Half withered and half brilliant.

If you want to know the smallest thing thoroughly, don't jump to conclusions. You'd better know its cause and effect first. So is Buddhism. Just knowing that all beings are equal means understanding, which is obviously too superficial.

I appreciate Buddhism, look up at the willow branches in the pure bottle of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and sprinkle a few drops of nectar on the earth to save the people from fire and water. To put it more mysteriously, my fate with Buddhism stems from a tree.

I also have a playful Guang Chen, who is curious about everything and wants to try everything. I believe that many things are not necessarily accurate just by hearing them, but only by doing them in person, no matter whether the result is good or bad. At that time, I fell in love with the steam rifle. In order to calibrate the sight, I drew a target on a wild elm tree in the yard and practiced marksmanship with a gun. Years later, the lead bullet left a scar on the tree.

I didn't play with guns for many years, but I accidentally found that scar turned nearly 90 degrees in the tree. I repeatedly recalled the shooting angle and clearly confirmed the miraculous turning point of the scar.

I can only think that trees are living souls, even the thinking function of the nervous system. In order to avoid being hurt again, it mobilized all the functions of the body and turned around.

My ignorant behavior unexpectedly convinced me that trees, like animals, are thoughtful, and mistakes are not necessarily bad things. It silently changed my original view, fell in love with plants, and spent more than 2,000 yuan on gardening classes at my own expense.

Unfortunately, I forgot the professor's last name.

Almost all the members of the class are funded by greening or property management companies, and they only care about the exam questions. Only I showed strong interest and often asked questions from the professor, so I got the teacher's preference. For this reason, when master Hui Yun of Joy invited the professor to see the tree, he only took me.

It was a strange magnolia tree, almost inserted sideways in the heart of the lotus pond in the temple. Huiyun said that this magnolia tree is 100 years old. Thirty or forty years ago, this tree was half decayed. More than ten years ago, this tree was only half broken from above, and new branches grew on the dead branches. Now there is only one inch of bark left in the trunk (pictured), dying. Can you ask the professor what can be done to fix it?

This is really a magical tree. After listening to Buddhism in the temple, I realized the true meaning of half-dry and half-glory.

The professor pondered for a long time and said: I did save many dying old trees with my unique medicine, but this one is really uncertain, but I think it is still worth a try. ...

Hui Yun was delighted to hear the professor say this, and announced the Buddha's name, saying that if the benefactor is willing to make a move, his merits will be boundless and he can only follow the fate. If it is convenient, can you get him out as soon as possible?

The professor frowned: However, my medicine is a panacea for trees, but extremely toxic to living things. The tree is above the pond. If it rains after application, the medicine will fall into the pond with the water, and the fish and shrimp in this pond ... may die in large numbers.

Master Huiyun put his hands together and read a sentence: There is no Amitabha in the south. He was silent for a long time and sighed: Although this tree is a treasure in the temple, it would be a great sin to hurt the life of this fish in order to save it. Leave it to fate!

In the pool, a large group of fish accustomed to Buddhism made a little commotion and opened their mouths on the water. I suddenly saw a black face among them, which flashed by.

I don't know why, I think of the wild elm tree in the yard decades ago and how it turned its injured tree upside down. From then on, I firmly believe that plants are also thoughtful.

A few days later, in the favor of the professor, I "tricked" him into his unique tree medicine, looked up at the sunny weather recently, went to the temple again, delayed waiting until no one was there at night, carefully coated the magnolia tree with medicine, and then left the temple like a ghost.

On the first night of late autumn, a thousand years have passed, and the ancient temple of Qi Liang, hidden in the dark and dense forest, leads to countless stone roads, which are still the same as before, but the night is invading and it is quiet at once.

The gate of Xingfu Temple was closed early, and the world inside the gate was expressed with an attitude. I finally don't know, that lotus, above the broken stone fence, next to the solemn courtyard wall, next to the dark mountain spring, under the shade of the lush old trees, flashed golden light and flashed into my joy.

In the street at the entrance of the temple, I saw a monk in front, with steady steps and sharp back, walking peacefully on the stone steps by the side of the road with a string of long beads in his hand. The road ahead was a luxurious road paved with gold.

The dim light reflected the gold of a quiet mountain road. A young monk, his clothes fluttering, ran in the direction of the temple and disappeared.

When it gets cloudy, I feel uneasy, but strangely, it hasn't rained for more than ten days in a row.

Many years have passed, and it hasn't rained for a long time in autumn and winter. I went to Joy again and deliberately turned into a secluded side door. The 100-year-old Yulan is still there, standing on the pond without death.

Suddenly, I saw koi fish's face in the pool again, and it existed like a devil.

Buddhism is boundless.

I remember Vivian's hesitation that day, but I didn't agree with him at that time. Buddhism says that all beings are equal. I always thought that the life of plants is as precious as the life of animals. If I express my opinion, I don't know what Vivian will choose. However, due to my humble status, I remained silent, and then chose the windy night, stubbornly doing something against Buddhism. Who is right and who is wrong? Only God knows.

Fish are downstream, people walk on the shore, fish die in water, and people die in water. The same water, placed in front of different creatures, has different results.

Some things need to know the cause and effect, or you can't know until you have tried it yourself. Whether the result is good or bad doesn't matter. Many times, I will take the trouble to explain the most trivial things.

For example, Buddhism, such as Taoism, extends the legal person law of heaven and law.

The tree is still there, and the fish in the pond are still there. All I know is that they will all die eventually. When will they leave? Did I know by accident? That's a natural thing. In Buddhism, this is called karma.

Sometimes I think that if the willow in Guanyin Bodhisattva's pure bottle is planted in the ground, it will breathe freely and laugh freely, and most of them will grow into towering trees.

But still in a clean bottle, it was robbed for hundreds of years, thousands of generations and tens of thousands (Buddhist time unit. ), neither increase nor decrease, neither born nor dead, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.