"Look carefully." The old monk sighed and said to himself: "You can go up the mountain another day and learn from your brother what it means to look at the world with your heart."
While the little monk and a group of onlookers were stunned, the two small melons on the melon vine grew wildly until they grew into two large watermelons.
Amidst the exclamations of the businessman, the middle-aged man reached out and picked two large watermelons and handed them over...
The businessman gave the money and was speechless for a moment while holding a watermelon in one hand. At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the melon vines on the ground disappeared with the wind.
Looking at the watermelon held by the businessman in his arms, the little monk followed a group of curious people and clapped their hands and applauded, and was very excited for a while.
From the young monk's point of view, even if everything in front of him is the red method, it is too real.
He took the old monk's hand and hummed: "Master, it's really amazing. I have never seen it before."
The old monk smiled and replied: "It's good to think about it. It finally allows you to see a different world."
While the master and apprentice were talking, someone else paid for the watermelon grown by the middle-aged man.
He still dug the ground with his hoe, dropped the seeds, and poured water. The middle-aged man continued to shout.
The little monk thought for a while, looked at the master and asked: "Master, if everything in front of you is a trick, will those two watermelons disappear?"
The old monk shook his head and replied: "No, this middle-aged man should be from the south..."
The little monk nodded thoughtfully.
"The climate in the south is different from that in the imperial city." The old monk sighed and said quietly: "If you have the opportunity to go to the south in the future, you will understand why there are watermelons in winter."
The little monk nodded, looked at the scene in front of him and asked, "Why won't the watermelon disappear?"
"Because the watermelon is real." The old monk replied quietly, with no expression on his face.
The young monk chuckled: "It seems that those melons and vines are also fake? But the disciple has clearly watched them grow up."
The little monk now only believes in his own eyes. What the master said is too profound.
The old monk's voice became smaller and smaller, and only the young monk heard: "In short, the seeds sprout...the melon leaves grow taller, etc., all are tricks."
The little monk nodded, then shook his head.
The old monk sighed and continued to explain: "The mantra chanted by that guy has bewitched you. When he said the seeds have sprouted, you thought they had sprouted..."
The young monk shook his head: "But that guy is planting melons again. He didn't recite the incantation anymore. The disciples still saw the little buds, leaves and melons..."
The old monk sighed leisurely and said: "Magic is also a kind of illusion. As long as you are hit once, it will be imprinted in your mind."
After saying these words, the old monk closed his mouth, pulled the young monk away from the crowd, turned and left.
The little monk turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him, who was handing out the watermelon in his hand, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, we don't want to buy it?"
The old monk sighed and replied: "I made a mistake as a teacher. This is really terrible..."
When the master and apprentice turned around, a group of onlookers cheered again. The middle-aged man planted two more watermelons and handed them to the melon buyer in front of him.
The middle-aged man frowned as he watched the master and apprentice leave, and continued to ask: "Does anyone else want to eat melon?"
This time a woman shouted: "I want to buy two, hurry up, I want to go home!"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."
At this moment, the old monk had already pulled the young monk into the market.
He asked the little monk to close his eyes, and then the scene that happened on the street turned into a golden light and appeared in the little monk's mind.
Every move of the middle-aged man under the big tree was still the same as before.
Lao Shang said: "Look carefully, he took out two melons from the bucket and put them into his arms..."
So in the little monk's mind, he saw the middle-aged man taking a spoonful of water to water the seeds, while at the same time stuffing two melons into his arms like lightning.
Then, the young monk saw that the middle-aged man's loose black shirt suddenly bulged.
The middle-aged man shouted loudly: "The guests are waiting to go home, the seeds will sprout soon..."
The old monk said calmly: "It won't sprout. It's an illusion."
The middle-aged man looked at the woman in front of him and continued to shout: "Since the buds have sprouted, why not hurry up and grow leaves?"
The old monk continued: "Look clearly, there is nothing there. Where are the leaves?"
The middle-aged man's voice became louder and he said with a smile: "Oh, it's about to bloom."
The old monk sighed and said, "Look carefully, have they bloomed?"
The young monk, who was pulled by the old monk and closed his eyes, finally frowned.
The old monk smiled lightly: "You saw it, he took this thing out of his arms."
Before the old monk finished speaking, the young monk saw in his mind the middle-aged man shouting and reaching out to pick melons.
But he took out the two-year-old melon from his arms and handed it to the woman in front of him...
The woman hugged the melon and left happily...
It wasn't until he left that the young monk remembered that the woman had clearly not given the middle-aged man any melon money.
The middle-aged man did not open his mouth to ask the woman for his hard-earned money.
Selling melons for free is a rare sight in the Imperial City. Even if you go to the market to buy a piece of tofu, you still have to pay the shopkeeper a penny!
It wasn't until the middle-aged man left with two large buckets, and until the onlookers dispersed, that the old monk sighed, and another golden light disappeared into the young monk's mind.
He said to the young monk with a leisurely expression: "Disciple, please look carefully and don't scream!"
Before the old monk finished speaking, the young monk saw the woman holding the watermelon and leaving with a look of joy on her face.
She was so happy that she even forgot to give the middle-aged man money for watermelon.
However, as she walked, the woman smelled a strange smell and saw people not far ahead looking at her with frightened eyes.
So he looked down and was frightened: "Wow...what a ghost!" With a loud voice, he threw the two watermelons in his arms far away.
The young monk followed the example of the old monk and sighed, and saw two skulls rolling on the street...
"You can open your eyes."
The old monk sighed and said quietly: "In my eyes, that woman is just like your uncle and uncle. She can't live without greed, anger and ignorance in her heart!"
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The young monk shook his head, thought for a while and replied: "That woman probably isn't. She was too happy, so she forgot to give the money."
The old monk chuckled: "That's because she was under an illusion."
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In the wooden house on the snow mountain, Li Xiuyuan had already changed a pot of tea and smiled at Sanzang who was in deep thought.
Said: "Monk, if you were also here, would you be like this guy and fell into the man's illusion?"
Sanzang sighed and said solemnly: "The sage said: Don't talk about monsters, power, chaos, and gods. We should use our eyes to identify the things we encounter."
When the young monk heard this, he clapped his hands and said, "Master said that my brother and I should learn to see the things in front of us with our hearts. Brother, is it true that everything I see with my eyes is fake?"
Li Xiuyuan's hand holding the teapot shook, thinking that this old monk was really worried.
As a master, if you don't teach your disciples well, you will actually leave this job to yourself.
But at the moment, he had not thought about how to speak for the young monk. He had already spent all his time explaining the matter to Xiaohu in the grotto.
Seeing Sanzang here, Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "I have to go dig the ground in the garden for a while. The vegetables in winter are old and need to be replaced with new seeds."
Sanzang was also stunned, thinking to himself, you just left this matter to me again.
But he also knew that the two of them had disturbed Li Xiuyuan's practice after all, so he could only smile and reply: "You go ahead, I will try to explain."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the little monk and said, "You study the Fa with the big monk, and I'll go and be busy for a while."
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) When the little monk heard that he was going to dig the ground, he quickly asked: "Brother, do you want my help?"
"Don't move, you have to learn from the monk now."
Li Xiuyuan rolled up his sleeves, walked outside the living room, took off his shoes and put them under the eaves, took a hoe and went into the vegetable garden.
The black soil on the snow-capped mountains is very loose and does not require much effort.
All he had to do was dig out the old vegetables and hybrids, level the land, and finish these troublesome things before Qin Xiangyu came.
As long as I still have the Tang Dynasty and live on this mountain looking at the mountains, I will inevitably grow vegetables, pick tea and raise flowers.
The two people in the living room were whispering, and from time to time there was a burst of incomprehensible yells from the young monk. To Li Xiuyuan's ears, it was like the little tiger's cliff on the grotto.
After all, it is not an easy thing to learn to see the world with your heart.
This is a snow-capped mountain. He doesn't want the young monk to practice blindfolded like Sanzang. If he falls down the mountain, he has no way to explain to the old monk.
Although he had never seen the old monk before him.
After spending an hour plowing the soil in the vegetable garden, Li Xiuyuan felt like he was farming in the wild on Tianshan Mountain.
The only difference is that this bit of work is nothing to him now.
When he was in Tianshan, he felt powerless every time he waved the hoe.
Come to think of it, I am probably the only one who has experienced this kind of experience.
I cleaned up the dug vegetables and took them to the mountain spring to wash them with snow water, thinking that before the old man and Qin Xiangyu came up, I didn't have to worry about running out of vegetables.
After washing up and putting on his shoes, Li Xiuyuan returned to the living room. He saw that the little monk was still holding in his face and his face was red. Apparently he did not fully understand Sanzang's meaning.
Entering the living room, Li Xiuyuan touched the little monk's head and laughed.
Said: "When your master asked you to close your eyes, he transmitted everything he saw with his eyes to your mind. That scene is real, not a trick."
The young monk nodded and replied: "It seems so."
Li Xiuyuan picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and then said: "At that moment, you were not looking at the world with your heart, that was your master, who acted as your eyes."
Sanzang smiled slightly when he heard this: "That's good."
The little monk shook his head: "Then how should I pay attention? Is it possible that like the big monk, my face is covered with a piece of cloth?"
"Visualize!"
Li Xiuyuan placed the teacup in his hand in front of him, then closed his eyes and reached for the teacup, but his hand stayed on top of the teacup and did not continue.
Said: "You can try this a few times, see clearly with your eyes open, then close your eyes to touch and pick it up, until you can pick a flower with your eyes closed in the mountains."
"Until you walk into the Sutra Pavilion and find the scripture you want... Until you reach the level of the old monk, you can only study like this..."
"When one day you clearly see a flower in your eyes, and when you close your eyes and stretch out your hand, you are scratched by the thorns on the branches, you will understand what it means to see the world with your heart..."
It was only then that Li Xiuyuan discovered that he seemed to have made a step forward in teaching Buddhism and preaching to others than Zhou did in the Buddhist hall of the grotto.
Not every flower is worth touching, and not every branch filled with flowers is smooth.
He couldn't explain this truth to the young monk in detail, just like the old monk explained greed, anger and ignorance to his disciples.
What the old monk saw was greed, anger and ignorance.
What the young monk saw was the most real scene in the world.
The little monk thought for a while and replied: "It seems to make sense. I have to go to the mountains to try it. Thank you, brother."
Li Xiuyuan grabbed the little monk who was about to run out: "Let's try it in the house first. Now you can try it in the mountains. If you are not careful, you will fall down the mountain..."
Tripitaka couldn't help but praise: "It's true that he is teaching the Dharma to others, and his blessings are greater than those of others."
