Nowadays, monks are also people in the red dust. They chant scriptures to make money and break the precepts for the sake of money. The other day, a netizen was strolling around the Houhai Lake in Beijing when he heard moaning sounds coming from a boat cabin. The boat swayed slightly. Finally, an old monk and two艳 women walked out of the boat, stunning the onlookers on the shore. The monk was old and frail, walking while talking on the phone. The two women beside him tactfully stood on both sides, looking like granddaughters supporting their elderly relative.
The netizen who spread the "boat quake" rumor also followed the monk and the two women as they got into a Mercedes-Benz and drove away, not knowing whether they were sending the beauties home or planning another rendezvous elsewhere. It was learned from the staff that the monk was the abbot of a temple on Wutai Mountain, who often brought different people to play at Houhai.
While we marvel at the vitality of the old abbot, we can't help but be moved by the old monk's dedication to seeking the way. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? The old monk uses his frail body to immerse himself in the swirling dust, with great fearlessness and self-sacrificing spirit to transform fallen women. Giving up one's life for righteousness, he is comparable to the Buddha.