He opened his eyes wide and observed through the light of lightning: this stone room was not big, about two feet high and three feet wide. What surprised him was that there were stone tables, stone benches, stone incense burners in the stone room, and there were also stone incense burners near the inner wall. There is a flat and wide place, like a stone bed.
What is amazing is that there are water droplets on the top of the rock, which drip endlessly into the stone incense burner. The water is as clear as nectar and never overflows.
The outside of the rock is covered with ferngrass, chicken bone grass, mountain peach, mountain bean and other plants that can be used to satisfy hunger.
Zhang Shaofei breathed a long sigh of relief and was secretly happy. On the way to Guanghuai to get bird's nests, he seemed to be protected by God.
Zhang Shaofei took off his wet clothes, wrung out the water, and set them aside to dry.
He lay on the bed, put his luggage inside, and thought about the series of experiences he experienced after being demoted and exiled...
Outside the stone room, there was thunder and lightning, and it was pouring rain.
Soon, Zhang Shaofei slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.
In the haze, Zhang Shaofei seemed to hear some noise. He suddenly opened his eyes, oh, it was already bright.
The clouds have cleared and the rain has fallen, the mountains and fields have been washed by a night of rain, making them appear bright and green, and the air is particularly fresh.
Looking far into the distance, one can see a green silk-like river sandwiched between green hills on both sides of the bank, winding like a jade belt through hills and ravines.
Along the river, there are rows of villages, hidden in the dense bamboo forest.
The slopes at the foot of the ridge are like dragons;
The mountains and peaks in the distance are filled with smoke, appearing and disappearing.
"Ah, God's creation, why is there such an eagle atmosphere here?" Zhang Shaofei felt quite strange.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the stone room. Zhang Shaofei walked out of the stone room and looked to the right. He saw a woodcutter about forty years old on the mountain road, holding a machete, a straw gun, and bamboo strips, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground. Coming up the mountain.
After the rain, the dirt and decaying leaves on the road make a particularly loud "clicking" sound when someone steps on them.
The woodcutter suddenly saw a man coming out of the stone room. He was startled and asked, "Who are you? How come Chen Liuyou is in this Yingzui Rock?"
Zhang Shaofei bowed his hands and explained: "I passed by this mountain last night and encountered wind and rain, so I had to take shelter here."
When the woodcutter saw that he looked like a scholar, he felt relieved and took a step forward: "Where are you coming from and where are you going?"
"this.....". Zhang Shaofei knew that it was not appropriate to disclose his life experience to the public at this time, so he replied, "My surname is Wang, and my name is A Fei. I am like a wandering wild goose, wandering around the world, calling home all over the world."
"Ah, you turned out to be a wandering wanderer." The woodcutter's sympathy arose spontaneously.
Zhang Shaofei couldn't help but ask again: "Brother, may I ask where this place is?"
The woodcutter pointed to the mountains: "This mountain range is called Fengshan Ridge, this cave is called Yingzui Rock, and the river at the foot of the mountain is called Fengshan River.
"Where is this?" Zhang Shaofei couldn't help asking again.
"Guanghuai!" the woodcutter said straightforwardly.
"Ah! Guanghuai? I came to Guanghuai?" Zhang Shaofei's heartstrings were suddenly touched, and he couldn't help but murmured to himself, "Guanghuai, Guanghuai..."
Seeing him muttering to himself, the woodcutter asked inexplicably: "Guanghuai, Guanghuai, you...are you reciting poetry?"
It turned out that something his father had said to him when he was a child suddenly welled up in Zhang Shaofei's heart: "When you grow up, you should embrace the world."
Zhang Shaofei thought for a long time, then turned to ask the woodcutter: "What do the mountain people here do for a living?"
The woodcutter replied: "Creating mountains to hunt and collect firewood. Why do you ask?"
Zhang Shaofei sighed and said: "I traveled a long way across mountains and rivers, and when I came here, I felt exhausted both physically and mentally, so I wanted to take a rest here."
"This..." The woodcutter raised his head and thought for a moment, let's do this. I have a vacant mud brick house. If you don't mind, please come and live in my house. "This woodcutter is a very enthusiastic person.
Zhang Shaofei had his own opinion and declined: "Brother, I appreciate your kindness. However, I never want to cause trouble to others. What do you think of this Yingzui Rock?"
"This stone room is a quiet place to stay, but it's also lonely." The woodcutter looked at Zhang Shaofei and expressed his opinion.
Zhang Shaofei smiled and said: "I just like peace and quiet."
While chatting, the woodcutter sneezed several times.
Zhang Shaofei was well versed in medical skills and asked with concern: "Brother, do you have a cold?"
"I went out and got caught in the rain a few days ago. When I returned home, I felt very hot all over my body that night. But the trails in the mountainous area were rugged and difficult to navigate, and it was too far to go to the Wei market for medical treatment," the woodcutter recalled.
Zhang Shaofei said with concern: "Brother, you can't put off this illness for a long time."
The woodcutter looked helpless: "What can we do?"
Zhang Shaofei had learned to use mountain herbs to treat diseases from Ding Bo since he was a child. He also knew that there were endless mountain herbs in the mountains that could heal people, so he said, "This mountain is full of mountain herbs that can cure diseases."
The woodcutter was puzzled: "Mountain herbs for treating diseases? The mountains here are full of grass, where can we find any kind of medicine?"
"If you know it, it's medicine, if you don't know it, it's grass." Zhang Shaofei pointed to some weeds on the roadside, "You pick those herbs and go home, boil them and take them, then cover them with a heavy quilt, and you'll be sweating. Your illness will be cured soon."
At this point, the woodcutter, who was dubious, had no choice but to follow Zhang Shaofei to pick mountain herbs and go home with a trying mentality.
The next day, the woodcutter happily came to tell Zhang Shaofei that his cold was really cured.
The woodcutter's name was Wang Xiaoer. In order to thank Zhang Shaofei, he specially invited him to his home.
When the meal started, Wang Xiaoer's wife brought out steaming soup and vegetables, and a rich aroma hit his nostrils.
Zhang Shaofei asked: "Brother, sister-in-law, what kind of soup or dish is this? It smells so good!"
Wang Xiaoer said mysteriously: "This is a famous dish that we mountain people use to entertain distinguished guests. It's called 'dragon, tiger and phoenix'."
Zhang Shaofei couldn't understand that this was a local saying, so he was startled and confused: "Brother, what is 'dragon, tiger, and phoenix'?"
Wang Xiaoer explained proudly: "'Dragon' refers to poisonous snakes, 'tiger' refers to wild cats, and 'phoenix' refers to pheasants. This soup and dish are made from these three kinds of mountain animals, which are very nourishing. Good drink."
Zhang Shaofei couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he thought that the pheasants that originally lived freely in the mountains had become delicacies on the table.
During this meal, Zhang Shaofei endured the temptation of the meaty aroma and did not drink the soup. He did not use his chopsticks to pick up the pheasant meat, but only picked the green vegetables around the meat.
Wang Xiaotwen was very surprised. When asked why, Zhang Shaofei frowned and said, "I never kill animals. When I think of the bloody scene of killing chickens, I feel bad."
After Wang Xiaoer heard this, he felt that what Zhang Shaofei said was quite reasonable.
After that, Wang Xiaoer not only stopped eating pheasants and birds, but also advised other neighbors.
As the story spread, villagers and mountain people came to the mountains to find this "Prince's Doctor" when they were sick. Zhang Shaofei responded to people's requests regardless of day or night, wind or rain, and often collected medicines to treat people's illnesses.
…
On this day, the mountain breeze was refreshing and the sun was shining brightly.
Zhang Shaofei was returning to Jizuiyan after helping the villagers do farm work at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, he saw a middle-aged monk lying on the side of the mountain. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he was dying. He quickly stepped forward and picked off the golden congo on the side of the road. Rub it into pieces and stuff it into his mouth, then press his "renzhong" and rub his meridians.
Not long after, the monk woke up, opened his eyes, saw Zhang Shaofei's charitable face, nodded gratefully to him to express his gratitude, and then asked, "Who are you?"
After Zhang Shaofei bowed, he said: "My surname is Wang, and my name is A Fei. May I ask, master, where are you as a wandering monk?"
The monk's voice was still weak as he replied: "The poor monk's name is Yiwu."
Zhang Shaofei asked: "Which master did you learn Buddhism from?"
Yiwu replied: "I am the disciple of Master Rujue."
Zhang Shaofei had listened to his father reciting the Diamond Sutra since he was a child, and had heard his father tell anecdotes about the Buddhist masters of the past generations. He had also heard the name of Master Awareness, so he asked: "Is it the Sixth Patriarch Huineng who granted permission to stand on his own under his lineage?" Master Rujue from the portal?"
"The Sixth Patriarch Huineng is a figure who connects the past and the future in the history of Zen thought. His Zen thoughts are rich in connotation and practical methods are feasible. The due brothers and convenience of his creation, this Zen practice method has great influence on Fahai and other descendants. Thoughts have a direct impact.
Rujue's practice was full of thoughts of enlightenment. Later generations commented that the "Sixth Patriarch's Altar Sutra", which was dictated by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng and recorded and compiled by his disciple Fahai, was a very comprehensive integration of Buddhist Zen principles and Chinese culture. It was written by a Chinese. It is the only Buddhist sutra revered as a "sutra". "
Zhang Shaofei said with admiration, "The sixth ancestor Huineng had a rough life and many misfortunes. His father Lu Xingtao was the prefect of Fanyang. He was framed by traitors and demoted by the imperial court. He was exiled to Xinzhou in the south and died of poverty and illness. Hui lost his father when he was young. He was able to depend on his mother and sell firewood to make a living. At the age of 24, with the support of eminent monks, he traveled north to Huangmeidong Zen Temple in Hubei Province to meet Hongren, the fifth ancestor of Zen, to learn Buddhism, and finally achieved enlightenment and became the sixth ancestor of Zen."
This mountain man knew so much about Buddhism. Yiwu felt strange: "Ah, you are a layman, how come you know so much about Buddhism?"
"This..." Zhang Shaofei hesitated for a while and said, "I firmly believe in Buddhism and Zen, so I have some knowledge."
Yiwu inquired and asked: "Which school of Zen do you believe in?"
Zhang Shaofei saw that he looked kind and answered bluntly: "Enlightenment."
When he realized it, he was overjoyed: "It turns out we are from the same path."
Zhang Shaofei: "I wonder what master has to say about this?"
"The Third Patriarch put forward 'There is no need to seek truth, only the need to rest and see'. This is the earliest enlightenment Zen method established, and the Fourth Patriarch, the Fifth Patriarch, and the Sixth Patriarch are in the same line..." Yiwu said like a treasure from many families.
As Yiwu continued to speak, his voice became weaker and weaker.
Zhang Shaofei saw that Yiwu was too hungry, so he took out his own dry food for him to eat, and then asked: "How did you come to the deep mountains and old forests of Guanghuailing?"
As soon as I realized that I had eaten dry food, I suddenly felt more energetic. After hesitating for a moment, I saw Zhang Shaofei's kind eyes and kind eyes, and then he answered bluntly: "When I was promoting Buddhism in the mountains at the junction of Anhui and Zhejiang, someone plotted against me."
Zhang Shaofei was puzzled: "Will people be calculated for promoting Buddhism?"
Yiwu sighed: "Some evil people have framed me, saying that I held an illegal gathering and had collusion with the local cult. Now I can't defend myself. The only way is to run away and hide."
"Oh...it turned out to be to avoid disaster." For the sake of caution, Zhang Shaofei did not reveal his true identity to Yiwu, but just asked, "Where do you plan to go now?"
Yiwu looked pious: "When I come here, I don't want to go anywhere else."
Zhang Shaofei was a little confused: "Why?"
Ichigo stood up and pointed down the mountain: "Look!"
As soon as he realized this action, Zhang Shaofei had already understood something and said: "You mean that the mountains and rivers here are unusual."
"Yeah." Ichigo nodded and asked, "Do you feel the same way?"
Zhang Shaofei pointed seriously: "Look, the circular slope at the foot of Guanghuailing is like a futon used by eminent monks to rest their knees. The round and large stones around the base of the pond are arranged in an orderly manner, and they look like strings of Buddhist beads in the hands of monks. The shape of the mound on the side is flat and rounded, resembling the wooden fish used in temples when chanting sutras."
"What you said is like someone from my Buddhist sect, and there is one more thing, it seems..." Ichigo's face showed surprise.
Zhang Shaofei didn't wait for Yiwu to finish speaking, and then continued: "The small hill not far away looks like a gossip, and also resembles a half-open and half-closed scripture; the orderly peaks standing in the distance are called the Thirteen Peaks of Flowers and Stones , you see it filled with smoke, disappearing and appearing, just like the Buddha's land and cave sky, it has a unique artistic conception."
Yiwu listened to Zhang Shaofei's guidance and explanation, and said with sympathy: "The clouds around are steaming and ethereal, making people feel like they are in a place of 'Prajna Samadhi' and 'Unstained Ten Thousand Realms'. The distant mountains are floating in the sea of clouds, and they look like ten thousand things." The Buddha comes to worship. It seems to be a creation of God, and the mountains and rivers given by God have such a strong Buddhist spirit."
Zhang Shaofei nodded sympathetically.
Yiwu laughed: "So, you and the poor monk have the same views?"
Zhang Shaofei laughed "haha" and said, "Didn't you say that we are of the same mind?"
Yiwu and Zhang Shaofei looked at each other and smiled.
Zhang Shaofei pointed at Jizui Rock and sincerely invited: "If you don't mind, come and live with me there."
Yiwu nodded quickly and said: "Being lucky enough to live with the layman Wang is what this poor monk wishes for."
It's rare in life to meet someone you know. Zhang Shaofei and Yiwu settled down at Jizuiyan in Guanghuailing.
Zhang Shaofei and Yiwu met in times of adversity and became quite "comrades". They usually went down the mountain together to help the villagers, plowing and harrowing the fields, doing everything. When we find food, we share it together; when we find spring water, we taste it together; when we encounter difficulties, we discuss them to solve them, and they mostly talk about the scriptures and their meanings, and exchange Zen methods.
After some time, once the injustice he was involved in was clarified, he decided to return to the north and promote Buddhism.
Although Zhang Shaofei was reluctant to leave this Buddhist friend who had been with him day and night, he also knew that everyone had their own ambitions and could not force him.
Once I realized that returning to the north was indeed a good thing for the promotion and spread of Buddhism, I did not stop it.
Before leaving, Yiwu gave Zhang Shaofei the manuscripts "Jue Guan Lun" and "Xin Ming" written by Rujue, saying: "These scriptures are my hard work for many years. Now I leave you with the Zen practice of my ancestors. The experience is good for you. Although I don’t know your past, when I talked about Zen and Taoism with you, I had a vague premonition that you will have an extraordinary future."
