Buddhism

Chitong has not been involved in the human world for a long time, and has long been ignorant of human affairs.It took him a long time to search for traces and traces.

There are many large and small Buddhist halls and temples in the world, and the big and famous people can still know a thing or two, but the small and deserted temples, unless they are nearby residents, most of them will not know where the temple is located.

Searching along the way, Chitong passed through many towns and villages.He stepped forward, and at a glance, the farmland was dry and cracked.The land is barren, not even a blade of grass grows.The people have sallow faces, empty eyes, ragged clothes, and starvation.

An inevitable disaster is quietly coming.Chitong just passed by in a hurry and didn't intend to lend a helping hand, because even if he extended a helping hand, it would be nothing but a drop in the bucket.He knew that such a large-scale drought must be a catastrophe for the world.

Chitong searched non-stop, non-stop.He thought, if he couldn't find the Qingming Temple again, he would look at the situation in the illusion and the actual situation.The little monk was afraid that he would starve to death if he couldn't wait.

The mountains are rolling and undulating, and it is midsummer at this time, and the forests that should have been green and vibrant, now show a decadent withered and yellow trend.Not only are the farmlands and rivers short of water, but the mountains are also seriously short of water sources. The water sources on the earth seem to be sucked dry by something in an instant.The scorching sun is fierce, the rivers are dry, the land is cracked, and the people are in dire straits.

The whole forest seems to have entered autumn and winter ahead of schedule, as if it will wither soon and fall into a deep sleep again.Qingming Temple is located on the top of the mountain here.Qingming Temple is a small temple with blue bricks and tiles, standing on the top of the mountains, unique and conspicuous.

After searching day and night for seven or eight days, the hard work paid off, and Chi Tong finally found Qing'an Temple.

He couldn't wait to step into Qing'an Temple, one step at a time and two steps at a time, he searched all over the chambers, but he couldn't find the little monk.My heart is confused: Is it gone?Looking for food elsewhere?Chitong was depressed, feeling that his speed was too slow and he couldn't catch up.

After searching everywhere, Chitong glanced at the door of the backyard.Putting his hands behind his back, he stepped into the backyard with a gloomy expression.

I saw a big tree that could be hugged by two people, most of which was dried up, and the yellowed leaves were sparsely hanging on the treetop.Chitong took a closer look, and there seemed to be a small mound of dirt beside the big tree.

His heart trembled, and he sensed something.He strode towards the big tree in stride.He had seen people who were hungry and peeled off the bark and dug up the roots and weeds to eat.He frowned slightly, thinking: Could it be that this little monk is so hungry that he is digging roots under the big tree to eat?

Sure enough, Chitong found the severely dehydrated, skinny, and dying young monk in the dirt pit of the big tree.

The big tree was dug a hole, and the roots were gouged and broken in several places.The little monk was still holding a half-eaten tree root in his hand, and all this was clearly telling Chitong that the little monk was hungry and had been eating the tree root for several days.

Seeing this situation, Chi Tong frowned.He bent down and carried the little monk out of the tree pit, helped the dying little monk to sit cross-legged, and immediately channeled some of his own spiritual power to continue his life.After his breath calmed down, he was fed some water.

Chitong remained silent, carried the little monk into a chamber closest to the courtyard, and laid the little monk flat.Chi Tong remained silent, the little monk was still asleep, and there was no one else in the courtyard.Chi Tong stayed silent for a while, and then he suddenly remembered that the little monk might be hungry when he woke up.

He checked the little monk's pulse again, and after confirming that the little monk was in a stable condition, he turned around and went out to prepare food for the little monk.

Now there is famine everywhere, and even if you have money in towns and cities, you may not be able to buy anything.Fortunately, Chitong learned of the little monk's situation in advance, so he could prepare rations in advance.Otherwise, at this time of food shortage, it will be another troublesome matter.

There are famines everywhere in the world, and there are no resources nearby.Even if he is a half-immortal, without storage, he can't have the supernatural ability to conjure food for the little monk at his fingertips.

Chitong has stopped eating since he cultivated into a human form, so if he hadn't prepared in advance, it would be impossible for him to store food.

When Chitong first began to practice human form, he was very curious about the way of life of human beings, so he created a coincidence and lived in a small village at the foot of the mountain for a period of time.

During that time, he lived according to the routine of human beings, and learned everything in detail.So taking care of the little monk at this time is considered a familiarity.

Chitong didn't like to use spells when there was no need for them. Even though spells would be much more convenient, he still didn't like to use spells.Therefore, he obeyed the normality of human beings and boiled a pot of sticky rice porridge.

When the porridge was ready, he didn't know how much the young monk who woke up could eat, so he brought the whole pot over.He walked in front, the fragrance was blown behind by the wind, and the air was filled with a thick glutinous fragrance.This glutinous fragrance floats in the chamber, and it lasts for a long time, and the fragrance will last for a long time.

The sleeping little monk woke up from this fragrance.He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a red dress, slightly messy long hair casually scattered around his waist, and his facial features were exquisite and elegant.Skin as white as snow, thin peach-colored lips pursed into a straight line, and indifferent eyebrows and eyes.Seeing his sober and indifferent brows stretched out, an elegant, indifferent and caring man stood beside his bed.

The little monk was at a loss, where did such a graceful, detached, elegant and good-looking male benefactor come from?

Seeing that the little monk woke up, Chitong guessed that he was probably hungry too, so he helped him up, sat on the head of the bed, stretched out his hand to pick up the hot porridge and said, "Are you hungry? Is there rice porridge, can you have some?"

The little monk looked at the rice porridge that was still steaming, his nose was filled with the sweet and glutinous fragrance, he blinked in disbelief, and looked at Chi Tong motionlessly.

He was stunned and terrified: all this was like a beautiful dream.The young master with his own celestial spirit, cool and indifferent, handsome and extraordinary.Inhale the waxy fragrance in the lungs, sweet and soft waxy directly hit the bottom of my heart.He just stared at Chi Tong in a daze, not daring to answer.I was afraid that if I made a sound, this dream would come to an abrupt end.

Seeing this, Chitong didn't call out to him again, but calmly blew on the boiling hot porridge, and fed it into the little monk's slightly parted lips when it was almost cold.

It was so real that the fragrant and soft taste filled the whole mouth, the little monk was shocked all over, and still stared at Chi Tong in a daze.

It's no wonder the little monk was so stupid, it's just because he hasn't been contaminated by the fragrance of the five grains for a long time.Just when his stomach hurt like a knife, he was desperate and helpless, and his eyes were darkened, and he was about to die.But suddenly, the delicious food that he had been looking forward to for a long time fell from the sky, and there was also this impeccable and handsome young man.All of this was so unreal that he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Chi Tong fed the little monk one mouthful after another in a slow and unhurried manner. The little monk swallowed unconsciously and subconsciously, and after a while, the bowl of porridge bottomed out like this.

Looking at the little monk's babbling mouth, Chitong knew that he still wanted to eat.He added another half bowl, and after feeding the half bowl, he stopped and didn't continue to feed. He tidied up the things on his own and gave them away.

Waited for Chitong to leave for a while.The little monk came back to his senses.He looked around, suddenly found that the decoration of this wing room was very familiar, he paused, and exclaimed: "Isn't this the meditation room of Master before his death?"

Thinking of his master, the little monk instantly became sober, staring at a cup of cold tea on the table in a daze.

His master, the old abbot of Qingming Temple, was starved to death in the end. Even though he died of hunger, skinny and out of shape, the old abbot walked with a peaceful face.

The old abbot devoted his whole life to Buddha, he was kind, charitable and approachable.As long as it is within his ability, he will not hesitate to do his best to help those in need.

Even before the famine broke out, the incense in Qingming Temple was always lukewarm, and these monks and priests practiced hard.

The old abbot can always provide herbal tea to passers-by in the hot summer, dry autumn, and hot porridge and hot drinks in cold spring and winter.Every few days, he would take many monks in the temple out for alms, and would distribute most of the food from the alms to beggars and lonely old people.

In addition to the young monk, there are several of his senior brothers in the temple, all orphans rescued by the old abbot from outside.The life in the temple is naturally hard, but the old abbot has always taught them how to not forget their original aspirations, how to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and be merciful.

The little monk remembered many past events again, and fell asleep again in a trance.

Chitong kept guarding the little monk, and at night the little monk woke up in a daze, muttering for water, but it was the water he handed him.

Cultivated to his level.If you want to sleep, you can sleep for ten or hundreds of years.If you don't want to sleep, you don't need to sleep for a quarter of an hour for decades or hundreds of years.

He guarded the little monk silently.There was no bright moon outside, and the night was pitch black, but he could still see Xiao He's sleeping face, the palm-sized face dove-shaped, and the skinny body under the quilt.He thought, if he was one step late, the little monk would already be dead.

His knuckle fingers rested on the little monk's thin wrist, and he took the pulse of the little monk again in a low voice.He looked at the sleeping face of the little monk, feeling a little worried.Meditated: The situation has stabilized, but the spleen and stomach are injured.But fortunately, he was young, he took care of him carefully in the later stage, and paid attention to it all the time, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

The little monk woke up again, it was already noon the next day.Sunlight shone in through the latticed windows and fell on the ground.The little monk was dazed for a long time before he remembered all the things he had been in a trance, and he looked around the room without seeing anyone.

He was at a loss, it was really a dream.He didn't want to believe that this would be a dream, so he got off the bed in an instant, stepped on the shoes in a panic, and walked to the door with big strides where the heels couldn't fit his feet.When he looked up, he saw Chi Tong in red clothes chopping wood with an axe.

He picked up the heavy ax with one hand and effortlessly.His movements were light and his posture was casual. The moment he raised the ax and dropped it, the wood was split in half.In the eyes of the little monk, he was dressed in a red gown, with black hair hanging down his waist, and he was really not suitable for this kind of rough work.

The little monk came back to his senses and met Chitong's indifferent eyes. He was at a loss for a while and was very embarrassed.With a breath stuck in his throat, he didn't know what to say.

Chi Tong looked up at the little monk, saw that his complexion had improved a little, and said, "Hungry? There are rice porridge and side dishes warmed in the kitchen. Go eat by yourself after you wash up."

The little monk blinked his eyes. Although he was hungry, he still decided to tell his doubts. Otherwise, how could he repay the love he received from others for no reason?He looked at Chitong and asked cautiously, "Why are you here? Why do you want to take care of me like this?"

Chitong didn't mind the little monk being young and thoughtful, so he asked him the purpose of his trip at this time.

He looked at the little monk's slightly worried face, and with a calm tone, he made up a reason: "I accepted your master's love when I was young, and now that he is gone, I will take care of you for a while, is this satisfactory? "

The little monk looked at Chi Tong with a good demeanor and a calm demeanor, and he thought he was frank and frank.And his words are still so cold and clear, there is always a sense of distance invisibly.After thinking for a while, the little monk thought to himself, it should be like this, otherwise why would such a cold and indifferent elegant person take such trouble to take care of such an irrelevant person as himself.

The little monk knew that when the old abbot was young, there was no famine and plague with complications, and it was still a peaceful and prosperous age.The young abbot who was good at charity and roamed all over the world should have helped many people.The little monk knew it well, he thought this person was one of them, he happened to pass by here, he never saw his master, but saw him dying, and he was still young and pitiful, so he couldn't bear it.

The little monk understood the cause of the matter, so he was relieved. He nodded, put his hands on his chest, put his fingers together, and bent his upper body slightly, and made a prayer to Chi Tong: "Amitabha, thank you for your care over the past few days. .”

This composition of the little monk is gentle and pious.The red pupil was on the young monk in a daze, as if he saw the figure of the old monk from before.He remembered that the old monk ate the fruit from the tree before, and he had to pay respects to the tree, thanking it for giving him food to satisfy his hunger, and so on a series of speeches of gratitude.

The corners of his mouth raised up without showing any traces, and he felt a little happy, and said: "You're welcome, let's go eat."

After such a delay, the little monk was indeed hungry.Immediately, he stopped dawdling, squatted down, put on his shoes, and ran to the kitchen with a bang.As long as he was hungry, he felt uncomfortable, and he felt that he never wanted to feel that kind of bone-piercing pain and unbearable hunger in his life.