Hanging Temple belongs to the territory.
Still on that unknown hill, the old monk Kujue was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, picking his feet and asking in a nonchalant manner: "Is Linzi fun?"
Not far away, Monk Jingli, who was sitting neatly on a clean stone slab, said with a lingering fear on his face: "Linzi is so scary."
"Without Master by your side, you really can't protect yourself...you are young after all." Ku Jue sighed and sneered again: "What old guy can't bully you? Why is it so scary? Tell me about it?"
Monk Jingli pursed his lips and said, "A group of women touched me."
"Haha, what's this?" Ku Jue had just said these dismissive words before he really realized what his apprentice had said.
He stopped laughing immediately.
The backhand was a slap on Monk Jingli's bald head, leaving five muddy fingerprints: "You little bastard is having so much fun!?"
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He got up and rolled up his sleeves: "Two heartless bastards! Your master is drinking white porridge here, and you are drinking flower wine in Linzi!"
Jingli put his head in his hands, but asked blankly: "What is drinking flower wine?"
"You're still showing off to me!" Ku Jue was so angry that he jumped up and down: "If I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know what it means to respect elders..."
He suddenly put on a smile, touched Monk Jingli's shining forehead, and his tone became very gentle: "Respecting the old and loving the young is also a kind of compassion. As monks, we walk in the world and want to go up. You must be worthy of heaven, you must be worthy of earth, you must be worthy of the Buddha in your heart, and you must be worthy of all living beings. Are you enlightened?"
Monk Jingli blinked ignorantly, his long eyelashes covering his innocent eyes: "This disciple doesn't understand very well."
"It doesn't matter." Ku Jue smiled softly and seemed very patient: "Master, I will tell you slowly...cough!"
He coughed lightly: "How come some people are free today to come to my Sanbao Mountain?"
A monk in black clothes with a serious face walked slowly from a distance. Although his steps were slow, each step had a large span. He arrived close in a few steps.
"Didn't you say last time that this place was renamed Lingshan?" he asked with a frown.
"It's changed again, Master Kudhi!" Monk Jingli replied obediently from the side: "Now it's called Sanbaoshan!"
Kudhi still liked this simple and clean little monk, and he rarely asked leisurely: "I see that this mountain is bare and has neither treasure nor blessing. I wonder where to start talking about these three treasures?" "
He was actually testing this extremely spiritual nephew.
The Buddhists regard the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha as the three treasures, namely the Buddha, the Buddhist principles, and the monks who inherit the Buddhist principles.
This is something that all novice novices know.
However, every practitioner has a different understanding of the Three Jewels. The Three Jewels can be outside the body or in the heart.
There are thousands of kinds of Buddhas, all of whom hold different beliefs.
He was also quite curious as to what the Three Treasures were in the heart of this little nephew who "came out of the mire but remained unsullied".
Hearing Uncle Master's question, Monk Jingli looked proud and said loudly: "The knowledge of suffering! The experience of suffering! The wisdom of suffering! These are the three treasures of my Buddhist sect! That's why this mountain got its name!"
Kudhi felt his eyes turn black for a while, and he felt like he was about to faint.
He almost wanted to make a stoma and wanted to curse Ku Jiao.
It’s really misleading!
Such a simple little monk, what has he taught all day long!
But in the end I endured it.
The reason for holding back was not because he was afraid of ostomy karma. When he reached his level of cultivation, he no longer adhered to the precepts, but... he couldn't scold him.
He took a deep breath, it was so good.
"Kuchue." He moved his eyes away from Jingli and landed on Kujue: "What have you been busy with recently? You have been absent from the abbot's lectures three times."
Ku Jue glanced at him: "He is willing to talk, can you just listen? I am teaching my disciples! Didn't you hear just now? How can you be so deaf and run the Kanshiyuan? At such an old age, you are dim-sighted and deaf. , why don’t you do it, I’ll recommend someone to you!”
He is like an arrow, and he can hit his head and cover his face with a punch.
"Who do you think is suitable?" Ku Di asked, holding back his anger.
Ku Jue had an expression that said, "You really don't have any eyesight." He patted his chest vigorously: "Looking at the whole Hanging Temple, who else can be a person of great responsibility than me?"
The Truth of Suffering really wants to slap myself in the mouth. Really, after all this time, you still don’t know what the virtue of suffering is?
Are you asking for trouble by talking to him?
"Speaking of old eyesight, you're older than me!" he said with a cold face.
"Come on, you can't take the joke anymore, can you? Look at your wrinkled old face, like the bark of an old tree. It's really boring." Kujue smiled tiredly: "Then I will seriously recommend another one to you. ?”
"No need!" Ku Di said with a straight face.
Kujue clapped his hands and said with a smile: "What do you think of the purification ceremony?"
Kudhi wondered if he had said the wrong thing. Did he say "yes" instead of "no need"?
While he was stunned, Kujue had already pulled Jingli over: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Come, kneel down and kowtow to your uncle Kudi, and today you will inherit his mantle and assume his responsibilities, okay?" Let him concentrate on his practice and achieve bliss soon!"
The truth of suffering:…
The little monk Jingli looked embarrassed: "Huh? Master, is it too early now? I think I am still young and need to practice for a few years..."
The truth of suffering:! ! !
What, you two are still pushing and pulling!
At this point in the conversation, he had completely forgotten that he was here to teach Kujue a lesson, and that he came specifically to warn him not to miss the Dharma meeting next time.
Good guy, after just a few words of chatting, I almost lost my seat at the top of Chise-in!
"Okay, I won't bother you." He simply flicked his sleeves: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"
"Won't you sit down for a while?" the old monk Kujue asked with a smile.
Kudhi looked around...
Do you have a place to sit here? !
"That's very kind of you."
He turned around to leave, but suddenly remembered something, stopped and said, "I remember you said before that you had a new disciple with peerless appearance?"
The old monk Kujue had an awkward expression and said vaguely: "We are still close."
Then he glared at Kudhi: "What's wrong?"
What's wrong with this one? It happens to be very powerful and confident.
"Is your name Jiang Wang?" Kudhi asked again.
Isn’t this why the pot should be lifted if it is not opened? This is not eye-catching!
Ku Jue glared angrily: "If you fart, let it go. If there is no fart, leave immediately!"
After all these years of fellow apprentices, Ku Di didn't care about him and just said: "Zhishiyuan just got the news that this man named Jiang Wang seems to be colluding with the demon clan. Zhao Xuanyang, the arrogant genius of Jingguo, has already set out to hunt him down personally. It's not me. Speaking of you, don’t pull anyone else’s…”
The information from Guanshiyuan is also good. Jingguo has just announced it, and Xuankong Temple has already learned about it.
But his "reminders" and "lessons" are destined to be fruitless.
Halfway through his words, Ku Jue bumped into him: "What!?"
The guy yelled: "You old bald donkey, you have no good intentions. My good disciple is in trouble, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
