Huiming was a careless monk who didn't read much. He blinked his big eyes with murderous intent and asked Ding Chongfeng beside him: "What does this verse mean?"
According to the schedule, Ding Zongfeng came to start painting this morning. He has brought his brushes and various pigments and is ready to paint "Lengjia's Transformation Picture" and "Huaqing Elder's Bloodline Picture" on the wall of the south corridor.
Unexpectedly, someone had already arrived first and wrote such a verse on the wall. After reading it, Ding Gongfeng felt that the verse was generally good, but it still seemed to lack something. Moreover, this is within the Buddhist sect. He has long heard that the monks in Dongchan Temple are divided into cliques, so he cannot make any comments at will, so as not to cause trouble.
So, he declined: "You also know that I am just a painter. I don't have a deep understanding of poetry and poetry. I don't understand the Buddhist verses and Tao as much as a cow eats peonies. You might as well ask. This is the master." He pointed to an old monk beside him.
The name of the old monk who was over sixty years old was Zen Master Huayu. Before he became a monk, he was a knowledgeable scholar and was considered one of the most educated monks in the temple. He has come to Dongzen Temple to seek refuge with the Fifth Patriarch for nearly 20 years. He ranks fourth among the top ten disciples of the Fifth Patriarch. On weekdays, he is considered a kind-hearted person and is supported by all the monks.
So, Huiming came to Zen Master Huayu and said, "Brother Huayu, please explain it to us."
Zen Master Huayu pointed to the verses on the wall and gave the simplest explanation: "The body is like a tree of Zen wisdom that has enlightened the Tao, and the heart is like a mirror like the bright moon, so you have to look at it regularly so that the Zen and wisdom in your mind can shine. .”
Feng Gang opened his throat and shouted: "Oh, this verse is so well written!" He intended to add fuel to the fire.
Huiming's gaze was piercing: "Brother Huayu, do you think this verse is well written?"
"Good! Good!" Zen Master Huayu nodded in admiration. "In just four sentences, the importance of practice is vividly expressed. I have read hundreds of volumes of Buddhist scriptures, and I have never seen anyone who can use such few words to describe Zen. Hui explained it so insightfully and thoroughly.”
Zen Master Huayu is a talented scholar, which is recognized in Dongzen Temple. Now, after listening to his explanation, many people have also gained understanding and were amazed.
Some people were cheering loudly.
Some juniors who have written verses have already hidden their verses in their arms, waiting for an opportunity to post them on the south corridor.
Now, compared with Fa Ru's verse, I feel like a pheasant seeing a beautiful phoenix, not on the same level at all. The restless heart calmed down, and I no longer dared to take out the verses I had hidden.
A young monk couldn't stop his curiosity and said: "There is no name written on this verse. Guess who could have written it?"
There was a rude monk named Tianhong. He patted the young monk's smooth and blue bald head with his palm and said, "Of course it was written by a learned man in the temple. How can you, a small and stupid mind like yours, think of it?" Can you come up with such high-level verses?"
"This is the same, this is the same," the little monk grinned, and after smiling innocently, he mocked the rude monk, "Senior brother, don't just laugh at me. You are so big, you can just ask you to carry water and wood. If you were asked to write such a verse, would you be able to write it?"
Tianhong patted his chest carelessly and said, "I am a rough man. If you ask me to carry four buckets of water by myself, I dare to agree. But asking me to write such a verse is even harder than climbing to the sky!"
The conversation between the two caused everyone to laugh.
In the Zen room, Elder Hua Qing heard a lot of people outside, followed by bursts of cheers, and felt strange: Although the south corridor is a passage, it adds a little solemnity and sanctity because it is close to the elder's room. Therefore, it is very quiet on weekdays. With fewer people arriving, it seems even more peaceful. Why is there so much noise today?
Elder Hua Qing opened the door and walked out with a staggering step, leaning on his Zen staff.
Elder Hua Qing: "Disciples, what exactly happened?"
When all the disciples saw that Elder Hua Qing was coming, they immediately moved out of the way to let Elder Hua Qing come in front of them.
Elder Hua Qing looked up and saw verses written on the white wall. The handwriting was strong and powerful, and there was a slight element of running script among the dragons and phoenixes in cursive script. Although the author's name was not written on this verse, after carefully savoring the content of the verse and looking at the handwriting, Elder Hua Qing judged: "This verse was written by Faru." But he did not tell the truth. expose.
Elder Hua Qing moved his eyes away from the white wall and searched around. On weekdays, no matter what happens, as long as he appears in front of everyone, Fa Ru will arrive in time and will definitely stand by his side. This is the responsibility that he should fulfill as the second senior brother, and it is also an excellent opportunity for Faru to express himself in front of the monks. But this time. Faru did not appear by his side.
"Where has he been? Could it be that such a sensational thing happened in the temple and he was indifferent?" At this time, Elder Hua Qing, although he was over sixty years old, still had sharp eyes like an eagle. Suddenly, he stood out from the crowd. An extremely familiar figure was discovered in the gap. Yes, he was none other than Faru!
At this time, Fa Ru looked haggard, and his eyes had lost their former aggressive luster, which was obviously due to his exertion and excessive thinking in recent days. In addition, he did not show up as usual today. Instead, he hid in a place not far away and peeked out from time to time. Obviously, he was observing the trends here to determine the next steps to be taken, and what he had done for himself. There is a way out.
This time, when Faru's eyes met Elder Hua Qing's, he did not bravely come forward as usual, but instead hurriedly moved away in fear.
"Yes, this verse must have been written by Fa Ru!" Elder Hua Qing speculated from Fa Ru's confused and anxious expression, which further confirmed his opinion.
Elder Hua Qing's analysis is penetrating and pointed directly at people's hearts.
But Elder Hua Qing did not express his feelings in front of everyone, but kept shouting: "Okay! This is a rare and good verse. Although it is not signed, one thing is unquestionable, it came from our Dongchan Temple The hands of a monk.”
Elder Hua Qing read it gently and nodded frequently. After thinking for a while, he turned to Ding Zongzong and said with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry for having you come from such a far away place. The Buddhist scriptures say that all shapes and appearances are false. Let me leave this poem. This verse is a warning for people to read and learn, and if they practice according to this verse, they can avoid falling into evil ways. In this way, this verse is more useful than painting a picture."
Ding Gongfeng was also a layman and could understand the thoughts of Master Huaqing very well, so he nodded happily.
Elder Hua Qing asked the waiter to fetch some money as compensation for Ding Zongfeng's wasted trip.
After sending Ding's offering away, Elder Hua Qing said to the little novice monk who was serving him, "Bring the incense and candles quickly."
"Yes." The little novice monk responded and quickly brought incense and candles.
Elder Hua Qing personally put three sticks of incense in front of the verse, lit the candle, and took the lead in reciting the verse with a solemn expression:
As a Zen wisdom tree,
The heart is like a bright moon mirror.
Take care of me at all times,
Zen wisdom brings brilliance.
