NBA: Becoming stronger starts with hard work and mastery

Chapter 237

The light that enveloped Qiao Sheng dimmed, and when it lit up again, it was Zhou Cong's figure.

"The pagoda, several floors were broken,

Whose soul was broken.

Pain ran straight, a broken lamp,

The collapsed mountain gate.

Let me wait a little longer, history turns around,

Wait for the wine to be mellow, wait for you to play a piece of guzheng."

On the big screen on the stage, the young monk was still meditating and chanting in the hall.

And Miss Xiu was always there to accompany him.

Sometimes she held her chin in a daze, sometimes she flipped through the scriptures, and sometimes she sat on the cushion and dozed, her head nodding.

And the young monk would always quietly open his eyes when Miss Xiu was not paying attention, watching her walking around in the hall from time to time, and wiping away the saliva left by her when she was sleeping.

At this time, the expression on the young monk's face was both gentle and a bit entangled and struggling.

As spring goes and autumn comes, Miss Xiu changes her clothes one after another, but the young monk always wears the plain white robe, and his figure has never changed while sitting on the futon.

The lights dimmed.

On the stage, the old monk and the young monk appeared again.

The young monk pushed the old monk: "Master, Master, why are you distracted?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Nothing, I'm just old, and it's easy to think of some past events, so I get distracted."

The young monk asked curiously: "Master, did you remember any Buddhist stories? Can you tell me?"

"Then I'll tell you the story of the Three Refuges..."

The old monk raised his head, and the smile on his face squeezed the wrinkles together, but it seemed to contain all the desolation in this world.

The lights dimmed again, and Miss Xiu and the young monk appeared on the big screen.

The two sat in the pavilion, with a broom and a dustpan placed beside them.

"Miss Xiu, you haven't told me the story of the Four Refuges for so long."

The young monk was thinking about the Buddhist stories, while Miss Xiu looked at him tenderly.

"Ah, you said the Four Refuges, stretch your hand over here and I'll tell you."

The young monk obediently stretched out his hand, and Miss Xiu began to write stroke by stroke on his palm, reciting as she wrote.

"Refuge in the Buddha~"

"Refuge in the Buddha."

Miss Xiu recited a sentence, and the young monk followed it.

"Refuge in the Dharma~"

"Refuge in the Dharma."

"Refuge in the Sangha~"

"Refuge in the Sangha."

"Refuge..." Miss Xiu paused, looked up at the young monk: "Refuge in Miss Xiu!"

"Refuge... huh?" The young monk's expression froze instantly, staring at Miss Xiu blankly, his mouth moving slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Miss Xiu smiled and said, "This is what I mean by the Four Refuges. You should recite it after me. Refuge... Miss Xiu."

The young monk's face turned red, and he hurriedly grabbed the broom beside him and ran away without looking back.

Only his shy and angry voice floated in the wind: "The young monk... The young monk still has to sweep the courtyard."

Miss Xiu laughed so hard in the pavilion.

The chorus of the first paragraph also ended here.

The daily life of Miss Xiu and the young monk appeared on the screen again.

After parting with Miss Xiu again, the young monk began to sweep the courtyard.

While sweeping, he somehow smiled and chanted while sweeping:

"Refuge in the Buddha."

"Refuge in the Dharma."

"Refuge in the Sangha."

"Refuge..."

"Disciple!" An old monk walked out of the hall and interrupted the young monk's soliloquy with a call! "

"Master! "The young monk seemed to have his secrets exposed, and he saluted the old monk in a panic, and his broom fell to the side.

"Has the female donor left?" the old monk asked.

"Ah, well, as usual, she left after I explained the Buddhist principles to her."

The young monk put his hands together and bowed his head to answer.

"Alas." The old monk could not see the young monk's expression, but just sighed heavily: "After you sweep the courtyard, go to the Buddha to chant. Amitabha! ”

The old monk left, and the young monk raised his head. The fallen leaves around him were just like his mood.

No more peace.

Everyone at the scene, including the instructors, thought it was a love story after hearing the last line of the chorus, "It is our fate to take root" and seeing the conversation between the old monk and the young monk.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young monk and Miss Xiu had already had a secret crush on each other.

They were also guessing the next plot, which should be that the young monk would eventually fall in love with Miss Xiu, and then return to secular life and start a family with her.

"But this seems too simple." Huang Yushu said to himself at the instructor's seat.

Many people also felt that if it was just this, the story seemed a little bland.

Soon, after the interlude, with the danceThe story began to develop in another direction during the performance on the stage.

For several days in a row, the young monk did not see Miss Xiu.

"Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha..."

He sat alone on the cushion, still chanting.

But he kept repeating the words "Namo Amitabha" over and over again.

His mind was in a mess, and no matter what sutra he chanted, it would end up with these words.

He chanted too fast and the rosary in his hand broke, scattered all over the floor.

The young monk looked at the mess on the floor and sighed deeply.

In the singing, the big screen slowly dimmed, and the lights on the stage lit up.

The young monk and Miss Xiu appeared on the stage.

When Miss Xiu came to the temple again, the young monk finally showed a long-lost smile on his face.

"Miss Xiu, you are here."

"Little monk, I came here this time to tell you something." Miss Xiu looked at the young monk's face and smiled pretending to be relaxed.

"Little monk, I will leave here in two days." Miss Xiu said it without waiting for the young monk to answer.

"Ah? Oh." The young monk smiled: "I wonder where Miss Xiu is going?"

"I... I... My father found a marriage for me... Little monk, you, you, you..."

Miss Xiu's voice gradually became lighter, and her head gradually lowered. Suddenly, she raised her head again, and there seemed to be a light flashing in her eyes.

"Little monk, you must not forget me!"

The young monk did not speak, nor nodded, but just stared at Miss Xiu blankly.

"Little monk, I'm leaving. From now on, I, I won't come again." Miss Xiu bit her lip and said, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"I..." The young monk paused, and the words in his heart turned into: "Miss Xiu, you are a good girl, you will definitely marry a good family and be happy forever."

Miss Xiu just kept looking at the young monk, her eyes flickering, and no one could read them.

After a while, Miss Xiu shrugged her shoulders pretending to be relaxed and smiled, "Then I'm leaving."

The young monk didn't say anything. He waited until Miss Xiu's thin figure was about to disappear at the gate of the temple, then he opened his lips slightly and whispered his inner words: "Miss Xiu, I will remember the four refuges."

"Refuge in Buddha."

"Refuge in Dharma."

"Refuge in monks."

"Refuge... Miss Xiu."

After the words fell, two lines of tears slid down the young monk's cheeks.