Fortune Telling Collection - Comprehensive fortune-telling - A monk, alms, a heavy rain passed by the door of a rich man's house, but the servant refused to let him in. He also gave the rich man an immortal position. Who knows the whole story?

A monk, alms, a heavy rain passed by the door of a rich man's house, but the servant refused to let him in. He also gave the rich man an immortal position. Who knows the whole story?

One night, a monk was on his way back to the temple when it suddenly rained cats and dogs. It's raining heavily, and it seems that it won't stop for a short time. Seeing a manor not far away, the monk wanted to spend the night to avoid the wind and rain.

The manor is very big. When the servant at the door saw a monk knocking at the door, he asked him what he was doing and said coldly, "My master never associates with monks and Taoists. You'd better make other plans. "

The monk pleaded, "It's raining so hard and there is no other family nearby. Please do me a favor."

The servant said, "I can't make my own decisions." I have to go in and ask the master what he means. " The servant went in to ask for instructions, and later came out, saying that the master refused to agree.

The monk had to ask for a night's rest under the eaves, but the servant shook his head and refused.

The monk was helpless, so he asked the servant the name of the owner of the manor, and then braved the heavy rain and ran back to the soaked temple.

Three years later, the owner of the manor married a concubine and he loved her very much. The princess wanted to burn incense and pray in the temple, so the master went out with her. When he arrived at the temple, the master suddenly saw his name written on a conspicuous immortal sign. He was puzzled and asked a little novice monk what was going on.

Little novice monk said, "Our abbot wrote this three years ago. One day, he braved the heavy rain and said that a benefactor had a bad relationship with him, so he wrote this immortal position for him. The abbot recites the scriptures every day and returns to his merits, hoping to mend fences with his benefactor and add some good deeds to help him get out of his misery as soon as possible. As for the details, I'm not sure ... "

After listening to these words, the manor owner now knows, and he is ashamed and uneasy. Later, he became a devout master of merit in this temple, and incense was burning all year round.