At sunrise, in front of the gate of Songshan Shaolin Temple, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy took hold of the sweeping monk's shirt, saying that he had something to see with the abbot Huiming.
The name of the sweeping monk was Fang Sheng. He was a stocky middle-aged monk with a plump face and thick lips. He looked like a bodhisattva. He glanced down at the boy, frowned, and said impatiently: "The abbot has something to do, and he has no time to see the child. Go and play elsewhere." While brushing away the boy's hand with his hand, he turned to the temple. Go.
The boy overtook another step and stepped forward to stand in front of Fang Sheng, and said in an imploring tone: "You can do it well, please inform me. I will thank you later..." He said, looking up at Fang Sheng. , The look of expectation appeared in his eyes.
Fang Sheng took a step to the right, and left the boy aside and continued to walk into the temple. He stopped looking at the boy and said in a disdainful tone: "The abbot is busy, no time. If you want to see him, just wait here. , Wait until he is free to talk... "While speaking, he left without looking back.
The boy didn't catch up again this time, but he snorted heavily and said towards Fang Sheng's back: "Smelly monk, can't I get in if the abbot is not free?..."
In the abbot’s room, Master Huiming, who was 80 years old, was meditating with a Buddhist bead. Suddenly, a disciple reported outside: "Master, Fang Kong just reported that the flames of the fire room accidentally burned the water when they boiled water. Ignited."
Abbot Huiming chanted the sound of Buddha and asked: "How is the fire?"
The disciple outside said: "The fire is so strong that it has spread to the front of the West Buddhist House. The senior brother asked me to report, and he took someone to fight the fire."
The disciple Faming Fangwei who came to report to him was the fourth disciple of Abbot Huiming. There were three seniors in front of him. The one who went to fight the fire just now was the senior brother Fang Qing. As soon as he finished the report, Huiming had walked out of the abbot’s room and looked up at the direction of the fire room. He saw thick smoke billowing, and the fire had burst out of the house. Knowing that the fire was not small, he said, “Fang Wei, let’s see. Look!" Then rushed to the fire room one after another.
When passing by the hall, the noise of fire fighting came from far away. There were monks shouting, pots and bowls hitting the ground, ladle pouring water, and the beeping and beeping when the fire was burning. group. Huiming saw that Fang Qing was constantly urging everyone to water and put out the fire. The water in the tank was about to play, so he said: "Fang Qing, fighting fire is like rescuing soldiers, and you must also pay attention to strategy. You and the juniors of the Bodhidharma Academy cut off the fire. , Don’t let the fire spread.” Then the other party said, “Let the Discipline Academy continue to fight the fire, and the other disciples will go down the mountain to fetch water for the purpose of extinguishing the fire.”
Just after Huiming gave his instructions, a voice not far behind suddenly said, "I'm afraid this won't work."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone could not help but change in amazement. You must know that the abbot is the honor of a temple, and the words spoken are extremely majestic. All the disciples must obey. Punishment by the Disciplinary Institute. Since Master Huiming took charge of Shaolin, he has clearly distinguished rewards and punishments and handled things reasonably. All his disciples respected him. In addition, he was the only monk of the previous generation in the temple. All the disciples have always followed strictly, and never dared to say anything more. Suddenly, when someone dared to point out that the abbot was wrong, he was shocked and his discoloration changed. When I looked back, I saw a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was yellowish, his figure was thin, he seemed to be seriously ill, and he was wearing a blue blouse. He was not a disciple of the temple.
Since Huiming assumed the post of abbot 30 years ago, all his disciples have obeyed his words and dared not disobey him. But because of this, he often felt that something was missing in his heart, which made him often feel uneasy. Suddenly listening to the child's words, there was an unprecedented peace in his heart, just as the body's illness was healed and the soul's deficiencies were made up for. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the child and asked, "Then you talk about it, why can't you? If you are right, I can satisfy your request."
Hearing Huiming's words, the boy's eyes suddenly glowed with brilliance, and he said loudly, "Is it true? You are the abbot of Shaolin, a master of a generation. You can't speak but count..." The expression on his face was excited again and again. Nervous, a pair of dark eyes stared at Abbot Huiming motionlessly, waiting for his answer.
Huiming smiled slightly, and said, "Buddha does not slander, of course speaking counts."
The boy said: "Okay, then I'll tell you. You have only three groups of people, but you forgot to ask your disciples to guard the temple to prevent outsiders from attacking. You see, I came in by chaos."
"Also, if you carry water to fight a fire, if you let people with strong arms and long legs do it, it will take half an hour to pick up the water at the earliest, but at that time the fire would have already burned to the hall, so distant water can't save it. Near the fire."
"So I think we should divide the troops into four groups and keep some of them to protect the monastery. As for fire fighting, when the fire road is cut off, soil is dug to cover the fire, and the fire is naturally extinguished."
After Huiming listened, he smiled, and immediately told his disciples: "Just do what he said. Fang Jing, you take people to guard the monastery everywhere, and all the others except the Bodhidharma and the Discipline Institute go to the backyard to dig soil. , Cut off the fire, and put out the fire as soon as possible." All the disciples agreed, and then went to handle them separately.
At this time Huiming turned around, looked at the boy and asked, "My child, what is your name?"
The boy suddenly knelt down and said, "I'm Xinyuan, and ask the abbot to accept me as a Shaolin disciple." He knocked his head three times as he said, and quietly waited for an answer. It turns out that this boy is Xinyuan. He came here all the way from Xizimiao to learn martial arts.
Huiming helped him up and said, "Is this what you want?" He was thinking, "Although this kid is slightly thinner, he can see that he has strong muscles and bones. It is a good material for my Shaolin martial arts. What's more, he has such a talent and brilliant intelligence. If he can really invest in my Shaolin school, within ten years, no one will be able to compete in the rising of the world. If this is the case, my Shaolin school is expected to flourish. "I can't help but think of this. Secretly happy in my heart. Just listen to Xinyuan said: "This is exactly what I asked for, I beg the abbot to agree to me!"
Huiming said: "You can accept it, but you have to abide by the temple's rules. Can you do it?"
Xinyuan moved in his heart, and couldn’t help but remember that on the way south with Master Shenmu six months ago, Shenmu asked him to recite the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra". Therefore, Shenmu said that he was too irritable and restless, and he was not suitable for chanting and learning Buddhism. If he entered the Shaolin Temple and did not abide by the temple's clear rules and precepts, he would definitely be expelled. I remember that he still quibbleed at the time: "I have been with Master Ding in my life. Why do you want to enter the Shaolin Temple? Isn't Master your martial arts very high? Isn't the monk in Shaolin Temple much better than you? I don't believe..." He With that said, Shenmu smiled and tapped a finger on his head, and said, "Although your master, my martial arts are not low, they are always inferior to the Shaolin Temple's Yijinjing. The world is so big that there are no surprises. Although Buddhism martial arts are profound and profound. Among the rivers and lakes are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Only Wudang's Taiji Gong can go hand in hand with Shaolin Temple's Yi Jin Jing, not to mention the hidden strangers and strangers. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can go to Shaolin Temple. Well, what I teach you is all Buddhism martial arts. It originally came from Shaolin. Since you are born at the same root, it is not difficult to learn..." Thinking of this, Master’s love and love filled his chest, and his heart was excited, and his eyes became involuntary. Wet, knowing that Master can no longer force myself to recite the scriptures.
Seeing his strange expression and not knowing the reason, Huiming asked, "What? What's the problem with you?"
Xin Yuan said, "No, the disciple has no trouble. I beg the abbot to accept me as a Shaolin disciple!" He said and worshiped a few times.
Huiming's heart widened and said, "Okay, I will accept you as a disciple."
He was far-reaching and overjoyed, knocked three heads, jumped up and said, "Thank you, Master."
An hour later, the fire in Shaolin Temple was extinguished. It was just that the fire room was burned, and there was no place for cooking in the temple for the time being, so a simple stove was temporarily built with tiles on the ground next to the fire room. The next day, the abbot put down the incense case as Xinyuan's ordination, and accepted Xinyuan as a closed disciple.