At the same time, countless unintelligible and strange words from the scriptures scattered in my mind like a goddess scattering flowers.
As soon as the scriptures came into my mind, the words were unfamiliar and the sentences were difficult to understand. However, the pearls of the sea of knowledge began to circulate, as if there was a flash of inspiration. The more I read, the more familiar each word became, as if I had read it for thousands of years.
But it is only familiar, and the profound meanings contained in it are still a bit vague.
In this way, between strangeness and familiarity, between understanding and not understanding, I swayed back and forth in a trance, and after just a moment I felt a little dizzy.
These secrets of Buddhism can be understood in one glance! Thinking of this, he quickly put away the wooden sign quietly.
"Donor, how are you?" The old monk looked at the slightly yellow tea and asked lightly. He didn't know whether he was asking about the scriptures or the tea.
"I didn't understand anything at first, then suddenly everything seemed to be understood at once, and finally I realized that I understood it but didn't understand it at the same time." Liangchen thought for a moment and answered.
"Amitabha! It's normal not to understand. It's normal to understand. It's normal to seem to understand but not understand." After hearing Liangchen's answer, the old monk took a sip of tea and said slowly.
"Master, forgive me for being stupid, how do you explain this?" Liangchen was even more confused when he saw what he said.
"Haha, this Aruo Heart Sutra is the secret art of Buddhism. You have never seen it before, so you don't understand its meaning. But you integrated the Shi'e Pearl, and naturally you also accepted the insights contained in it. With these insights Naturally, you understand it again. But you have just merged, and all you have seen is superficial, and you have not yet understood the profound meaning contained in it, so you still seem to understand it." The old monk smiled calmly, and then explained carefully.
"That's it!" Liangchen understood after hearing his explanation.
"Don't worry too much about the Heart Sutra. You just need to slowly understand it. With the help of the Shi'e Pearl, it will naturally fall into place. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask my disciple." The old monk said.
"From now on, you will practice in the Heart Pavilion on the third floor. If you want to go out and relax, let Zhou Duan take you around. When you are almost recovered, it will not be too late for you to leave." The old monk continued.
"Thank you, Master!" Liangchen thanked him again and took a sip of tea. He felt that the tea was slightly bitter in the mouth and had a light aroma. It must be of very low grade. He thought for a moment, then took out a clay pot and handed it to the thin monk.
"Little master, try my spiritual tea."
Ji Tan looked at the master and saw the old monk chin slightly, then he filled the pot with tea for the two of them, and then replaced it with Liangchen's spiritual tea.
As soon as the pot was opened, a strange fragrance swirled up and rushed out of the pot.
The fat monk next to him sniffed the aroma vigorously, and an expression of enjoyment suddenly appeared on his face.
When the spirit tea is put into the pot and brewed with boiling water, the fragrance is evaporating and almost makes people intoxicated.
There was a "gudong" sound, and a standing fat monk swallowed hard.
"Master, try my Wuyue Mountain Needle."
The two emptied the tea bowls and poured the spirit tea. The old monk slowly picked up the tea cup, blew lightly, and then took a sip.
"Yes!" The old monk nodded softly, then took another sip and put down the tea bowl.
"It's much worse than the mountain dew tea in the temple, but it can barely get into your throat."
"What?" Liangchen was stunned when he heard this. He almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.
This high-quality spiritual tea is actually much worse than the bitter tea that was difficult to swallow just now, and it can barely be swallowed!
If it weren't for the old monk's life-saving grace and rebirth, he would almost have retorted on the spot.
"Is there something wrong with the tea?"
Liangchen picked up the tea bowl with doubts and took a sip. A warm current and a gentle mountain breeze came to his face. A touch of spiritual power moistened his throat and nourished his body. He raised his head and drank it all. I just feel so comfortable all over my body that it almost washes away all the hard work of the day.
"Master, when it comes to practice, I'm not as good as you. But in the tea ceremony, I think I have some experience.
Although my mountain tea is not the best spiritual tea, it is also an exotic high-grade spiritual tea. It is not only sweet in the mouth but has endless aftertaste, it can also nourish the soul. Why did the master say that this tea is not as good as your mountain tea? "Liangchen couldn't help but ask.
"Tea ceremony? Then tell me what is tea ceremony?" the old monk put down his tea bowl and asked.
"Use tea to calm your mind, use tea to refine your mind, and use tea to understand people. This is the tea ceremony." Liangchen thought for a while and answered.
"It makes sense. Then listen to my opinion." After saying that, he held the tea bowl in his hand again.
"The support is the earth, the cover is the sky, and the cup is the human being. The way of tea is the unity of heaven, earth, and man. Tasting tea means tasting the essence of heaven and earth, and it is also a taste of life. If tea is too fragrant, it is not like life, and if tea is too sweet, it is not like experience. "
"So the tea ceremony should be about savoring the hardships of life and tasting the hardships of fate."
The old monk's opinion was like a sharp sword, but it was like a flash of insight that shocked Liangchen's mind!
"Then what should real good tea look like? Bitter mountain tea?" he asked again.
"The best taste in the world is pure joy, and the bitterness makes the recipe sweet!" The old monk murmured again.
Liangchen seemed to understand something when he heard the sound, but also seemed to understand nothing. Finally, he nodded vaguely.
But when I tasted the spiritual tea in the bowl again, I felt like something was missing. It was no longer as delicious as before!
An hour later,
The old monk chatted with Liangchen for a long time before leading his disciple away.
After a conversation with him, although he didn't understand many of them, he felt that he had learned a lot.
Some words need to be carefully studied in the future to fully understand.
I'm too tired today. Let's take a rest first.
He walked to the heart pavilion, pushed it gently, and saw a small room with a hard sandalwood bed, two wooden stools, and a small wooden table. There is a word hanging in the center, a piece of white paper about one foot square, mostly blank, with one word in the center:
"bitter"!
