The Jinxiu Mountain of Chidragon.
After the heavy rain, the road on the mountain was covered in mist. On both sides of the wet stairs, the lush leaves were still dripping with rain. It was a lively scene.
In the Golden Bell Temple on the mountain, a handsome man dressed in monk attire was sitting on a cushion with his legs crossed. He put his palms together and listened to the lecture of an old monk in a kasaya beside him.
"Yuan Fang, this cultivation is ascetic. I won't give you any money when you leave the mountain. All the sufferings you go through will be the training of your Buddha-nature. I hope you can comprehend Buddhism from it!"
"Master, what about my meals?" Yuan Fang raised his head in confusion.
"I'll give you the alms bowl. You can beg for alms yourself!"
"What if others don't give me meals?" Yuan Fang continued to ask.
"Then I'll go to another house!" the old monk said calmly.
"What if I go to another house?"
At this moment, the veins on the old monk's forehead bulged.
"Ascetic cultivation requires you to face hunger, cold, and exhaustion. If you don't get food when you beg for alms, you can only endure it!"
"Master, can I work when I'm hungry?" Yuan Fang continued to ask.
"Work?" At this moment, the old monk felt his blood pressure rising again. He quickly said "Amitabha" to calm himself down.
"No!"
"Master, can I not go to ascetic cultivation?" Yuan Fang asked pitifully.
"You're already an adult. Ascetic cultivation is the training of your mind. You can't just say no. If you return to the temple early or if I find out that you broke the rules of ascetic cultivation, I'll kick you out!" the old monk scolded with a frown.
"Alright. Master, when is the meal? I'll eat more so that I don't starve!"
The old monk was speechless.
The old monk felt extremely tired after taking in such a disciple. Other than eating and fighting, he had nothing else to do.
…
In the afternoon, Yuan Fang, who still wanted to stay in the temple, was finally kicked out of the mountain. He began his year-long "ascetic cultivation".
At this moment, Yuan Fang held the alms bowl and went down the mountain dejectedly in his ascetic clothes.
He was very familiar with the mountain path. He often went up and down the mountain with his senior and junior brothers to buy the resources needed by the temple. Usually, there were no visitors except for certain festivals.
The winding path down the mountain took an hour before they reached the foot of the mountain.
There was a small town not far from the foot of the mountain. Although the town was located in a remote area, the construction was very modern. The infrastructure was also very complete. A road extended from the town to the foot of the mountain.
After looking left and right, Yuan Fang scratched his chubby head, not knowing where to go.
In the end, he still decided to walk in the direction of the small town. There were many people there, so he should be able to eat there.
After a few hours of traveling, Yuan Fang's stomach was rumbling with hunger. He started to miss the food in the temple.
However, when he recalled the stern look his master had given him before he left, Yuan Fang gave up on the thought of returning.
Although there were vehicles on the way, Yuan Fang didn't dare to hitch a ride. After all, his master had instructed him to only walk during the ascetic journey.
Looking at the bowl in his hand, Yuan Fang rubbed his stomach and walked into the streets of the town.
His appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people, because his attire was too conspicuous, and it was incompatible with modern clothing.
Walking on the street, Yuan Fang could smell the fragrance from the shops on both sides of the street, which made him hungry again …
After thinking for a while, he walked into a restaurant.
Yuan Fang walked to the cashier and placed the "bowl" on the counter. He looked at the dozing boss and said,
"Boss, I'm begging for alms!"
The boss was immediately awakened. He opened his eyes and immediately saw Yuan Fang standing in front of him.
"Boss, I'm begging for alms!" Yuan Fang continued.
"You're a real monk?" The boss was stunned.
"Yes, my Dharma name is Yuan Fang." Yuan Fang nodded immediately.
"You monks are so confident when begging for alms nowadays?" The boss was a little dumbfounded when he saw the calm expression on Yuan Fang's face.
"Boss, I want to eat this … this, and this!" Yuan Fang didn't seem to hear the boss and pointed at the menu on the wall.
The boss: "…"
"Brother, this is a small business. You can go to another one." At this moment, the boss decisively chose to chase his customer away.
Yuan Fang couldn't help but frown when he heard that.
"Boss, actually, I can ask for less."
At this moment, the veins on the boss's forehead were throbbing. He had already expressed his intentions so clearly. Why was this monk still so thick-skinned?
"Little monk, this is really a small business. You should go to another one." After thinking about it, the boss still said tactfully.
This time, Yuan Fang didn't say anything else. He picked up the "bowl" on the counter, turned around, and walked out of the restaurant. As if he had thought of something, he suddenly turned around and said to the boss of the restaurant,
"Buddha bless you!"
Then, he left without looking back.
At this moment, the boss felt like he had been scolded, but he had no evidence.
After leaving this restaurant, Yuan Fang went to another one and began a new round of begging.
Yuan Fang's attitude towards begging for alms had always been the same.
Boss, begging!
Righteous, neither overbearing nor servile.
As a result, all of his attempts at soliciting alms failed. None of the restaurants were willing to give him food.
This made Yuan Fang very vexed. The sky was gradually getting dark, but he was still hungry. He didn't even have a place to spend the night.
At this moment, Yuan Fang's eyes lit up. He suddenly noticed a man with unkempt hair and a dirty face sitting in a corner not far away. At this moment, he was eating pancakes, one in his left hand and one in his right hand. He was eating happily, making Yuan Fang even hungrier.
After thinking about it, Yuan Fang hurriedly took a few steps forward and walked to the man with unkempt hair.
"Benefactor, begging!"
The man who was eating the pancake widened his eyes as if he had choked. He couldn't help but start coughing. Then, he hurriedly picked up the water bottle on the ground and poured it into his mouth.
After regaining his composure, the man glared at Yuan Fang and said, "That's right.
"You're begging me?"
Yuan Fang immediately nodded. "Yes."
"Do you know what I do for a living? I'm a f * cking beggar. Doesn't your conscience hurt? "the beggar said in disbelief.
"So what if I'm a beggar? Master said that all beings are equal, so everyone is equal," Yuan Fang said seriously.
At this moment, the beggar was speechless. He felt that what the monk said did make sense.
However, it was impossible for him to hand over the pancake in his hand. So, he hurriedly said,
"You're a kind-hearted monk. This is my dinner. If I share it with you, I'll have to go hungry tomorrow. You definitely can't bear to see that!"
"Buddha once cut off his flesh to feed the eagle and sacrificed himself to feed the tiger. Benefactor, you're just giving me a piece of pancake. It's insignificant. If you go hungry tomorrow, it'll be a training for your mind. It'll be of great help to your future!"
At this moment, the beggar really wanted to punch Yuan Fang in the head and shout, "Training your ass!"
"Get lost! I'm being polite to you, but you're really taking advantage of me? Don't disturb me while I'm eating the pancake. Get lost!" At this moment, the beggar's expression instantly changed as he cursed angrily.
Hearing this, Yuan Fang's expression didn't change. He said, "Buddha bless you," and turned to leave.
"Bald donkey, may you die without descendants!" Thinking that Yuan Fang was secretly cursing him, the beggar looked at Yuan Fang's back and cursed angrily.
At this moment, Yuan Fang suddenly turned around and looked at the beggar with a solemn expression. It gave the beggar a fright, thinking that Yuan Fang was going to attack.
"Benefactor, I'm a monk. What you said is very reasonable!" With that said, Yuan Fang turned around calmly with an indifferent expression.
However, the beggar was dumbfounded. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the monk's words seemed to make sense.
After some thought, the beggar shouted at the departing Yuan Fang again, "May you have many children and grandchildren!"
However, after saying that, the beggar was stunned again. He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Looking at the pancake in his hand, he suddenly lost his appetite.
…
The sky had already darkened. Yuan Fang, who had failed to solicit alms again, walked to a stone bridge. He looked up at the starry sky and couldn't help but sigh.
"I'm so hungry!"
Is this the suffering that Master was talking about? It's really too bitter. Master, I can't take it anymore!
In Yuan Fang's opinion, the so-called "suffering" and "hunger" were equal signs.
At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from afar. Then, a man appeared in Yuan Fang's sight, and behind him was a large group of people.
"Don't run! How dare you steal from me and seduce my sister!" The man in the lead shouted at the man running in front of him with a ferocious expression.
"I'm not asleep!" The man hurriedly shouted.
"You're courting death!" At this moment, the bearded man in the lead became even more furious.
The man who was running for his life was scared out of his wits when he saw this. He hurriedly sped up and arrived in front of Yuan Fang. When he saw that Yuan Fang was blocking his way, he immediately turned to the side and tried to pass by him. However, Yuan Fang blocked his way again and collided with him.
Yuan Fang didn't take a step back, but the man fell to the ground with a thud.
"F * ck!"
The man hurriedly got up and glared at Yuan Fang, but he didn't attack. He wanted to run for his life again, but he was blocked by Yuan Fang again.
"Almsgiver, you stole something from others. You'd better return it. Master said that you have to correct your mistakes!"
"Damn bald donkey, get lost!" The man glared at Yuan Fang angrily and immediately raised his hand to smash Yuan Fang's chest.
The punch landed squarely on Yuan Fang's chest, but Yuan Fang didn't move at all. However, the man cried out in pain and fell to the ground again.
At this time, a large group of people arrived and surrounded Yuan Fang and the man.
"Monk, thank you very much!" The man in the lead said with a smile. Then, he walked to the man on the ground and reached out to grab his hair.
"Where's my Glazed Grass?"
"Boss … I … I sold my soul coins!" The man on the ground said with a sad face.
"What about the soul coins?"
"I bought … I bought equipment." The man looked desperate.
"F * ck, you f * cking know that the Glazed Grass was planted by me, but you still stole it. You're courting death!" As he spoke, the man raised his hand and was about to slap him.
However, before the slap landed, it was stopped by Yuan Fang.
"Monk, what are you doing?" The bearded man couldn't help but frown.
"Almsgiver, it's not right to hit people!"
"Monk, this is none of your business. Go away. He stole something from me, so I naturally have to teach him a lesson!" As he spoke, the bearded man raised his hand again.
However, this time, he was stopped by Yuan Fang again.
The bearded man was instantly displeased. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Yuan Fang say calmly, "Almsgiver, hit him gently.
Don't kill him, or else it'll be hard to deal with. "
At this moment, everyone around was stunned. They thought that Yuan Fang was going to stop them, but they didn't expect him to say such words.
"Al … sure!" The bearded man couldn't help but nod.
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