在一座破旧的庙宇里,一个小和尚沮丧地对老和尚说:“我们这一座小庙,只有我们两个和尚。我下山去化缘的时候许多人对我都是冷言冷语,经常说我是野和尚,给我们的香火钱更是少得可怜。师父,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,只是闭着眼睛静静地听着。小和尚絮絮叨叨地说着……最后, In a shabby temple, a young monk depressed to the old monk said: “We are a small temple, only the two of us monk. When I went down to the edge of alms, many people are cold words to me, often say I was wild Monk, the incense money to us is even more pitiful.My master, we Bodhi Temple in order to become you say thousands of temples, the temple is absolutely not afraid of the great is impossible. ”" The old monk wearing 裟 裟 what words also Did not say, just quietly listening with your eyes closed. The little monk swirling said ... ... Finally,