After hearing this, Wang Biejia dug his ears with his hands and said, "Say it again."
Zhang Shaofei said loudly: "Zen wisdom has no tree."
Wang Biejia pondered: "Zen wisdom tree, Zen wisdom tree, Zen wisdom is a tree! Why do you say that Zen wisdom has no tree?"
This caused the monks who were watching to laugh.
Feng Gang squeezed in front of Zhang Shaofei and said sarcastically: "You said Zen Hui is not a tree. Is it a human, a pig, or a dog?"
Feng Gang's words again triggered bursts of laughter.
A young monk said: "If this is a verse, then can I, a young senior who has only studied for two years and practiced Zen in a monastery for two years, be able to compose a verse?"
"In this way, all of us can compose verses."
"What's the distinction between high and low?"
"Such verses are incomparable to the verses on the wall."
"It's completely different."
"I think this is a ridiculous joke!"
In response to everyone's comments and cynicism, Zhang Shaofei did not give in: "You should listen to me finish reading the verse first."
"A servant is a servant, and an uneducated person means an uneducated person. You have to stand up!"
"The dog's tail continues the ferret, it's nothing to see."
There was an old monk who remained silent. He was Zen Master Huayu, who ranked fourth among the ten disciples of the Fifth Patriarch.
Eight months ago, when Zhang Shaofei first met Elder Hua Qing, he was also present. Zhang Shaofei responded with words, and his earth-shattering philosophy was still fresh in his memory. Later, things like ringing the clock with pears and eating porridge with cakes made him look at the boy who worked as a handyman in the North Courtyard with admiration...
Now, seeing Zhang Shaofei asking Wang Biejia to write a verse for him, his gray eyebrows were furrowed high and his eyes were shining with a deep light. He seemed to smell something from it...
At this time, Zen Master Huayu crowded forward and said, "Zhang Shaofei's verse has not been finished yet, so it is difficult to determine whether it is good or bad. Anyway, the verse is not long, so you can just let him finish it."
Seeing Zen Master Huayu speaking like this, Hui Qing also bravely said: "Yes, let's wait until Zhang Shaofei finishes composing the verse, and then we can comment again."
Some monks also agreed: "Then let him continue to do it."
"Okay, I will write the first sentence of the verse for you." Wang Biejia said as he wrote a line of words on the wall with ashes: Zen wisdom has no tree.
This line of verse is written next to Faru's verse.
Zen Master Huayu asked Zhang Shaofei, "Where is your second verse?"
Zhang Shaofei still slowed down the rhythm of reciting the verse: "The bright moon is not a platform."
Feng Gang reprimanded again: "The bright moon itself is not a stage!"
At this time, Wang Biejia seemed to sense something from it, and stopped Feng Gang: "Don't make a fuss here. Elder Huayu was right just now, let him finish the verse."
After Wang Biejia finished speaking, he wrote a second line of words on the wall with ashes: The bright moon is not a platform.
Zhang Shaofei continued to read the third sentence: "It is not a thing in the first place."
Wang Biejia: "What about the fourth sentence?"
Zhang Shaofei: "Where does the brilliance come from?"
Wang Biejia became more and more frightened as he wrote. Almost every time he wrote a line, he turned back to look at Zhang Shaofei respectfully. When he wrote the last sentence, his hands were shaking with excitement.
After writing the last word, Wang Biejia threw the ashes on the ground, took two steps back, looked around, connected the four verses and recited them loudly:
Zen wisdom has no tree.
The bright moon is also not a platform.
Originally it was not a thing.
Where does the brilliance come from?
Obviously, Zhang Shaofei composed this verse on the spot based on his own understanding of Zen Buddhism and following the rhyme of Fa Ru's verse.
Some monks who knew a few words but had poor understanding laughed heartily after reading this verse: "Our body and mind are clearly here. We sit quietly and practice meditation every day in order to make Zen wisdom shine. Why? Are you telling lies with your eyes open and saying there is nothing?"
Other monks also agreed: "That's right, if we follow the teaching of this verse, we don't need to sit in meditation, nor do we need to purify our minds and meditate."
"Yes, then what's the use of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name? We might as well go home and plow the fields and grow vegetables!"
A word from you, a word from me, and the criticism and attack on Zhang Shaofei's verses are once again...
Standing under the verse, Wang Bijia's heart was like boiling water: This verse with so much literary talent and profound Zen ideas could actually be composed on the spot by a handyman in a temple? This is simply unbelievable, unbelievable. !
Zhang Shaofei ignored the jeers of the monks and asked Wang Biejia, "How did I do with this verse?"
Wang Biejia, who had always believed in Zen, could not imagine that this so-called illiterate servant could be so penetrating into his heart, and his words contained thunder.
"This... this..." Wang Biejia, who was still stunned, became tongue-tied. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence, "You really can't tell a person's appearance!"
After Zen Master Huayu recited this verse repeatedly, he couldn't help but feel the same way and murmured: "This verse has a unique insight, yes! People cannot be judged by their appearance, nor can they be judged by their appearance!"
It turned out that the monk who had been reprimanding Zhang Shaofei heard what Wang Biejia and Zen Master Huayu said, so he recited Zhang Shaofei's verses repeatedly, thinking that some smart monks had already had a premonition of something, and looked at this man with astonishment. A very inconspicuous and humble rice-pounding handyman.
Zhang Shaofei saw Wang Biejia's appearance, and after saluting him, he urged him again and again: "I hope Master Wang Biejia can give me some advice."
"I'm from outside Dongzen Temple, so let your elders and senior brothers make the assessment." On this occasion, Wang Biejia, who had been in the officialdom for many years, did not express his feelings directly. Instead, he buried his thoughts. Get up, just vaguely put off the matter...
Suddenly, Wang Biejia plopped down on his knees in front of Zhang Shaofei, and prostrated himself to the ground...
The little novice monk shouted in surprise: "Wow, this boy is really good at gatha! Even Master Zhang, a great talent in Jiangzhou, paid homage to him! Come and see!" Upon hearing this, the monks such as Faru, Yingyin, Xuanzhu and so on They came around one after another.
An old monk said: "It's really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. This Zhang Shaofei has such wisdom within a few months of coming to the temple!"
Another person said: "People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. I heard that when he first arrived at Dongchan Temple, he had extraordinary insights. Could it be that he is really a physical Bodhisattva?" Faru came over and recited Zhang Shaofei silently. gatha, the expression on his face is extremely complex. Huiming grabbed him and asked, "Second Senior Brother, how does this verse compare to Second Senior Brother's?"
Faru said angrily: "You don't know how to see it yourself!"
The noise from the crowd alerted Elder Hua Qing, who was meditating in the room.
Elder Hua Qing, surrounded by monks, walked over with a Zen staff. When he saw a group of people making noisy noises around the wall of the south corridor, he stepped forward.
When everyone saw the elder arriving, they all made way and became silent.
After reading the verse, the muscles on Elder Hua Qing's face suddenly trembled. I couldn't help but admire in my heart: "This verse is so concise and concise, transcending the ordinary and directly pointing to the true nature."
All the monks asked: "Elder, how do you write this verse?"
Elder Hua Qing's heart was boiling like boiling water at this time. He did not directly answer the monks' questions. He just pointed at the verse and asked lightly: "Who wrote this?"
Everyone had been watching Elder Hua Qing and saw that his expression was not stable, so no one responded.
Elder Hua Qing raised his voice again: "Who wrote this verse?"
Zen Master Huayu pointed at Zhang Shaofei and replied: "He did it."
Elder Hua Qing's heart skipped a beat, but he looked confused on his face: "No, Zhang Shaofei can't read, and although the words on the wall are written in ashes, they are made of iron and silver hooks, and they are powerful. They look very similar. It's Wang Biejia's handwriting."
