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Heading north out of Jiangjin City, only about ten miles away, there is a mountain.
The mountain is not too high, only about 700 to 800 meters, but it is quite steep. The road is only built halfway up the mountain, and then there are hundreds of stone steps leading to the top of the mountain. temple.
The origin of the mountain named Shituo is unknown.
The temple is named Great Wisdom Temple, but it was originally an unknown temple. Twenty years ago, an old monk with white eyebrows came to the temple and named himself Monk Wisdom. He named the temple Great Wisdom Temple and taught scriptures and worshiped Buddha here. The scriptures he taught were the Great Wisdom Sutra and the name of the Buddha enshrined. Great Wisdom Buddha.
It is said that listening to the wise monk reciting the "Great Wisdom Sutra" and reciting the "Great Wisdom Sutra" with pious thoughts can open up wisdom. As time goes by, the reputation of the Great Wisdom Temple has become louder.
In the past twenty years, Monk Zhizhi has recruited more than a dozen disciples and expanded the temple several times. Now the Great Wisdom Temple has become quite large and well-known. During the tourist season, it is crowded with tourists. , the incense is flourishing, and it is a lively scene.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xiaohe and his mother Yang Xiuli had reached the steps halfway up the mountain.
In early winter, the weather was already a bit cold. Because I walked for ten miles in a row, I didn’t feel cold at all. I was just dragged out of the hot bed by my mother early in the morning and walked for more than an hour. When I was young, I was very tired, and Jiang Xiaohe's slightly dull face was a bit reluctant.
Yang Xiuli looks a bit wealthy in her forties.
She was originally a rural girl in her early years. Later she married her husband who was a cadre. After giving birth to her second son, she followed her husband to the city and used her husband's connections to rent a house in a prosperous area of the city. A few storefronts and a small supermarket were opened.
Because her husband’s income is stable and the supermarket business is booming, her family background is pretty good. Although she is middle-aged, she does not look old even though she looks a bit rich.
Jiang Xiaohe is Yang Xiuli’s second son. He is seventeen years old this year. He has inherited the advantages of his parents in appearance. He has fair skin, a slender figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his eyes are a bit dull and he often stares at one place. Not moving for a long time greatly damaged his image.
This is exactly what worries Yang Xiuli.
Her second son is handsome and has an incredibly high IQ. His academic performance ranks among the top in key high schools in the city. However, his emotional intelligence is extremely low and he cannot communicate with others at all. During school, he only I know how to read, so I don’t go out all day in my spare time, either reading or playing games.
Yang Xiuli was very worried that Jiang Xiaohe would not be able to adapt to this complex society in the future.
This is not without precedent. Some children who have excellent academic performance and are admitted to prestigious universities cannot find a suitable job after graduation because they only know how to study. They end up living on the streets or have a messy family life. Die alone.
So Yang Xiuli brought Jiang Xiaohe to Shituo Mountain today to ask the wise monk to read sutras for her son and open up his "spiritual wisdom".
It took the mother and son more than an hour to climb more than 2,000 steps. When they reached the top of the mountain, it was already close to nine o'clock. Steaming inside.
The Great Wisdom Temple is not large in scale, but retro techniques were used during the renovation and expansion. The whole temple looks antique. The sound of chanting sutras and wooden fish comes from the temple, accompanied by the curl of cigarettes. People felt refreshed and calm, and even Jiang Xiaohe's dull eyes became a little more lively.
Because it was not the tourist season and the weather was still early, there were not many people offering incense and worshiping Buddha. The mother and son waited for less than half an hour before they met the wise monk in the meditation hall as they wished.
The old monk, with his white eyebrows lowered and a kind face, sat on the futon in the meditation hall, his hands clasped together and his eyes slightly closed. He really looked like an accomplished monk. When Yang Xiuli saw it, she couldn't help but feel a little more confident.
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Pulling across the river, Yang Xiuli saluted the old monk with clasped hands. Yang Xiuli said cautiously: "Master, my child is not good at interacting with others and has a somewhat autistic personality. I would like to ask the master to recite sutras for him. , open up your wisdom, I am willing to pay 10,000 yuan for incense, and please take the trouble.”
Although 10,000 yuan is not too much, it is equivalent to a month’s net profit of the supermarket. Her husband's two months' salary is already a large amount for Yang Xiuli.
The old monk opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Jiang Xiaohe, and the light flashed in his eyes. Then his eyelids drooped, he clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha".
"The donor is interested. This child is destined to be my Buddha. I am willing to recite the Great Wisdom Sutra three times for him. As for the incense and money, the donor can do whatever he wants."
Yang Xiuli showed joy: "Thank you, master. If this child's temperament improves, I am willing to donate more incense money."
The old monk recited Amitabha again, and without any delay, waved his hand to mother and son. The two sat cross-legged on the two futons in front of them, and then recited the Great Wisdom Sutra.
"The wise man is like water, embracing all things; the wise man is like a mountain, strong and majestic..."
"The Great Wisdom Sutra" is only about three thousand words. Under normal circumstances, it can be read It only takes about twenty minutes once.
However, the wise monk used a special way of pronunciation when reciting. The sound was like a bell, which was shocking to the soul. The time was much longer. It took nearly three hours to recite it three times.
Yang Xiuli felt that after listening to it for the third time, her thinking seemed to have become much clearer. When she looked at Jiang Xiaohe again, her eyes that were originally dull became a little clearer, and she couldn't help but be secretly happy.
The old monk looked at Jiang Xiaohe with a look of joy on his face, and his expression became more kind.
After pondering for a moment, the old monk reached out and took out a yellowed scripture from his arms and handed it to Jiang Xiaohe's hand.
"This is a "Great Wisdom Sutra" passed down by the founder of our sect. The young donor can take it back and study it carefully, and then come to the temple to listen to the old man reciting the sutra three times a month. He will definitely recover after half a year. As usual."
Jiang Xiaohe looked happy, holding the scripture in one hand and stroking it gently with the other, as if he was touching his lover's body, and his eyes became clearer.
Yang Xiuli was even more delighted when she saw her son. Just as she was about to thank the old monk, she suddenly saw a whirlwind blowing from the foot of Jiang Xiaohe. In the blink of an eye, it reached his hand and rolled up the scroll of scriptures. , flying out of the meditation hall in a swirl, and then Jiang Xiaohe waved his hands and chased after him.
After being stunned for a while, Yang Xiuli didn’t bother to say hello to the old monk, and chased her son out of the meditation hall. Then she saw an astonishing scene.
A bolt of lightning struck down from the somewhat gray sky, first blowing the scriptures in the air into powder, and then electrifying Jiang Xiaohe into a scorched person.
Yang Xiuli let out a heart-rending cry, and then fainted to the ground. The last impression left to her was her son's exploding hair and his charred hands frozen in the air.
The moment after Yang Xiuli fell to the ground, a wisp of purple smoke rose from Jiang Xiaohe's head, and the scripture powder floating in the air suddenly turned into golden symbols, dancing gracefully. It merged into the wisp of purple smoke, and then disappeared together with the purple smoke.
The old monk who had just walked out of the meditation hall happened to see this scene. His face, which was originally pale with shock, showed a clear look, and murmured to himself: "I see, that's it..."