Little Monk, Dharma Name Duchen

In the early morning of the next day, the rooster from Houshan came to the meditation room and crowed. It raised its neck and wanted to break the rising red sun, but it was attracted by the millet sprinkled by Du Chen and pecked seriously.

"Third Junior Brother, so early?"

Du Kong pushed open the door and was holding a wooden basin to get water from the well.

"Morning, senior brother. There are many people worshiping Buddha on the first day of the lunar new year." Du Chen smiled at Du Kong, and took a spoonful of water to water the tree.

"Yes, I guess people will come later. I'll prepare first, and you can remind Du Ming Du E." After being told by Du Chen, Du Kong also hurriedly washed up, tidied up and headed towards the main hall. go.

On the first day of each month, there is an endless stream of people who come to Lingshan Temple to worship the Buddha.

Before Xu time today, men, women, old and young in Lingshan Town came to worship Buddha with long incense sticks.

Du Kong arranged for Du Ming to stand next to the golden statue, tidying up the incense table in due course, Du E helped Du Kong greet and send off, while Du Chen sat alone behind the curtain of the main hall, helping faithful men and women to handwrite prayers.

Every time at this time, Du Ming never forgot to mutter, "Senior brother three is really blessed by the Buddha, and the monthly errands are the best. Some of them sit, unlike me, who have to stand for a long time."

"You, hurry up and prepare to go." Du Kong smiled impatiently.

Who told you that the third senior brother is the best pen and ink in this temple, and he has a lot of knowledge, he is quiet and not disturbed by the outside world, he is lonely and noble, and his temperament is different from that of ordinary monks.Du Kong asked Du Chen to do this job to prevent those men and women from adding noise and disturbing the peace of the Buddha when they saw Du Chen.

Du Chen didn't have any other thoughts, sitting behind the curtain, holding a pen in one hand, and spreading the red paper with the other. When the people outside the curtain said their wishes, he wrote the words of prayer, which were very neat and concise.

When everything was going on as usual, suddenly something pulled Du Chen's trousers forcefully.

Du Chen was taken aback for a moment, then looked down.

It was a person!He squatted beside his stool, hugged his knees with his hands, and crouched tremblingly by the curtain.

"You..." Du Chen lightly tapped the man's folded shoulders with his finger.

The man immediately raised his head, and looked at Du Chen pitifully with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Little Master, is there anything to eat? I've been hungry all day and night..."

This person was dressed in a blue cloth with the word "Gu" printed on the left chest. The whole person seemed to be rolling in a mud puddle. His whole body and even his face were covered with mud marks. Only those boots, carefully At first glance, it turned out to be a pair of gold-rimmed boots.

...Could it be that the servant of a family surnamed Gu was driven out by the master and fled here?

Du Chen thought for a while, then whispered, "Don't be afraid, you come with me."

After finishing speaking, he put down the pen in his hand, leaned over and took the man's arm, and led him quietly through the back of the hall to the dining hall.

"Here, here you are." Du Chen took a few steamed buns from the cage drawer, wrapped them in cloth, and stuffed them into the man's hands while they were still hot.

When the man took the buns, he realized that his hands were covered with dry mud and dust, which was very dirty.

He embarrassedly rubbed his hands on the common clothes, not daring to look at Du Chen, but asked embarrassedly, "Little Master, let me wash my hands."

After finishing speaking, he trotted to the well water in the backyard, bent over and began to wash, and sighed from time to time: "It's so dirty, my face, oh my god...."

Du Chen couldn't help but tilt his head to look at this strange person beside the well who couldn't even wash his face and hands.

This is also Duchen's first contact with strange people outside the temple who are completely different from those who came to worship the Buddha.

After a while, the man finally washed himself, turned around and walked back.

This time, Du Chen finally saw clearly.

In the past, what he saw and heard was limited, and he mostly learned about everything in the world, as well as men and women in the world, through collections of poems and books.Although the practice emphasizes the purity of the six senses and the absence of desires and desires, when he has nothing to do, he will sit in the bell pavilion with a book in his hand and read, and his mind will follow thousands of mountains and rivers.

Du Chen remembered that one day he was holding a miscellaneous book that Du Ming brought back from the mountain for alms. In the book, it was written: the face is like powder, the lips are like grease, a scarf on the head, and Confucian clothing.He is vigorous and graceful, like Pan Lang throwing fruit, elegant and elegant, like a flock of chickens.

... Presumably, the handsome young man depicted in the poem is the person in front of him.

It wasn't until the man stepped into the Zhaitang that Du Chen realized that he was fascinated by the sight.

"Sin, sin." Du Chen said silently in his heart.

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