It was a hot summer scene. Under such a scorching sun, no matter whether they were crawling on the ground, flying in the sky, or swimming in the river, they all looked for cool places to hide, for fear of seeing the light.

It is the scene of a hot summer. Under such a scorching sun, no matter whether they are crawling on the ground, flying in the sky, or swimming in the river, they all find cool places to hide, for fear of seeing the light. But on the thousands of steps outside the gate of Yuluo Mountain, there was a strong black man leading two helpers, swinging his arms and covering his head with a straw hat, climbing up two steps at a time. On the upper floor of the mountain gate, in the Yuxuan Tower, there is an ebony plaque in the middle with the three characters "Qingde Temple" written on it, which makes people feel awe.

The dark, muscular man was in his forties, his name was Lu Fusheng. Upon closer inspection, he saw that his whole body was made of the finest silk fabrics, and he also had a big gold and silver belly pocket hanging from his body. He looked like a wealthy man. Besides, in this kind of weather, you can still help with mountaineering, but if you are not a rich man, you will definitely not be able to do it. Both helpers picked watermelons, and Fusheng, who paid for it, was also carrying a load of watermelons on his right arm. The difference was that the melons weighed tens of kilograms and were so heavy that they might break the mountain ladder, but This left hand is also twisting a string of Buddhist beads, and the Buddha has not been forgotten in his efforts.

The mountain is Yuluo Mountain, and the county is Yuluo County. This mountain town has always been a place where Buddhism is worshipped. This Qingde Temple is the temple that anchors the mountain here. Buddhas, big and small, and monks and Arhats are all prestigious. They often go down the mountain to perform rituals. It was just like a festival in this mountain village, with crowds of people standing around. Not to mention the elders, even the vendors selling fruits and sweets could make a lot of money. Neighboring counties also know that Yuluo is full of faithful men and women. When Ramadan comes, every household rushes to Qingde Temple in an endless stream, trying to break down the mountain gate several times.

As we carried on, the sun got smaller, the sweat on Lu Fusheng and his two helpers dried again and again, there were more white salt crystals, and the mountain gate was getting closer. Knock on the door, be quiet for a moment, and then it opens with a creak.

"Good roots! Is it really you? Go call the abbot and the abbot!" The monk who opened the door was a bit old and stooped, but when he saw the man in front of him, his eyes lit up. In the main hall, the monks, young and old, civilized and military, wearing long and short robes, all ate their juices and melon seeds, as if not eating so vigorously would be a failure of the three of them who worked all afternoon. The old abbot in cassock was tremblingly helped out by two disciples, his white beard almost hanging to the ground. When Fu Sheng saw him, his tall and thick body softened and he fell to his knees.

"Abbott, your good roots are back." The man's eyes were full of tears, crying like a little girl.

"Good roots, although you have returned to secular life, as long as the Buddha's heart is still there, you have not gone far." The old abbot smiled kindly.

Lu Fusheng has good roots, and his life experience is somewhat twists and turns. Although Fu Sheng was born tall and strong, he has been a child with a gentle temperament since he was a child. He never blushed when children were playing with each other. Even when he was bullied by a short girl, he always smiled. Adults said that Fu Sheng had "good roots" ", he will definitely be a living Buddha in the future, so everyone calls him "good root" and "good root", which makes him also call himself " good root ". Fusheng was not born in Yuluo County, but was the child of a rich man from the next county. When he was six years old, he was abducted by a flower girl and brought to Yuluo County. Fortunately, Elder Qingkong, who was still a young monk at the time, came down the mountain to perform a ritual and bumped into him. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can never go back.

It was the early years of the Republic of China, and the world was in chaos. No one cared about the life or death of a little baby. The Lu family searched for him in every possible way, but there was no news. No one expected that he would be picked up by a monk on the way. When Fusheng arrived at Qingde Temple, people asked him his last name and his name. He just cried and vaguely said "good roots". After waiting for a month, no family members came to look for him. The temple took pity on him and allowed him to be ordained and become a novice monk. When Shangen became a monk, he was kind to others and never got jealous. When he was bullied by some bad brothers in the temple, he didn't say anything. He just smiled and made a fool of himself into a "Forgetting Buddha". But God seemed to be playing a joke on him. He carried water, cut firewood, washed vegetables and cooked, chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name during the day, and looked after the temple and the courtyard at night. Before he could go down the mountain to do rituals and collect incense money, he became a blessed person again.

Fifteen years have passed. Ever since Fu Sheng was lost, Fu Sheng’s father Lu Songyuan has become a superstitious person. No matter where he is in Buddhism or Taoism, he will bow to his head anyway and go to local temples and Taoist temples to offer incense wherever he goes. , donate some sesame oil.That day, Lu Songyuan went to Yuluo County to do business and worshiped the Buddha at Qingde Temple, hoping to find blessings. He didn't know whether the Buddha was really appearing, but he actually bumped into the good root serving pilgrims in the main hall. It must be said that his good roots and his temperament to be bullied by others helped him. He never competed or grabbed. In his early twenties, he was still a novice who served pilgrims. If he became a warrior monk who devoted himself to martial arts or a sutra-reading monk of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, I am afraid that It's really hard to find.

No matter what, the novice monk became a young master and blessed his life again.

On the day he left the temple, Fusheng knelt before the Buddha statue and burned half a stick of incense to Elder Qinggong, which made all the pilgrims cry. They all said they had seen monks return to secular life, but they had never seen such a "living Buddha".

Another ten years later, the Japanese soldiers came, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil. They also requisitioned Qingtoku Temple as the headquarters. When the old abbot Qinghai refused, he was doused with gasoline and burned alive. The Japanese also ordered all the monks to be burned alive. Kicked out. Fusheng, who became a family man, secretly sent money and food to the New Fourth Army in Yuluo Mountain. The commander took Fusheng's hand and asked him what his name was. Fusheng only said two words "good roots". Over the years, Fu Sheng has never mentioned where he is from or what his surname is. The villagers who have benefited only know two words - "good roots".

In a blink of an eye, the Anti-Japanese War was victorious. Colorful flags were flying everywhere in the streets of Yuluo County. People seemed to have forgotten the deserted Qingde Temple on the mountain gate.

It is said that no businessman can be a traitor, but Fu Sheng is a good man after all. He has not inherited any of his father's business wisdom and even made a lot of money. After Lu Songyuan's death, the Lu family's business was getting worse and worse, and all the land in the countryside was sold at low prices. It was not to demolish the east wall to repair the west wall, and to collect the money from the sales, but to build the temple. Fusheng felt that he had lived half his life, which was enough. There was only one unfulfilled wish left. Before his death, his father held Fu Sheng's hand on the bed and left a last wish. If it hadn't been for Qingde Temple, it would have been difficult for father and son to see each other again. Now Qingde Temple has been occupied by the Japs for eight years, all the Buddha statues have been destroyed, and the Lu family is completely bankrupt. You also have to help them take a break.

After receiving his father's last wish, Fusheng sold out all his property, left a sum for his wife and children, and went to Qingde Temple where he survived the disaster. The wife covered her face and cried. Seeing that her husband had made up his mind in everything, she said, "Okay, Lu Fusheng, are you going to be a 'living Buddha' and make us three mothers suffer?"

Fusheng also scolded him. He was not a human being, but he still went out and went to Yuluo County. In this way, Fusheng became a good root again. He couldn't kneel down in the main hall. Abbot Qingqing listened to Fusheng's wishes and just smiled slightly and said: "Good and evil have their own cause and effect. If you have good roots, your money may have other uses." , the temple deserves it."

"I have made up my mind, I hope the abbot will accept it!" Fusheng still couldn't kneel down, and all the monks gathered around him. Elder Qingkong nodded meaningfully, and Fusheng finally broke down in tears and smiled, laughing and crying at the same time. I went to the mountain gate to discuss the reopening of Luo Qingde Temple.

After passing through the villages and arriving at the county seat of Yuluo County, we saw hungry people everywhere. This Yuluo County is originally a mountainous area, with poor mountains and rivers, and frequent famines. In addition, there are Red Army in the mountainous areas. Not long after the Anti-Japanese War ended, the Kuomintang soldiers came again. Recuperation was far away, and the war continued endlessly. Before entering the county town, Fusheng's carriage and horses were surrounded by a group of ragged children. Everyone saw him wearing brocade and robes, and kowtowed and said, "Do good," Fusheng looked troubled, but he was a Bodhisattva. Heart-conscious, I weighed the ocean of gold in my belly pocket, thinking that I had a lot of savings, so why not buy a few pancakes for them? So they greeted each other, bought several kilograms of large cakes, and grabbed them one by one. As more and more people gathered around them, the cakes became less and less, so they had to call for steamed buns and grab them one after another. The sun went down in the west.

"If we can't divide it any more, how can Qingde Temple be opened if we divide it again?" Fusheng looked at the money in his pocket and shook his head. This strong man has been running around for days, and half of the color has gone from his face, and his eyes are bloodshot. , There are black and blue patches on his arms, but he is still kind even when facing extremely hungry people. As night fell, Fusheng wanted to organize the opening of the temple tomorrow. He had to hire masons and mountain pickers, buy food and steamed buns, and make clay Buddha statues.

"We can't separate them anymore, we can't separate them any more." Fusheng said with his hands tightly covering his belly pockets.

Early the next morning, Fu Sheng went to the market, hired help, and prepared to buy materials before going to Qingde Temple. On the way, a man who looked like a gentleman fell to the ground. Fusheng saw him and hurriedly helped him up. The man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He was quite neat, but his face was bloodless and inhumanly white.

"Sir? Wake up!" Fu Sheng guessed that he was so hungry that his limbs were weak and he could not take care of the monks' clay Buddha statues. At this time, the hot white flour steamed buns were the most important thing. The gentleman ate two large steamed buns and then recovered. He said that he was a teacher in the county middle school. In the years of war and chaos, although the school was still open, it had run out of food. The teacher was so hungry that he collapsed in the street, and the students couldn't help but have stars in their eyes. Although Fu Sheng was a stupid man, he admired learned people greatly.

"I can't care about it, I can't care about it! Pancakes, steamed buns, rice noodles"... "Pancakes, steamed buns, rice noodles", Fusheng grabbed his husband and ran to the school. Just like that, Fu Sheng's abdominal cavity deflated. At first, the abdominal cavity was swollen and crumbling, as if he had taken some miraculous medicine to clean his intestines and scrape his belly overnight. In addition to the hungry people from the countryside who came to the city, the students in the school who were so hungry that their legs were weak, there were also a dozen widows who could not afford to feed their children, five or six child soldiers who were eager to bring money back home, and seven or eight who were eager for money. The poor man who saved his son and his mother, but every time he came and went, Fusheng's abdominal pocket became deflated.

Rumors spread in Yuluo County that "Shan Gen" was doing good deeds. Everyone said he was a dark man. Even the People's Liberation Army heard about it, but Fusheng left the city with a sad face, muttering "The Buddha statue is gone."

The name of "Good Gen" has been spread in Yuluo County since then.

Three years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, production resumed in Yuluo County, and people remembered Qingde Temple. Yuluo County has always had a tradition of worshiping Buddha after disasters, so everyone donated money and food to help the temple reopen. But the problem was that the Buddha statues were gone. People didn’t know how to rebuild them for a while. They wanted to build a hall after the respected elder Qing Kong. Buddha, but the elder just smiled and said - "Buddha is a good person".

Fusheng, who had exhausted all his money, felt that he had no face to go back to see the elders, so he went back to find his wife and children, crying every night. After liberation, he was no longer a rich man. The People's Government recognized his meritorious service in the War of Resistance and made him a worker in a local factory. However, something unexpected happened. Fu Sheng was hit by a machine and became disabled. He has been walking with a limp ever since. He even felt that it was God's retribution for his failure to build a Buddha statue for Qingde Temple.

Fusheng heard the news about Yuluo County raising funds to build a temple, and finally couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to go to the confession with his wife. The couple entered the main hall, but the wife screamed "Yeah" and grabbed her husband's arm tightly. I saw that the Buddha in the main hall did not look like a full and kind-hearted man in heaven, but a man with thick eyebrows and a rough nose. The four characters on the base were "Living Buddha with Good Roots".

"Fu Sheng, how does this Buddha statue... look like... you?" The wife was extremely frightened and asked the novice monk in the main hall for questioning. The novice told the whole story in detail, leaving the sentence "Buddha is a good person" explanation of. The wife seemed to understand everything and looked lovingly at her husband, who had already burst into tears. More and more people gathered around, and they all looked at Fusheng in surprise. The wife took her tall husband into her arms and pushed away the crowd.

"He is the good root! The good root living Buddha has appeared!" The sound of one after another flooded the hall, and some even knelt down to worship him. Fusheng didn't say anything. He usually worshiped the Buddha when he saw him, but he stopped worshiping today. He lowered his head, hugged his wife, and limped out of the mountain gate. Elder Qingkong slowly walked out, and just said: "Return to secular life, Fusheng."

The sun set in the west, and the afterglow stretched the shadows of Fusheng and his wife very long. The shadows shone on the ground, unlike Respecting Buddha is clearly a capital word for “human”.