After Monk Tianran left, Jiang Wen and Fan Xinghan squeezed into the vacant seat left by him, and began to think hard with Yan's father eye to eye. In the end, they did not understand what the master meant, and the three of them were silent for a while. The ground was trapped by the machine front.
Such quick talking points and Zen ideas, using the blank space in the words to teach the mind seal, and even deliberately setting up the hints, will make people feel like they are enlightened afterwards. Therefore, after the Song Dynasty, literati and poets mostly enjoyed practicing Zen. They all thought they were touched and were overjoyed.
Jiang Wen thought that he had just talked a lot eloquently, even if he happened to talk in a hurry and blocked the natural monk for a while, it was far less clever than what he did just now - the other party just pointed his finger at the sky and threw four It was a big character, and the hidden meaning in it was enough to give them a headache for a while.
"How come this natural Zen master is so clever?"
The atmosphere was somewhat silent. Jiang Wen said something knowingly. Yan's father looked back as a matter of course, and his meaning was very clear. Only Fan Xinghan was still lost in thought, looking out the window for a long time without responding.
"Hey, Gang Leader Fan, why don't you say anything?"
Jiang Wen turned his head away from Yan's father and spoke to Fan Xinghan who was in a daze.
"It's okay, I just suddenly remembered some messy things."
Fan Xinghan smiled innocently and avoided the topic, lowered his head and quickly took a big mouthful of rice, eating a sumptuous vegetarian meal. Seeing this, Jiang Wen also closed his mouth and concentrated on the food in front of him. He also secretly sighed in his heart. As expected, the monks must be good at half of this.
The so-called huatou zen and jifeng refer to the quick answers when Zen masters or scholars debate each other and lead to each other, bringing out some profound truths. In Southern Zen, this has almost become the main teaching and practice method. This kind of teaching or practice method often violates the normal logical relationship and forcibly reverses the direction of the information in the discourse, making people feel abrupt and surprised, but they often suddenly realize it in the twists and turns.
For example, Monk Tian Tian's words "Heavy rain is coming" just now seem to have no causal relationship with the current situation. There is neither heavy rain nor such a thing coming. However, in the unknown state of the future tense, if you think about it carefully, you can Out of thin air, I sensed the smell of "the storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building".
Before coming here, Jiang Wen had already inquired about the royal tree used by natural monks to practice Zen. Today, he deliberately squatted there to test him, just to dig out more clues about Southern Shaolin. And could the other party also know the purpose of his visit, so he was vague about what he wanted to express?
Jiang Wen came with a motive in mind. At this moment, it was as if he shouted into the cave. Overlapping echoes echoed unstoppably. A stone dropped into the water and shook up thousands of waves. He instantly felt that what the natural monk said was also true. Testing him.
What is heavy rain? Where does the rain come from? Could it be that something as big as a heavy rain is about to happen?
How long will it take? Why is it coming? Is it specifically next year, tomorrow, or the next hour?
Thinking further, assuming that the above is true, then the hidden purpose of the entire Southern Shaolin is to brew this storm! ?
After thinking about this deeply, Jiang Wen instantly became troubled with sleeping and eating. Even the temples with red and red inscriptions and inscriptions on Guangxiao Temple and the flower-bedecked streets in Guangzhou City made people feel faintly frightened, as if they were unbearable under their feet. Under the earth, in the dark and lightless deep sea, there is also some kind of indescribable existence lingering. It is slowly opening its huge mouth, allowing countless black springs and black soil to pour into it in rolling streams, waiting forever and never knowingly. Catching prey...
"Master, why don't you eat? What's on your mind?"
At some point, the three apprentices also gathered around the table carrying their rice bowls. Fu Ningdie glanced around and saw her dazed master, and began to inquire about the gossip. Xiao Shitou has always been considerate. Seeing that Jiang Wen had no appetite for food, he even took the initiative and said, "Master, if you can't eat anymore, you can give me the food."
Hearing this, Wen Ding silently put down his rice bowl, pushed the half-empty vegetarian bowl in front of Xiao Shitou, and spoke proactively.
"Brother, I can't eat any more. I'll give these to you."
Fu Ningdie carefully protected her bowl and pushed Hong Wending's rice bowl back.
"Senior brother, he hasn't finished his own yet. What should I do for him?"
Then take away two rounds of oily gluten from the bowl.
But from the beginning to the end, Xiao Shitou was staring closely at Jiang Wen's action of picking up the rice bowl, his eyes never moving for a moment, and then said to Hong Wending in a firm tone: "It's okay, you don't need to worry about me, I will just wait for Master's meal."
"Can you think of something better in your head? You have decided on the master, right?!"
When Jiang Wen heard this, he was furious. He hit Xiao Shitou's head with the end of his chopsticks unceremoniously, and then raised his hand.
"Eat your own food. If you're hungry, go queue up for food. Didn't you see that the monks in the kitchen are taking naps nearby?"
Xiao Shitou was overjoyed and nodded silently when he heard this, and continued to pick up rice at a faster speed. After one operation, he brought a rice bowl that was cleaner than washed, and squeezed into the queue for rice again.
Fan Xinghan laughed loudly as he watched, and Jiang Wen also laughed secretly in his heart. He could only admit that some things were really difficult to guess.
Hua Tou Zen and Da Ji Feng, in the final analysis, are nothing more than "the Tao is understood by the heart and is not transmitted through words; why should we seek for our own treasures from outside"? They are both rooted in the Buddhist teachings of the Huayan Sutra, which states that "the three realms are based on mind, and all dharmas are based on consciousness."
Just like Zen Master Dahui Zonggao of the Song Dynasty, the advocate of Huatou Zen, his original intention was to develop a new path and method of enlightenment in the form of language for the rigid and mixed Zen sect at that time. And the Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng who cannot be avoided in Guangxiao Temple is even more worthy of the title. This path has its origins. The "Tan Sutra" records that Huineng taught secrets to his disciples before he died: "If someone asks for the Dharma, he will say it in two ways, and he will take the opposite Dharma. Coming and going are related. After all, the two Dharmas are mutually exclusive, and there is no place to go." This is obviously the use of language skills. The embodiment of Zen philosophy.
"Forget it, you will realize it when fate comes. And if the natural master just said it casually without any specific meaning, wouldn't I be disturbing myself?"
Jiang Wen muttered to himself and slowly figured it out, so he started eating steadily. He waited for his disciples to finish eating the vegetarian food in the bowl, and then burped and walked out of the restaurant. He decided to use the time to visit the famous Guangxiao Temple, so he didn't worry about the "heavy rain is coming" opportunity. It's sharp.
After the meal, the group walked out of the dining hall and walked westward along the path, passing by the Prince Siddha Hall and the Lunzang Hall, visiting the ancient ruins everywhere. According to "Guangxiao Temple Chronicles", Guangxiao Temple was originally the former residence of Nanyue King Zhao Jiande. During the Three Kingdoms period, when Yu Fan of the State of Wu was exiled to the South China Sea, this place was known as Yu Garden.
Yu Fan gave lectures in the garden and planted many pinpo trees and harsh trees, also called "harsh trees". After Yu Fan died, his house was turned into a temple, named "Zhi Temple". Subsequently, it was renovated in successive dynasties, and today's Guangxiao Temple is a majestic building, the highest among the Lingnan jungles.
But when they reached the empty space between the Ordination Hall and Fengban Hall, it suddenly started to rain.
Before a few people could react, the rain became heavier and heavier in the blink of an eye, and rough raindrops continued to fall from the sky. All they could hear was the sound of tiles and slates being fried like beans, and there was a loud crackling sound. Tourists and laypeople in the temple also got into a mess and hid in the main hall to take shelter from the rain.
However, when the weather suddenly changed, the few people had no time to dodge, and the location was relatively remote. It was not safe to stand under the tree in the thunder and lightning. They had no choice but to follow the unique pattern of the third floor of the eleven halls, six halls, and six halls of Guangxiao Temple and head to the west. He ran to places with looming eaves and roofs, eager to find a place on the roof to take shelter.
Not long after, they arrived at the nearest Zen room to the west. Several people ran into the outside of the Zen room, which had a mottled appearance, and finally escaped the baptism of the heavy rain.
Hiding under the eaves, several people knocked on the door but no one answered. Jiang Wen looked inside through the broken window paper and saw that there was not a single Buddha statue in the Zen room. There was only a portrait of a monk with a shaved head and a robe on the altar. However, because no one had worshiped for many years, the curtain shrine had long been desolate and desolate. fade. There were not many beds in the Zen room, only some dismantled and replaced pillar foundations were left side by side. It had obviously been idle for a long time and was even used as a utility room.
Seeing that there was no one inside, Jiang Wen grabbed the brass lock on the door unceremoniously, lowered his head and fiddled with it twice. The lock snapped open and fell to the ground, and the old wooden door slowly opened.
Jiang Wen walked in without any worries and found that there was not much dust in the West Zen Room. It was obvious that people often swept the dust.
"Good guy, it turns out it's such a 'heavy rain is coming'!"
Fan Xinghan looked at the bad weather and sighed with emotion.
Yan's father was still a little worried and didn't want to go in, but Fan Xinghan was not so particular. He took off his weird hat and wiped the water from his body, mumbling, obviously thinking about what Monk Tianran said just now.
The other two people looked at each other in shock when they heard this, and then realized that they might have really thought too much. Monk Tian probably really just wanted to tell them that it was going to rain outside and ask them to go back quickly.
Jiang Wen felt it was outrageous. Is this monk a fortune teller or a weather forecaster? Why does he say it will rain when it rains? It was a clear and sunny day just now, and no one who went out thought of bringing an umbrella. How did the natural monk know that it was going to rain?
"Gang Leader Fan, please relax a little. You should be glad that Zen Master Tianran didn't say 'winter is coming'."
Jiang Wen twisted the water stains on his clothes and looked at the increasingly violent precipitation outside. "We won't be able to leave for a while anyway. Why don't we just rest here for the time being and wait until the weather clears up before leaving. What do you think?"
Gu Yang
Fan Xinghan walked around the world as a beggar on weekdays, so he was naturally used to taking advantage of the situation. He didn't care about the quality of the surrounding environment. He just sat on the pillar in the Zen room and casually picked up small stones, saying that he would use this leisure time to teach him. Dragon Claw Grappling Hand.
Skills are taught in the world, both by masters and apprentices with high status, and by informal exchanges. In order to spread the reputation and avoid losing the inheritance, Fan Xinghan first specifically confessed that the small stone dragon claw grappler is a martial arts passed down from his family and cannot be passed on to others. , and began to teach him how to use orifices to tap acupuncture points.
After pretending to pass on tens of thousands of books but actually passing on a single sentence, two people, one large and one small, taught and practiced the drill twice. Fan Xinghan’s expression showed a hint of surprise, and he couldn’t help but look at Xiao Shitou with a bit of admiration. He seemed to appreciate it. His ability to get through everything at once was surprising. After all, Xiao Shitou has already learned the moves, and now that he has mastered the fire, he will be even more powerful in learning.
"Headmaster Jiang, if you hadn't taken the lead, I, Fan, would have kidnapped this child as my apprentice no matter what I said today."
Fan Xinghan sighed with great regret and patted Xiao Shitou's seemingly weak body, "How did you find such a good seedling?"
Jiang Wen laughed. Naturally, he would not reveal the inside story of the Little Stone Experience Sect's learning method to him. Instead, he said curiously, "Gang Leader Fan, I have been a little curious from the gate of Guandi Temple. Among several disciples, you seem to be particularly fond of me. This great disciple?"
Fan Xinghan was stunned when he heard this, then rubbed his palms and watched Xiao Shitou walking to Jiang Wen's side with a slight disappointment.
"Hey, I see that this child is quite similar to me when I was a child, so I have a bit of a love for talents. Don't look at his dull appearance, but he is actually very understanding. He will definitely be more promising than me when he grows up."
Jiang Wenze laughed again, waved his hand to Fu Ningdie and Hong Wending, and said to Fan Xinghan: "Since Gang Leader Fan has great talent, why don't someone help me see what these two apprentices are like?"
"Fan doesn't know how to recognize people, but he had a few good brothers in his early years and they looked similar."
Fan Xinghan, who had a rough appearance, was speechless. He deliberately raised his eyes and looked at them for a long time, and then said half-understandly: "I think these two disciples of your sect are also extraordinary. The older one is meticulous, courageous and resourceful, and the younger one is smart." They are intelligent and full of wit. With these three people standing as a tripartite, as long as the master holds a bowl of water level and the members of the sect have a harmonious relationship, the Wuyi sect will have no worries about achieving great things."
As Fan Xinghan praised the three disciples as they were being carried in the sedan chair, Jiang Wen happily acquiesced. He also took the initiative to praise the various righteous deeds of the Xinghan Beggar Gang in Hanyang, which gave him enough face. Then we continued chatting.
Fan Xinghan got excited about chatting, so he secretly took out a pot of small wine from his arms, stretched out his hand to conjure two small wine glasses, and the two of them hid in the meditation room, drinking one glass at a time.
"Good wine. Gang Leader Fan, where did the name Xinghan Beggar Gang come from? Could it be that it's your name?"
As the number of topics increased, Jiang Wen couldn't help but start gossiping again. From the beginning, he felt that the name of this gang was a bit outrageous. It was like Shaolin and Wudang changing their names to Bodhidharma and Junbao. Don’t the leader feel that being mentioned by others would give him goosebumps?
Fan Xinghan was shocked when he heard this and quickly waved his hand.
"I misunderstood Master Jiang! The word 'Xinghan' in the Xinghan Beggar Clan refers to the orthodoxy of the Han family. It was called that a hundred years ago and has nothing to do with Fan. If you really want to say it, it is Fan’s name has been borrowed.”
Fan Xinghan made it very clear when he said this. In fact, the word "Xinghan" from the Hubei Beggar Clan was used first, and his own name came second. Moreover, he deliberately changed his name to this, and he was obviously also concealing his original name. , in exchange for some convenience in traveling around the world.
But falling into a beggar gang can be said to be one of the more unbearable among the three religions and nine schools. Fan Xinghan is also outstanding in martial arts, and he has a unique martial arts passed down from his family such as dragon claw grapple, but now he considers himself a beggar without any complaints. He was still young and had neither a family nor any property. This made Jiang Wen curious about the reason behind it and couldn't help but ask a few more questions.
Fan Xinghan took a sip of wine and stared at the three children playing and fighting in silence for a while. He obviously did not intend to explain the reason why he became a beggar gang. Jiang Wen changed the subject and asked about his purpose of going to Guangzhou.
"Gang Leader Fan, I think it's very inappropriate for you to come to Guangzhou City this time. Even if General Wu Liuqi really wants to give up his position, I don't think the Shang family will necessarily agree - is the city windy or not? If it rains, it still depends on the Shang family.”
The wind and rain are still swaying outside the door, and several caesar trees are trembling in the heavy rain. The oval leaflets are not there in the winter, exposing the bare trunks. The pinpo tree on the other side of the Zen room has lush branches and leaves, and it is still common in the severe winter. Green, obviously deeply rooted and unshakable, both have stood firm in the wind and rain.
Raindrops were beating outside the Zen room window. Fan Xinghan nodded silently, then suddenly shook his head, pointed outside the Zen room and said: "Master Jiang, the Shang family is naturally a giant, but do you know who Shang Kexi is afraid of?"
Jiang Wen touched his chin and thought for a while before saying, "Qing court? Zheng family? Emperor Yongli of Yunnan? Please give me some advice on this."
Fan Xinghan stroked the rough pillar foundation and slowly shook his head when he heard Jiang Wen's answer.
"The Shang family is like a baby meeting its parents to the Qing court, the Zheng family is like a ferocious dog meeting a wolf, and the Yongli family is like a rich man meeting a poor relative. In the final analysis, it is all due to power, not fear."
Fan Xinghan used a series of weird metaphors, which opened Jiang Wen's eyes.
The Qing court's attack on the Shang family was indeed an adult beating a child. After all, everything Shang Kexifa's family had was given by the Manchus. It was no different from parents raising children. The Zheng family, entrenched between Fujian and Guangdong, is like a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity. It will take a bite of the fertile land under Shang Kexi's jurisdiction at any time, making him feel heartache and pain. What the Qing court is happy to see is a fight between the two. Life and death, mutual checks and balances.
Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming Dynasty, who finally moved thousands of miles away and hunted far away in Yunnan, actually had little to do with Shang Kexi - it was Wu Sangui's responsibility to hunt down Yongli, as long as Yongli was not like what he was a few years ago Shang Kexi would definitely not have any thoughts of taking the initiative to attack if he sent someone to try on him.
Fan Xinghan slowly raised his head: "Wu Liuqi once lived in the Beggar Clan and had friendships with many brothers. One day, someone found me and told me that the whereabouts of the person Shang Kexi feared the most was in his hands, and he planned to go and have a talk. According to the conditions, if the benefits obtained are given to the Xinghan Gang, he can also take the opportunity to escape from the Guandi Society."
"I see. Then who is Shang Kexi afraid of?" Jiang Wen asked seriously.
Fan Xinghan was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head. This completely confused Jiang Wen.
"Wu Liuqi didn't tell me at first, and I was still guessing who this person was. When I came to Guangxiao Temple today, I originally wanted to ask Zen Master Tianran about this matter, or maybe he would know the whereabouts of Wu Liuqi - unfortunately, Abbot Tianran obviously Don’t want to speak.”
Fan Xinghan said slowly.
Jiang Wen frowned slightly: "You mean, Zen Master Tianran knows who can be praised and feared?"
A message that can be used to threaten Shang Kexi, or to exchange conditions with Shang Kexi? This is something Jiang Wen didn't expect. Could it be that Wu Liuqi knew too much and was silenced by Shang Kexi? But this reason seems to explain why Monk Tian dared to sympathize with and protect the people who resisted the Qing Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty.
Jiang Wen, who was drunk and full of wine, couldn't help but wonder if he could use this method to exchange for Shang Kexi's support for Geng Jingzhong's attack on the king. But does such news really exist?
Faced with Jiang Wen's doubts, Fan Xinghan said with absolute certainty: "Not only did he know it, but he also knew it earlier than Wu Liuqi. There is no doubt about it."
According to Fan Xinghan, the Manchu and Qing armies arrived in Guangzhou in October of the sixth year of Shunzhi and besieged the city for 10 months before finally capturing it. After Pingnan King Shang Kexi and Jingnan King Geng Jimao led the Qing army to capture Guangzhou, they massacred the city for ten days and left corpses everywhere. All over the place, it is said that Zen Master Tianran went there alone and persuaded Shang Kexi to stop the killing.
The large-scale massacre after the capture of Guangzhou is said to have plunged the creator of this disaster, Shang Kexi, into endless nightmares. He was restless all day long and often visited various temples and Taoist temples in an attempt to obtain Peace of mind.
According to Wu Liuqi, it was in Guangxiao Temple that Shang Kexi met the then abbot, Monk Tianran. Under the guidance of Monk Tianran, Shang Kexi suddenly came to his senses. He followed Monk Tianran's advice and took the lead in expanding the temple to relieve the souls of the dead who died in the Ten-Day Massacre.
Monk Tian Tian also took advantage of Shang Kexi's support to form good relationships and mobilized more people to raise funds. There was a fundraising craze inside and outside the government, so much so that Shang Kexi's wife, Princess Shu, donated money to build the Mahavira Hall. Shang Kexi himself donated money to build the Heavenly King Hall. General Xu Erxian Donated money to build Weituo Hall and Jialan Hall, and Guangdong Governor Liu Bingquan donated money to build Shanmen...
If what Wu Liuqi said is true, the reason why the natural monk allowed the murderous Shang Kexi to follow the teachings of Buddhism was because of the news in his hand that was enough to make Shang Kexi sleepless and fearful.
All this is too unreasonable, but there is a trace of logic in the complete irrationality, and people can't help but feel that there is a lot of mystery in it.
After finishing the wine, the rain outside the door gradually stopped.
The lead-colored sky shows no sign of clearing up, and layers of thick clouds seem to be dripping water at any time, hanging high above people's heads, brewing the next heavy rain that may come at any time.
Perhaps this was the imminent heavy rain, and the people trapped in the temple could only walk through the knee-deep water together with uneasiness, and went home.
"The wind blew this door open? Fortunately, it was discovered, otherwise Master would have blamed me again..."
The young novice passed by the West Zen Room and saw the door open and quickly went up to close it.
The little novice's footsteps were hurried and muddy. He hesitated only when he saw the portrait of the monk with shaved hair and garb. He bowed respectfully and then locked the door again. The deserted Zen room returned to silence. Gradually disappearing into the night.
