That temple that person

6

After all, I still underestimated the Great Compassion Temple.I didn't expect such a dilapidated place, such a barren mountain, to have thieves come to the door.

"I was scared to death, it turned out to be a blind man." I heard the person opposite let out a long breath, feeling relieved.Then he touched me in two steps, and shook his hand back and forth in front of my face twice, and two gusts of wind blew in front of the tip of my nose.I heard the man laugh twice, and put a cool thing on his neck.

"Hey, blind man, if you want to live, take out all the money you have on you!"

I fumbled slowly around for the nonexistent copper plate.Seeing that my hands were trembling and I couldn't feel them, the man gave a "tsk" and simply did it himself, put away the knife, and touched my body with a pair of big hands.I was itchy to be touched, so I couldn't help shaking my fist. I heard a gust of wind, and with the sound of "bang", the sound of ouch was heard endlessly. The man was rolling on the ground in pain while yelling with blood in his mouth: "You , you you you, you blind man, you..."

What's wrong with me, a blind man?I, the blind man, went back to the room familiarly. After rummaging through boxes and chests, I found a string of hemp rope. After pulling it, I felt it was quite strong, so I went back familiarly. I heard the sound of staggering footsteps, and the toes were on the man's back. At one o'clock, the man flew out again.I took two steps forward to lift him up, threw him on the tree trunk amidst his nonsense, and tied him into rice dumplings.

The man began to cry: "Master, I just saw that there was no one in the temple, and wanted to steal a few steamed buns to eat. I, I haven't eaten for a few days, sir, please be merciful!"

I said angrily: "Who told you that there is no one in the temple! Didn't there be someone sitting on the sidelines!" As soon as I finished speaking, there was a disdainful cold snort from the top of the tree.The thief who stole something didn't know what he saw when he looked up, and cried even harder: "You little one has eyes but can't see Mount Tai, please forgive me! The Buddha is so merciful, please forgive me!"

The little ghost said with his nostrils up: "It's not that I haven't eaten for a few days, how can I still have the strength to mourn? It's not that I haven't eaten for a few days, how many steamed buns have been missing in the kitchen these days?" She was crying, and the words of begging for mercy became upside down, and it didn't take long for the wailing to subside until it became silent.I kicked him, no response.

"Hey, he didn't lie, he's really hungry and dizzy." From the top of the tree came the little novice's rough voice: "Wait." I heard a quick wind, rustling leaves, and the imp seemed to float away.The sun seemed to be coming up gradually, I felt a little sweaty, looked up to the sky, my eyelids seemed to be covered with a layer of strong dark white light, I touched my eyelids involuntarily.After tossing and tossing for so long, the morning has passed, not only the sunlight, but also the aggrieved cry from my stomach reminded me that it was already noon.

I couldn't see anyway, lying on the dining table boredly waiting for dinner.The kitchen is frying, frying and stewing. It's a joy, and my stomach growls more and more cheerfully.The intriguing aroma wafted past my nose, and I ran away with the smell of the food, only hearing the sound of the little thief swallowing.I was so angry that I gritted my teeth: "Hey, you would rather feed this little thief than let me eat! I am a patient, and I am also very hungry!"

"He stole so many steamed buns from the kitchen. Not only did I not punish him, but I gave him a life-saving meal. He owed me so much. After he was full, he would stay as a temple servant, cleaning and cooking, and so on. Do it all." Although I couldn't see it, I could feel the disdainful glance that the little novice cast on me intentionally or unintentionally, meaning: at least he can still work, you are just a blind rice bug!

I argued with reason: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is a thief who put a knife on my neck, and he is not a good person! Take him in, you are not afraid that he will poison you while cooking, and you are not afraid that he will take advantage of you while you are sleeping. stab you while cooking?" The little devil was very calm: "Don't be afraid, at most he will steal food while cooking, but he doesn't dare, because once he steals food, I will beat him once."

I was still shocked by the gangster spirit naturally exuded from this little devil, but the thief had already cried out in grievance: "How did you beat someone? Aren't you monks all merciful?"

I suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the thief, and I hoped that he would be upbeat and kick over the small bench on which the little novice was standing.Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the little novice monk jump down and proudly said, "It's over, there's no food for you", and then left proudly with a small bench. I hurried after him to ask his senior brother's whereabouts.The little novice stopped for a while, and seemed to be in a worse mood. He hummed heavily and then ignored me.

I was hungry anyway, so I ran to the mountain gate and waited for that person to come back.The daily temperature on my body changed from scorching hot to warm, and then a little bit cold. A little bit of wind blew across my face. I touched my stomach, and I couldn’t bark anymore, probably because I’m used to being hungry.My thoughts drifted and drifted, and finally drifted to the past.

In the past, when I spent a lot of money with those friends and friends in restaurants, I never thought that one day I would not even be able to eat a bowl of white rice.

At that time, there was also such a dusk. I remember that the sunset glow was as gorgeous as a brocade, and the fragrance of wine and flowers wafted in the wind. I wandered the streets of Beijing with those people. There was a ragged beggar at the foot of the city wall, The tangled hair covered his dry face, and the dirty broken bowl still had a few corners missing.Occasionally, a few copper plates would fall, but the beggar would not move, just let the setting sun shine.Some of us in the group pointed at him and commented, "Isn't he dead?"

A few people played with the man's messy hair with fans in a mischievous manner, and the beggar finally moved, revealing a face that seemed to be painted with black charcoal. There were a pair of lifeless eyes on that face, and something seemed to cover the eyeballs. Things, gray, like the sky before the heavy rain.

I was startled and shivered, but how can I be ashamed among my peers?I pretended to be disgusted: "Let's go, let's go, the smell of that beggar has poisoned me!"

That day, I quietly looked back, and the beggar was sitting there paralyzed, two lines of tears slowly dripping from the pile of messy hair.

Probably this is retribution.I reached out and stroked my eyes.What should we do next?I wondered blankly, if I was blind, should I also find a corner to hide in?I heard that beggars often snatch food from stray dogs. In addition to broken bowls, should I also take a bamboo pole as a dog-beating stick?

"Benefactor," the man's voice sounded like a dream in the evening wind: "Why are you crying?"

I probably missed the sound of his footsteps in the gap between memories. I tried to squeeze out a strong smile while feeling sad, and hesitated to accuse him of the fact that the little novice abused me.He stretched out his hand to help me up, and it was only after he helped me that I realized that I had been squatting here foolishly for a long time, and my legs lost all strength at the moment, and I rushed straight into a warm embrace.

I sniffed in his arms and wondered, "Have you gone mountain climbing?"

"I'm going to pick some herbs for you. Didn't Tianlong tell you? I specifically asked him to get you some delicious food." After he said this, I finally couldn't help it, and gritted my teeth and said, "That kid didn't even Give me food, he abused me! Look, I'm about to faint from hunger, if you come back one step later, my life will die."

"Nonsense!" The fast footsteps came rushing over like the wind, and the little novice's vicious eyes seemed to turn around us, and he said in a hateful voice: "Don't listen to this guy pretending to be mean. We owe a whole lot of debt for him. , there are only steamed buns in the kitchen, but now there are no steamed buns!"

While in his arms, I wondered where this kid came from, and spoke so sharply, while holding his corner in his arms, I said, "Oh, I'm dizzy, I'm really going to faint from hunger... ..."

He helped me in all the way, and I felt the hot gaze behind me all the way, and the sense of crisis and the pleasure of revenge coexisted in my heart.He suddenly said, "Why is there a person tied to the tree trunk? Did he pass out?"

That night, my chopsticks fought unremittingly with the thief's chopsticks.Although I have also practiced it, I am still blind after all. The blind man is like an elephant, and he is almost pinching someone's face on the plate. Hearing the little thief feasting and enjoying the fruits of victory, I feel a little bit annoyed.I put down my chopsticks angrily and gnawed on the steamed buns in the bowl.The person next to me couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up a chopstick of bean sprouts and put them in my bowl, which moved me a lot.

The little thief swallowed his food, his mouth was slurred, and he could still smirk: "A monk, as expected, he is still compassionate hahahahaha..." The little novice snorted disdainfully. Gentle: "What's your name? Seeing how young you are, why do you want to be a thief?"

The thief started to cry again: "I, my name is Wan Jinbao, my family is a farmer, the tax is too heavy, the family has no money, and my parents have no choice but to buy three packs of rat poison. I was going to die, who knows, who knows ..." The little thief broke down in tears.The monk comforted him: "It's okay, just speak slowly."

The little thief wailed: "The pharmacy sells fake medicine mixed with real medicine! My bag just happened to be fake! They even fake rat poison!" It sounded like he was about to throw a bowl on the table.

Therefore, Wan Jinbao did not die, but became a thief, and the first time he stole was a drug store.I couldn't help asking him: "Which pharmacy is so wicked?" I thought to myself, it's best not to be the Longjia Medical Center.Wan Jinbao burst into tears: "It's called Ruikangtang, the shopkeeper there is young and has a bad heart."

The man suddenly said to me: "Speaking of which, haven't you asked the benefactor's name?"

I blurted out: "Bai Qingjing."

As soon as these three words came out, the whole world fell silent.I froze.Bai Qingjing, Bai Qingjing, this Young Master Bai in everyone's eyes back then, the Young Master Bai who was backward in his family and they couldn't avoid: Bai, Qing, Jing.

I am Bai Qingjing.

"Bai Qingjing?" Wan Jinbao wondered, "Isn't this the name of the wanted criminal?"