"Old host, I told you that everyone in Huangjue Temple must salute when they see you, except you!" Zhu Yuanzhang helped him up.
The old abbot smiled and said: "The poor monk is not worshiping the emperor, but the current Buddha. How can a monk not worship the Buddha when he sees him?"
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but laugh. This old monk was so nice when he spoke.
Every time I come here and chat with him for a few words, I always feel enlightened.
"Guess what, old host, we are here for now!" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
The old host hurriedly said: "How can ordinary people guess the Buddha's mind?"
"What if Buddha asked you to guess?"
"If the Buddha has a will, you must be careful to ask for advice!" The old host looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, "Your Majesty came alone and did not see his family. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion.
I think your Majesty is troubled.
Your Majesty has great talents and great plans, and all his thoughts are contained within a smile.
So the poor monk guessed that his worries were related to his family! "
As he spoke, he paused and continued: "These are all revealed by me, the Buddha!"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and shook his head. This old monk was not only good at talking, but also very cautious. It was a taboo thing to speculate on the Holy Heart. He said, "I, the Buddha, tell me this."
"It seems that your Buddha is not accurate either." Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile.
"Then it seems that the poor monk has not cultivated the Dharma to an advanced level and cannot listen to the true meaning of my Buddha!" The old abbot said: "The Buddhists have a magical power that allows him to understand the mind. It seems that the poor monk's heart is not clear enough and he cannot see. If you keep your own heart clear, you will naturally not understand the emotions of others."
"Then how can you make your heart clear?"
"Human beings have five senses, eyes, nose, mouth, tongue and ears. When looking in the mirror, it is said that the founder Bodhidharma was sitting in a cave. The shadow of the founder Bodhidharma was actually left in the cave.
Some people say that it was the sin left by the Patriarch Bodhidharma. Since then, Patriarch Bodhidharma has achieved great success in Buddhism.
But the poor monk has some humble opinion. How can anyone leave a shadow in the cave? Perhaps the ancestor sat for too long and leaned against the cave, and over time the outline was drawn out! "
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, and the melancholy in his heart was swept away, "Wonderful!"
"People are always troubled by the world, just like a poor monk. He met his mentor in the past. The mentor once said that the poor monk has wisdom. But what the poor monk was thinking about at that time was whether he could have a meal as a monk. Full of food?
After I became a monk, I realized that the only real good thing was the golden bodhisattva Buddha in the temple.
The young monk is greedy and secretly eats meat. The big monk needs to eat meat to improve his martial arts skills.
The old monk is old and frail. He has everything, but his teeth can no longer bite.
Isn't this a kind of sadness?
How many people are truly pure and devout in practicing Buddhism?
Before the age of twenty, a poor monk only wants to have a good meal; before the age of forty, he only wants to be a virtuous and eminent monk.
At the age of sixty, after seeing all the suffering in the world, he began to seriously practice Buddhism in order to seek the way to transcendence.
By now, the poor monk has stopped practicing Dharma. "
"Why?" Zhu Yuanzhang was puzzled.
“The Dharma is in the heart and in the human world. No matter how well you practice Buddhism, you still cannot overcome the sufferings in the human world.
This place is just to escape the chaos.
Although the body is quiet, the mind is not.
Therefore, the poor monk feels that to save others, you must first save yourself. If you have not reached the other side and seen the truth, how can you convince others? "
Zhu Yuanzhang fell into deep thought.
The old host spoke very sincerely, and what he said was not like before, but he listened.
To save others, you must first save yourself. How can you save others without seeing the truth?
Isn't this his current situation?
"Then how to save yourself?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked again.
"Buddha said: Accept it, face it, life is nothing more than tricks, everything is the best arrangement."
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly became enlightened.
Yes, life is nothing more than tricks.
Is it difficult now? How difficult was it then?
Now that he has everything, is he still stuck here and unable to get out?
He laughed and stood up immediately, "This year the price of sesame oil at Huangjue Temple will be doubled!"
"The poor monk just thanked Your Majesty!" The old host stood up and hurriedly thanked you.
"We'll be staying soon, old host, take care of yourself!"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty!"
"No need to give it away!" Zhu Yuanzhang said, and after walking out a few steps, he stopped again, "By the way, old host, is the broken bowl we used back then still there?"
"No more!"
"Where have you gone?"
"Give it away!"
"who?"
"His Royal Highness King Wu!" the old host said frankly.
"We thought the old host wouldn't tell the truth!" Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile, "Can you tell us why?"
"It's just a coincidence, it's just a coincidence, that's all. The bowl is a treasure and carries a lot of merit. The poor monk gave it to the King of Wu, just hoping to bless the King of Wu."
"real?"
"It's true!"
Zhu Yuanzhang withdrew his gaze, turned and left.
It's not easy to break the bowl. Zhu Yuanzhang always wanted to come back, but the old host refused to give it.
But he didn't think about it and gave it to Zhu Jun specially.
He rubbed his head and made a decision in his heart, "He must leave the capital as soon as possible!"
That night, Xu Miaojin and others returned to the mansion and saw Zhu Jun surrounded by Li Wanqiu and Shen Donger, and couldn't help but laugh angrily.
"I thought you were depressed, but I didn't expect you to be hugging me at home!" Xu Miaojin said angrily.
"Why, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm not allowed to be happy anymore?" Zhu Jun rested his head on Li Wanqiu's lap and put his feet on Shen Dong'er. Next to him, Tang Zhongling, Mu Nianci, Sun Nu'er and others were waiting on him. Su Xiao The young man composed the water melody song into a tune, and when he sang it, it was perfect for the occasion.
"Why don't you take us with you when you leave?" Xu Miaojin said angrily.
"My mother has not offended me. If you leave, how sad will my mother be?"
"If you leave, it won't be awkward where we are?" Xu Miaojin punched Zhu Jun angrily. She thought this guy was depressed, but he didn't expect to enjoy it more than anyone else. "Is this what you call busy with business?"
Zhu Jun laughed dryly, sat up immediately, and hugged Xu Miaojin, "I just finished my work and wanted to relax. Don't be angry. Next time I leave, I will definitely take you with me."
Guanyin slave said: "After you left, the Queen Mother severely punished Princess Anqing. It's time for you to get rid of your anger!"
"Really?" Zhu Jun was a little surprised. In his impression, Queen Ma doted on this little daughter, but he didn't expect that she would be severely punished. "How?"
Seeing that Zhu Jun was a little gloating about his misfortune, Guanyin Nu had to explain the matter again, "It's a punishment, but the queen mother is also very sad. You are still too impulsive in doing things.
I know you don't like Princess Anqing, but can't you just do it for the sake of your mother?
No matter how stubborn you are, will you be able to resist your father?
You are his son after all, and it is only natural that I treat my son as my own.
You are at fault in this matter! "
Guanyinnu sighed, "So, you have to find a time to enter the palace and apologize to your father!"
