Hanming Temple, Southern Suburb, Anyuan County, Ganzhou, Jiangxi.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing white washed coarse cloth clothes, with slightly messy hair, was sitting on a stone pier in the open space, his eyes were dull, muttering to himself, and his face was expressionless.

A few monks who came in a hurry and looked disheveled looked at the dull-faced young man who was mumbling to himself. They hesitated to speak. They observed the young man carefully for a moment, shook their heads, slowed down, turned around and walked away gently.

Three months ago, this young man entered Hanming Temple to teach and practice. His behavior was a bit weird, not particularly normal, and he often behaved crazy. Just when many monks had adapted and became accustomed to it, three days ago, the young man suddenly jumped into the temple.

In the pond at the back, by the time the monks worked hard to fish it out, it had no breath at all.

The monks in the temple were preparing to save the young man and send his soul to the Paradise. Suddenly the young man woke up again, dancing and acting crazy, and saying some words that no one could understand.

This panicked the monks who were accustomed to reciting Buddhist scriptures. They had never seen such a situation before. They clamored to drive the young man out of the temple and escort him to the government for treatment. If it were not for the protection of the abbot, the young man would have been beaten with sticks as a monster.

died.

In the next few days, apart from eating and sleeping, the boy just muttered to himself, did not talk to anyone else, and did not look at anyone else.

In the boy's room, all the tables and chairs were smashed, and shredded paper was strewn all over the floor. It was already a terrible sight.

This made the monks of Hanming Temple think that the young man was possessed by an evil spirit and was completely possessed by a demon, and was hopeless.

"Liu Ning, I have no regrets about saving you, so death is also my choice, but why did I time travel to the first year of Chongzhen, a time when human life was like a piece of grass? It's a huge irony and joke."

"Yes, I feel sorry and sad for the Ming Dynasty, but I know that the Ming Dynasty is terminally ill and there is no cure. Even without the rise of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, this dynasty will soon come to an end and be replaced by other dynasties."

"Changing history is something that only online novels can accomplish. How could I possibly do it?"

"My argument with you is just to show off my quick words. I have never thought about time travel, let alone changing history."

"I have written several online novels about the late Ming Dynasty, but they were all imaginary. There was also a book about eunuchs. Later, I also carefully read these online novels about the late Ming Dynasty. The more I read, the more naive I felt.

There were too many plots that I took for granted, and I felt embarrassed. I was about to start seriously writing a time-travel novel about the late Ming Dynasty again, but I failed and failed to live up to the great expectations of readers. Who knew that time-travel would happen."

"God, stop playing with me. I really don't want to travel to the late Ming Dynasty."

...

A young novice monk with fine features and delicate features came over on tiptoe, stared at the boy for a while, and finally spoke carefully.

"Donor, the abbot would like to ask you to go..."

The young man turned his head and saw the little novice monk with a fearful and unremitting expression on his face, and smiled bitterly.

"I understand, let's go to the abbot."

The young man stood up and prepared to follow the young novice to the abbot's room, but the young novice ran away like a rabbit and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The young man's face showed a wry smile again.

"I was regarded as a monster by the monks in the temple. Even the young novice monks were afraid of me. I don't know how many crazy things I did in the temple. It's okay. Just take it as it comes and just take it one step at a time."

Hanming Temple is very small. There are only eight monks in the whole temple. The temple has about ten acres of Susukawa farmland allocated by the government. On weekdays, in addition to chanting sutras and praying for blessings, the monks have to farm to make a living. The situation has been bad these years, and there is almost no harvest from the fields.

The monks at Ming Temple can only make ends meet by relying on donations from pilgrims.

Anyuan County is originally a lower-class county, with a population of less than 20,000, a small number of pilgrims, and not much alms, which makes it even more difficult for the monks of Hanming Temple to maintain themselves.

The abbot's room is in the backyard of Hanming Temple, a separate room.

The young man entered the abbot's room. Before he could salute and greet him, the abbot spoke.

"Amitabha, after three months, the donor should let go..."

The young man looked at the abbot with white hair and beard, and was stunned for a moment.

"Abbott, I'm fine. I just felt a little depressed these past few days and vented my anger. Now I'm completely fine."

"The bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place. Where can it cause dust? It has been three months since the benefactor led the monks to practice in Hanming Temple. I thought that the benefactor still has not given up."

The young man's expression became more solemn, he clasped his hands together, thought for a moment, and spoke respectfully to the abbot.

"Abbott, I have given up. I have been lost in time and the master has saved me, and when I have enlightened, I have saved myself. The abbot's three months of training has given me an epiphany."

The abbot opened his eyes slightly, looked at the respectful young man in front of him, and shook his head slightly.

"It doesn't matter, destiny is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart, everything in the world is an incarnation, if the heart does not move, everything will not move, if the heart does not change, everything will not change, I have exhausted all methods, but I can't resolve the resentment in the donor's heart. Look,

It’s too small to come to Hanming Temple to pray for the benefactor. The benefactor should tidy up and go home tomorrow.”

"Well, abbot, do you want me to go home?"

The abbot looked at the young man and nodded slightly.

The young man's expression became more solemn, even a little heavy.

"The abbot doesn't believe that I have achieved enlightenment, and I have no choice. Three days ago, I always thought that if we didn't owe each other in the previous life, how could we meet each other in this life? Since we were destined, why should we kill each other? Therefore, my grudges are not out of thin air.

Life is God's punishment for me. This persistence made me trapped and unable to extricate myself. Three days ago, I lost my footing and fell into the pond. At that moment, I suddenly became enlightened, felt the Buddha's light shining all over me, and understood the abbot's message.

Warning, Buddha said: The flower on the other side blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never meet each other. Love is not cause and effect. Destiny is destined to life and death..."

The abbot's squinted eyes suddenly opened and looked at the young man.

"Amitabha was created by the benefactor. Under the care of the Buddha, he indeed had a clear understanding. The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? The benefactor must have the heart to worship the Buddha."

The young man nodded slightly.

"Abbott, since I have understood clearly, the Buddha is in my heart."

"The donor was young, and I thought that only by escaping into Buddhist Buddhism, living in peace with the world, escaping from the sea of ​​suffering, and wholeheartedly devoted to the Buddha, could I completely let go of the evil grudges in my heart and be reborn."

The young man shook his head slightly.

"Abbott, the Buddha told me that Buddhism is the world of mortals, and the world of Buddhism is Buddhism. The way to Buddhism lies in eating, dressing, and sensuality. The so-called wine and meat pass through the intestines and remain in the heart of the Buddha. This is the highest way to worship the Buddha."

The abbot slowly stood up and looked at the young man in front of him, with a hint of light shining in his eyes.

"Now that the donor has understood it clearly, I have a few questions, and I would like to ask the donor to answer them, if you can."

The young man nodded and looked at the abbot.

"What is Buddhism?"

"One flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata. When spring comes, the flowers are clear, and when autumn comes, the leaves are falling. Infinite prajna, the mind is at ease, and the movement and stillness are natural."

"What is worshiping the Buddha?"

"I am already in Hanyuan Hall, so where can I ask Chang'an?"

"What is enlightenment?"

"Seeing one's true nature and becoming a Buddha cannot be said."

"What is practice?"

"Practice in the world of mortals and save all living beings, only then can we show the compassion of our Buddha."

The abbot put his hands together.

"My Buddha is merciful, and the donor's bones are wonderful. Upon encountering my Buddha's enlightenment, I wanted to pass on my mantle to you and bring glory to Buddhism, but I have no choice. It's a pity, it's a pity. Although you have put down the grudges in your heart, you may not be able to do worldly things. I

I can't keep you, Hanming Temple can't keep you, the world of mortals is where you go. From now on, I only hope that you can sincerely worship the Buddha."

"I have remembered the abbot's teachings. The Buddha said: If a person knows that he must do it and create a universal world, he will see the Buddha and understand the true nature of the Buddha. The mind does not dwell in the body, and the body does not dwell in the mind, but he can do Buddha's deeds.

Freedom has never existed before. Abbot, please rest assured, whether I am in Buddhism or in the mortal world, I will wholeheartedly do good..."

...

Returning to the room, the young man wiped away the fine drops of sweat on his forehead, looked at the abbot's letter in his hand, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Without this letter from the abbot, the young man would be beaten with sticks even if he returned home. He might even be regarded as a monster and be punished by family law. However, the young man had no choice. It was impossible to stay in Hanming Temple. It was impossible for him to become a monk.

It is even more impossible to become a monk. For now, the only place to settle down is to go home.

With a little understanding of Buddhism, the young man passed the abbot's examination. This was just a fluke. Perhaps it was because a teenager in his teens could open his mouth and speak a large section of Buddhist scriptures, which surprised the abbot.

Looking at the messy situation in the room, the young man couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He clearly remembered that three days ago, when he woke up, another memory dominated his brain. The desperate mood made him crazy.

He smashed the tables and chairs in the room and tore up the books on the table.

To this day, my arm is still aching.

Who doesn’t know that in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty became rigid and decadent, the Manchu Qing Dynasty rose to power, peasant uprisings raged, turning lives into nothing, and the extreme disaster climate of the Little Ice Age made it almost impossible for ordinary people to find a way to survive.

The more familiar and understanding I become, the more frightening and difficult I feel.

Putting the abbot's letter carefully on his chest, the young man began to pack the items in the room. At this moment, his thoughts were very clear. Talking about getting rich and powerful, and changing history are all nonsense. The most important thing now is to return home.

, resolve the troubles you may encounter and live well.

On the first day of February in the first year of Chongzhen, a young man, a novice monk, left Hanming Temple with a package on his back.

After the young man and the young novice monk left, the abbot specifically recorded in the scriptures of Hanming Temple:

On the first day of October in the seventh year of Tianqi, Wu Zongrui, a fourteen-year-old student in Xinlong Village, Xinlong Township, Anyuan County, was trapped in his inner resentment and could not extricate himself. He started to practice at Hanming Temple. On the 26th of the first month of the first year of Chongzhen, Wu Zongrui

He lost his footing and fell into the water, losing all his breath. At this time, auspicious auspiciousness descended from the sky and attached itself to Wu Zongrui's body. On the first day of the second month of the first year of Chongzhen, Wu Zongrui felt that I had become a Buddhist and had an epiphany. He left Hanming Temple and returned home. Lao Najue paid tribute to him from afar.

My Buddha, this son is extraordinary, and with the help of heaven, he will definitely stir up some troubles. I hope that my Buddha will be merciful and resolve all injustices.
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