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"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate and comes to save all sentient beings."

"What is Purdue"

"The Buddha said that all living beings are suffering, and Purdue is to save them from the sea of ​​suffering."

The little girl tilted her head and thought about it. The life was indeed very hard, and she couldn't see the end. It was indeed like she was in the water.

It's just the sea, I heard it's a big pool of water, it should be wider than the Yellow River.

The little girl had seen the endless Yellow River and thought that if she was trapped in the middle with no one to save her, she would be doomed.

"Is the Buddha a boatman? How big is his boat and how many people can it carry?" the little girl asked again.

This question confused Monk Huan Zhen. Who knows how big the boat would be if the Buddha was a boatman?

If it is said that it is boundless, but Buddha said that all living beings are equal, then the boat held by Buddha should not be bigger than others.

If he is just like an ordinary boatman, how can he save all sentient beings? Isn’t it only possible to carry one person?

Monk Huan Zhen was speechless. On weekdays, he only knew how to chant sutras, meditate, and ring bells. Today, when asked by this little girl, he realized the predicament that the Buddha encountered when he lectured on sutras.

When the little girl saw that the monk was stunned, she didn't say much and just went out.

Today she made an appointment with Mr. Liu's wife to do laundry. It would be good if she could get some food to survive for a few days. But she heard that Mr. Liu was always unkind. If she arrived late, the job might be given to someone else. .

The monk only thought about it and didn't care about the little girl who had already walked away.

When he came to his senses, it was already dark.

The monk remembered that it was rooster crow when he first arrived, but had this little girl been there all day?

Master often says that all living beings suffer, and it is true.

In the past, when he chanted sutras and meditated, a large number of fellow disciples were so mesmerized that they even forgot to say hello, but today they came here just to experience and walk in the world of mortals.

When facing this little girl, he didn't use the Heart Sutra, and what he said was not a Buddhist classic. During the casual conversation, he actually stopped her from questioning her.

The monk was just secretly thinking that when the little girl comes back, he must recite the previous chapter when she falls asleep to teach her that my Buddha's wisdom is as deep as the ocean. It can also soothe her tired mind, which is considered a meritorious deed. .

It's just that it's completely dark, and the little girl who hasn't been seen yet is back, which is a bit unusual.

In the past, the little girl must have served her mother soup, and because they were about to run out of food, the mother and daughter only ate one meal every night. The mother was ill in bed and did not consume much all day long. Come here.

But not only was the little girl growing, the burden of the family was all on her shoulders, and she had to go out to do work every day, so one meal was not enough.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he looks like a bean sprout and looks like he can be knocked down by a gust of wind. However, he has to do several times the work of others from morning to night and never calls it hard.

Now the monk just felt that she was suffering, but he didn't know how to get her out of the sea of ​​suffering.

O Buddha, this scripture does not say how you asked me to help people.

The monk is just distressed, he can only chant sutras.

Why not just recite the sutra once a day, and use the power of Buddha to regulate her body so that this little girl will not die prematurely.

Today the moon is bright and there are few stars. The deep night sky is very clear and makes people feel comfortable.

The monk frowned slightly, the little girl should have been back by this time.

The monk knocked on the door and said "I'm sorry." He went in and looked at the skinny woman on the bed. He chanted the Buddha's name and turned his eyes away.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor has never come back. He asked a poor monk to take care of him. I don't know where the food jar is at home."

The woman on the bed opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at the monk. The monk was kind and kind, which somehow made people put down their full guard. She had no strength in her body and could only use her eyes to signal.

The monk found the grain urn, looked at the grains that had only reached the bottom, scooped out three spoonfuls, put them into the bowl, added water, and the steam came out under the power of Buddha. In an instant, one bowl required two The multigrain porridge is ready in an hour.

The grains that were originally difficult to swallow completely melted into the water and no longer showed their original shape. This is the most digestible state.

Originally, the monk was quite proud after completing all this, but when he saw the look in the eyes of the man on the hospital bed, he was suddenly shocked.

It was a look of distress. You must know that the monk did not prepare food for himself. Even though he had not had any contact with people in the temple for many years, he also knew that this alms had to be divided among people.

Seeing the distressed look in his eyes while eating for himself, the monk muttered in his heart that these three spoonfuls of grain were probably too much.

You must know that the monk has already reduced the amount of food stored in the family as appropriate. Not to mention one meal a day, it is two meals a day, morning and afternoon. Monks have no food at noon and steamed buns fill their stomachs. During evening classes, this stomach is full. How long will the fuss last?

The monk could not imagine what it would be like to survive on two or one spoonful of grain every day.

Based on the filial nature of the little girl, I'm afraid she would never eat more than her mother. With such a small amount, I'm afraid it would be better not to eat at all.

Many things can only be truly felt by seeing them, and what you see on paper will ultimately make you feel shallow.

The monk who had been reciting sutras for twenty years now truly felt the meaning of suffering for all living beings, but fell into panic. He did not know what to do.

I could only force myself to ignore the distressed look in the bed's eyes and feed her the bowl of porridge.

But the man on the bed only ate half, or rather a small half. No matter what the monk said, he refused to take another bite.

In fact, according to the woman's thinking, she planned not to eat another bite today. This serious illness can only drag down her children, so it is better to leave early in the morning.

It's just that the daughter entrusted the master to take care of her. If something happened while the master was around, the master would inevitably be implicated, and there would be no reward for teaching this good man.

I can only helplessly take a few bites to save myself from death.

She refused to eat the rest no matter what. The girl had been tired for a day and should eat more.

The monk guessed correctly, but these three spoonfuls were indeed not too much, because these three spoonfuls of food were enough for the mother and daughter to eat for a day.

If she eats a few more mouthfuls, her daughter will be hungry for the whole day.

Even if the monk didn't understand, he still had an idea. He quietly put aside his previous thoughts. I'm afraid just chanting sutras won't do the trick.

Although the Buddha's power in the body can regulate the body, it is just useless waste.

It's just that at this time, this land is in chaos and war, and there is no peace for a long time.

Maybe there is

The monk suddenly thought that after this experience, he finally understood how difficult it was for him to eat every day.

There is an endless stream of pilgrims and believers in the temple every day, and the merit box needs to be changed several times a day. If they return to the temple, they may be able to save the mother and daughter.

After waiting for the girls to come back, they started to take them back to the temple.

At this time, I heard a noise from the door.

Before the monk turned around, he only heard a hollow voice:

"Master, is the Buddha spirit?"