Stick monk Xing Yi

Xing Yi was a young monk. His father was a famous wealthy man down the mountain, but one day, he was robbed by bandits from the White Wolf Mountain. Hsing-Yi's father and mother were killed by the White Wolf Mountain bandits, leaving Hsing-Yi alone, crying on top of his parents.

At that time, Xing Yi was three years old, a small child.

When Master Zhishen came down from the mountain, he saw the child, recited Amitabha Buddha, and carried him up the mountain. From then on, the child followed Master Zhishen and shaved his head, and was called Xing Yi.

Hsing-I grew up, recited the sutra, and often wandered off. Xing Yi remembered his father, his mother, and the White Tiger, the bandit of White Wolf Mountain who killed his parents. Xing Yi put down the sutra and said, "Master, I want to take revenge." Master shook his head, revenge, is it that easy? Besides, to kill the white tiger, first to deal with his men, that kill down, not a river of blood?

Master Zhi Shen's compassionate heart, firmly forbids it. He felt that the line one has a heart demon, to resist the heart demon, you have to use the tricky method.

One day, Master Zhishen vomited blood and said to Xing Yi, who was crying, "Master's time is near, but there is a matter of the heart that has not been finished." It turned out that Master Zhishen wanted to cut rock for a cave, and after his death, to have a rock burial.

Hearing this, Xing Yi wiped his tears and said, "Master, don't worry, I'll go and dig a cave. He took a shovel and prepared to go, but was blocked by the master. Master had sworn that the hole must use a wooden stick, not iron.

Hsing-Yi did not know why Master had to make such a strange oath, but since it was Master's oath, Hsing-Yi must obey it, throwing away the iron and replacing it with a wooden stick.

Here is the stone granite, using wooden sticks to open the hole, is almost impossible.

But Xing Yi loved and respected his master, and he vowed to fulfill his master's wish. So, he chanted in the morning, and in the afternoon with wooden sticks to cut the hole.

Time passed day by day, cold and heat, the hole little by little, slowly at first, and then fast. In the labor, Xing Yi slowly grew up and grew into a young man, a young man with strong muscles.

He was so intent on digging the hole that he forgot his hatred.

Master Zhishen let out a long breath.

Ten years later, a big hole was cut, and a smile appeared on Xing Yi's face.

Master Zhishen passed away that winter. It was snowing at that time, and that afternoon, he called his disciple Zhi Guang and told him that his time had come and that he was most uneasy about Xing Yi, who was too murderous.

Zhi Guang nodded repeatedly, and with that, Master Zhi Shen smiled and died.

Xing Yi wailed and cried, facing his only relative in the world.

Later, Master Zhi Guang began to teach Xing Yi Buddhist doctrine. Like Master Zhishen, Master Zhiguang took good care of him and followed his brother's instructions, and tried to eliminate Xing Yi's killing heart by giving him good advice in every way.

When walking, Master Zhi Da told Xing Yi to pay attention to his feet and not to hurt the ants.

When lighting a lamp, Master Zhi Da told Hsing Yi to make sure to cover it with a paper cover, as the flying insects pounced on the fire, which was a compassionate situation.

On a summer night, the bed covers with a mosquito net, so as not to mosquito bites, and palm down is a life. Xing Yi, uncle, I do not shoot still can not? Master Zheng shook his head and said, afraid to dream unintentionally a palm, harmed the life ah. Said, two palms together, even said sin, it turns out, last night in a dream, they accidentally, hit a blood-sucking mosquito, still feel uncomfortable it.

In half a year, monk Xing Yi has become a complete Buddhist son.

One day, Xing Yi followed the master Zhi Da down the mountain too fast, passing through a village, and suddenly heard people shouting dogs, a chaotic mess. People shouted, "Oh my God, the white tiger from White Wolf Mountain is coming.

Zhi Da Shi peeked at Xing Yi, only to see the young face without hatred and anger, the waves are not surprised, secretly feel relieved.

When they arrived at the village, the two saw the white tiger holding up a child, laughing, and said to an angry old man next to him: "You are not a clean official? Back then, you killed two of my brothers at one time and said that you were eliminating harm to the people. Hmph, today, wait until I throw your grandson into the fire, so that you, a clean official extinct." Saying that he was ready to throw.

The child was so scared that he cried out.

The child's grandfather fainted in a hurry.

Just then, only to hear a roar, Xing Yi picked up a wooden stick and rushed over, he wanted to save the child. When a bandit next to the white tiger saw it, he used his shield to block it, and the stick poked through, piercing the shield.

The white tiger looked at the stick and slowly fell as if he didn't believe it. The White Wolf Mountain bandits had never seen this kind of ability before, and with a shout, they scattered in fear.

Hsing Yi was stunned, he did not expect, to give the master chisel hole, but let himself chisel such a strong arm, and a stick stabbed two people to death, half a day, he stuttered, "Uncle, I ...... I kill life."

Zhi Guang froze for a moment, came to his senses, and softly proclaimed the Buddha's hymn, "This is not killing, it is doing good!" He thought, "If he thinks so, the senior brother must think so too. Even the Buddha must think this way, right?