Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 1600: Luyin Temple

In Nanga Continent, at the foot of Shenghang Mountain, beside a pleasant bamboo forest and river, two monks, an old man and a young man, were picking bamboo shoots.

The old monk concentrated on picking bamboo shoots. Even if he was just picking bamboo shoots, he seemed to have used all his concentration. There was nothing else but bamboo shoots in his eyes and heart.

The little monk was absent-minded, yawning, and looking around listlessly. Although he was already very familiar with this bamboo forest, he just liked to see it. It was not that he would appreciate the beauty of the bamboo forest, but that it was easier to see than to do. ,easy.

How great would it be if you could just watch and do nothing for a day?

This is the little monk's wish.

His life is too boring. He meditates, chants sutras, picks bamboo shoots, digs medicine, and yes, he also eats, drinks, poops, and sleeps. Uh, sleeping seems good, but sleeping all the time is not good. It is no different from death. , or be optimistic, like that fallen leaf, look at it and guess where it will eventually fall? Under the bamboo? Or on the trail, they accidentally stepped on it as they went back, or in the small river farther away, let the river float and float. Hey, what floated down?

The imaginative little monk looked at it and suddenly discovered that a bamboo basket was floating down the river. From time to time, it would touch the exposed dense bamboo roots on the shore, or bounce back into the river, or get stuck on the bamboo roots and tremble for a moment. , continuing to hit the edge and drift downstream.

The little monk became curious and ran to the river to take a look and found a swaddling baby in the basket. He was shocked and turned around and shouted: "Master, Master, Master, Master, Master"

The old monk was still concentrating on picking bamboo shoots and said nonchalantly: "I don't want my master to help you today. If you don't pick enough bamboo shoots, you will be hungry when you go back."

"No, no, Master, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, has a child." The little monk's voice was trembling nervously.

"Children?" The old monk was unmoved and still said slowly: "Except for you, there are no children here."

The little monk stamped his feet anxiously and said: "No, it's another child, just in the basket floating in the river. Look at the real master."

"In the river, in the basket?" The old monk stopped digging bamboo shoots, straightened up and looked towards the river, but there was no basket anywhere.

The little monk also realized something. He turned around and disappeared, and the bamboo basket disappeared and he jumped in shock: "No, it was washed away!"

It was rare for the old monk to see his disciple in such a panic, and he felt something was wrong. He put down his hoe, rolled up his sleeves and took a few steps to the river. Looking downstream, he suddenly saw a bamboo basket floating a hundred feet away from him. outside.

The old monk frowned, closed his eyes suddenly, and then opened his eyes suddenly and said: "You really have the pure Yang energy of a baby!" As soon as he spoke, he caught up with the bamboo basket in ten steps. Puzzled, he did not take off his shoes and jumped into the river. Seeing the water splashing towards the bamboo basket, the old monk waved his sleeves and the breeze blew away the water that was about to fall into the basket. Then he grabbed the edge of the bamboo basket and pulled it. Before menstruation, I lowered my head and looked around, and saw that a child between 35 and 35 years old was sleeping soundly in Lanzhong.

"It's so dangerous, but you can still sleep soundly here!" The old monk glanced at the river about ten feet downstream, where the rapids washed away the gravel, and he felt worried for the child.

"Master, Master, Master" the young monk came running just now.

The old monk had grabbed the basket and carried it to the shore. When he took out the baby, he felt that there was a wet patch under the swaddling clothes and it was still dripping. His face became nervous. He untied the swaddling clothes and repeatedly checked whether the baby was okay. The wind and cold are not good.

At this time, the little monk noticed that a letter fell out of the swaddling clothes that the master had taken off. He hurriedly knelt down to pick it up. He was about to open it, but when his hand slipped, the envelope actually cracked at a corner.

"Be careful." The old monk also noticed it and hurriedly told him: "Don't dismantle it again. I will dismantle it after it is dry."

"Yes." The little monk hurriedly put the wet envelope on a pebble.

After the old monk checked the child, his face was still ugly. Although there was no problem on the child's face, his back was cold. The reason why his face was still rosy was probably because of the jade pendant around his neck. This thing is extraordinary. , but it’s not a very good thing, it’s just a piece of warm jade with a little aura, which can protect the front but not the back.

The old monk immediately attached his palms with zhenqi. When his palms were slightly hot, he began to gently stroke the child's cold back.

An hour later, the sun turned to the west, and the little monk was holding the baby who had already opened his eyes, laughing and teasing him.

The old monk sat on the floor and carefully opened the envelope to dry. After seeing the blurry writing inside, he sighed with sadness.

On the letter, there are few words that can be read clearly.

"Let's go." The old monk put the letter away and stood up to greet his disciple.

"Well, uh, what about him?" The little monk looked at the yawning baby in his arms and said with a frown, "Should I hand it over to the donor outside the mountain?"

The old monk closed his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No hurry, let's take him back to the temple for now."

"Okay." The little monk smiled and started teasing the baby again.

"Don't you see he's sleepy?" the old monk reprimanded. He had held the baby in the monk's arms since he was young. Looking at the chubby pink face, he couldn't help but want to pinch it.

Shaking his head, the old monk walked towards the bamboo forest.

The little monk packed his things, put the basket on his bald head, and followed the master slowly.

"Abbot, Abbot, Uncle Jihong has brought back a child, and it is only a child of this size. Come and see."

"What are you shouting about? How many times have you said it, call me abbot."

In the small Luyin Temple, there was quite a stir because the old monk Jihong brought back a child less than half a year old.

After hearing the news, Abbot Jinghai strode over, held his hand on his flowing white beard and said cheerfully: "Junior Brother Jinghong, which benefactor sent this child to the mountain?"

Ji Hong shook his head and said: "Alas, he was abandoned!"

"What!" Jinghai was startled, looked at Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and looked at the few monks who came around him, then looked at Jinghong and said, "Do you know his parents?"

Ji Hong shook his head.

"This is not easy to handle." Jihai sighed.

"Can't we just take him in?" the little monk suggested. He liked this pink child very much.

"Senior Nephew Mingyong, please don't joke. We can't support you anymore. If you have one more, you will still be such a big little baby"

Not waiting for Ji Hai to finish speaking, Ji Hong said: "I will send him out of the mountain tomorrow."

Except for the young monk, no one had any objections.

What they mean by not being able to make ends meet is not that there is no food to eat, but that there is a serious shortage of spiritual needs. Everyone has disciples, and no one is willing to give up the resources of his disciples.

As for simply raising the child, it would be better for the child to live outside the mountains, so why bother suffering with them.

That night, the baby boy stayed in Luyin Temple, and the person who took care of him was the young monk Mingyong.

But he was still a child, under the age of 12 this year. Late at night, he felt sleepy and fell asleep.

The baby who had been lying quietly beside him suddenly got up, crawled out of bed, and came outside the house. His little **** was sitting on the stone steps, and the bright moon and stars in the night sky were reflected in his dark eyes.

The sound of chanting and banging wooden fish came to my ears. It was very gentle, but it attracted the little baby like magic.

He climbed all the way to the Buddhist hall and saw the old monk chanting sutras.

The old monk also saw him, and the chanting stopped suddenly. He was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Why are you here?"

The little baby ignored him, slowly crawled to the old monk, lay down on the wooden fish, and screamed "baiya" with a smile.

The old monk was stunned again and wanted to take him away, but for some reason he was reluctant to let go.

This child has not smiled all day, but now he is so interested in wooden fish. Is it God's will?