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Master Zongyue

When I was young, I was very weak due to poverty in my family. I didn't enter school until I was nine years old. Because my family was poor and weak, my mother sometimes wanted to teach me to go to school, but she was afraid that I would be bullied by men, and she couldn't pay the tuition, so I didn't do it until I was nine years old.

Learn a word. Maybe, I will never get the chance to study in my life. Although my mother knew the importance of studying, the tuition fees, which cost three or four dollars a month, really put her in a difficult position. Mother is the most face-loving person. She was hesitant

and time did not wait for anyone. Time came and went, and I might have grown to be more than ten years old. A poor and illiterate child of more than ten years old would naturally start a small business - make a small basket and sell some peanuts, boiled peas, or cherry blossoms

Peach or something. Otherwise, go to apprenticeship. My mother loves me very much, but if I could become an apprentice, or sell cherries along the street in a basket and earn hundreds of dollars a day, she might not firmly object. Poverty is more powerful than love.

One day Uncle Liu came by chance. I say "accidentally" because he doesn't visit us very often. He is an extremely rich man. Although he has no distinction between rich and poor in his heart, his wealth makes him restless all day long and has almost no time to visit his poor friends. As soon as he entered the door, he saw me. "How old is the child? Has he gone to school?" he asked my mother.

His voice is so loud, (after drinking, he often prides himself on learning to call Yu Zhenting's "Leopard"), his clothes are so gorgeous, and his eyes are so Liang, his face and hands were so white, tender and fat, which made me feel that I might have committed some crime. Our hut, with its broken tables and stools and earthen kang, could hardly help but vibrate at the sound of his voice. After my mother finished answering, Uncle Liu immediately decided: "I will come tomorrow morning and take him to school. You don't have to worry about money or books, big sister!" My heart is beating so high, who knows what going to school is like!

The next day, like a dishonorable puppy, I followed this rich man to school. The school is a reformed private school, located in a Taoist temple more than half a mile away from my home. The temple is not very big, but it is full of various smells: as soon as you enter the mountain gate, there is a smell of smoke, followed closely by the smell of saccharin (there is a workshop that makes sugar balls and candies).

There is the toilet smell and other stinky smells. The school is in the main hall, and the huts on both sides of the main hall are occupied by Taoist priests and their families. It was dark and cold in the hall. The statues of the gods are covered with yellow cloth, and the memorial tablet of Saint Kong is placed on the altar table. The students

all sat facing west, there were about thirty people in one group. There is a blackboard on the west wall - this is a "reformed" private school. The teacher

My surname is Li, a very rigid and caring middle-aged man. Uncle Liu and Teacher Li "yelled" for a while, and then taught me

to worship saints and teachers. The teacher gave me a copy of "Earth Rhymes" and a "Three Character Classic". So I became

a student.

Since becoming a student, I often go to Uncle Liu’s home. His house has two large courtyards, and dozens of houses in the courtyard have verandahs. Behind the yard, there is a rather large garden. To the left and right of the house are his houses. If those houses were lined up, they could occupy half of the street. In addition, he has several shops.

Whenever I go, he will invite me to eat or give me some snacks that I have never seen before. He will never treat me as a poor child and ignore me. He is a rich man, but he is not proud of his wealth.

When I transferred from private school to public school, Uncle Liu came to help me again. By this time, half of his fortune had been sold. He is a rich man, he only knows how to spend money, but not how to calculate. People eat him, and he is willing to teach them to eat; people lie to him, and he laughs at it. Part of his property was sold, and part of it was swindled.

He didn't care; his laughter was still loud.

By the time I graduated from middle school, he was already penniless and had no property left except the garden.

However, at this time, if he is willing to use his mind to adjust his property, he can still find a way to teach himself to have enough food and clothing, because a lot of his property has been defrauded by others. However, he refused to hire a lawyer. Poverty and

wealth were exactly the same in his mind. If he stopped spending money casually at this time, he could at least keep it

The garden, and the property outside the city. However, he is kind. Even though his own children suffered from hunger and cold, and even though he himself suffered a lot, he still set up schools for poor children, porridge factories, and other charitable undertakings. He forgot himself. It was at this time

that I had the closest relationship with him. He ran a school for poor children and I became a volunteer teacher. He donated grain and rice, and I went to help investigate and distribute it. In my heart, I know very well: releasing grain and money only prolongs the suffering of the poor, but is not enough to prevent death. However, seeing how enthusiastic and sincere Uncle Liu was, I didn't bother to argue with him. I had no choice but to contribute. Even if I argued with him, I wouldn't win. Favors can often win. Defeat reason

Zhi. Before I went abroad, Uncle Liu's son died. Then, his garden also took action. He entered the temple

as a monk, and his wife and young lady entered the nunnery as nuns. Judging from his character, it seemed that he was destined to retreat from the world and learn Zen.

But judging from his living habits, everyone always thinks that he can only recite sutras and give alms to the monks, and

will never take the ordination or become a monk. He actually became a monk. In the past, he ate delicacies from the mountains and seas, wore silks and satins, and he also engaged in whoring and gambling.

Now, he has one meal a day and wears a summer sermon robe in the autumn. After such hard training, his face was still red and his laughter was still loud. I dare not say how deeply he understands Buddhism. But I really know that he is a good monk.

If he knows something, he will do it, and if he can do something, he will do it. His knowledge may not be high, but what he knows can be put into practice.

After becoming a monk, he soon became the abbot of a large temple. But it didn't take long before he was driven out. He wants to be a true monk, so he will not sell the temple property to help the poor. There is no need for such an abbot in the temple. Generally speaking, the abbot's responsibility is to expand the temple property, not to rescue people in need. After leaving the big temple, he went to work as the abbot of a temple without any property. Since he himself had no money, he had to find food for the monks every day. At the same time, he also organized a porridge factory and other charitable undertakings. He is poor, he is busy, and he only eats a simple vegetarian meal every day, but his laughter is still so loud. There was no Buddhist service in his temple, and when someone came to invite him, he led the monks to recite Buddhist scriptures for them without any reward. He was not in the temple all day, but he did not forget to practice; he kept the precepts more and more strictly, and gained a deep understanding of the meaning of the scriptures.

During the day, he raised money for various things and worked in the small room at night. No one who sees this poor monk would have thought that he was once a rich man who grew up in gold.

Last year, one day he was chanting sutras to a monk who had passed away. He suddenly closed his eyes and passed away. After the burial, many relics were found on his body.

Without him, I might never have entered school in my life. Without him, I might never be able to remember the joy and meaning of helping others.

Did he really become a Buddha? I don't know, but I do believe that his intentions, words and deeds are similar to those of the Buddha. I have benefited from him both spiritually and materially. Now I really hope that he will become a Buddha, and I hope that he will lead me to good deeds with a Buddha heart, just like thirty-five years ago, He dragged me into a private school

Like that!

He is Master Zongyue.

Withdraw money

I tell you, second brother, the Chinese are great. Let’s take banks as an example. Second brother, the smallest bank in China is better than the foreign ones. I won’t offend you. You see, second brother, I took a long nap in the bank yesterday. I'm telling you this, second brother, you can't do it in a foreign bank.

When I went abroad that year, didn’t you say that I followed the foreign devils? Second brother, you are so foresight. Let's talk about silver. I have seen with my own eyes that foreign devils will not be able to catch up with the Chinese even if they study for a hundred years. Foreign devils are not decent enough. For example,

Let's put it this way, second brother, I took a check for ten pounds to cash the money in a foreign country. As soon as you enter the door of the bank, you will see the counter.

There are no bright brass railings on the counter, nor are there any large or small bronze medals. Second brother, look, what is the difference between this and Youyan Store?

Not pie enough. Let’s talk about people, there were several people standing at the counter, all combing their hair and washing their faces, with smiles on their faces; how mean! It doesn't matter if you hand the check to any of them, and everyone will ask you good morning or good afternoon first; it's so embarrassing

! He took the check and looked at it, then asked: "How do you get it? Sir!" Still smiling. Which way to buy and sell people? ! It's not enough to call you "sir", you have to smile too, what a foreign devil! I just said it, second brother: "Four one-pound tracts, one five-pound one, and one pound zero. It stands to reason that the zero should be paid in both notes and money. Second brother, ten Pounds of money

Don’t you hate this nonsense? If, second brother, you were a bank clerk, guess what, second brother, foreigner

The Japanese laughed. Even more despicable, as if such trouble should be deserved, drink, immediately pulled out the book from under the counter, and started writing; after writing, he stretched out his hand again, money is money, and tickets are tickets, I counted them all in the blink of an eye

; followed immediately by: "Please order a little, sir!" "Another big "sir", cheap and doesn't know the rules of buying and selling! After counting the money, I was stunned, as if I had forgotten something. By the way, I didn't forget anything.

It’s strange that the foreign devil officer—not to mention it’s a big bank—why is he so fast?

Damn it!

Second brother , it’s a bank in China, how cool! Didn’t I say I went to withdraw money yesterday? I went there at eight o’clock because it’s hot now and the bank opens at eight o’clock. Come on, let's save the working people in the middle of the day; we

have to keep an eye on everything, there are people who can and cannot be taken care of, right? When we get to the bank, people are really happy

After I opened the door, I said to myself, Second Brother: On a hot day, it’s really not easy to open the door whenever you say.

In fact, not everyone can stay open all day. Can't you control it? I admired it and walked in to drink.

The big fan was blowing, and everyone was sitting still, smoking cigarettes, and ringing the bell for tea. ,

It’s so good, just like a group of emperors, so arrogant. When I saw it, I felt embarrassed to go there. It’s a hot day.

Please rest more. , which is a bit unscrupulous. But I went there, second brother, because I was afraid that people would kick me out. They thought I was fine, why didn’t they kick me out? This is a bank, not a teahouse. , you can come in and out as you like. I walked over and put the check on the counter very slowly. Of course, someone looked at me. I'm very happy; it's not easy to look at me on a hot day. Second brother, I was ready as soon as I passed by: first stand on my own with my left leg, so that I can change it when I'm tired. Legs. I stood on my left leg for ten minutes. I was very happy that my legs were really strong. I had to change my legs after holding it for twelve minutes, so I did the right leg independent exercise. Not

weak, I was even more happy. Hui, let’s just have a monkey bite a peach, so I stood with my head down along the counter for a few minutes.

When I turned over, no one moved, so I turned over a dozen more somersaults and did some tornado kicks. I just stood firm, come here

One person said in my heart: I haven't practiced two sets of boxing yet: so fast? The gentleman dared to come over and spit, so I made up for it with two sets of punches. After the boxing practice, I was sweating a little, which was very satisfying. I stood there for a while, panting and admiring everyone's style - so stable! I really want to applaud them. At 8:40, a man came over. His face felt like rain, and his eyebrows were full of black clouds. He looked at me and said, "I'm very sad. It's a hot day. I'm here to cause trouble to others." . He looked at the check

and then at me, as if he concluded that the check and I were not like brothers. I really want to sign

on my forehead. He took the check away without hesitation and threw me a small bronze medal. I said straight away: "No, no! If today is not suitable, I will come back tomorrow; tomorrow will be the beginning of autumn." I was really afraid of pissing him off, it was such a hot day. He still ignored me

He was so classy that I was in awe!

Holding the bronze medal, I sat on the chair and looked over where the money was. The gentleman who put the money - a middle-aged man who looked like Qu

Yuan - just rang the bell and asked for chicken noodles. I thought about it: When the workers reached the kitchen, the cook had to go out to buy the chicken. By coincidence, the chicken might not have grown into a full size yet. Even if the chicken was purchased smoothly, the noodles might not be ground yet. , this bowl of shredded chicken noodles has to wait three days and three nights. Of course, the gentleman who put the money would never put the money before eating noodles; how can you do anything without food on a hot day? I feel so sorry, second brother! As soon as I felt regretful, I felt a little sleepy and fell asleep leaning against the chair. Slept well, no mosquitoes or bedbugs, it was in a bank after all! I slept for more than fifty minutes as soon as I closed my eyes; my body, second brother, is pretty good! Eat well and sleep well! I secretly looked over to the gentleman who put the money in, and saw (I'm too embarrassed to look at him, it's wrong to rush people on a hot day!) The shredded chicken noodles haven't come yet. I'm very worried for him.

I'm so hungry and it's so uncomfortable to sit there. He is really cool, he is so hungry but he still remains calm, I can't help but admire him

Second brother.

It’s about ten o’clock, the shredded chicken noodles are here! "Probably", because I refused to look at the clock on the wall - it was a hot day, and it was not very friendly to express my intention to urge others. Besides, I only waited for two o'clock, so it didn't matter. I

secretly watched people eating noodles. He doesn't eat slowly. I feel sorry for people. It's inhumane to force someone to choke to death just to cash my check! Second brother, we are all kind-hearted people. After he finished eating the noodles, he rang the bell for a handkerchief, then lit the fire paper and opened a small hookah. I was relieved that he wouldn't choke to death. He smoked hookah for more than half an hour.

At this time, second brother. By the time there were six or seven people withdrawing money, we looked at each other with a sorry look in our eyes. If I open a bank, second brother, I will shoot the two people who withdraw money on the day the market opens to avoid trouble in the future. It’s a hot day

What kind of money do you want to withdraw? I don’t know what’s good or bad!

At half past ten, the gentleman who put the money stood up and stretched his waist. Then he held a small hookah and chatted quietly with his colleagues

. I feel sorry for him. Second brother, on a hot day, we still have to chat in the shop at 10:30. How unfree! With his style, he should at least go to Qingdao to escape the summer heat for two months; while he is still in the industry, he still has to chat, huh!

At eleven o'clock, he came back, put down his hookah, and went out; probably to go out. Came back at half past eleven.

It’s a hot day, Brother, it’s not easy for someone to pay half an hour of respect! Besides, at half past eleven, he actually picked up a pen to write accounts and read checks. I went over to advise him not to be anxious. On a hot day, a few people withdrawing money got sick and couldn't get along. At T+ point, I decided to go home and come back tomorrow.

Just as I was about to leave, the gentleman who put the money in shouted: "No. 1!"

I really didn't want to go there, this man disappointed me! I just waited until four o'clock to put the money in, but Pai'er didn't come home! However, he did not disappoint me in the end. As soon as I walked over, he didn't say anything. He just pointed at the back of the check. It turned out that I forgot to sign on the back. Before I could take out the fountain pen, he said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow." ."This is what I hope for!" Ben

Come here, they close at 1 o'clock; I'll sign in and wait for four o'clock, isn't it four o'clock in the afternoon? It's a hot day

Second brother , can people not close the door at that time? I put away the check and wanted to say a few very appropriate polite words, but

he called "No. 2"; I couldn't waste his time any longer, so I decided to go home and write a proper letter of apology. ! Second brother,

You have to open your eyes, you are so cool!