Three years have passed, and the snow all over the mountains and the howling west wind made me realize that winter is coming, and there is a strong west wind hanging in the entire Tokaido. I was young and hid in the room. The west wind hung the door panel and made a swelling sound. The rotten door panel could no longer stop the bitter wind. There was often a hint of cold wind in the gap, which made me shivering all over. My face was already red with cold, and my two delicate hands, which were originally as thick as a carrot. "It is the right choice for my father to buy clothes." I suddenly mocked myself. I thought it wouldn't be very cold here, but I realized that the seaside with such a strong temperature could make me drink a pot, not to mention that the days when the inner bay was frozen a little frozen.

After all, the family is a fisherman's home, so my father didn't buy the winter clothes for my child until now. In fact, the winter clothes of this era were cloth bags and cotton. Because my mother wanted to sew clothes for me, she went to the neighbor's house to ask for some linen heads.

I hid in the room alone. Because of safety, my mother put out the bonfire in the room, making me poor, unable to find a way to keep the cold. The "bang" and the wooden door in the house that was not very tight rushed open. I swayed my young steps and walked forward, struggling to close the door before it was blown.

When I walked to the door, I found a pigeon landing in the fishing net opposite, and was injured from the perspective of flapping. I pushed the door with difficulty. For me, I was almost cold to death, but I didn't care what it was. I hid in the room alone, looking forward to my mother coming back soon, at least I could roast the fire with a thin body. Poor, my wish was shattered here, and the strong wind blew, and continued to blow open the worn wooden door, and the pigeon was still flapping there. It was God's guidance that asked me to save the pigeon.

I hid my hand in my clothes and walked forward slowly. I saw the pigeons keep flashing in the net. Because of the fishing net, it fell deeper. When I saw me coming, my eyes were filled with fear and fear, just like when I came to this world. Seeing this magic, I forgot the cold, quickly stood on tiptoe, and took out the pigeon.

The pigeon hugged me in my hand. The animal's body temperature was higher than the problem on my hand, and I felt a little warmth, but the pigeon was frightened and pecked on his hand with the red beak. The fingers that looked like radish suddenly flowed out of blood. I was stunned and pressed the pigeon's head firmly, "You are uneasy, I am not at ease."

I held the pigeon in my hand, like a natural hot water bag. After a long time, the pigeon got used to this and didn't resist, but just screamed softly in my throat. It happened that my mother also came back with some fabric. In the eyes of adults, the child is the most important thing, and I directly ignore the pigeon in my hand. "Mizaburo, what's wrong with you? Why is it broken on your hand?" I looked at me with heartache.

"Haha, it's okay, I'm a little frostbite cracked." I blew haha.

While bandaging my wound, my mother said to me: "Since you are bleeding, the pigeon is a big replenishment. Give me the pigeon, let's stew it tonight?" At this time, I wanted to stew the pigeon and roast it on the fire.

"My mother, you are sometimes outside. Can this pigeon be raised by me?" I reached out and handed it to my mother.

My mother thought I was a rising moment (children liked the popularity of three minutes): "Oh, Yasanro will take care of animals, so my mother bandages you and also shows this pigeon." I nodded and handed out the pigeon. In this era, rice was for those of the samurai class, and farmers could only eat millet, like Yasanro's family, and occasionally there were fish from his father to supply. So pigeons could not eat rice or bran, and they could only do it themselves.

I took a small shovel to drive the sea. My parents also made a fuss as I was. In winter, insects are very easy to find. I found some dry places, and I could see the eggs one by one after another, and then I deducted them and fed them to the pigeons. The eggs were handed to the pigeons, but the pigeons didn't like them very much. There was no way, and I couldn't help if you didn't eat them. In this way, each person and pigeons slowly became familiar with each other, and the pigeons also recovered bit by bit. Slowly, a month passed with the north wind.

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One day a month later, I was still digging bugs. In my spare time, I squatted on the ground and looked at the pigeons that were eating happily. I gently *** the white and snow-like feathers: "You have been here for more than a month. But I have been here for more than a year. Your injury is healed and you can fly, and you can fly back. But I... But even if I can fly, I don't know where to fly. This is Japan five hundred years ago. How can I go back?" As I said, my eyes were filled with more confusion and confusion. At this time, the pigeon understood something, and tried hard to flap his wings, trying to fly. I saw that I quickly untied the rags on my wings.

A low cry made a sound and soared. Looking at the pigeon flying above, I shouted loudly, "Go, spring is here, my friend, fly farther, higher." The pigeon understood, and walked away three times above his head. While shouting, he could only hear the hurried footsteps from the mountains. Looking at it, he found a middle-aged man with a shiny and kind-looking face on his head. The ratio of his two eyebrows to his eyes made people feel a bit serious. He was wearing a shabby cassock.

He was covered with various patches, and his feet were covered with shabby straw sandals, and his toes were purple from cold. There were basically no strangers in this small fishing village, and occasionally several travelers were traveling. When he saw me, he looked surprised. The monk first bowed and said in a tone of abducting the child, "Little friend, is there a village nearby? I am a traveling monk from Suruga." Yiliyi, but she was smiling and laughing at herself. How could such a young child know about Suruga?

"This." I thought for a while, and when I saw the kind face of the monk, I decided to take him to my house. Because my parents were at home and there was no money at home, I would not find such a dilapidated fishing village if I were a villain. Besides, I had not had much security problems in Gaotianshen for several years.

Both of my parents were at home, and they were preparing for tomorrow's fishing. When they saw me back, they were a little surprised. When the monk saw my parents, he leaned on his hands and reported: "I am Jiuying Chengju, passing by Guidi, was hungry. I met a friend on the way and took me here, hoping to make it easier."

"Master, don't dislike the fact that there is nothing good here." The father quickly returned the gift.

When my father said this, my mother hurried to the stove to cook the stewed soup and stewed Kumbu. The monk made it flat on the ground. Master Chengju sat down while waving his legs and said, "Today, I went out for a trip. It was fate to meet my friend. Moreover, my friend has a trace of Buddha nature in his heart, which is rare in the world." After that, he looked at me with a playful look.

My mother swung the stove and put some kohlrabi in it, "Master, you don't have to do this. Yasamaro's pigeon may be healed now and flew away by himself."

Master Chengju shook his head and said, "I have seen many pigeons, but such pigeons are rare. All things have Buddha nature. I think Misanlang may have a destiny to be with me Buddha when he grows up."

I stared at the monk in a daze and cursed mentally, "The damn monk said that he was begging for food, but he actually made me become a monk... I traveled through time and went to be a monk... The modern monk had a high salary every month, but this is... Alas] I sighed slightly and looked at my father secretly.

Master Chengju looked at me and smiled, as if he knew what was inside my stomach. "I am a monk from Shande Temple. When I saw my friend today, I am a spiritual person. Can you please let me join my friend? I should teach you carefully." After that, I stood up, took out the monk from the ragged clothes and extraditioned him. I handed it to my father. I secretly raised my head and knocked on my father. At this time, there was a trace of arc on my father's lips, and I secretly said, "I'm done and I'm going to become a monk."

In fact, Yishi misunderstood this. Monks in the Warring States Period lived the most comfortable life. They lived in high-rise buildings, received the money for incense, ate hot rice and vegetarian food, had wives to sleep with, and were blatant collectors of golden houses. If it is said that in China, monks cannot eat meat, which is the biggest regret of monks and ordinary people, Japanese people did not eat meat, so when they went to the temple, there was no difference between eating in normal times, and they only lived a better life.
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