Looking Through the Mirror

The little novice slipped into the meditation room with some ill-fitting robes, and whispered to the people on the futon, "Sir, two benefactors came outside and said they wanted to see the abbot. Now the master is not in the temple, look..."

The man he called "Sir" had full head of hair, but he looked only about ten years old. He sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha, holding a scroll of scriptures in his left hand, and leaning on his lap in his right hand, holding a Bai Yudi twirled nonchalantly, and paused when he heard the words, then turned his face slightly and replied: "It's okay, let's go and invite the two of you to come in and have a talk."

The little boy responded with an "ah", turned around and left as slowly as when he came.After a while, the birds in the yard outside the house were heard whirring away, and the young man's voice was full of helplessness and a smile, as if he was arguing with his friends: "If you don't like to listen to the master's teachings, why don't you ask the little master?" Let me lead you to your residence first, let’s pretend that you and I are staying here today, and there is nothing else, how about it?”

The other snorted coldly, and said: "You've run out of words, what else can I do?" He also said, "It's really a decent way to learn from Haijiao."

After hearing his answer, the young man said: "My good friend, good classmate, good torture instrument, for the sake of those altars of good wine, you can turn a blind eye and ignore it for a while."

After he finished speaking, he came forward and knocked on the door lightly with his fingers, leaned over, and said loudly: "My bosom friend, I have heard for a long time that the abbot of your temple has a high level of cultivation and is known for his great wisdom, so I came here to disturb you for a while. I hope you will forgive me."

"Great wisdom is not to be regarded as, it is a false praise of the donor."

The man in front of the Buddha got up, knocked the book upside down on the ground, and held out his hand, "I'm not the presiding officer, so I don't deserve this gift. It's unfortunate that the almsgiver came, and the presiding officer went to the capital to teach the Dharma yesterday. I'm really sorry."

Hearing this, the young man suddenly raised his head, looked at the other party with his brown eyes, his face was slightly surprised, and then turned into a smile that slowly opened on his lips, "Ah, but I think it's a coincidence," he said, untiing his back. "Your Excellency left in a hurry at that time, and I was worried that I would have nowhere to find you. Today, after a while, I just returned to Zhao."

The young man also laughed, and gently pushed the qin: "It belongs to you." After a pause, he said again: "The first time I saw you, I thought it belonged to you."

The author has something to say:

A mysterious lalang is probably the qin and flute honking together

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