When Xing Shi was young, you followed your mother-in-law to worship the Buddha. The Buddha statue in Baolian Temple was high, and your mother-in-law knelt on the pudgy tree devoutly and made a wish. You wondered how people could entrust their wishes to the misty things in Han Xing. You always said bluntly, "I have never seen the Buddha, so why should I place my wishes on it? I don't believe in it." After hearing this, your mother-in-law did not look back at you.
The faint voice carried this helpless smile, "A Sui is still young."
., "What the little donor said is absolutely true." The plain voice came to you later, and you turned around and saw - a man dressed in plain clothes, twisting Buddhist beads in his hands, with picturesque eyebrows.
The young monk who looked like a son of God walked from under the oleander tree, and the bright flowers in the secular world brushed beside him. With his eyes lowered, you thought of the four words "compassion for heaven and mercy" for no reason.
Intention: Study hard