When Ping Qi entered the house, he was worried: during the time when the abbot was traveling, he, the head of the hall, had not done many good deeds. Although he held a high position and studied Buddhist scriptures every day, he asked himself, what is the temple? Incense, which was not very prosperous in China, became even more bleak after the abbot left. As the leader of the hall, he was somewhat unworthy of his position. Therefore, when he entered the house, the nearly middle-aged master of the ancient temple even raised his head, lowered his eyebrows and nodded.
"Ping Qi, how many years have passed since you entered Buddhism?" The old monk had just shaken off the remaining ice on his shoes. He did not turn around, but looked towards the golden body of the Buddha in the main hall. The scattered sunlight reflected on the golden body. Above, it is even brighter and brighter.
The hall leader lowered his eyebrows in reply, still not daring to raise his head, "Back to the abbot, this young monk has been a convert since he was a young man. It has been thirty-six years now. Although he is not proficient in Buddhism, although he is said to be incomprehensible and stupid, he still has some insights. .”
It took the old monk a while to answer the question, and his words were extremely cold, "I haven't asked you about your Buddhist practice yet."
Ping Qi nodded more and more.
Zen Master Buping turned around and looked at the master of the hall who had been a father for many years as if he had left the secular world. He said in a deep voice, "Back then, I traveled around Zihao and brought you back to this ancient Zhongtai Temple from a deserted and ruined temple. It has been supported for sixteen years, but when you are young and do not know who your parents are, you have traveled many places and returned them to Zihao. After more than four years, you can find out where your parents are."
"Your father is an official of the imperial court. Although his family background is not very prominent, he still holds an important position. However, because of his violation of the rules, he made the top officials jealous and ended up with everyone in his family being executed. You are the only one. He was still young and was hidden in a side temple, so he survived." The area around the main hall was deserted, and the old monk's words were like thunder falling on the ground, echoing longer and longer.
Ping Qi trembled all over and clenched his fists.
"Sit down." The abbot cleared the ground and sat upright on the futon. He calmly looked at Ping Qi, who had an incomprehensible expression on the side, then closed his eyes and said softly, "When you were young, I always thought about it, if you were ordained and became a monk. The temple, probably because of some incompetence. More than ten years have passed since the incident of copying and beheading, but you are just a young man, and you can find out the details on your own, which shows that you are very capable. But after the investigation, you returned to the temple to be ordained and became a monk. Converting to Buddhism really impressed me."
"The world of mortals is so complex that it's hard to let it go. I thought you had escaped the golden lock and traveled thousands of miles, but for the next few decades, your Zen mind was not pure. I am also to blame for this, and I didn't realize it until today. You have never broken away from that jade rope." The old monk shook his head slightly and sighed, "The poem says that spring is late, and I am picking Qi Qi. The word Qi means redundant and complicated. I gave you the Buddhist name Ping Qi. My original intention is that you can clear away all kinds of attachments and miscellaneous feelings and diligently practice Buddhism, but now they have all turned into shadows."
"Disciple is not trapped by the world." After hesitating for a long time, Ping Qi, who had been the master of the hall for ten years, spoke in a trembling voice. Although his expression was sad and tears were streaming down his face, he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.
The old monk no longer sat cross-legged, but stood up on his own, shook out his yellow monk robe, turned around and walked out. Before leaving, he only left a few words, "Because of these two words, I lost my parents and have no home to return to." , so I insist on the word "rules" and follow the rules everywhere. Even if my life is at stake, I don't want to destroy the rules and precepts of this ancient Zhongtai temple. All the things here are caused by mental obstacles."
"Why bother?"
Ping Kong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, felt anxious in his heart. After all, temple rules are temple rules. Even if you advocate a clear conscience, you will inevitably feel uneasy. The rules of the Zhongtai ancient temple were established by the abbot a hundred years ago. Anyone who violates the rules of the temple will not be punished, no matter how big or small, let alone an ordinary Zhizang.
Not to mention whether one is proficient in the Buddhist teachings or not, it would take twenty days and nights to get a rough outline of it in one's mind, let alone use it for one's own use. Probably because of his poor memory, this young monk would always light candles in the dead of night and read at night. He even knocked over candles once and almost burned his bedding. He was often mentioned by other monks.
The abbot strode out and saw Ping Kong who was still waiting outside. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know that going beyond the temple rules is a big mistake? Not to mention how much punishment you will receive. If the elders want to sweep you out of Zhongtai Temple, they will not do it." It’s not nonsense, even if I have the intention to protect you, it’s still like adding water to stop the boiling water.”
Pingkong kept mumbling, until Abbot Fukong walked past him, his expression changed slightly, so he stopped and asked.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
The young monk bowed deeply and his words were unshakable.
"Thanks to the abbot's care and guidance for many years, Pingkong has no regrets about this matter even though his qualifications are dull and it is difficult for him to familiarize himself with Buddhist scriptures."
The snow cleared up and the sun was bright. An old monk looked at the square monk's robes folded in his hands and laughed inexplicably.
One Buddhist temple, one ancient temple, how can it not be a small river and lake?
Three days later, the military camps at Qiling Border Pass and Xia Song Border Pass were all shaken.
Over the past few years, numerous caravan bandits have become a common phenomenon on the border. Although they are not brave enough to invade the border, allowing the caravan to rob homes and rob merchants and travelers is naturally a disgrace to the soldiers at the border between the two countries. . As a soldier of a country, he cannot protect the people, and he will curse everyone.
Unfortunately, the situation was so serious that Qi Ling and Xia Song were not really on friendly terms. Their armies marched straight into the border, and the generals from the two countries did not dare to make any mistakes. As a result, the annihilation of the caravan bandits was put on hold.
But in the past two days, numerous groups of bandits rushed to the pass on their own, empty-handed and without weapons. Many horse gangs even plundered the remaining gold and silver goods of the merchants, and also carried their chariots and horses to the city, asking for help. A group of garrison soldiers let him go. Most of the bandits and rogues went to the border gates on their own within two days. Some of them even burst into tears and begged the soldiers to arrest them and take them to the government. Even if they were tattooed and sent to the government, they would be better than those at the border. While hiding in Tibet, I was in a state of panic and it was hard to control myself.
"Damn it, is it possible that there are some evil spirits in the border? This group of desperate thieves were frightened to this point. They are so evil." A Qiling guard cursed and kicked away a bandit who was covered in chaff. The latter's eyes were blind. God, just cowering on the ground, muttering something.
"But it is indeed comfortable." The military man grinned, then called to Pao Ze and escorted the thieves to the city gate.
A hundred miles away, in a bandit stronghold, an old monk dressed in bright yellow monk's robes, using some unknown means, walked to the front of the stronghold and proclaimed Buddhism loudly.
The gangsters in the village just thought that the bald ladle cultivator in front of them had gone crazy. They were about to raise the arrow feathers, but they saw the towering village behind them. They asked the old monk to use the big spear in his palm to smash it into pieces. Together with the entire mountain top, they also called the spear point. Sweep off a section.
The light of the spear is one point better than the snow.
People say that Vajra's angry eyes are at their peak, but the Buddha did not lower his eyebrows all the time.
