Speaking of Buddhist tea, we have to talk about tea first.
Tea is the national treasure of the Chinese nation.
Tea was invented by Shennong, heard by Duke Zhou of Lu, flourished in the Han Dynasty, and flourishes in contemporary times.
Tea culture began with the Confucian thoughts of actively engaging with the world during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. During the period of Emperor Shenwu, some far-sighted politicians proposed "tea to maintain integrity" to combat the extravagant trends of the aristocratic families at that time.
For a time, fluent music, conversation and drinking became a compulsory course for celebrities.
Before the Three Kingdoms, both literati and military generals liked to make friends with wine, but after all, only a few could drink heavily without getting drunk all day long. The three brothers Liu Quansheng, Xia Qing, and Deng Yan were the leaders when they were young. The three of them could use the sun and the moon as their To eat, to use heaven and earth as a bed, to drink for a day without getting drunk, is to be described as a romantic person in the world.
In recent years, the trend of light tea has gradually spread to ordinary literati, and tea can be drunk for a long time and always keep you awake. So the light tea drinkers abandoned wine and turned to good tea. Therefore, in today's era, many tea drinkers have emerged. .
Scholars all over the world advocated tea drinking, which was the beginning for tea to enter the cultural field. In recent years, almost every cultural and ideological field has been related to tea. Among politicians, tea is a tool to promote integrity and fight against luxury; among poets and poets, tea is a means of stimulating thinking and refreshing; from the perspective of Buddhists, tea is a must-have for meditation and tranquility. In this way, the cultural and social functions of tea have exceeded its natural use functions, and the Chinese tea culture has begun to take shape.
Buddhist tea refers to the tea grown, collected and drank by monks in monasteries. It is mainly used for making offerings to Buddha, entertaining guests, drinking for oneself, and giving as gifts. Buddha is a state. The emphasis is on the "one taste of Buddha and tea", "Buddha" is the enlightenment of the mind, "tea" is the spiritual bud of matter, and "one taste" is the connection between the heart and the tea, and the heart and the heart. The spirit of Han Buddhist tea culture can be summarized as "righteousness, purity, harmony and elegance".
The Zen tea culture of "Tea and Buddha" is a unique phenomenon in the history of traditional Chinese culture and a major contribution of Buddhism to world civilization. Tea and Buddhism are two cultures that came into contact with each other during their long historical development, gradually infiltrated and influenced each other, and finally merged into a new cultural form, namely Buddhist tea culture.
The century-old Jiafu Temple where I am now is one of the four ancient temples in the Han Dynasty, and its Buddhist tea culture stands at the pinnacle of the entire Buddhist world.
As soon as a cup of Buddhist tea entered my throat, I felt my internal organs refreshed, and all the fear, anxiety, confusion, and chaos in my heart were swept away.
In this place of six pure roots, I gained six sober roots.
"Thank you, Master."
I put down the tea, calmed down, and asked, "Master, what do you learn? You actually have such magical powers! You are truly a heavenly being!"
Master Dao'an, like a village man in the mountains, nestled next to me and replied with a smile, "Since the Han Dynasty, my Buddhist studies have been divided into two branches, one is Zen and the other is Prajna. I know a little bit about both."
I have never practiced Zen Buddhism, and I know nothing about what Master Dao'an said. I simply said to Master Dao'an carelessly, "Oh my! Master, what this junior is asking is what magical skill you have learned. It is so powerful. If you get it, On the battlefield, with thousands of troops and horses, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do but master.”
"Martial arts moves flow from shape and originate from style. They are all superficial and external, and should not be true!" Dao'an calmed his body, full of Zen, and said vividly, "Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should have a pure mind like this. The mind should not dwell in form, nor should the mind dwell in sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma. The mind should arise in nothing."
"What does this mean? Master." I didn't understand, so I pouted, "Can't we say something that I understand?"
"If your heart is right, your person will be right!" Daoan smiled and explained patiently.
"You are the real master! Everything you say is so right."
I immediately praised him and said, "In Lingyuan City, I met a young man. He said that he was a disciple of Yichan, the eminent monk of White Horse Temple, but he just chanted sutras, drank wine, and chatted with birds every day! He was dull and dull. Quite, no different from ordinary people, but you think it's strange or not, my eldest brother Liu Yi said that this little Jianliu can save thousands of souls from suffering in the sea of suffering."
"Practice more Zizi Zen in White Horse Temple. Once your mind is at ease, you will be at ease wherever you go." Daoan said with a smile, "Neither birth nor death, neither dirt nor purity, neither increase nor decrease, neither pursuit nor pursuit. Follow your heart. , it is my luck to gain spiritual freedom, but it is my fate to lose it. In other words, it is the true scripture of my Buddha, but I have been asking for it but cannot get it, and I am tossing and turning!"
I disagreed with these words and immediately retorted, "Master, isn't the purpose of practicing hard so that one day you can physically become a saint, become a Buddha, or become a mystic? If everyone is as comfortable and carefree as Yi Xian, then what? How long and long will it take for us to have a glimpse into the mysteries of the universe?"
"A person who truly wants to live in seclusion will never tell the world in a big way that he wants to live in seclusion. A person who really wants to be an official will never pursue the positions of the Five Lords and Twelve Ministers. People who really want to practice spiritual practice will not think about it. Yuhua Tongxuan!" Master Daoan smiled and poured tea for me, and said softly, "Little benefactor, for a hundred years, only Zheng Xuan has become a literati. How can we say that there are no literati in this world at all? The only martial artist is Lu Bu Tongxuan. Can it be said that there have been no martial arts masters in the world for a hundred years?"
The words were not difficult to understand, and I understood them easily. I smiled and said, "Master, the kind of person you are talking about is rare in the world! At least, I have only met one person. However, I may meet him in the future, or I may not meet him again." "
Master Dao'an nodded and said to the Buddha, "A gentleman is content with poverty, and a master understands destiny. A person who is so comfortable will naturally not care about high officials, generous salaries and immortality! Hahaha."
My thoughts moved as my heart moved, and suddenly I thought of my idea of seclusion, so I nodded seriously and said, "So, Master, is it right for me, this junior, to go as I please?"
"How can you ask me this question?" Master Daoan pointed at my chest and smiled mysteriously, "You have to ask your heart about this question!"
I pouted and said, "Master is too casual. Can you give me some advice?"
Master Dao'an joked, "Haha! Why don't you stay and listen to me for a few years? The Taoism will be self-evident. It just so happens that my temple is short of people and it is quiet enough. Wouldn't it be comfortable for you to meditate and realize Taoism here?"
"No wonder the master is holding on to me. It turns out he wants to recruit a disciple!"
I danced around, acted funny, smiled, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master, but I have always been poor and humble, and I am used to living a hard life. I cannot live a wealthy and peaceful life. I live in Lingyuan City, hunting, eating and drinking, and traveling around the mountains and rivers." , but he is happy and happy. I will miss the master in the future, and now I will come to Jiafu Temple to look for him."
"Jiafu Temple never accepts disciples. You can come when you want and leave when you want." Daoan said with a kind face, "Buddha talks about fate, I talk about Buddhism!"
"Then let's go back, junior! My parents at home still need to be filial."
Seeing that Dao'an's expression was unchanged, I asked obediently, "Master, the stone tablet at the door has been standing for many years. Why was it destroyed just because of a junior's complaint?"
"It just so happened that I wanted to make a recommendation today, and it just so happened that the little benefactor opened his mouth today!" Daoan lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, speaking in a warm voice as usual, "Medicine can cure diseases, and Buddha can save those who are destined. Just when the little benefactor set foot in Jiafu Temple, a poor monk entered After entering the realm of immortality, my mentor died in immortality, and I went to immortality again. This cycle of cause and effect should also come to an end!"
I finally clasped my hands together and said with great piety, "Master is open-minded, and I will admire you deeply!"
...
It was a quiet afternoon, with the bells under the eaves tinkling, Master Dao'an and I drinking wild tea in the winter snow, and before we knew it, we were chatting about the stars in the sky.
The sound of cicada came out, it was extremely peaceful, and I felt refreshed in my heart. This is the heaven and earth!
Etc., etc! I suddenly sat up, dripping with cold sweat.
It's winter now and all the insects are silent. Where did the cicada come from?
I followed the clues and my head was spinning rapidly.
It must be a crappy trick played by someone with ulterior motives. I immediately looked at Master Daoan with fear, "Master, there is someone outside the door!"
"One wrong thought will make you realize that all your actions are wrong. When Jiang Feng was angry and killed his master, it seems that he doesn't want to let me go, even his junior brother!" Dao An quietly made tea, shook his head and smiled.
I asked in surprise, "Master, you, are you the junior brother of Quzhou Mu Jiangfeng?"
Master Daoan nodded easily.
"The people outside...are they sent by Jiangzhou Mu to kill you?"
Even though Master Dao'an, an enlightened monk, was by my side, I was even more frightened. With City Lord Jiang's ruthless methods, if today is just a test, then it's okay to say that if he comes to ask for his life, even if I am an outsider, I will not be able to escape death!
"Yes!" Daoan answered calmly and pointed to the bed where I was lying just now and said, "There is a secret compartment under the bed where you can stay temporarily. I will go out and have a look at him. After you go out, turn off the lights. If someone kills someone, The poor monk who set fire can't stop you, so you hide in the secret compartment. There is a button inside the secret compartment. Once you pull the button, the secret compartment cannot be opened from the outside. The little donor can hide in peace and wait until the visitor has gone away before you come out again. , you will be safe and sound."
My little heart almost jumped into my throat, and I quickly agreed, "Okay! Okay, okay! Everything will be arranged by the master."
"Of course, if someone sets a fire after killing everyone, then the little donor will be affected!" Daoan teased me, "You might be burned into a little suckling pig!"
"Master, don't scare me, I'm cowardly!" I quickly extinguished the oil lamp.
Master Daoan laughed loudly, opened the door and walked away.
I was scared and curious, but in the end I couldn't hold myself back. Instead of entering the secret compartment, I lay down at the crack of the window and took a peek.
Looking in front of the Tianwang Hall, dozens of Jiafu Temple monks held warrior sticks and stood behind Daoan.
Not far in front of Master Dao'an, a scholar full of yin energy stood with his hands behind his back.
Beside and behind the scholar, on the walls and eaves of the temple, stood a dark crowd of knife-wielding men of all kinds, who looked like people from the Jianghu world, but seemed not to be the same. They all had their faces covered, holding swords in their hands, staring at Daoan. Grandmaster.
Looking at this murderous posture, he is preparing for a big fight today!
Some people died, but not completely...
