Outside the temple, there’re fixed numbers of flowers and trees. From the beginning of March to the end of May. The blooming cannot be recovered, and the falling natural silence. The colors have been decorated by carving aren’t only decorated, but also won't escape the principle of the Owner. The sky is watching every feeling and feeling is also touching the lifeblood of the sky.
There was a little monk outside, for some reasons, was far away from the temple door. He crouched quietly and drew something on the ground with his fingers.
A passer-by felt strange and approached him.
“Why you’re here but not in temple this time,and staying for leisure?”
Little monk looked up with a clear and handsome face. His age younger like the leaves in March and April.
“Father has committed a madness and threatened to kill all three of us,I have two senior brothers. We escaped here, they stayed with me all the last night. When it was dawn, they would go back and have a look. If Father is better, and then will come to ask me back.”
Passer-by was full of doubts and dare not say more. After a pause, he asked, “If you need me to call the police?”
The little monk drew something on the dust, his face no longer raised, and he only said lightly: Don't worry, Buddha is with me always.
The passer-by was puzzled and could only turn his heels to go in the opposite direction of the temple.
However, after a while, another monk came from a distance,this was one of his senior brothers,said to the little monk in a hurry, “Run quickly, Father is crazy, he’s going to kill us now,he’s coming soon.” He was running quickly while the saying.
Passer-by also felt that the situation was critical already. He also said: I see. Then, run for your life quickly.
The little monk raised his head again and said, “I won't go, and I don't believe that Father will do this.”
His senior brother said, “If it wasn’t you, we have gone elsewhere. You insisted that we wait until today to inquire. Now I have confirmed with younger brother that Father is really crazy now.”
The little monk said: “There’re no different ways to return to nature. I still remember that Father accidentally found a spider in the back hall. Senior Brother wanted to catch it, but Father was pitiful and ordered him to take the spider outside to release it. It can be seen from this that Father’s nature is not evil. How could he kill us?”
Then his this senior brother was speechless.
Not long ago, another little monk came,this is his another senior brother.Noticed the little monk was standing and lying down, he quickly said: “Why are you still here? Father is coming with a knife.”
The little monk said: “My dear brother, I still remember that last year, when Father inspected the monk's room at night, he saw that your quilt had fallen on the ground. I occasionally saw that he helped you cover it again. In this way, he won’t do us any harm I believe.”
His two senior brothers had no choice, and passer-by could only stare at them dumbfounded, without saying a word.
While a moment, the little monk stood up finally.
He looked directly at his two brothers and said, “Brothers, I won't go. I remember that I got sick three years ago, and Father took care of me every day,and no shortage of soup and medicines. So I won’t believe that he can do any sorry things to us.”
His youngest senior brother was really anxious, “Father used to be like that, but now he’s crazy. You can't deny his illness now because of his former goodness.”
The little monk didn’t say anything again and his feet didn’t move a part too.
After a while, don't know who said this, “let's leave him alone here and run first.”
The two young monks gave a thinking themselves for a moment and left first. There were only the passer-by and this little monk stayed there.
The whistleblowers have gone, and passer-by didn’t know whether to go.
Finally, an old monk appeared soon with a knife in his hand and blood on his cover.
The passer-by was frightened and hid behind a stone. But the little monk was calm enough, and very indifferent to the visitor.
The voice of “Father…” was clearly incomplete, and old monk cut the little monk’s bald head with a knife very fluently.
Passer-by visited all above this, and he was too frightened to say anything. He was trying his best to keep silent behind the stone,and looked like the Skanda in the hall.
A gust of wind has blown. Let's just call it “Storm”!
The wind blowing storm swept all the branches and leaves. Knife, a drop of blood dropped on the earth.
The storm turned into a longer Red. It's hard to tell whether this Red is fishy or fragrant.
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