The situation gradually developed in an uncontrollable direction. Not only did Xuzi and Master Zhitong yell at each other, but a young Taoist priest also joined the battlefield. The poor little monk didn't know how to talk back. He trembled in the scolding battle, retreated again and again, and accidentally stepped on
It reached Cui Zhiduan's feet.
He quickly apologized: "Sorry, little donor, little monk, I'm rude."
"It's okay, it won't hurt at all."
Cui Zhiduan was a kind child. He was not angry, but blinked his big innocent eyes and landed on the little monk's smooth head.
The young monk was a little shy when he saw him, so he recited a Buddha's name, "What advice do you have, young benefactor?"
Cui Zhiduan peeked around like a thief and found that the adults were all attracted by the quarrel. He felt relieved, but he was a little embarrassed. He covered his lips with his hand and coughed lightly, looking at the young monk expectantly: "
Can I touch your head?"
The little monk's face suddenly turned red and he stuttered, "Little donor, I can't do it. Master and the uncles have said, don't touch anything if it's not polite. You can't touch the little monk's head."
It seemed that the little monk's head was often ravaged by his uncles.
Cui Zhiduan's eyes were rolling, and he looked very much like his mother when she had a bad idea: "Your master is wrong. Although I don't read scriptures, I heard my grandmother read the Diamond Sutra. It is said in the scriptures
, 'Everything is Dharma, like bubbles in a dream. Like dew or lightning, you should observe it like this'. So your head is yours, and it is not yours. Whether I touch it or not, it makes no difference to you."
When the young monk heard this, he felt that what he said made sense, but he felt that something was wrong. His face wrinkled up in confusion, and he didn't know what to do.
Cui Zhiduan took advantage of the victory and pursued it, and continued to ask: "Little Master, do you think what I said is wrong?"
The little monk scratched his head and said distressedly: "The little donor is right. No wonder Master just praised you for your intelligence and spirituality. Minghui is too stupid."
Cui Zhiduan pursed his lips and looked at him expectantly: "Then can I touch your head?"
Ye Zhenzhen, who listened carefully to the whole process: "..."
She subconsciously tugged at Cui Weizhen next to her, but she saw that he also had a complicated face. It seemed that he had heard the whole process of her son deceiving the young monk.
This is not the most amazing thing. The most amazing thing is that Master Zhitong stopped his scolding with Chong Xuzi at some point and stared at Cui Zhideuan with bright eyes. His overly kind look was terrifying.
"Enforce the rules and don't mess around."
Ye Zhenzhen's scalp was numb, she couldn't help but clasped her hands together and apologized to the young monk and the senior monk, "The dog is innocent, please forgive me, Master."
"No blame, no blame."
Master Zhitong smiled like a Maitreya Buddha and said to his young disciple: "Minghui, what the young donor said makes sense, but we are too concerned. Since the young donor wants to touch his head, you can touch it for him."
The young monk Minghui couldn't bear to see the dejected Cui Zhiduan, but now he got the master's permission and immediately agreed.
He tilted his little head in a particularly obedient manner and said crisply: "Little donor, you can touch it. My master has agreed."
In the past, Buddha cut meat to feed eagles, but he just asked people to touch his head. There was nothing wrong with it.
The young monk suddenly had an enlightenment, and felt that his understanding of Buddhism had deepened. I will report it to the master later to see if he will stop talking about his stupid brain in the future.
Cui Zhiduan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to touch the bald head he had coveted for a long time. The little monk's head was round and fleshy, and even if there were stubble, it didn't irritate his hand, and it felt itchy on his palm, which was very comfortable.
Then a series of questions popped up——
"Do you have to shave every day?"
"Uh, yes."
"That's great. It's very convenient for you to wash your head every day. You don't even have hair."
"Yes, Master also said that you can save a lot of soap nuts."
…
The children asked and answered questions. The little monk looked well-behaved, and Cui Zhiduan had a look of enjoyment on his face, looking like he had a good hand.
With such a round and cute little head, it must be very comfortable to curl up!
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but feel itchy, and quietly reached out and touched it...Ah! Life is complete!
