The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

That night, Yanjiu actually didn't sleep much.

As dawn was about to break, he walked to the back door of the Yasong Assembly,

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a monk in front of him making a knocking gesture, but the hand he was knocking on had not yet come down.

Turning around, the monk clasped his hands together and said in a thick voice:

"Donor, a poor monk is passing by here and comes to ask for alms. Can you give me some alms?"

Yanjiu respectfully put the steamed buns he had prepared into the monk's alms bowl.

The monk raised his eyes to look at Yanjiu, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yan Jiu smiled slightly: "I thought the master would come, so I prepared some steamed buns in advance. They are not contaminated with meat or fish, so don't worry, master."

The monk once again made a Buddhist salute to Yanjiu: "Thank you to the donor. I didn't expect that the donor would have such cultivation at such a young age."

Yanjiu waved his hand quickly: "I can only do calculations casually, and have no other abilities at all."

Yanjiu glanced at the monk again. The monk didn't look very old.

He looks to be in his 30s, but his rough skin, worn cassock, and weather-beaten body make him look older than he is.

Yanjiu asked: "Master, why are you here."

The monk looked pitifully: "My master said that there may be disaster in the land of Yanyang.

I am willing to beg for food and practice cultivation to plant a field of blessing for Yan Yang. "

Yanjiu was stunned and asked again: "Then your master...?"

The monk's voice was as usual: "He has died."

There is a kind of monk in this world, a real monk and an ascetic.

They do not touch money, go begging and walking, and live in the open air.

As for alms, ascetics believe that there is a certain amount of suffering in the world. If they suffer more, others will suffer less.

Therefore, alms means begging for the goodwill of sentient beings and also bearing the suffering of sentient beings.

The ascetic comes in silence and leaves in silence.

Yanjiu watched the ascetic leave, knowing that the ascetic was here to find him.

Because normal ascetics would not beg for alms before dawn.

However, Yan Jiu could not imagine what kind of disaster would happen to Yan Yang in such a peaceful environment.

……

The Yasong gathering is still going on, and Qing'an and Yanjiu are having a hard time.

For some unknown reason, they were targeted by others.

I couldn't get books, I couldn't get a training venue, and I was always accused by students from other groups of trying to get through.

Qing'an's self-reproach was visible to the naked eye. In the evening, he brought a bunch of wild flowers to see Yanjiu:

"I'm sorry, Yanjiu, it's all me who has dragged you down."

Yanjiu: "???"

Qing'an was very frustrated: "It's all my fault that I'm too weak and incompetent. I can't teach you well, and you were bullied as well."

Yanjiu suddenly smiled. In fact, Qing'an was a little younger than him, and he had such a "good baby" temperament.

This made Yanjiu rush to comfort Qing'an:

"It's my fault, they came after me because I'm an illegitimate child."

Qing'an blinked, anger flashed on his porcelain face:

"How could they do this? It's not your choice to have an illegitimate child."

As he said this, Qing'an felt a little lonely: "Actually, I am also an orphan. I was picked up from the mountain by my master. Among all the brothers, I am the least talented."

Yanjiu disagreed with Qing'an's statement: "But your name is Qing'an."

Qing'an was puzzled: "What's wrong with Qing'an?"

Yanjiu looked out the window at the bright night sky:

"Your master must love you the most. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.

Qing'an, you don't have to be able to do what everyone else can do. I hope that one day, you can find what you are good at, and that is what you should be dedicated to. "

It was clear that Qing'an was Yanjiu's mentor, but at this moment, it seemed like Yanjiu was teaching Qing'an.

In fact, Yanjiu just told Qingan the path he had traveled.

When he first started practicing, Yanjiu didn't dwell on things that everyone was good at, such as martial arts and offensive spells... He didn't possess these abilities that people were proud of, and he wasn't good at them either.

He wasn't particularly troubled.

But Yanjiu's other talents are beyond the reach of others. In fact, Qing'an and Yanjiu are very similar.

Put the wild flowers sent by Qing'an into the glass bottle.

Yanjiu hopes that one day, Qing'an will bloom like a flower.