"There are always pros and cons in everything. If you don't do what you are doing now because of the difficulties in the future, you will achieve nothing. So you are also at fault."
The monk was stunned for a moment and sighed: "What the Buddha said is that if you just want to unite knowledge and action, it is even more difficult."
These experiences were also summarized by him after analysis.
Many things are mixed together, and black and white cannot be distinguished. It can even be said that the world is gray.
If you want to cut through the mess with a quick knife and directly distinguish right from wrong, it will be too difficult.
He continued: "Then I passed by a village called Jiaxiwan and saw a pale woman burying her newborn son alive."
"The baby was shivering in the cold wind, his little face turned red and purple, and he was crying. However, the woman showed no hesitation, with bulging veins in her hands, intending to strangle her own son to death in the wilderness."
"The disciples quickly stepped forward to stop him and save the baby."
"As the saying goes, if a tiger is poisonous, it will not eat its seeds. How can you do something that makes a person too poisonous to be kissed?"
"The woman sneered and said: Don't encourage others to do good things without their suffering. I am seriously ill and I will die soon. How can this little baby who can't speak and is still drinking breast milk survive in this troubled world? You monk,
If you have good intentions, why not do good deeds and raise this child?"
"The woman vomited blood and died that night."
"The disciple had no choice but to adopt the homeless baby."
"However, I am penniless and cannot afford cow or goat milk, so I have to go around asking for alms, and my life is very hard. It is also extremely difficult to take care of a baby with my own efforts. Raising a baby is difficult and tiring, but it is also difficult.
Occasionally there is sweet laughter. My disciple often sighs, this little baby is living in the open air with me, sleeping on the streets and under bridges, it is such a miserable life."
"After a lot of hard work, I found a temple called Fahua Temple. At that time, Ksitigarbha's remnant was still there, and the incense was still strong. The abbot of Fahua Temple knew the disciples, and the abbot was willing to adopt him.
Baby, nurture it well.”
"However, many years later, the disciples passed by Fahua Temple again, only to find that the temple was completely deserted."
"The baby also grew up, called himself Niu Sanda, and became a famous robber who brought harm to the village."
This time, the monk didn't ask himself if he had done something wrong. Maybe he felt guilty.
But with his unique skills, he couldn't spend all his energy on raising babies. When talking about this matter, he could only sigh deeply and lament that fate has played a trick on people.
Wang Hao said: "Since you raised that baby, you are both his master and his father. If a son fails to teach his father, he becomes a robber. You are naturally at fault."
The monk sighed and said sadly: "That's right. In this matter, the disciple knew his mistake and regretted it. He did not personally teach the baby to grow up."
"If you don't do small things, you won't accomplish big things. Even the most important thing of teaching and educating people will be delayed and missed. In this life, you really have made no achievements and have done nothing."
The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.
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(This paragraph is a bit difficult to write, so I can only shorten it a little, please forgive me!)
Chapter completed!