Before the morning bell in the temple rang, Li Ye got up, washed up, took off his monk's robes and shoes, and walked out of the courtyard barefoot.
When they arrived at the dining hall, the brothers who were cooking had not yet gotten up. Li Ye picked up the big bucket by the door and ran towards the back mountain with all his strength.
Because it was the first time to carry water yesterday, he had to use a little more strength. His invulnerable shoulders even scratched some flesh, and he could faintly see blood stains stuck to the iron armor. Li Ye changed his shoulders and continued to fetch water from the stream.
Using the physical power of the formless body and carrying a weight of two hundred kilograms, it is still a bit difficult for him in his current situation.
Carrying back three buckets of water at a time, according to yesterday's speed, it only takes three hours to fill the water tank, which saves more than half an hour.
Li Ye, barefoot, ran between the back mountain and the dining hall under the starlight. By the time the temple bell rang, a large water tank was almost full.
The seniors who had finished their morning classes lined up outside the dining hall and looked at Li Ye, who was shirtless and running back and forth carrying two buckets of water and another bucket.
Someone was laughing: "This new junior brother has been running for a long time yesterday. Why is he still running today? Didn't anyone tell him about the well behind the dining hall?"
The monk who was playing the board in the dining hall looked at the monks and said, "I am speechless after eating and sleeping. Is your practice in vain? Get in line and wait to play the board." He was neither sad nor happy when he spoke.
The monks in line said in unison: "But listen to senior brother's teachings."
The monk who was playing the board nodded and continued: "Anyone else who likes to talk will follow my senior brother to the back mountain to collect water."
The monks were silent for a while.
Li Ye, who was running, knew that the little novice monk would ask the monk to leave food for him, so he was no longer anxious about the food in the dining hall.
What he needs to pay attention to now is the road under his feet. Although it is not raining, the mountain road is rugged and he will still fall if he is not careful.
Although three buckets of water was more difficult than two buckets of water, after yesterday's training, he felt that his physical strength had increased slightly and he could withstand the test of going back and forth with three buckets of water.
He didn't stop, but when he was thirsty, he would take a few sips of the stream water in the bucket.
Just like yesterday, the old and young monks who came to the fasting hall saw the bald monk in black armor carrying two buckets of water and one bucket of water in his hand, filling the water tank outside the fasting hall while running.
The old monk in the dining hall looked at Li Ye's running back and murmured: The next day.
With all his strength, Li Ye spent three hours today filling the five large water tanks in the dining hall.
He felt no better today than yesterday, thinking that he had to continue to train his body.
He dragged out a chair from the dining hall and placed it under the eaves. He sat on it and took out a towel to wipe his sweat while recovering his strength.
Like yesterday, Shao Qing pushed open the door of the dining hall and took off the steamer on the pot. Inside, he saw a bowl of white porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. He smiled and said: "Not bad."
After breakfast, I washed the dishes and continued yesterday’s practice.
With yesterday's experience, he first looked at the chopped firewood in the woodshed, put the dry chopped wood in a pile, and put the semi-dry and semi-wet chopped wood in a pile. After resting for a while, he picked up the ax in the woodshed and started from there. He picked up a piece of firewood from the dry pile and chopped it down with an axe.
With yesterday's experience, today I chop the dry firewood and then the wet firewood. This not only saves energy, but also saves time. It only takes an hour to chop all the firewood to be burned tomorrow.
When I looked up, it was noon. The monks in the temple had finished their lunch fast and each returned to their meditation room to rest.
Li Ye took out a towel, washed his face with water from the well in the Zhaitang courtyard, and wiped away the sweat stains on his body. He said softly: "Not bad, I finally saved an hour.
Pushing the back door of Tianzhai Hall, he opened the steamer from the pot. There was a bowl of green vegetables and a bowl of dry rice. The difference was that today there was an extra bowl of sweet potato soup.
He recited scriptures and thanked the senior brothers in the Zhaitang for leaving food for him. Sit at the table with the rice in your hands, chew it slowly and savor it.
After eating, washing dishes, washing pots, closing the door of the dining hall, and chanting sutras all the way back to the small courtyard where I live.
I went back to the house and took a nap. When I woke up at the right time, I put on my monk's robes and sandals and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion in the small courtyard.
It took half an hour to clean up the fallen leaves in the inner courtyard. When Li Ye was carrying it to the outer courtyard to continue cleaning, the old monk came out of the Sutra Pavilion. Li Ye stopped and looked at the old monk and said, "Master, I'm also doing this at noon." Won’t you rest?”
The old monk came over and touched his head and said, "You must have suffered a lot these past two days."
"My disciples have thick skin and can endure it. We must continue to practice."
The old monk nodded and walked out of the courtyard.
At this moment, a sudden gust of autumn wind blew by, and countless fallen leaves suddenly fell from the trees. The old monk looked up at the old tree beside the courtyard wall, bent down, slowly picked up the leaves on the ground one by one, and put them into his pocket.
Li Ye saw it and said quickly: "Master, stop picking it up. I will sweep it again later. It was the same thing yesterday. Just after I swept it, a gust of wind passed by and there were fallen leaves all over the ground again. It's so annoying."
The old monk smiled lightly and said, "You can't say that. Are you sure that the ground will be clean just after you sweep it? If I pick up one more fallen leaf, the ground will be cleaner."
Li Ye touched his head, thought for a while and said, "Master, there are fallen leaves everywhere in the temple. If you pick them up in front, they will fall behind you. How can you finish picking them up?"
The old monk continued to pick up two fallen leaves, raised his head and looked at Li Ye and said: "These leaves not only fell on the ground, but also fell on our hearts. I am not picking up fallen leaves on the ground, but picking up fallen leaves in my heart."
Li Ye was stunned and blurted out: "Are the fallen leaves on the ground the same as the fallen leaves in our hearts?"
The old monk turned back to look at him, smiled and said, "Isn't it different?"
Li Ye stood there in the wind, and it was not until the old monk left with his hands behind his back that he came to his senses. He looked at the old monk walking out of the courtyard and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teachings, Amitabha."
The old monk was walking in the autumn wind, and a voice came back: "If you don't sweep one courtyard, how can you sweep a temple? If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?"
Li Ye heard and muttered softly: "...How can we sweep the world if we don't sweep one house?"
At this time, the old monk had already walked out of the outer courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion, smiling as he walked.
I murmured in my heart: "With such high wisdom, he can immediately understand the Buddha's teachings as soon as he hears it, can deal with suffering indifferently, and will not be tempted by happiness. It is a pity not to enter Buddhism."
Thinking about what the old monk said about the Buddha's visit, Li Ye felt much calmer than yesterday. He recited the six-character mantra and gently swept the fallen leaves on the ground with the broom in his hand...
Just like yesterday, I spent two hours cleaning the inner and outer courtyards twice. When I returned to my room, I swept the small yard, then lit the fire and cooked a pot of mushroom soup to comfort myself.
While practicing in the temple, there was no dinner in the dining hall, so I had to think of something on my own when I was hungry.
Touching his stomach, he thought that he would have to buy some rice oil and put it in the house when he went to the city. Although he practiced hard, his stomach still had to be full.
...
Smelling the fragrance of mushrooms floating in the pot, I thought that my arrangements for today were indeed very good. Although it was a bit harder, I had an extra hour and a half. When I practiced for another month, I would have time to go to the Sutra Pavilion. Read some scriptures.
I also thought that if I follow my husband to practice at Fangcun Mountain in Xixuan Territory next year, if it is like this, I don't even need my husband to accompany me, and I can practice quietly there for five years, or even longer.
According to the old monk, if he can practice the "Shadowless Dharmakaya" to perfection, his practice may be able to break through to the point of distraction. Even if he cannot use the skills of the Nascent Soul realm in ten years, it may not be the case in these ten years. A kind of practice.
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At that moment, the old monk with long beard and white eyebrows in Sutra Pavilion was thinking about some of Li Ye's subtle achievements in sweeping the floors in the inner courtyard and outer courtyard in the past two days, and he felt very fond of it.
Looking at the statue of the Buddha on the Buddhist altar, the old monk with long beard and white eyebrows found a piece of light yellow rice paper, rubbed it with light ink, and wrote on it with a pen:
The Buddha taught the bhikkhus: "Sweeping the floor has five extraordinary merits. One is to purify one's own mind; the other is to make others pure; the third is to be praised by the gods with joy; the fourth is to plant good causes for a dignified and dignified appearance in the next life; the fifth is to make others' hearts pure; He will eventually be reborn in heaven."
After writing, I put the pen down on the writing table, took some paste for pasting scriptures and smeared it on the back of the rice paper. Then I walked out and went down to the eaves of the first floor where the broom was placed. I gently spread the light yellow rice paper on the pillar. Tomorrow Li When you come to sweep the floor at night, you can see it when you look up.
After sticking it up, he turned around and went upstairs, saying softly: "Buddha hopes that all living beings who are willing to practice blessings can sow pure good deeds in the special field of blessings. I hope that you can also gain your blessings in all kinds of sufferings and practice." Your own field of blessings, sow your good deeds in the next life.”
Reciting the name of the Buddha, he gently closed the door.
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The evening drum of the bell tower in the temple was beating, it was already sunset, and the monks began their evening practice.
At this moment, the sound of chanting sutras spread around the temple.
As the Buddhist scriptures rang out, the environment around the Great Buddha Temple suddenly changed strangely. The entire temple was silent, and the Sutra Pavilion in the front and back halls were all peaceful.
With the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, everything in the world seemed to return to its original state, and there was only a hint of autumn wind blowing softly outside the house.
Li Ye poured a bowl of mushroom soup from the pot and put it on the table. He took out the Lotus Sutra and read it yesterday. He read it softly:
Such lands
To click or not to wait
wipe it all into dust
One dust is one calamity
In my mind, you practice your Dharma, and I will practice my Dharma.
My appearance is the appearance of human beings, the appearance of people is the appearance of living beings, and the appearance of life spans. All the appearances in the world are my appearance and do not differ from my appearance. All dharmas are dependent origins, and consciousness is also dependent origination.
At this moment, the monks in the Great Buddha Temple were chanting sutras during evening classes.
At this moment, Li Ye was comprehending his own Dharma from the Lotus Sutra in the Zayuan hut.
He wanted to see the Saha world clearly, and through the practice and study of the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Lotus Sutra, he would continue to understand and perceive the miraculous causes and conditions of all dharma, and find the path he wanted to take.
If love is not serious, it will not rise to the Saha world, so is the young lady on Phoenix Mountain her own Saha world?
Will Dongfang Yu'er, who has long been forgotten in my mind, be her own Saha world?
And what about Mu Mu brought back from Tianshan Mountain? Where is Xiaobai? Where are my parents and sister?
Many delusions arose, which startled Li Ye. He picked up the mushroom soup on the table and took a sip. He patted his chest and said, "Don't have delusions, don't remember lies. In one thought, you can walk between the paths of Buddha and Demon." between."
There are three thousand Taoist treasures and forty-eight thousand Dharma doors.
He needs to spend more time and energy to practice hard.
