Chapter 13 The little benefactor of the twelfth spring outing

The scenery of Maoshan is good, so every spring there will be crowds of people for spring outings, including adults and children. Once, Jie An accompanied Master Zhi Yuan to go shopping in the town, and then returned to the monastery.Halfway through the journey, Master Zhi Yuan suddenly stopped and said, "Jie Chen, did you hear the sound of crying?" Jie Chen was taken aback, stopped to listen carefully, but only heard the chirping of birds and the sound of waterfalls, but no crying. Just as he was about to reply to Master Zhiyuan, he suddenly heard a few low cries mixed with the wind.

Master Zhiyuan said, "Go and have a look." I rushed to follow the direction of the sound with Master, and the crying sound became more and more clear.Turning around a few big trees, we finally saw a small figure among the trees. It was a child sitting under the big tree. The clothes looked familiar. It should be the school uniform of the elementary school in the town. Master Zhiyuan said: "Jie Chen, go and see if the child is lost? If he is lost, send him down the mountain." Jie Chen walked a few steps quickly, and looked closer, but the child didn't look like he was lost.Because Maoshan is not big, the roads in the town are familiar to the children, so Jie Chen worried whether the child could not go down the mountain because of injury.

Jie Chen walked around behind the child again, only to see that the child behaved very strangely.Holding a small wooden stick in his hand, he knocked down on a rock in front of him, chanting and repeating, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you." Jie Chen had no choice but to get close to the child, the child also found Jie Chen at this time, and turned his head to look.I saw that the tears on the child's face were still wet, and there were still two lines of snot hanging under the nose. Seeing Jie Chen approaching, he burst out laughing suddenly, and said: "bald head." Then he turned his head away, saw the rock and sobbed again, and continued to beat the rock with the wooden stick.

The child's mood changed so quickly that Jie Chen was confused.Master Zhiyuan also rushed over, squatting next to the child with Jie Chen. Jie Chen wanted to ask the child what happened, so he cleared his throat and asked, "Little benefactor..." The child raised his head sharply and said angrily, "You're such a dead pig!" Jie Chen had no choice but to change his name, calling him "little classmate", coaxing him while asking, and even giving him the snacks he bought for Jie Chi and Jie Chen, and finally found out something. It turned out that the child went up to the mountain to play with some classmates, and there was an awkward situation on the way. As a result, the children broke up on the mountain road, leaving him angry alone in the mountain.

Master Zhiyuan suddenly smiled, pointed to the rock in front of the child and said, "Student, do you think this rock is your classmates?" The child said, "Yes." As he spoke, he continued to knock on the rock with a wooden stick. Master Zhiyuan asked again: "Is this way to relieve the anger?" The child did not answer, but was busy tapping. Master Zhiyuan said to the child, "Let me teach you a better way to relieve qi." The child looked at Master Zhiyuan with some doubts. Master Zhiyuan said to the child: "You can stand far away and hit this rock with mud. If you hit it, you will be relieved. The more you hit, the better."

Jie Chen was so surprised that he couldn't speak, because what Master Zhiyuan said today was so different from what he usually said when teaching everyone. Although the child was puzzled, he did it anyway.He stood a little farther away, picked up the mud and threw it on the stone, yelling excitedly every time he hit it. Master Zhi Yuan just sat beside him and waited for a while, seeing that the child was also tired, he suddenly asked the child: "How is it, do you still feel angry?" The child smiled and said, "I'm not too angry." Master Zhiyuan said to the child, "Stretch out your hand."

The child held out his hand.Master Zhiyuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his little dirty hands lightly, and said, "Although you were really happy to hit the stone just now, your hands are also dirty." That child went down the mountain happily that day, Jie An didn’t know if the child was happy because he hit a stone, but Jie An thought, maybe one day, this child will remember that an old monk once said something to him. The remarks. When we throw dirt at others, our hands get dirty too.