When he came to the lake, he looked at the pink clouds reflected on the lake in front of him, squatted down, held a large bag of water with both hands, and drank it all.
After drinking the water, when he was about to hold the water with both hands for Liang Jinlian to drink, he suddenly saw a pair of beautiful figures in the clear lake - his and Liang Jinlian's graceful silhouettes were reflected on the lake...
"Ah, the holy lotus in my heart..." Huineng couldn't help but stay there, looking at the beautiful shadow reflected in the lake...
While thinking, I heard a voice saying, "Brother Aneng, what are you thinking about down there?"
This kind call awakened him from deep meditation.
As soon as he stood up, he heard Liang Jinlian scream "Hey" and slid down into the lake like a slide.
Seeing this, he jumped into the lake to save Liang Jinlian.
At this moment, a streak of colorful auspicious clouds and golden light appeared in the mid-air. He seemed to see Guanshiyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea, holding a pure vase and a willow branch, with lotus flowers at his feet. He floated over to Pinghu Lake and flicked the willow branches towards the lake...
He jumped up and happened to jump onto Liang Jinlian's body as he emerged from the lake...
The beautiful figure of Liang Jinlian is like a lotus blooming on the lake like a golden vase, and he is sitting on the golden lotus, just like a shocking "Buddha Sitting on the Lotus"...
God's will? Coincidence? What an incredible opportunity...
The sun slowly penetrated the clouds, revealing her already flushed face, looking like a shy girl looking at the lake.
He looked at the colorful auspicious clouds reflected in the lake. He quickly sat up and carried Liang Jinlian to the lake.
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Following the affectionate call of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, an astonishing miracle occurred - this golden lotus flower did not go down the river, but upstream! It was on the turbulent waves and in the torrent that plunged thousands of miles. Not only did it not sink, it was not rushed to the distant sky. Instead, it slowly floated upstream, towards the Sixth Patriarch Huineng! And it was getting closer and closer, as if it was about to float to his feet...
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng could no longer believe his eyes. He closed them hard and then opened them again. Strangely, the nasturtium stopped right in front of me. From this, the scenes of living in seclusion in Tianlu Mountain without his mother reappeared in his mind...
He leaned down, carefully picked up the golden lotus, and placed it in his palm as if he had found a treasure.
The river was mighty, and the turbulent waves on the river surface suddenly calmed down... The Sixth Patriarch Huineng held the golden lotus and looked at Tianlu Mountain in the distance: Tianlu Mountain is still green, and the high mountain water rushing down from the Tianlu Mountain Mountains is still gurgling, even the wind blowing through the rice fields Feng'er is all so familiar and kind...
After hearing the news, Xinzhou officials had already lined up at Xinzhou Dongkou Pier to welcome him.
As soon as the Sixth Patriarch Huineng stepped onto the pier, an old monk with completely white eyebrows came forward. After kneeling down and bowing, he said, "You are finally back."
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng raised his head when the old monk raised his head and saw that his square face had a long beard and deep wrinkles, but he had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He suddenly remembered: "Ah, you are Master Jingkong, right?"
"I am Jingkong from Jintai Temple." Zen Master Jingkong's eyes were filled with sparkling tears, and his voice was trembling with excitement, "Sixth Patriarch, we haven't seen each other for fifty years, and you can actually I recognized him immediately."
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng knelt down on the ground and knelt down to Zen Master Jikong: "Master is polite."
At this moment, Zen Master Jingkong was so busy that he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the Sixth Patriarch Huineng up: "You are the Sixth Patriarch of Zen now, why do you kneel down and salute to Lao Na? Isn't this a violation of the law? example?"
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng said sincerely: "If I hadn't listened to your sermon outside the wall of Jintai Temple in the past, if you hadn't directed me to go to Huangmei to seek Dharma, how could I, Huineng, be where I am today?"
Zen Master Jingkong: "The past is the past, and today is today!"
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng said: "If you have the way, you can be your teacher for one day and your father for the rest of your life."
Zen Master Jingkong: "But today, your power is boundless and you are already the master of our Zen sect. We should no longer look at everything in the world from the perspective of the past. In Buddhism, you are now my master."
A conversation between the two. The officials and monks present were very moved after hearing this.
The Sixth Patriarch Huineng first gave several Dharma lectures to local officials and monks in Xinzhou.
When the Sixth Patriarch Huineng returned to his former residence, the monks were full of joy.
The former residence of Longshan in Xinzhou has been converted into Guoen Temple according to the imperial edict.
The next day, the Sixth Patriarch Huineng took his disciples to the Repaying the Enlightenment Pagoda built by Fahai and Likai. Looking around, the fields are like satin, the streets are crisscrossed, and the mountains and rivers of my hometown are all in sight: Longshan is still green, Luxi is still gurgling, and even the wind blowing through the rice fields is so familiar and so kind...
Thinking back to the time when I was 24 years old, I heard the scriptures and understood the Tao. With the support of An Daocheng, a great good man in Xinzhou, I left home and went north to Huangmeidong Zen Temple to seek Buddhist teachings. Following the orders of my master, the Fifth Patriarch Hong Ren, I followed the Zen mantle south and hid in the mountains of Huaiji and Sihui. During the period, because he missed his mother, he sneaked back to his hometown, but was killed by the pursuing soldiers. In desperation, he carried his mother on his back to Tianlu Mountain on a rainy night, and formed an unforgettable relationship with many villagers, hunters, and tigresses in Tianlu Mountain... The friendship; those prosperous years spent in his hometown, and the little Lanmei from the neighboring village who had been a close friend since childhood and had a deep love for him... Everything that had happened came to his mind, how could he not think about it? Thousands? It's like scenes from a TV series reappearing, whizzing through my mind...
Huineng couldn't remember how many nights he dreamed of this beautiful and talented Li Xiaolan. At this moment, he realized the full meaning of it. He understood that that day at Longshan Thatched Cottage, he had no time to say goodbye to Li Xiaolan and Liang Jinlian who were at his home in Xialu Village, so he followed the old monk down the mountain and headed straight for Guangzhou. From then on, they were separated like yin and yang, never having the chance to meet again...
At this moment, when he returned to his hometown, the long-gone years and everything that had happened between him and her were reappearing in his mind, and what a turmoil aroused in his chest!
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Huineng clearly remembered the time his mother asked him seriously, "Do you like Xiaolan?" and he said, "Of course I do."
As the saying goes, "When a man is older, it is better for a girl to marry." So her mother asked a matchmaker to propose marriage to the Li family. Xiaolan and her parents also strongly agreed with the marriage, and his and Xiaolan's life-long affairs were decided.
At that time, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.
After dinner, he sometimes walked and chatted with his mother by the pond next to his father's home; sometimes he and Xiaolan walked by the pond and admired the lotus.
In the summer evening, the willow branches sway in emotion, the birds chirp gracefully, and the lotus flowers in the pond are in bud, exuding bursts of fragrance, rising and spreading over the pond, making it confusing and intoxicating.
The breeze carries a little residual warmth, lazily sticking to the face and forehead, surrounding the left and right, and rippling in the heart.
The fragrance of the moonlight holds up the gorgeous colorful clouds, reflecting the lotus flowers in the pond, gentle and affectionate, Pingpingtingtingting. A pool of pink and white is full of enchantment. The white ones are like jade, the pink ones are like clouds, the red ones are like flags, and the purple ones are noble. The water surface is dotted with waves and is as warm as green.
Pieces of emerald green lotus leaves swayed and floated slightly in the wind. The leaves of the water lilies are even more lovely, spread flatly on the water... He looked and looked, and couldn't help but think about it, as if he was using the water as his bed and the leaves as his quilt, lying on it, hugging the crescent moon and embracing it. The pool is clear water, and I fall asleep holding lotus flowers.
In the dream, Xiaolan was my companion, and the water lilies danced together, whirling and calling! The long and dark fragrance blows over and penetrates every corner of the body. Hold your breath and savor the original innocence unique to childhood.
He was sitting by the pool, and a water lily looked at him and smiled. She was as white as jade, as green as snow, and as white as any impurities. He returned the favor with a smile and quietly interpreted her thoughts...
Since saving Xiaolan, he has always compared her to a pure and noble lotus in his heart, and he has always had an elegant dream related to lotus. At this moment, when he was next to Xiaolan, this dream came to him even more like a dream, with wisps of refreshing fragrance, and showed him an intoxicating smile in an unpredictable way:
The clear water is long, the jade lotus is charming, the pure and noble lotus is a beautiful dream that he is bathing in the sun at this moment?
The pure and pure lotus flowers bloomed one by one on the lake. The green lotus leaves swayed peacefully on the water. Suddenly, a few beautiful goldfish quietly swam around the lotus stems. He who loves lotus felt that these white petals were so special. The lotus is a beautiful scene in his dream.
Looking at the white lotuses blooming quietly and gracefully from a distance, just like the charming Alan girl beside him, he couldn't help but sigh to himself and wrote a poem:
The clear water hibiscus is sweet and fragrant,
A flowery beauty wears purple.
Spring passes and summer comes, just like in a dream,
Count the lotus leaves lovingly.
