The law of distribution of love

In the past, wars continued and refugees were everywhere.There is an Anguo Zen Temple on the north bank of the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, with only one monk left in the temple.One day, a down-and-out scholar came to the temple and said that he had been wandering here with his wife, children and mother, and rested in the nearby Qingyun Pagoda. The family of four was hungry and could not do anything, so he had to come to beg for food.

Hearing this, the monk took out a steamed bun and handed it to the scholar.The scholar thanked the monk, held the steamed bun tightly, and walked away quickly.An hour later, the scholar came again.The monk gave the scholar two steamed buns.The scholar thanked the monk again, and held a steamed bun in one hand, and slowly left.After an hour, the scholar came to Anguo Zen Temple for the third time.This time, the monk gave him three steamed buns.The scholar thanked the monk deeply, held the steamed buns in both hands, and staggered away.Another hour passed, the scholar came to Anguo Temple for the fourth time.The monk gave him four steamed buns and said: Sorry, donor, I never thought the situation would be so bad, there was really nothing more.The scholar wrapped the steamed bun in his long gown, bowed deeply to the monk, and turned around and staggered away.

Half an hour later, a woman came to Anguo Zen Temple crying. When she saw the monk, she knelt down and said: Master, save my husband!The woman was the scholar's wife, and she said the scholar was already fainted from hunger.

The monk asked in confusion: I have given him ten steamed buns, and your family of four is an average of two and a half people. Why is he so hungry?

The scholar's wife cried and said: "The master doesn't know anything. In fact, my husband doesn't even eat a single steamed bun."It turned out that when the scholar got a steamed bun, he gave the only steamed bun to his son, his mother and his wife;When he got the two steamed buns, he distributed them to his son and mother in turn;When he got the three steamed buns, he distributed them to his son, mother and wife in turn;When he got four steamed buns, facing the three closest people in his life, he distributed the steamed buns to his son, mother and wife in turn, with one left, and his family said: You eat it.But he looked at the steamed buns and couldn't bear to eat them. He handed them to his son and said to everyone: I've eaten them.As a result, in less than half an hour, in the joy of his relatives sharing steamed buns, the scholar who had been hungry for too long finally lost his energy and fell to the ground.

Hearing this, the monk couldn't help but sigh in his heart: When there was a steamed bun, he first thought of his son, which was a love for a calf. Although he was a kind father, he was a common man who could not escape his instinct;When I had two steamed buns, I thought of the elders who had the virtue of filial piety. Even though they were considered filial sons, it was just an ordinary person's act;When there were three steamed buns, I finally thought of my partner. I took all the righteousness of husband and wife. I was considered a good husband, but I was still a mortal;However, this last move is remarkable. With four steamed buns, I should have kept one of them myself, but I didn’t. I really have good cultivation and a real good person, I should save him!When rescued!So the monk followed the scholar's wife to the Qingyun Pagoda, saved the scholar with the only remaining steamed bun, then recited Amitabha Buddha and returned to the temple empty-handed.

Half an hour later, the monk who was meditating fell on the cushion. In fact, he had not eaten in vegetarian food for two days.If one who sacrifices oneself for his loved ones is a good person, then what about those who sacrifice themselves for irrelevant people?It must be a saint.