In the ancient bell tower temple, an old monk knocked on the door.
The young monk on duty in the temple heard this and hurried to the door of the temple and said loudly, "It is unlucky for the donor to come. It is not peaceful as the New Year is approaching. Our Zhongtai Temple is not open recently. If you want to stay overnight, please go elsewhere." "
The old monk raised his eyebrows, "You have been away from the temple for three years and you can't even hear my voice?"
Only then did the young monk wake up and quickly opened the temple door and invited his abbot to come in. However, as soon as the temple door opened, he slowly stepped into a carriage. The driver was a plump woman with misty eyes in tears. After arriving at the chariot tent and entering the temple, an old monk who was nine feet tall stepped in and said in a deep voice to the young monk on duty, "I have never closed the temple. Business travelers who come and go will not be harmed by thieves." , we should have opened the temple gate to provide a shelter, but now we only care about protecting ourselves. Pingchen, come and tell me who made these rules."
The young monk, who was called Pingchen, trembled and told the abbot everything that everyone in the Zen room had said before. When he reached the head of the room, he saw that the abbot's expression became more and more gloomy, and he did not dare to say more for a while.
The abbot in front of me, who does not look like an old man at all, has been controlling the Zhongtai Temple almost single-handedly for many years, so that the surrounding caravans and thieves dare not come even ten feet away from the Zhongtai Temple; he even shook the bells of the ancient temple at the Zhongtai with a single palm. Ten, the sound of the bells swayed for dozens of miles, just like the Buddha's arrival in the world. On the path of Buddhism, even the leader of Zhongtai Temple, who had converted to Buddhism since childhood, could hardly discuss the path with him, but he was defeated in just a few sticks of incense.
At the beginning, there were wandering monks from the Eastern Islands who passed by the ancient Zhongtai Temple and stayed in the temple for three days. They discussed Taoism several times and clearly argued about Buddhism.
Even when the abbot left the temple and wandered around, Pingchen was just an outcast who didn't know how to speak. Three years later, the abbot's reputation was as powerful as thunder.
"Pingchen, according to you, it's freezing outside. Should these two benefactors open the door to welcome you?" The old monk put away his gloomy face, bent down, and asked the young monk who still looked frightened. .
Pingchen scratched Guangjie's forehead and said, "It seems to me, since there are still available rooms in the temple, people come from thousands of miles away and respectfully present a piece of paper. Even if there are no available rooms, the benefactor is waiting outside." After more than half a month, I am afraid that my muscles and bones have suffered some coldness. Buddhist disciples should be compassionate, not to mention two donors, one male and one female. Even if several female donors are placed in the Buddhist hall at the same time, it will be difficult to imagine the Buddha's belly. Don’t blame us.”
"That's right," the old monk said with a smile, raising his rough palm to touch the little monk's head, "We, ordinary people, can understand the truth, but some people just can't understand it. They only care about self-protection, but they don't Letting others reason with you and using your power to oppress others is to lose the true heart of a Buddhist."
Then the old monk turned to the woman, put his hands together and saluted, "Female donor, there is no need to worry. Your husband just had too much energy and was tired and cold from standing in the snow. His body and bones are not seriously injured. The people in the temple had wrong thoughts before, so he still needs to It's strange that I didn't teach deeply, and I'm really ashamed. Now that I've entered the temple, I asked Pingchen to find a guest room, and asked the two of them to stay first. Although the daily meal in the temple is not rich, it can still be eaten. I think it’s Lao Na who is apologizing, but I don’t know what Shi’s idea is.”
"Thank you, Master." The plump woman stopped her sadness, saluted, and then led the carriage and horse to the guest room.
The old monk entered the Zen room in one step.
"Master Zhizang of the first hall, you three will come with me to the main hall to talk about it." The monks were meditating on the Buddhist scriptures, when someone shouted something loudly and disturbed the Zen room. Some monks just turned around and realized that the abbot had already disappeared. After returning to the temple, I had to sit cross-legged again and chant sutras to calm my mind.
The first one followed first, the middle-aged monk in the middle, and the young monk wearing only monk's robes last. Together with the very tall abbot in front, the four of them slowly walked to the back of the main hall.
"First step forward, Master Pingqi and Pingkong Zhizang, please wait for a while." The old monk said, regardless of the plans of the other three people, he walked straight into the back of the main hall, and the bright yellow cassock disappeared in a flash. The figure suddenly became empty.
The main hall is the most tranquil place in the entire Bell Tower ancient temple, where the golden bodies of Buddha, Bodhisattva and warriors are enshrined. If you want to say which part of the ancient temple is the main hall, the main hall is the most important. Except for important events, most monks will not enter the main hall. , so as not to disturb the Buddha’s purity, this has been the case for several years. This time, the abbot did not enter the main hall. Instead, he went straight through the side door of the main hall and stepped into the wooden house where incense was offered to view the golden body of the Buddha.
"Unfortunately, how many years have we not seen each other?" The old monk shook his feet gently, shaking off the broken ice on the monk's shoes, and turned around and said with a smile.
The leader, Bu Hui, was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his hands and answered, "Bu Hui hasn't seen my senior brother for about six years."
The first one traveled around the world for three years. When he did not return, the abbot also went on the road. The two merged into one place, which happened to be six years.
"As the saying goes, a Zen mind can be cultivated in ten years, and six years can be considered as half of the Zen mind practice. Brother Buhui, you might as well ask yourself, have you ever made the monks in Zhongtai Temple establish a Zen mind." The old monk continued, but his face darkened. "If the monks in the temple are confused for a moment, how can you, the leader of the sermon, follow the trend? Saving a life is better than losing seven chapters of the Buddha's picture. From the moment you step into the door of Buddhism, you should be engraved in your heart, not to mention the benefactor with his female family. When we enter the temple, even if we get drunk and beat the gate and smash all the vajra lotus bodies, what will happen?"
To the ears of outsiders, these words seemed to be just ordinary words, but to Bu Hui's ears, they were like thunder piercing his ears. He almost lost his balance and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, shut up, such words in the Buddhist hall are disrespectful. "
The old monk shook his head, his expression difficult to distinguish, "It is disrespectful to know that a person is facing adversity but not to overcome it. Junior brother, you are really not allowed to be pedantic. If he wants to learn the sword, teach him the sword. If he wants to learn the gun, teach him the gun. This is not the right thing to do. Buddhist disciples, let people freeze to death outside? You are Buddhist disciples. The Buddha cut off meat and fed it to eagles, which is known all over the world. But you see people dying and ignore them. You only care about the temple's rules and are bound by all kinds of rules. This is That’s why Taoism has a better reputation today than Buddhism.”
Buhui was silent for a long time.
"Junior brother knows his mistake."
"Senior brother, do you really want to teach him martial arts?" When the first one was about to go out, he turned around and asked.
"The young benefactor just now withstood the encirclement of more than 20 caravans all by himself, all because I relieved him of his inner energy. Although the use of guns and sticks is not a great achievement, the benefactor is not bad at all. If he can taste the benefits, it will not be a big success. Are you going to worship me like crazy?" The old monk chuckled, as if mentioning the benefactor who had been waiting for half a month in the snow, his mood became more than a little better, his face beamed with smiles, and he turned into a Buddha.
"Seriously?" Buhui raised his eyebrows.
"I have been entrusted by others. I haven't had many close friends for most of my life. It's hard to refuse to do something for an old friend. Besides, I'm still young. I have worshiped Buddha all my life. I always want the junior to go out and see the world that I have always been thinking about, and travel around. Over the years, I still haven’t seen enough.”
Bu Hui softly recited a Buddha's name, resigned and left the house.
The name of the abbot of Zhongtai ancient temple is not empty.
The six roots of Buddhism are pure and everything is empty. According to the teaching, this should not be the case.
But in this world, there are always some things that are not empty, such as the thoughts in the heart, such as the rivers and lakes in dreams.
The sky is vast and the earth is vast, a reed can cross the river.
