在一座破旧的庙宇里,一个小和尚沮丧的对老和尚说:“我们这一座小庙,只有我们两个和尚,我下山去化缘的时候别人都是对我恶言相加,经常说我是野和尚,给我们的香火钱更是少的可怜。今天去化缘,这么冷的天都没有人给我开门,化到的斋饭也少得可怜。师傅,我们菩提寺要想成为你所说的庙宇千间、钟声不绝的大寺怕是不可能了。”老和尚披着袈裟什么话也没有说,只是闭 In a shabby temple, a monk depressed, said to the old monk: “We are a small temple, only we two monks, when I go down to the edge of the fate of others when people add up to me, often say I Is a wild monk, give us the incense money is less pathetic today to go to the edge, so cold days no one to open the door to merit, also to the poor poor fasting ... Master, we Bodhi Temple in order to be what you said Temple thousands, fear of a large temple is not impossible. ”" The old monk dressed in shameless what did not say, just closed