emotional disorder

With such malice, he would find trouble with the young master when he had nothing to do, either hiding some snakes, rats and reptiles in the bedding of the young master, or destroying the young master's clothes, and such evil deeds, he never tired of it, But the little boy never cried.

Even if the five-year-old son is extremely wronged, he will just ignore him.

One day, he locked the young master in the house, claiming that the young master was lazy and didn't want to chant sutras with his brothers.

The master asked the brother to deliver the meal, but he cut it off and ate it himself.

He likes to eat meat and has no interest in the meals in the Buddhist monastery, but when he thinks that what he eats is for the little prince, he feels that he is enjoying the delicacies of mountains and seas.

He locked the young master for three full days before opening the door.

The young master was lying on the bed, and opened his eyes as soon as he heard the movement.

Due to the backlight, he couldn't see the person clearly, so he blinked his eyes before he said, "Is it Senior Brother?"

Ming Kong met a pair of crystal clear eyes, and when he heard the other party call him "Senior Brother", he immediately felt that there was no comfort in his body.

The little prince never called him "senior brother", but always called him "little brother".

The young master got off the bed with a haggard face, glanced at him, and walked past him.

He thought that the young master would go straight to complain to the master, detailing his various crimes, but no one punished him.

The young master fell ill for three days because of being starved by him, but he didn't cry or make a fuss, and poured bowl after bowl of bitter soup into his mouth, like an adult.

Ming Kong was extremely confused, why the young master didn't complain, and why the young master was so proficient in drinking medicine.

The young master was ill for half a month and nearly died.

He would visit the young master occasionally, and if the young master was awake, he would greet him.

He has always been reticent, so he would not respond to the young master's greetings.

The young master exchanged a few pleasantries, and if he felt bored, he would keep his mouth shut.

And he would satirize that the young master is weak and sick and not as good as his daughter's family.

The young master didn't refute, nor did he admit it, after a long time, he felt that the young master had been possessed by the mud lump in the Zen courtyard.

After recovering from a long illness, the young master followed his master and brothers to do morning, afternoon, and evening classes every day, and he was extremely devout.

One month has passed, and the young master still hasn't complained to the master.

At first, Mingkong Diaoerlang believed that the young master was afraid of him and didn't dare to offend him. Later, he found out that the young master didn't bother to care about him.

He is already 13 years old, but facing a precocious five-year-old child, he suddenly feels that he is very naive.

After a stalemate like this for a year, he blocked the young master's way, but he didn't know what to say.

The young master called "senior brother" respectfully, but remained silent.

Seeing this, he said arrogantly: "The morning class is about to start, if you don't kneel on the ground and beg my brother to let you go, you will be late."

The young master remained silent, not even willing to tell him from the corner of his eye.

He wanted to slap the young master angrily, but the young master avoided him.

The young master was much shorter than him, he raised his head and said calmly: "Have you had enough trouble?"

He sneered and said, "Are you in a hurry to chant scriptures? Do you really think that gods and Buddhas can make you live a long life?"

"No, I'm doing it to accumulate blessings for my parents." The young master pursed his lips, "I'm not a material for cultivating immortals, and I won't live to be a hundred years old if I don't live past fifteen in this life."

For some reason, when he heard the young master calmly tell him that he would not live to be fifteen years old, his heart skipped a beat.

What does it matter to him if he doesn't live beyond fifteen years?

As the saying goes: "Early death and early rebirth", it means that you may be able to choose a good family in the next life.

While he was thinking, the young master had already made a detour to the Buddha Hall, leaving only him and the annoying chirping of cicadas in his ears.

The young master gets sick more and more easily every year. At the beginning, he can get up after lying on the bed for three to five days. When the young master is ten years old, he can lie down for at least ten days before getting up.

The little son's parents would visit him every month during the first two years when he came to Wuxiang Temple. Gradually, they came to visit once a season, once every six months, and gradually evolved to only visit him once on his birthday. back.

On the day of the little boy's 11th birthday, the little boy's parents did not visit him in the future. The little boy sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the Buddhist monastery from dawn to dusk.

Ming Kongqiong was extremely bored, sat beside the young master, and said, "Your parents won't come today."

"Well, I know they won't come." The young master's tone was very soft, like a breeze that was about to disappear in the sky in an instant.

He clicked his tongue: "Then what are you waiting for them to do?"

The young master had a calm face, resting his chin and said: "It's my business to wait, it's their business whether they come or not, I just want to wait for them for a day."

"You are really a fool." He wanted to sarcastically say a few more words to the young master, but he ran out of words.

The little boy faced him and said seriously: "Yes, I am a fool, and a short-lived fool."

The young master's almost self-defeating obedience made him angry, he pulled the young master's wrist: "If you miss them, go home, why sit here?"

He staggered the young master, lost his balance on his feet, and slid down three stone steps in a row. If he hadn't been pulling his wrist, he would have rolled down the mountain already.

He helped the young master to stand firm, and then said to the young master: "Don't you thank you brother?"

But the young master said: "It doesn't matter, just roll down from the mountain."

He stared at the young master and said, "You really don't want to live?"

The little boy tilted his head and asked him: "What is the meaning of living in this world?"

He was questioned, he never thought about what the meaning of life is, he just makes trouble all day long.

"For me, the meaning of life is to come to this world to experience it. I can choose to die sooner or later, and there is no difference." The little boy said with a smile, "For you, the meaning of life is Isn't it fun to teach others?"

When he was told by the young master, he thought that the young master was laughing at him, and was about to retort when he heard the young master say: "Senior brother, I actually envy you very much."

He was speechless for a moment, the little boy withdrew his hand from his tiger's mouth little by little, and then sat back on the original stone steps, resting his chin, looking into the distance.

The stone steps, one step at a time, seem to be endless, and there will be no one he wants to see in this endless, nor will there be any miracles.

Thinking this way, the young master raised his head and looked at the golden crow sinking west.

When all the golden crows are swallowed up by the west, the silver hook hangs in the sky.

He looked at the young master surrounded by the moonlight and night, and couldn't help but feel that the young master's expression seemed to be crying, but there was no trace of wetness on the young master's face.

He sat back beside the young master in a strange way.

After an hour, the elder brother came to call them, the young master refused to leave, so he didn't leave, the elder brother persuaded and persuaded, but there was no way out, so he went to report to the master abbot, that is, his master.

The master also couldn't persuade the young master, so he ordered him to stay with the young master and not to bully the young master.

After receiving such an order from his master, he wanted to bully the young master even more. He had worked hard for six full years, but he had never bullied the young master to cry.

After the master left, the young master suddenly said: "My father and mother added a younger brother, I am no longer important, I have been abandoned by them long ago."

He immediately thought of his parents. After they sent him away, they had another son and a daughter, but they never ignored him because of this. Even if his attitude towards them was not good, they would visit him once a month. From time to time, he would send someone to deliver his favorite fruit cakes.

He didn't know how to comfort the young master—why did he comfort the young master?He is not a soft-hearted person.

The little boy murmured: "I am 11 years old today, and I can live up to four years, which means I can wait for my parents four times. I don't think I can wait for them. Brother, after I die, I will trouble you to burn my body and bury my ashes under the Podocarpus pine at the foot of the mountain."

"Do you think your parents didn't want to visit you when you were alive, and they will come to visit you after you die? Idiots!" He stood up abruptly, "You lead the way, and I will accompany you home."

The young master shook his head and said, "I don't know the way home."

He joked subconsciously: "You don't even know the way home, no wonder you can only wait for your parents to show mercy and come to see you."

The young master smiled wryly, "You're right."

He asked angrily, "Then do you know where your family lives?"

The young master replied: "Xuanhai City."

"Let's go this way." He stretched out his hand towards the young master, "Here, take my hand, so as not to stumble and fall down the mountain."

The young master hesitated, and took a long time before he took his hand.

He led the young master down the mountain, and noticed that the palm of the young master was sweating, and said angrily: "I don't eat people, what are you afraid of?"

The little boy sniffed and said, "You really don't eat people, but you can bully people."

It was the first time he heard the young master's complaints, and instead of feeling guilty, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

He is a rare immortal cultivator who can travel thousands of miles in a day. Seeing that the young master was walking too slowly, he squatted down impatiently.

Seeing that the young master hadn't come up, he turned his head and said, "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

The young master thought he heard it wrong, so he asked: "Senior brother, what did you say?"

He became even more impatient, snorted, and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."

"Oh." The little boy was startled, and then slowly climbed up his back.

Wuxiang Temple is not far from Xuanhai City, but only a hundred miles away, and with him carrying the young master on his back, he arrived in just over an hour.

After he put the young master down, he asked the young master again: "We've arrived at Xuanhai City, do you know the way home?"

The young master nodded and walked straight home.

But he traded the jade pendant that came from the young master in exchange for a big roast chicken, and his mouth was full of oil.

After a cup of tea, the young master stood in front of the house, wanted to knock on the door, but put down his hand again, repeated this several times, and finally he knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, the housekeeper was very surprised to see the young master.

The young master said hello to the steward before walking in. The inside was extremely lively, and suddenly a voice said: "Today is my third son's birthday, I hope you all will raise a glass to wish my son a long life."

But it turns out that he has another younger brother, but it turns out that today is his third brother's birthday, and it doesn't matter whether it is his birthday or not.

The third younger brother is in good health and has a bright future. Xu Neng will worship him as a prince. Of course, the parents should put the third younger brother first, and his eldest son who will not live to fifteen is a complete defective product, so why bother?