Looking at these four words, Liangchen was shocked!
Tears almost burst into his eyes. He stared at these four words motionlessly, his heart was filled with ups and downs, and he could not calm down for a long time!
"Is it really the end of all the hardships?" He still couldn't believe it. After a long time, he finally felt a little tired. He lay on the hard sandalwood bed and slowly entered the deep sleep amidst the lingering sandalwood incense and the faint sound of chanting sutras. Dreamland.
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The next day, Liangchen opened his eyes to the melodious sound of bells.
Although this sleep was not sweet, and the various dreams and past events seemed like a play, you will sing and I will appear on stage, but because the big stone in my heart was finally removed, I slept fairly well. .
He briefly sensed the condition of the Nascent Soul in his body and found that there was indeed no change from yesterday. It seemed that what the master said was true. He must practice the "Aruo Heart Sutra" to accelerate the integration of the Shi'e Pearl and the Chunyang Buddha contained in it. Blood.
I burned a piece of soul-fixing incense, lighted the Eternal Lamp, and ate a few more spiritual fruits. When my mind was calm, I took out the wooden sign and began to meditate on the "Aruo Heart Sutra" again.
"Aruo asked Buddha, where is the beginning of all things?
Buddha said: Heaven and earth are the universe.
Aruo asked again, the beginning of the universe?
Buddha said, Yin and Yang are two things.
A Ruo San asked: The beginning of the two rituals?
Buddha said: Prajna Bodhi.
Aruo’s fourth question: The beginning of Bodhi?
Buddha said: "Thunderbolts are heard in the sea, and the sun is sighing at the Peng..."
I don't know if it's because of the second enlightenment, or if this night's sea of consciousness has merged with some ideas from the Shi'e beads. He felt that reading these difficult-to-talk scriptures seemed to be easier than yesterday.
There are only about a hundred words in the scripture. At first, I could only guess and understand the general meaning. However, as I went on, it became more and more profound and mysterious, and almost every sentence was difficult to understand.
In addition, most of these scriptures are four-character verses, which are even more obscure and difficult to understand. For a while, it was impossible to find a way to practice.
He had to comprehend and recite word by word. After reading it several times, he was still confused and had to give up.
Recalling that the master had said yesterday that if there was any confusion, he could look for the two apprentices. After a brief thought, he put away the wooden sign and pushed out the door.
When I walked to the hall, I subconsciously looked up at the beams, only to find that there was nothing there. The basket that the old monk hung up yesterday seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
"I obviously saw the master hanging the basket on the beam yesterday, but why did it disappear today?" With a strange look on his face, he used his spiritual mind to scan every inch of the roof. After a while, he still didn't find anything.
"What a surprise! No wonder I didn't find a basket yesterday. The master waved his hand and the basket was there."
"It's interesting!" Liangchen smiled and went down the stairs.
When we reached the second floor, the huge jade ball was still placed quietly on the glass table. The silver bead in the center was emitting a faint light, making it look quiet and mysterious.
When Liangchen looked at it, there was a hint of longing in his eyes, but when he thought of what the old monk said, he had to give up the idea.
Suddenly he remembered that when the stars appeared yesterday, not only was his soul shaken, but his body also responded. He couldn't help but have another strange thought, but then he shook his head.
He looked at the criss-crossing thin lines painted on the surrounding doors and windows, and spoke softly:
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the first floor again.
When I got to the first floor, I couldn't see the old monk, only the thin monk and the fat monk were walking out.
"Amitabha, the donor is polite!" The thin monk saw Liangchen and walked down, with an indifferent expression and clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.
The fat monk next to him arched his eyebrows and had a bit of a smile in his eyes. He was about to step forward to say hello to Liangchen. Suddenly he remembered that he was practicing a mantra, so he had to clasp his hands and nod towards Liangchen.
"Master Jidan, I wonder where you are going?" Liangchen asked.
"Donor Ye, I haven't been in the temple these years, and many things are gone. The master asked me to pick some camellia." The thin monk replied.
"I was about to ask the young master some questions he encountered during his cultivation. Can he come with us?" Liangchen asked.
"It's okay! The donor will come with me." The thin monk nodded, and the fat monk next to him smiled even more.
The two stepped out and walked towards the clouds and mist, followed closely by Liang Chen. They saw their feet on the clouds and their clothes fluttering. They looked like they were out of the dust, and they suddenly felt a sense of envy.
The three of them walked for about a cup of tea and landed on a mountainside.
Although it is on the mountainside, it is not far from the top of the mountain. It is inaccessible and feels like climbing into a fairyland.
Looking around on a good day, I saw towering ancient trees all over the mountains and plains like huge green umbrellas dotted between the mountains. The morning light fell from the sky, gently falling through the dense shade of the trees, and was shaken by the crisp and bright birdsong. Dots of colorful glazed agate gemstones are scattered everywhere!
A bluestone mountain road winds gradually, with bushes on both sides, scattered wild flowers in between, and long white catkins of nameless thatch. There are rustling sounds everywhere, whether it is the chirping of insects or the movement of small animals passing through.
Liangchen looked around, but there was no tea tree in sight. Just as he was guessing, he saw two young monks walking forward in a familiar way.
Six or seven miles into the mountain, the stone road gradually became steeper, and finally turned into a thin path. The path was covered with fallen leaves, which made a soft crunching sound when you stepped on it.
In this way, when the path gradually disappeared and there was almost no path, two monks stopped. Each of them walked to a towering ancient tree, each took out a cloth bag and carried it in his hand, and then looked up at the colorful tree crown.
Liangchen also followed their gaze and saw that the two ancient trees were about a hundred feet high and difficult for five people to hold. They were the two thickest trees around. They were thousands of years old.
The leaves of the ancient tree are shaped like a heart, densely stacked, and tremble slightly in the morning light.
"Is this a tea tree?" Liangchen searched his memory and found nothing.
While he was thinking, the two monks seemed to have been petrified and were frozen in place. They did not go up the tree to pick tea leaves for a long time.
"What's going on? Doesn't it take time to pick tea?" Liangchen watched the two of them staring up at each other motionless, waiting for half a stick of incense.
While he was doubting, a gust of mountain wind blew over the hills. A few half-yellow and half-green leaves at the top of the tree trembled slightly, then drooped gently, drifting down in the breeze.
The two monks moved at the same time!
I saw a few afterimages flashing under the tree, and the leaves were picked up by the two monks.
The two of them put it into the bag with happy faces, and then disappeared again.
"Falling leaves for tea?" Liangchen's heart moved, and he immediately guessed the two people's intentions.
"But what kind of tea tree is this? How can any tea tree grow so huge?"
Just like this, Liangchen looked at the two figures, sometimes motionless like statues, sometimes flashing like butterflies through flowers.
As the morning light grew stronger, their bags gradually became bulging, and they finally stopped and walked towards Liangchen.
"The tea has been picked. Go back." The thin monk said.
"It turns out that this mountain dew tea can be picked like this. It's really eye-opening!" Liangchen sighed, and then asked, "Excuse me, little master, what kind of tea tree is this?"
"Amitabha, the young monk doesn't know the name of this tree, he only knows that it is the two largest trees on this mountain!
The master used to often gain enlightenment under a tree here, so he picked the leaves from the tree for tea. The master said that the tea could reveal his past. "
"This tea needs to be picked in the morning so that there is morning dew, so it is called dew tea." The thin monk said and took out a few leaves from the cloth bag. Sure enough, there was a little bit of dew in the green and yellow.
"Ah! Big tree?" Liangchen was stunned when he heard this. He randomly found two big trees and picked leaves to make tea. This was too casual!
"No wonder, it's so bitter..." He shook his head, but when he saw the fat monk on the side winking at him, he couldn't help but be startled.
