Chapter 157 Destined to meet each other thousands of miles away

Style: Historical Author: The Eleventh Young Master of HongmenWords: 2159Update Time: 24/01/11 22:06:52
Faru was shocked when he heard that Zhang Shaofei was so right and his words were extraordinary. He originally wanted Zhang Shaofei to make a fool of himself in front of Elder Hua Qing and everyone, but it had the opposite effect. He had no choice but to say "hmm" and left the mill in frustration.

One day, Zhang Shaofei went to the Buddhist hall to listen to Elder Huaqing's sermon.

Hundreds of monks in the Buddhist hall sat quietly on the ground, listening attentively.

Elder Hua Qing was sitting cross-legged on the pulpit, meditating and narrating the Diamond Sutra: "'One should live without dwelling in his mind.' This sentence in the Diamond Sutra means to do everything with an unfettered mind. . That is to say, when you are happy, you are not bound by happiness; when you are sad, you are not bound by sadness." "Diamond Sutra" also says that 'a mind should be born without dwelling', and the word 'dwelling' means that the mind stops somewhere. Chu means to be attracted by something, which is the root cause of confusion..."

Zhang Shaofei listened quietly, and his dry heart was nourished as if it was met with sweet rain. This principle of "seeing one's nature and becoming a Buddha" that "everything in existence is inseparable from happiness" became the golden rule for Zhang Shaofei to vigorously promote Dharma in Huilin in the future.

When Zhang Shaofei finished listening to the Buddhist scriptures and walked out of the Buddhist hall, he met a new monk.

This monk has a muscular appearance, a wide mouth and a big face, and a hairy black mole on his left cheek. Ah, this person is both strange and familiar.

Zhang Shaofei frowned and thought for a while, and finally figured it out, then stepped forward and saluted: "Excuse me, senior brother, are you Chen Huiming from Cangzhou, Hebei?"

The monk blinked his bell-like eyes: "My common name is Chen Huanlie. I'm a newbie here. How do you know me?"

"We met in Qiu County many years ago." Zhang Shaofei went on to talk about the "competition" that year.

After hearing this, Chen Huiming suddenly realized. He patted his bald head with his hand and grinned: "Ahem, look at me, a reckless man. Even you can't recognize me."

"It's not all your fault. The world is fleeting, and life is like a moon. Over the years, you and I have undergone great changes in all aspects." Zhang Shaofei said to him.

Chen Huiming patted Zhang Shaofei's shoulder with his hand: "I didn't expect to meet you in Dongchan Temple."

"This is called 'meeting thousands of miles apart'!" Zhang Shaofei then asked about his situation after the breakup in Qiuxian County.

"Life is like a dream!" Chen Huiming sighed first, and then talked about his life journey after parting.

After Chen Huiming's "competition" in Qiu County, he went north to join the army. He was superb in martial arts and always took the lead in charging into battle. Whenever Ming Jin withdrew his troops, his sword had been curled and stained with the enemy's dripping blood. After successfully rescuing a driver, he was promoted to a fourth-grade general. However, Chen Huiming was a forthright man with a fiery personality. He was soon ostracized and attacked by his colleagues. He felt that officialdom was not a place for him to stay for a long time, and he felt that his killing sin was too heavy, so he became a monk in the north, became a monk, and his Buddhist name was Huiming. Later, I heard that Elder Huaqing of Dongchan Temple in Qizhou had a profound spiritual practice, so he went south alone to Dongchan Temple, hoping to obtain the true biography of Elder Huaqing.

When Zhang Shaofei heard the story about Chen Huiming in the past and Huiming today, he lamented the dangers of the world and the hardships of life.

After the two had a heart-to-heart talk, they each went back to their homes.

As soon as Huiming arrived at Dongchan Temple, his second senior brother Faru saw that he looked calm but intimidating, and his speech was carefree. After a little research, I knew that he possessed peerless martial arts.

Faru, who is familiar with the world and is very scheming, knows that if he wants to ascend the throne of Huizu in the future, he must recruit a group of wings. This martial artist with strong martial arts and simple mind is one of the best candidates.

According to the temple rules of Tozenji Temple, new monks who enter the temple must first do tasks such as carrying water, collecting firewood, pounding rice, and grinding flour.

As soon as Huiming entered the temple, Fa Ru advised Elder Huaqing: "Now the mountains and rivers are in turmoil, and thieves are on the rise. It is extremely important to protect the safety of the temple from being looted by thieves. This Huiming was originally a fourth-grade general. , once galloped among the swords, swords, trees, and the smoke of war. If you let him do some chores, it would be a secret and a waste of talents. It would be more beneficial to Dongzen Temple to let him serve as the foreman of the monks who protect the temple. "

Elder Hua Qing listened to Fa Ru's explanation and nodded in agreement.

Faru immediately found Huiming, with a smile on his face: "All newcomers to the temple must do hard work for three years according to the temple regulations. Of course you are no exception."

Huiming pushed up the sleeves of his monk's robe and said boldly, "Then I'll do it."

Faru waved his hand: "No, no."

Huiming blinked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Faru smiled and said: "In the past, a horse could win a thousand-mile horse. I, Faru, am a man of discerning talent, and I will not let you settle for a low position with only your talents in vain. I have informed the elders that from now on you will be the foreman of the monks who protect the temple." !”

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for your support." Huiming clasped his hands in fists and bent down to bow. Although he had escaped into Buddhism, he still retained his heroic and chivalrous spirit.

Faru patted him on the shoulder: "I have a keen eye for recognizing talents. I hope you will not let down my good intentions."

Huiming slapped his chest with his hands and made a "dong, dong" sound, and vowed: "If you receive a drop of kindness from others, you should repay it with a spring. Even if I tie a grass ring in the future, I will repay you, second senior brother."

Give him a peach and repay him with a plum. This Huiming later became Faru's right-hand man.



The dandelions in the mountains once bloomed and scattered. The camellias bloomed and faded by the stream.

Outside the window of Abbot Hua Qing's room, a few old knots were added to the thick trunk of the Bodhi tree, making it look even more gnarled.

Elder Hua Qing has been coming to Dongchan Temple for decades. He gradually feels that he is old and unable to do what he wants. In order for the Zen Forest to have a long history and for the Wisdom Teaching to flourish, one must be selected from among the disciples, given the mantle and mantle, and become the heir of the Wisdom Teaching. This disciple must have pure six roots, excellent virtues, and be proficient in Buddhist principles and wisdom. Therefore, Elder Hua Qing often went into the monk's house, talked with his disciples, secretly observed their conduct and virtue, and also asked some difficult questions for assessment.

The sun shoots down countless scorching hot arrows from high in the sky, and the earth is like a big fire pit.

The low tile-roofed monk's room was even more scorching hot.

In the monk's room, the monks shook their palm fans vigorously, but they could not cool down their hot bodies.

Zhang Shaofei, Hui Qing and others who were grinding in the mill were even more uncomfortable.

There are only monks and male laymen in the temple, not a single woman. At this time, Zhang Shaofei, who was feeling hot and uncomfortable, and his fellow apprentices one by one, took off the black clothes and put them together with the gray monk robes.

Zhang Shaofei's upper body was bare, and beads of sweat flowed down his smooth waist like a trickling stream. The dust raised during grinding sticks to the skin of the face and neck, clogging the pores and making people feel depressed and uncomfortable.

Huiqing was already overworked and the heat was scorching. As she continued to work, she fainted next to the stone.

Zhang Shaofei rushed over and massaged the "Renzhong" acupuncture point under his nostrils for him. After a while, Hui Qing slowly woke up.

At this moment, the monk on duty shouted loudly outside the mill: "It's time to divide the pears! It's time to divide the pears!" The monk on duty walked around every corner of the temple.

Zhang Shaofei, Huiqing and others put on their clothes and came to a lawn in front of the main hall.

On one side of the lawn, there are large and small baskets filled with green pears.