Yingxing said humorously: "They are all Bodhi trees, no matter whether they are Indonesian or Eastern soil."
Fakong said arrogantly: "Humph, you don't know what to measure!"
Yingxing cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Fakong, please give me some advice!"
Fakong said proudly: "Our Faxing Temple is not only the first famous temple in Lingnan, but also famous all over the world. As early as the Three Kingdoms period, this place was turned into a temple and named Wangyuan Temple. All the masters who sailed from India , or Chinese monks who came to India by sea to seek Dharma, most of them settled here. Many years ago, an Indian monk named Kunabhadra Feixi came to Guangzhou and built the altar we are in in the temple. He predicted Said: 250 years later, a physical Bodhisattva will be ordained here. And this Bodhi tree is a sapling brought by another eminent monk, Master Zhiyao, from India and planted here."
Ying Xing pointed to the stone tablet beside him: "Did Master Zhi Yao erect this stone tablet at the same time he planted the bodhi tree?"
Fakong nodded.
Yingxing said: "Look carefully for yourself. He predicted in the inscription that in 170 years, a physical Bodhisattva will be here under the Bodhi tree to teach the supreme Buddha Dharma. Look at the period when the stele was erected and calculate carefully. After calculation, this year is the time when the living Bodhisattva predicted by the two masters will appear..."
Yingxing suddenly stopped talking and stared at something.
Fakong followed his gaze and saw Huineng walking into Faxing Temple calmly and smiling mysteriously at Yingxing with some other meaning.
Yingxing's soul seemed to be captured by Huineng's demeanor, and he was still in a daze until Huineng's back disappeared.
The ordination altar built 250 years ago is still solemn. The 170-year-old Bodhi tree has lush branches, shades the ground, and is tall and towering. Are they also looking forward to the arrival of the physical Bodhisattva? Fakong poked Yingxing and said, "Yingxing, why are you so dazed? Master Yinzong is going to lecture on the Nirvana Sutra today. Let's go and listen!"
The main hall of Faxing Temple is tall and solemn with red walls and yellow tiles. The cornices raised in the sky look particularly light and elegant. On the high flagpole outside the hall, five-color flags fluttered in the wind, making the blue sky particularly vivid.
When Yingxing and Fakong arrived at the main hall, some monks and laymen had already arrived. They sat quietly on futons and waited for Master Yinzong to lecture. As if receiving some inspiration, Xiao Yingxing subconsciously looked towards the southeast corner of the hall - that's where the male laymen should be.
Sure enough, in the most inconspicuous corner, he saw that ordinary but very mysterious figure - Hui Neng.
Yingxing and Fakong sat in the last row of the monks because they were the last to become monks.
Master Yin Zong sat on the Buddhist altar with his eyes closed and meditated. At this time, there was silence in the hall, as if a pin dropped on the ground, and the sound could be clearly heard. Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside, and the flags and flags in front of the hall shook violently and made a hunting sound. People's eyes naturally followed the sound and looked outside.
Outside the main hall, the colorful flags were fluttering and flying freely in the wind, which was really beautiful. The blue sky is full of vitality because of its brilliant colors; the ancient temple is full of interest because of its graceful flying.
Many people were moved by this scene and had many emotions. The young Fakong was probably too intoxicated. Unknowingly, he murmured to himself: "The spring breeze blew the flags and flags, and the red and orange dyed the sunny sky..."
An old monk rudely interrupted his meditation and scolded: "Young man, your mind is changing with the situation all day long. You only know how to recite poems and compose poems, but you don't know anything about Zen. When the wind blows and the flags move, it should be said that the flags are moving by themselves. .”
Fakong took a breath and looked confused: "You mean, the flag is moving on its own?"
"Of course. Because the flags and flags are hung high, there is the possibility of fluttering. Therefore, Buddhists should not be fooled by colors and surface phenomena. You must know that it is not the wind that moves, but the flags and flags that move. Because of their motility On the flags and flags, not on the wind."
The young Fakong felt that what the old monk said was unreasonable, but he couldn't think of a reason to refute it, and he couldn't explain the reason until his face turned red. Yingxing stood up and walked up to the old monk, waving his hands in front of his eyes. The shaking made the old monk blink.
Yingxing seemed surprised: "Oh, you're not blind!"
The old monk looked angry: "That's nonsense. My eyes are fine. When did I become blind?"
"Then why are you telling lies with your eyes open? You said that the dynamism is in the flag but not in the wind! May I ask the old mage, what is dynamism?"
The old monk said: "Motility is the possibility of movement. Some things have this mobility, and some things do not. When the flag is hung on the flagpole, there is the possibility of movement, so the flag is moving, not the wind."
Ying Xing accidentally pushed the old monk hard. The old monk staggered and almost fell down. He looked extremely embarrassed, making everyone in the hall laugh.
The old monk couldn't help but curse: "You little bastard..."
Yingxing stood in front of him with his hands on his hips, pretending to be an adult, and scolded: "Buddha said, don't speak harshly! A thought of anger will set fire to the merit forest. You have been practicing for many years, and you don't even know this? How can you curse people?" !Huh?" Yingxing said seriously, pretending to teach the old monk a lesson.
The old monk suffered a loss and lost the argument. He was so angry that he couldn't get angry, so he could only say in a more serious tone: "You, a young novice, dare to push me. How can you do that?"
Yingxing smiled and said, "I want to test whether you have any mobility."
The old monk said: "Of course people have mobility. You see, when a person walks, the earth under his feet does not move. What moves is the person."
Yingxing pointed at his forehead and said, "So, it was you who moved just now, not me who pushed you. Why did you scold me?"
The old monk was at a loss for words and walked away angrily - for fear that the ignorant Ying Xing would strike unexpectedly again and let him "move on his own" again.
Yingxing became more and more complacent: "You have nothing to say, right? If there is no wind, how can the flags flutter by themselves?"
Fa Kong seemed to be inspired by Ying Xing's words and turned to look outside. At this time, the wind stopped, and the flags flying in the sky hung quietly, motionless.
Fakong said to the old monk: "It doesn't move, it doesn't move! Look, you all, look, the flag is really motionless! Because there is no wind now! If there is wind, it will move, if there is no wind, it will stop. So I said Yes, it’s the wind that blows the flags.”
The old monk casually looked at the flag that was as motionless as a dead snake on the high flagpole, and said calmly: "According to what you say, the movement is in the wind and not in the flag?"
Yingxing said: "Of course, haven't you seen it yourself?"
The old monk asked: "According to what you said, the mobility should be in the wind?"
Yingxing did his part and said quickly: "Of course."
The old monk was confident: "Well, let me ask you, did the gust of wind just now also blow the Baiyun Mountain?"
Baiyun Mountain is a beautiful mountain outside Guangzhou. At Faxing Temple, you can see its peaks reaching into the sky when you look up.
Yingxing said: "Baiyun Mountain is not far from here. The wind blowing the flags should be able to reach it."
The old monk stared at Yingxing and Fakong aggressively and said, "So, was Baiyun Mountain swaying like a flag just now? Tell me, you tell me! Can the wind blow Baiyun Mountain? ?”
Fa Kong was speechless, and Ying Xing was speechless: "This... this..."
The old monk stared at him closely and asked: "What is this? Answer me. When the wind blows on the green hills, do they shake them?"
Yingxing had no choice but to reply in a low voice, "Don't move. The wind can't move the mountains." The old monk showed a victorious smile on his face, "That's it! Because the mountains have no movement, but the flags do, so the wind can't move them." The flags and flags can move but they cannot blow the mountains. It can be seen that the flags are dynamic but not the wind."
Yingxing clearly felt that the old monk's theory was specious, but he couldn't explain it clearly. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head...
