Xu Jinyu sat on his knees for a whole day, not even a grain of rice or a gourd of water was taken in. He always carried two very heavy buckets of well water on his shoulders. , the sound of rocks touching against each other came from the barrel, breaking the silence in the Zen room.
The abbot had heard about this a long time ago and ordered the monks to go back to their rooms. There is no need to be in the Zen room to chant sutras today, just reflect on yourself. If you are confused, just ask the first abbot in the future. Only the man will be thrown into it. Ask one word.
Today, the little novice monk Pingchen took advantage of his time to clean the courtyard and went to the Zen room to have a look. He was so frightened that the little novice monk almost took a few steps back and fell to the bottom of the steps. The abbot said, "I have seen the abbot. Alchemist Xu has been sitting on his knees with a bucket in the Zen room for a whole day. Now he looks extremely miserable and his muscles are rolling. I am afraid that he will faint and die if he cannot hold on for a few more hours. The abbot once said that monks Being merciful and letting the donor ignore it is different from mercy.”
The old monk closed the Buddhist scriptures, put the scroll of Buddhist scriptures back to its original place with great care, and slowly walked out from the corridor. Apart from the hanging bell, the Bell Tower Ancient Temple is most famous for its Sutra Collection Building. On the three floors, there are so many scriptures that ordinary people cannot read them all in half a lifetime: from the time when the Five Religions were prosperous to contemporary scriptures, It seems that traces can always be found among these three floors.
More than ten thousand volumes.
Zen Master Fukong stepped out from Ruhai Sutra and looked at Pingchen, who was peering around. His face was full of joy. He shook his head and sighed, "Don't look at the Buddhist teachings written by eminent monks in the past. Some people probably thought early on that they have read Buddhism for most of their lives. Classics, in fact, in the end, I found that I can figure out many things. If I agree with something, I still agree with it after reading it tens of thousands of times; if I don’t agree with the statement, I still don’t agree with it after more than ten years, so what does it do?”
"Three thousand Buddha kingdoms will arise and perish as soon as a thought occurs. There are always those who agree and those who disagree with their thoughts. Rather than writing a book to express my thoughts, it is more pretentious than to add the words "I think, I agree, but actually agree" in front of everything. Whether it is or not has nothing to do with Buddhism. Always trying to guess what the Buddha is thinking and trying to praise and show off is a very low-level thing."
An old man and a young child slowly walked down the Buddhist scripture building. Just as they were passing the second floor, Zen Master Fu Kong stepped lightly, pulled off a monk's robe, and covered it with the old monk with a withered face, who was taking a nap while holding a Buddhist scripture. Also tiptoeing downstairs.
He was clearly of extremely strong stature, but his movements were as light as a butterfly flying through flowers.
"What Pingchen just said about compassion is indeed true, but why would I be willing to expel this benefactor Xu from the door?" The old monk walked outside the Zen room and saw that the treetops had turned yellowish, so he knew that the bell tower The mountain top of the temple is relatively high, and the autumn weather probably comes faster than outside. There is a slight hint of desolation in his tone.
"I think it has been a while since I first left the temple to wander around. Although I have encountered some rules and regulations, I have also made countless old friends, seen the vastness of the world, and seen the right and wrong in the rivers and lakes. I always think about it. Although that boy Xu is a bit noisy on weekdays, he is probably not lovable. After all, most of the monks in the monastery are of a disinterested nature. When he makes such a fuss, I think only the first junior brother and I can stand it."
Pingchen heard clearly, opened his eyes wide, and asked happily, "Abbot Abbot, have you ever been to Jianghu?"
The old monk glanced sideways at the young monk, "Why do you look down on me? Others can go, why can't I go?"
The little novice monk rubbed his palms and smiled, "What is there in the world? Is there a temple as big as our Zhongtai Temple?"
The old monk chuckled, "Yes, in addition to the monastery, there are immortals who can control swords, there are masters of internal boxing who can kick off copper pillars as thick as the mouth of a bowl with a single blow of Qi, and there are also masters who can mount a horse and charge with a single spear. I have seen with my own eyes many of the fierce generals who faced tens of thousands of enemies. But I have also seen the strong men suffering from hard labor and taxes, who were as hungry and thin as ghosts. I have also seen the widows and orphans. I have seen evil people running rampant in the countryside, and I have seen the arrogant and domineering horse thieves and bandits. , wielding a knife to take people’s heads.”
"There are many people and things in the world, and it is always necessary to distinguish between good and bad. There are good things, but not all bad things. This is the case in the rivers and lakes, but it attracts countless people to compete like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, and the big waves wash away the sand, and it lasts for thousands of years."
The old monk slowly sat down on the steps, with kind eyes, looking at the abbot of the Zen room, and sighed.
"Rotten trees have taken root. I have long been separated from Zhongtai Temple, but I have never forgotten Jianghu. This person, Benefactor Xu, looks very much like me at the beginning. How can I not be happy about it."
Pingchen was puzzled, "Then if that's the case, why did you force Almsgiver Xu to go down the mountain?"
Zen Master Fukong touched the top of Pingchen's round head and said with a faint smile, "Some things are not what you or I want to do. Jiu is like today's vegetarian meal. You are willing to eat some green dumplings, but today the gang leader did not prepare any. Instead, it is plain porridge and wild vegetables. The old monk intended to keep the donor Xu to stay for a while, but things often did not go as he wished. Various external forces hindered it. It was not easy to maintain a temple. Moreover, with his character, he would not act in his will. How could he stay? .”
The bells rang outside the temple.
Different from the usual bell ringing by the monks, the sound of the bell was so loud that it seemed to shake the whole mountain, causing waves of earth to rise, roaring like a drum.
The ancient bell of Zhongtai Temple rang twenty-six times in succession. On the mountain and down the mountain, all the birds dispersed, leaving only the rolling echo.
"Without seeking enlightenment from the master of the temple, I heard that the abbot of Zhongtai Temple has a profound Buddhist practice as high as a mountain. Today I came here specially to pay homage to the mountain. I hope that the elder can teach me." After the twenty-six bells, the words of a monk resounded in the mountain. Zhongzheng Peaceful, but never said the Buddha's name.
The old monk stood up, shook his head helplessly and said, "Look, this is not a worship mountain. Twenty-six bells are ringing in succession. If there are more, if the ears of the people in the temple are broken, can they still pay money?"
Pingchen's ears were also shaken by the sound of the bell. He shook his head vigorously and looked outside the temple with a frown. He saw a young monk who did not use the bell. At this moment, he slowly lowered his two palms and clasped his hands on his chest.
He actually used his two palms to vibrate the giant bell for dozens of times without changing his expression.
"Pingchen is waiting here. Since people have come from afar to come to our temple to pay homage to the mountain, they should still show their friendship as landlords. It is not disrespectful to say what they have come to but not to go back. This is no exception in the temple." The old monk gestured. When he was about to leave, the hem of his cassock was gently grabbed by Pingchen, and he said timidly, "Abbott, I really like Qingtuanzi. If I have time, why don't I go to the friend's head and say something, add two Qingtuanzi, plain porridge with wild vegetables After eating it for many days, it is really tasteless."
The old monk was stunned, then laughed loudly and said, "Then add some, maybe I haven't eaten for a long time." Then he pulled away.
Not long after, a Buddha's chant shook the Gobi sand and rocks around Zhongtai Temple. The earth waves rolled, but they were also like dragons.
It is rare to take off one's body of Buddha's teachings. The angry eyes of Vajra are more than capable of destroying mountains.
"The abbot of Zhongtai Temple is amazing. I don't ask for the high cultivation of the monks in the temple. If he were to do it all, I'm afraid it would shock the world. It is estimated that as long as most of the hall masters in the temple get out of the temple and establish a sect, he will be able to be ranked among the first-class sects in the world. door, but the abbot seems to have had no trouble coping with it.”
On the distant mountain of Zhongtai Temple, two people had already stood still, looking at the old monk in mid-air. His sleeves were golden, like a golden soup ring surrounding the Buddha's voice, and his momentum was like thunder. They couldn't help but sigh.
"In a monastery that has long been regarded as abandoned by the world, the abbot can actually make countless surrounding hills tremble with the roar of a lion. It is hard not to make people think too much." An old man with a very short stature replied casually, and then became cold. Smiling, "Why don't you guess what level this old abbot is in?"
The man with a grimace on the side shook his head, took out a white stone from his pocket, and played with it, "It's hard to say, it's really hard to say. Looking at the momentum of this method, it should be an extremely domineering method, but I always feel that it only has momentum but insufficient power. It is really difficult to say that the five realms are high and the four realms are a little low."
"Try your hand, naturally you will know, isn't it? Your reputation as Xiao Qianli has been very popular among the earth buildings in recent years. I took this opportunity to explore the depth of the old abbot. I thought it would be easy." The old man raised his eyes and looked up. The man Xiang held the stone in his hand, slightly apprehensive.
It has always been an old saying in the world of martial arts. Although it means deliberately exalting swordsmanship, most people in the world agree with the second half of the sentence: a man with a hidden weapon can't fly a sword unless he is ruthless. Black, in addition to being accurate, the timing and angle also need to be just right, and there should be no mistakes or omissions. This is why it is said.
What's more, what this man is using is not ordinary flying knives and arrows, but flying rocks. Although at first glance it looks round and clear, it is not easy to use it to hurt the enemy and kill him, but the technique is unworldly, and it is supplemented by the cultivation of the three realms. Because one stone can travel a thousand miles, that's why Xiao Qianli got the reputation. Even the old man was very good at it, but when he saw the stone in Xiao Qianli's palm, he still had a headache.
"Look again, the abbot's ability is at least far better than that of the master of the Wuqi Temple. Even if there are two points of affection left in his men who are also Buddhists, this effort should be finished. As for how much effort he has contributed, then It's not too late to try again." The man squinted his eyes and looked at the golden old monk above the mountains, wondering what he was thinking.
It seemed that in just two sticks of incense, the monk who came from the bottom of the mountain was knocked back nearly a hundred steps by the old monk who was standing like an Arhat. His palms were trembling. From the beginning to the end, the old monk only used a pair of cassock sleeves to meet the enemy. A pair of fleshy palms that could shake the twenty-six tolls of a huge bell were printed on the sleeves of the cassock one after another, but the sound of gold and iron continued.
The monk's face was solemn. He waved his hand and took a few steps back. He said solemnly, "The poor monk came here to discuss the Tao. Why did the abbot take action?"
"Discuss the Tao?" The old monk with golden sleeves looked sideways, but he did not have the slightest intention to deceive him. He said lazily, "Those who come to discuss the Tao want to ring the bell three times high and three low, six times in total, and they have to come to the door on their own. The monks from Tonghuyuan informed me that the previous actions were not in line with the Buddhist rules."
"In this case, it is not an exaggeration to say that I will return the remaining twenty bell-ringing claps."
