, Fellow fathers and fellow villagers, today we will not talk about the power struggles of those emperors and old children, nor will we talk about the ups and downs of those literati and artists, let's talk about a strange thing that happened in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is both strange and close to the lives of our people.
It is said that in the foggy Jiangnan town, there is a man named Li Dashan, whose heart is as hot as the spring sun.
That day, the sky was gloomy, the light rain was dripping, under the old locust tree in the town, Li Dashan set up a few cauldrons, the pot was steaming, it was the white rice porridge he boiled with his own hands, the fragrance was fragrant, and the passers-by were hungry to swallow their saliva.
This Li Dashan is usually a warm-hearted person, and every time in a disaster year or when it is too cold in winter, he always does not forget to build a porridge shed to send some warmth to those homeless and hard-working people. "Come on, everyone, you're welcome, it's as cold as an ice cellar this day, drink a bowl of hot porridge to warm up." Li Dashan greeted as he used his big calloused hands to put the porridge into the bowl spoonful by spoonful.
In the crowd, there were old people shuddering to take it, children staring at it with wide eyes and curiosity, and beggars dressed in tatters, their faces full of gratitude.
At this moment, an old beggar, dressed in tattered clothes and with a pale face, came slowly and leisurely, holding a tattered pottery bowl in his hand, the sides of which were polished and shiny, and looked particularly eye-catching.
The old beggar was silent, but silently lined up at the tail of the line.
When it was his turn, Li Dashan happily handed over a bowl of porridge, and deliberately added a few more spoonfuls of rice, for fear that the old man would not be full.
The old beggar took the porridge and looked at Li Dashanren deeply, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he just sighed softly, took out the broken bowl from his arms, and put it in front of Li Dashanren: "Good Samaritan, you can accept this bowl." Li Dashan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Old man, what are you doing here?"
How can I take your bowl?
Take it back and eat well. As he spoke, he pushed the bowl back.
The old beggar shook his head, and a hint of mystery flashed in his eyes: "Take it, maybe it will come in handy in the future." After speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the rain, leaving behind a confused Li Dashan and the lonely broken bowl.
At first, Li Dashan thought it was just an old beggar's joke, so he put the bowl in the corner of the house.
But as the days passed, the bowl slowly revealed something unusual.
In the dead of night, there is a faint glow in the bowl, which is not very bright, but enough to make people curious.
Li Dashan tried to pour water into the bowl, but the water became very clear and sweet, and after drinking it, his spirit suddenly came up, as if the fatigue of the day had been swept away.
This matter spread ten, ten and hundred, and soon caused a sensation in the town.
Some people say that the bowl is a fairy thing, which can ward off evil spirits; Some people say that it is a treasure and is worth a fortune.
But Li Dashan knew in his heart that this bowl must have an indissoluble bond with the old beggar, and he secretly decided that he would find the old beggar no matter what and ask for clarification.
However, the good times were short-lived, and a sudden flood shattered the town's tranquility.
After days of heavy rain, the river swelled, and the town was surrounded by a vast ocean.
Li Dashan and his family and villagers fought hard, but the flood raged like a beast and was about to flood the entire town.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of everyone, it was the old beggar who gave the bowl.
His clothes were still ragged, but his expression was calm, as if the flood had nothing to do with him.
The old beggar slowly walked up to Li Dashanren and said in a deep voice, "Return my bowl." ”
When Li Dashan heard this, he hurriedly took out the broken bowl from home and handed it over with both hands.
The old beggar took the bowl and gently rubbed the rim of it, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes.
He then raised the bowl and chanted an obscure incantation aloud into the raging flood.
A miracle happened!
I saw that the light in the bowl was full of light, turning into a brilliant pillar of light that soared into the sky, and then, the pillar of light turned into countless trickles, and merged into the raging flood with unmistakable precision, and the flood became docile in an instant, slowly receded, and the town was finally saved.
After the flood, the town returned to its former peace and tranquility, but the old beggar disappeared from sight again, leaving only the miraculous broken bowl and a story that has been passed down through the ages.
Li Dashan looked at the direction of the old beggar's departure, and his heart was full of emotion.
He knows that it is not only the return of a bowl, but also the interweaving and redemption of fate.
Since then, he has been even more convinced that good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, and everything in the world has cause and effect.
And the secret of the broken bowl and the true identity of the old beggar is still a topic of conversation in the town after dinner.
Some say he's a hidden master, others say he's a god from heaven to earth, but in any case, the story has become a part of the town's culture, inspiring generations to do good.
Okay, that's all for today's story, I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.
See you next time!
Let's continue to say in the last book, the flood has receded, and the town has returned to peace, but the hearts of Li Dashan and the villagers are still like a little rabbit, pounding, why?
It's not because the old beggar and the broken bowl are too mysterious to figure out.
Since the flood, Li Dashan has always loved to sit under the old locust tree, holding the broken bowl in his hand, looking into the distance, and thinking in his heart: "Where is this old beggar sacred?"
Why do you have to ask me for this bowl?
Also, why is the water in that bowl so magical? Thinking about it, he was happy, shook his head, and said to himself: "How can we understand these fairy things." ”
As the days passed, life in the town gradually returned to its former liveliness.
Li Dashan is still kind and charitable, but this time, he has a lot of thoughts, always thinking that he can see the old beggar again, thank him in person, and ask about the bowl.
It's strange to say that the old beggar seems to have evaporated from the world and never showed up again.
In the blink of an eye, it was the winter solstice, the snow was falling, and the whole town was covered in silver, which was not as beautiful as the world.
Li Dashan set up a stove in front of his house as usual, boiled a pot of hot dumplings, and prepared to invite the neighbors and villagers to come together to have a lively scene.
This dumpling, but Li Dashanren's specialty, thin skin and big filling, take a bite, and your mouth is full of fresh fragrance.
Just as everyone was sitting around the fire and eating with relish, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Li Dashan was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself who would come on this snowy day?
He quickly put down his chopsticks and got up to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.
Standing outside the door was none other than the long-lost old beggar, but this time, he was no longer in rags, but in a neat dress, and there was a little more kindness and wisdom in his eyes.
"Old man, you're finally here!" Li Dashan was so excited that he almost didn't cry, and hurriedly invited the old beggar into the house, for fear that he would freeze.
The old beggar smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Don't worry, great good man, I have something to say to you when I come back." ”
When Li Dashan heard this, he hurriedly gave up his seat, and was busy pouring tea for the old beggar, for fear of treating this distinguished guest slowly.
The old beggar picked up the teacup, took a sip lightly, and then slowly spoke: "Great good man, do you know that the bowl is actually not extraordinary? ”
Li Dashanren nodded, shook his head again, and looked confused.
Seeing this, the old beggar continued: "That bowl is a magic weapon in my master's sect, called 'Gathering Spirit Bowl'.
It can gather the aura of heaven and earth and turn decay into magic.
I gave it to you back then, because I took a fancy to your kind heart.
Now, you've saved the town with it, and you've put it to good use. ”
Li Dashan heard it in a fog, but his heart was warm, and he said gratefully: "Old man, I will never forget your kindness to me in my life."
It's just that this bowl is so precious, how dare I accept it? ”
The old beggar waved his hand and said with a smile: "Great good man, you are wrong.
Everything in this world has its own master.
This bowl is in your hands, and it can play its greatest role, and that is its destination.
And I'm just following the destiny of heaven. ”
After speaking, the old beggar stood up, took out a yellowed book from his arms, and handed it to Li Dashanren: "This is a medical book, which records many lost medical skills and prescriptions.
I see you as kind-hearted and helpful, and I give you this medical book in the hope that it will benefit more people. ”
Li Dashanren took the medical book, his hands trembled, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak.
He knows that this is not only a medical book, but also a heavy responsibility and mission.
Seeing this, the old beggar nodded with satisfaction and turned to leave.
Li Dashan hurriedly grabbed him and said eagerly: "Old man, you haven't told me your name yet!" ”
The old beggar smiled slightly, and left a sentence: "The name is just a code name, remember my words, have good thoughts, and have your own good reward." After speaking, he turned into a white light and disappeared into the vast sea of snow, leaving Li Dashan alone, standing in the wind and snow for a long time.
Since then, Li Dashan not only continued his good deeds, but also devoted himself to studying that medical book, learned many medical skills, and treated countless patients.
His fame spread far and wide, and he became a living bodhisattva admired by everyone in the town.
And the broken bowl was regarded as a treasure by Li Dashan and enshrined at home.
In the dead of night, he would take out the bowl and look at it quietly, silently reciting the words of the old beggar in his heart: "If you have good thoughts, you will have good rewards." ”
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Li Dashan has reached his twilight years.
He sat under the old locust tree, watching the children he had helped play around him, and his heart was full of joy.
He knew that his life, although ordinary, was no longer ordinary because of that kind heart and that magical broken bowl.
At the end of the story, I would like to say that there may really be many miracles and mysteries in this world that we cannot explain.
But in any case, as long as we have good intentions and insist on doing the right thing, then, one day, we will also encounter our own "Gathering Spirit Bowl", so that our lives are full of sunshine and hope.
Just like Li Dashanren, with his kindness and persistence, he wrote a good story that has been passed down through the ages.
Well, let's move on.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed, and Li Dashan has changed from a young and strong young man to a gray-haired old man.
But even so, his kindness has not changed at all, but has become more mellow with the growth of years.
Every morning, you can always see Li Dashan walking slowly on crutches on the streets of the town, greeting people when they meet, smiling, like the sunshine in the spring.
One day, an uninvited guest suddenly came to the town, a young offspring, dressed very fashionably, but there was a sense of exhaustion and confusion in his eyes.
This descendant's name is Ah Qiang, and he came from other places to look for relatives, but when he arrived here, he found that his relatives were long gone, and the coils on his body were almost spent, and he was worried and didn't know what to do.
Coincidentally, Ah Qiang happened to bump into Li Dashanren.
Looking at Ah Qiang's appearance, Li Dashan's heart softened, and he quickly pulled him to his house, served tea and poured water, and asked his wife to make a table of good dishes.
Ah Qiang looked at Li Dashan so enthusiastic, and he was so moved in his heart that tears almost didn't fall. "Uncle, you saved my life!" Cuong said as he ate, his eyes red.
Li Dashan waved his hand and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, child, it's not easy to go out, it's a good thing to be able to help." ”
After the meal, Li Dashan also pulled Ah Qiang to chat about family life and asked him what his plans were in the future.
Ah Qiang scratched his head and said with a blank face: "I don't know, I originally wanted to come to my relatives, but now that my relatives are gone, I don't know where to go." ”
As soon as Li Dashan heard this, he had an idea in his heart.
He thought for a moment and said, "Son, if you can trust me, stay here."
I'm not rich here, but it's okay to eat with one more person.
Besides, I have a medical book here, so you can learn medical skills and make a living in the future. ”
When Ah Qiang heard this, he was so excited that he almost didn't kneel.
He nodded again and again and said, "Uncle, I thank you!"
I will study hard and live up to your expectations. ”
In this way, Ah Qiang stayed in the town and learned medical skills from Li Dashanren.
He was smart and willing to endure hardships, and it didn't take long for him to learn all the knowledge in that medical book.
Li Dashan saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart, he knew that he had done another good thing.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a few years have passed.
Ah Qiang not only has excellent medical skills, but also married a daughter-in-law, gave birth to a baby, opened a small hospital in the town, and lived a prosperous life.
And Li Dashan is already full of children and grandchildren, enjoying the joy of family.
But even so, he often went around the hospital to see Cuong and the people who came to see him.
One day, a sudden outbreak of plague broke out in the town, and everyone was terrified.
Those rich and powerful people packed up their soft and prepared to flee, but Li Dashan stood up and said: "We can't run, if we run this disease, we will run, we have to find a way to cure it!" ”
With that, he took Ah Qiang and a few apprentices in the medical hall to study the prescription and test the medicine day and night, and finally, with their efforts, the plague was brought under control, and the people in the town lived a peaceful life again.
After this plague, Li Dashanren's prestige in the town became even higher, and people said that he was the reincarnation of a living bodhisattva, who came to help the suffering.
But Li Dashan himself just smiled and said, "What kind of living bodhisattva am I, I am just an ordinary person who has done what I can." ”
In this way, Li Dashan spent his ordinary but great life in the small town.
On the day of his death, the whole town was immersed in grief, and people spontaneously saw him off, crying and crying.
Ah Qiang cried like a tearful person, he said: "Uncle, you are my reborn parents, without you, I would not be where I am today." ”
Li Dashan was buried on the back hill of the town, where the scenery is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
Every Qingming season, there will always be people with flowers and paper money to worship him, telling those stories and legends about him.
And the miraculous broken bowl was also carefully preserved by the descendants of Li Dashan and placed in the ancestral hall of the family.
Although it still looks dilapidated, it is a priceless treasure in people's hearts, because it bears witness to the kindness and perseverance of Li Dashan throughout his life, and also inspires future generations to continue to pass on this virtue.
At this point in the story, it can be regarded as an end.
But what I want to say is that in this world, the power of kindness and perseverance is endless.
Just like Li Dashanren, he used his life to interpret what true kindness and persistence are.
And each of us should be like him, treat everyone and everything around us with our hearts, and make the world a better place because of our existence.