A pot of spring tea to entertain guests, today I changed the place.
I have seen the scenery in the mountains, the Buddhas of the three generations in the main hall, the female Bodhisattva in the purple bamboo forest, and the unfinished golden body of Arhat.
Look at the living room that is filled with Buddhist scriptures and looks simple.
The three members of the Duanmu family were a little confused. Duanmu Qing couldn't help but ask, "Sir, did you spend so much effort just to leave some thoughts for future generations?"
Duanmu Fengyun also felt the same, so he had no intention of correcting Duanmu Qing.
Gongyang Bo only knew a little bit and couldn't explain it to the three of them.
Li Xiuyuan took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and replied: "This is not a yearning, it is a path of practice, a path to the Buddha's kingdom."
Regarding Buddhism, Li Xiuyuan did not want to explain too much to the three people in front of him, because they obviously would not practice here.
He has learned his own path from Ksitigarbha's mouth and has achieved the most important purpose of this journey to heaven. Next, he must follow God's will.
Looking at Duanmu Qing, he said softly: "Cut all doubt and make faith. Zoroastrianism thrives because of a queen, and I just want to leave a path for future generations."
Duanmu Qing looked at him with a strange expression, and after a while he asked: "Why not be more brilliant?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Making money with the people of the world through glorious things? That is not the result I want."
Gongyang Bo coughed softly, as if he was reminding and recalling, his expression was a little excited and a little lonely.
He said, "My husband just bought five acres of land at the foot of the mountain to support the monks in the temple. Several vegetable plots in the back mountain were also cultivated by my husband and me."
Li Xiuyuan continued: "Yes, I just
I hope that the monks who practice here in the future can devote themselves to the Buddha and pray for the villagers at the foot of the mountain instead of making money through this. "
Duanmu Fengyun finally understood Li Xiuyuan's thoughts and said with emotion: "It seems that there are some differences between your Buddha and the Queen's Buddha."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said: "Ordinarily, there should be no difference. The ancient burning lamp Buddha they worship is also a Buddha, but they have made the road a little narrower."
"Three of you also look at me. Although my temple is small, it also enshrines the Buddhas of the three generations, the female Bodhisattva of the Purple Bamboo Forest, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and some Arhat Golden Bodhisattva..."
"And the gods and Buddhas of the gods are not limited to those in my temple. I am just a small temple, otherwise I can also offer offerings to the ancient Buddha of Lanterns in the temple. In my opinion, there is no difference between Buddhas. The only difference is the people who support him."
After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan said seriously: "Although I practiced in the temple in the past, I was not officially ordained. I hope that in the future a compassionate monk will come to preach to the people at the foot of the mountain."
The old man Gong Yangbo was stunned when he heard this and was speechless for a long time.
He had lived for so long and never asked Helian Mingyue which Buddha the Fire Worship Sect worshiped. Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan in front of him solved his confusion in one day.
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and murmured: "Sure enough, the road is getting narrower and narrower. In the end, doesn't she think of herself as the ancient Buddha, and let the believers in the world regard her as a god?"
Li Xiuyuan looked calm and did not answer his words.
Because he saw the expressions of enlightenment on the faces of the three Duanmu family members, he no longer needed any more explanations.
Just when he was in Suiye City, he often went to the Zoroastrian temple
Looks like a Buddha.
Since they are all Buddhas, there should be no discrimination.
If a Buddha differentiates between people and only cares for his own followers, is that kind of Buddha still a Buddha?
He figured this out when he was in Suiye City, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the grassland and worked as a shepherd for ten years.
Silently, as the hot tea fell into the cups for the four of them, Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "So, sometimes you might as well look at the world carefully and you will find different truths."
Duanmu Qing said softly: "It's just that the world seen with spiritual consciousness is black and white, isn't it?"
"Isn't this world itself black and white?"
Don't know why
What, Li Xiuyuan suddenly became interested, started Zen meditation with Duanmu Qing, and talked to him about Buddhism.
He said: "It's like day and night. If you can't even see day and night, light and darkness, what's the point of your hard practice?"
"Even if you are lucky enough to break through the void and ascend one day, maybe you will go to another world, but that world is still a world of black and white. How will you face it?"
This is what he has understood along the way, and it is also his emotion.
Whether he can understand or how much he can understand is not important to Li Xiuyuan. Not to mention the four people in front of him, even in this world, he is just a passerby.
It's like he dropped a grain of fire in the mountains and lit a lamp in the temple.
As for whether someone would come here in the future to make this fire burn, or whether he could pass on the Buddhist scriptures he left in the temple, it was not his concern.
Because Ksitigarbha and Master both said that this world is just a corner on his heavenly road, then he, Xiao Die'er and Crow are destined to be on the same road.
people.
The old man Gongyang Bo was happy when he heard this. This is what he meant.
In his opinion, this kind of truth might be a bit difficult to accept when told to the villagers down the mountain, but the monks in front of him were the only monks in the world, so they would naturally understand it deeply.
The old man's eyes softened, he looked at Duanmu Qing and said, "Sir, I'm telling you, don't look at other people's faces, but their hearts."
Without waiting for Duanmu Qing to answer, the old man continued: "If you can't even see the other person's heart, how can you have a heart-to-heart talk?"
After Duanmuqing heard the words, he lowered his head and stopped talking, but quietly thought about the truth.
Duanmu Wuhui laughed loudly and said, "After listening to your words again today, I realized that some people still walk in the dark and cannot see the light after practicing their whole life."
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "Because they may feel that being in the darkness is more comfortable and easier than guarding the light."
As soon as these words came out, Lian Gongyang Bo and Lian Duanmu were instantly shocked.
The two of them thought of the scene that happened in the Tianshan Mountains yesterday, and Duanmu Fengyun thought of the dead Duanmu Qingyun, and the Meng Wuhen who didn't know he had left Tianshui.
Gongyang Bo sighed and said: "I have only been guarding the woman I like all my life. I have spent most of my life in a daze, but I rarely think about the principles of the world."
This is also where the old man is proud and frustrated.
Duanmu Fengyun sighed: "If people can know black and guard white, why would they kill people on the street in Tianshui Town?"
Duanmu Qing said subconsciously: "So, there are too many people walking with their eyes closed in this world, and I am one of them."
"Don't think too much, you three. I'm not educating you.
They mean, after all, I am just a passerby. "
Li Xiuyuan glanced at the three of them and said with a hint of regret: "We masters and disciples are not here to educate anyone, but to perfect our own practice, but we don't want to fall into the pit of this world."
"Even if I build this temple in the mountains, it is just to express one thing, to give people with light in their hearts a place to go, and to give the villagers down the mountain a place to place their wishes."
"Thank you." Duanmu Fengyun didn't know how to express his current mood, so he only said two words.
"I think I should find the direction of practice."
Duanmuqing smiled and said, "Although I didn't understand some truths before, it doesn't prevent me from being a sober person in the future and reminding myself not to take the wrong path."
Duanmu Wuhui smiled and said, "Sir, you should go to Tianshui to open a school to teach truth to the monks in the world."
"I have killed many people in my life, and I think I cannot speak Dharma for all sentient beings."
Li Xiuyuan did not want to continue this topic and murmured: "I asked him in front of the Bodhisattva last night, was I wrong about the people in the Meng family?"
"But I've already reasoned with them, and I'm afraid of death, too?"
Having said this, he looked at the four people in front of him and smiled bitterly: "Now, can you understand my current mood?"
...
Before noon, the three Duanmu family members left.
Before leaving, Li Xiuyuan gave Duanmu Fengyun a small jar of spiritual wine and said softly: "You two can drink again in two years, but this unbroken gentleman can try it when he returns home..."
Li Xiuyuan in the mountain did not offer spiritual tea to the three of them because he felt that the three of them had nothing to do with him.
The fate is not enough.
After all, the reason the three of them came here was to seek revenge on themselves.
Just because the three of them could understand what he was saying and were sensible people, he was willing to give the three of them a chance to hear the truth.
Duanmu Fengyun was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Duanmu Qing behind him and said, "Why don't you thank sir for your kindness?"
He felt the huge spiritual power and cultivation from Gongyang Bo. Only then did he understand that it might be related to the young man in front of him.
Originally, he was very happy when he heard about the truth in the mountains.
Unexpectedly, before parting, Li Xiuyuan gave him another surprise, and even Duanmuqing was about to follow him.
For the Duanmu family, this was a huge favor.
Li Xiuyuan cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Three cups are enough. More is useless. I can only do a little bit for you."
Duanmu Qing bowed deeply and said happily: "Sir, if you go to the East China Sea for a trip someday and pass by Tianshui, you will definitely come to the town to stay for a few days."
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand: "The mountains are high and the road is far. We are destined to meet again."
The three of them bowed their hands and walked up the long stone steps toward the light at the bottom of the mountain.
Back in the living room, the old man talked about Helian Mingyue and put the possible scene in front of Li Xiuyuan.
After talking for a while, she looked at him and asked, "What if she comes here with thousands of troops? Will she hurt the innocent villagers down the mountain?"
When Li Xiuyuan heard this, a look of compassion suddenly appeared on his face, and he sighed quietly.
After being silent for a long time, he let out a heavy breath, as if he had made a decision at this moment and made up his mind to deal with it.
Looking at the old man, he replied: "Then
As the seniors said, take advantage of the coming storm to expand the formation at the bottom of the mountain all the way up to the official road. "
The old man nodded: "If she comes, I will talk to her first. After all, you practice in this mountain and have never provoked them."
Li Xiuyuan nodded and shook his head.
He said softly: "Talk about love and reason. If this is useful and can make her take her mind off her, I am also willing to sit down with her and make a pot of tea on the mountain to discuss Taoism."
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!" The banging sound in the hall stopped at this moment.
The craftsman who cooked the rice shouted from a distance: "Old sir, sir, come here and have lunch together." It was already noon, and the craftsmen were about to take a break for lunch.
The old man responded: "Just come, thank you."
Hearing this, Li Xiuyuan showed a sincere smile on his face, looked at the old man and said, "This is the smoke of the world. For this smoke, I am willing to talk to her."
The old man put down his tea cup, stood up and walked out of the living room. He thought for a while and said, "I have known her for so many years, so she should be a person who is willing to reason."
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly and patted the dust on his clothes. A bright look shone on his face covered with black cloth.
He murmured: "Although she and I are not friends, I think if she comes here, she would want to listen to my reasoning."
After saying that, he followed the old man and walked out of the living room. Just like him and Duanmu Qing, he was also a monk with sound eyes.
Only the old man understood that even in the temple, Li Xiuyuan saw nothing but black and white.
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