Chapter 95 The ninety-fourth little mud

When Jie Chen first came to Tianming Temple, he was troubled for a long time. At that time, refraining from anger suddenly entered a strange environment. Even if I never thought about it, the life that should not belong to refraining from anger instantly belonged to refraining from anger, and I will be accompanied by refraining from anger for the rest of my life. The masters are very friendly, and the younger brother Jie Ao of the same age has a lively personality, but he is not stubborn. Jie Chen didn't know the purpose of coming here, he only knew that when the master told him to read the scriptures, he would chant the scriptures, and when the master told him to sweep the floor, he would sweep the floor.

Avoid anger and don't know what dissatisfaction you have, maybe you really don't have any dissatisfaction, and you shouldn't have any dissatisfaction. At that time, there were fewer pilgrims in the temple than there are now. When he had nothing to do, Jie An moved a small stool and leaned against the old temple gate, staring blankly at the mountains and watching the fallen leaves fall from the branches one by one. Jiechen would think, maybe life will be so dazed and lonely, growing carelessly like those leaves, but the ending is destined to fall at your feet.There are many variables in life, but all of them do not seem to belong to Jie Chen. Jie Chen has seen the end of his life. From the day he was shaved, Jie Chen knew his destiny, that is, in an unknown hill. Be a monk for a lifetime in a small monastery.

There is a kind of life that is like the hour hand on an alarm clock, everyone will know where the hour hand will fall in the next second, the next second, Jie Chen feels that his life is like this. At that time, when Jie An was in a daze, Master Zhiheng would always find something to do for Jie An, sometimes he asked Jie An to go to the kitchen to help him, and sometimes he asked Jie An to boil some tea for the benefactor who offered incense. Master Zhiheng is a bit fat, but he is very dexterous. He can make delicious vegetarian meals, and he can also make straw toys from the branches and leaves picked at random to give up anger and arrogance.

When Jie Chen was thinking about his thoughts, Master Zhiheng would laugh at Jie Chen. He said that Jie Chen's appearance was very similar to his youthful appearance. He thought that if he was very thin, he would be qualified to just stare blankly and not exercise. When he finally became a big fat man , It's too late to regret. Also sometimes, Master Zhiheng would move a stool and sit next to Jie Chen, chatting with Jie Chen casually.It's just that it's inconvenient for other people in the temple to come in and out, because the mountain gate is small and the master is very fat.

Jie Chen once asked Master Zhiheng the question, why in Maoshan Mountain, there are gorgeous flowers, compassionate grass, and countless birds and beasts, but the most is the whole mountain of soil?Are most people born like dirt, destined to be mediocre and ordinary? The question of refraining from anger seems to have stumped Master Zhiheng, at least Master Zhiheng did not speak for a long time after listening, and then walked away while Jiean was in a daze. Resisting anger knows, it's not that Master Zhiheng doesn't know the answer.For those answers that are destined to be imperfect, why do we have to force them?

One day, Master Zhiheng brought two gifts to Jie Chen and Jie Ao. The one for Jie Chen was a beautiful ceramic pig, and the one for Jie Ao was a cloth monkey with its teeth and claws. Jie Chen held the piggy in his hand to watch, the piggy was exquisitely made, completely unlike the crafts of small towns. Seeing the cheerful Jiechen and Jieao, Master Zhiheng suddenly said, Jiechen, do you know what this little pig is made of? Jie Chen looked blankly at Master Zhiheng. Master Zhiheng said it was made of mud. Some smiles bloom just because they know. What is least appreciated beneath our feet?Of course it is mud, they hide in a certain forest, silently copying yesterday's life to tomorrow, no one will care about them, a little more, a little less, a little bit, nothing, it's all the same.

They are most mundane and useless at best. It’s just that we should know that if you make a piece of mud with your heart, you can also make a wonderful piece of mud. isn't it?