Looking at this deep night, Wu Ming closed his eyes as if sleeping.
"Help, help! Help, help."
A little girl's cry for help was faintly heard in the woods, and was heard by a young monk.
The young monk remembered that there was a creek not far from this forest.
The young monk used his magical power and rushed towards the source of the shouts.
When the young monk came to the river, he saw bubbles bubbling in the middle of the river.
"." Wu Ming was speechless.
"I didn't say you weren't a monk. Little monk, did you save me?"
Unexpectedly, the old monk grabbed his hands, tied him to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick. While beating him, he shouted: Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma! Take refuge in the Sangha!
The little thief shouted in pain: 'Ouch! Stop hitting~~~Ouch~~~It hurts! Ouch!! Stop!! Ouch~~'
"Miss Li, the little monk is not young anymore."
"Why do you say 'forget'?" The little girl tilted her head.
‘Ah~ take refuge in the monks!’”
"Hmph." The little girl curled her lips, "Your master must not be very advanced in Buddhism."
"Wow."
I don’t know if the girl is listening to the story or looking at the person.
"Isn't that enough? As long as we have a clear conscience, or do we have to look at other people's eyes to become a Buddha?"
After spitting out the river water, the little girl slowly opened her eyes.
"Little donor, please don't talk nonsense. My master's Dharma is very high." The little monk looked a little angry.
The old monk was still chanting: 'Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma! Take refuge in the Sangha!'
The bald man, who was already grown up, smiled.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that." The little girl quickly comforted her, "How about we play together after I finish washing the clothes? It doesn't matter."
"Donor, I have offended you so much."
The old monk recited the "Dharma of Refuge" again!
The thief cried out, "Take refuge in the Dharma!"
"Eh?" The little monk was stunned.
"It's not like we're really getting married. You're such a stupid monk, and your face is so red. To be honest, do you really want to get married to me?"
"What a young monk. It's the first time I've seen such a young monk." The little girl said innocently.
"What story does Miss Li want to hear this time?" Wu Ming asked.
"Yeah! It's okay! I heard it from a master!"
"Thank you very much, Miss Li. However, Miss Li, men and women are not close to each other. From now on, Miss Li should not come to the monk's monastery. It is not good for others to see her." Wu Ming said tactfully.
"This, is not good."
"Okay, okay, you say." Miss Li said happily, her eyes did not shift even a little bit.
The little monk picked up a little girl from the river and dragged her to the shore.
"Anything is fine."
"What a bright head." The little girl's smart eyes blinked.
"My dead parents said that the favor of saving one's life should be pledged with one's own body. If you save me, then I will be your bride." The little girl said seriously, "When I grow up, I will
I will marry you."
'Take refuge in the monks!'
"Play house, I will be the bride and you will be the groom."
"Little donor, my master said that monks cannot take wives."
"There once was an old monk who was always being visited by thieves. He finally couldn't bear it anymore. One day, the thieves came again.
"Okay, okay, eat quickly, eat quickly, you've eaten and drank enough, it's time to tell me a story." Li Fang held her chin, sat in front of Wu Ming, and looked at him with blinking eyes.
Three days later, the little monk came to the river, where the little girl was washing clothes.
The old monk said to the thief: 'Please put your hand through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever you want.'
"Little monk, little monk. I'm here to play with you again, little monk."
Without any hesitation, the little monk jumped down.
"No matter what, I just want to marry you, and monks can take wives!"
The thief cried out "Ouch" and said, "Take refuge in the Buddha!"
"That's right." The young monk thought for a while and replied.
The little girl coughed violently and spit out river water from her mouth.
"This, I want to go back and ask Master."
Six years later, the young girl, now a tall and graceful girl, jumped into the Zen room where Wu Ming was, carrying vegetarian food.
"It shouldn't matter." The little monk hesitated, "I wonder what the little donor wants to play?"
"What's wrong?" Li Fang blinked, "Did you do anything to me?"
"Cough cough cough"
The young monk shook his head: "Master has said that there are no distinctions between monks, big or small, and young monks belong to monks too."
"Amitabha." The little monk shook his head, "Little donor, I am a monk, so my head is bright."
"No matter what, I just want to marry you."
"Is it okay?" the young monk asked doubtfully.
The little monk clasped his hands together, apologized in a childish voice, and then touched the little girl's chest with his little hands to convey spiritual power.
Li Fang didn't know what Lord Buddha meant, nor did she know that the young monk was famous and to what extent he was famous.
"But you call yourself a little monk, aren't you still a little one?" Miss Li smiled and came to Wu Ming's side, "Little monk, I made some vegetarian food for you to eat."
"Not really." Wu Ming quickly shook his head.
The thief was in so much pain that he had no choice but to shout: 'Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma! Take refuge in the Sangha!'
There was a "pop" sound.
"Because." The young monk thought for a while, "The word 'rescue' carries with it a sense of kindness, but it is our duty to save people, and it is not a kindness. That's why the young monk said 'forget it'."
There was a splash of water on the river.
"I don't understand." The little girl shook her head, her crescent-like eyes curled up, "But I know that you saved me, so I want to marry you!"
"Amitabha."
"What happened next?"
For Li Fang, the little monk is just the little monk. The little monk who played with her since childhood has never changed.
"No, no, no." The little monk shook his head quickly, "Little donor, I am a monk. A monk cannot marry a wife."
In the past six years, Wu Ming, who was originally a young monk, became more and more famous. Many people called Wu Ming the master.
"Then, young monk, let's tell Miss Li the story of "The Three Refuges."" Wu Ming thought for a while and said, "I heard this story from my senior brother."
The thief was very happy after hearing this, and put his hand through the crack in the door.
The old monk continued to chant: 'Take refuge in the Buddha.'
Many people say that Wu Ming will be the next Buddha Lord of the Buddhist Kingdom.
Miss Li asked curiously.
"Later, the little thief changed his ways."
"Giggle, giggle," the little girl covered her mouth and let out a clear laugh, "You have three refuges, and I have four refuges. Do you want to listen?"
[Wu Ming’s story is adapted from the song——Jian Wang San plot song "Conversion"]
