Over the past year, he has gained a lot from Baima Temple. If Zen Master Jing Nian had not opened the door to him and opened various classics to him, he would not have laid such a solid foundation.
Moreover, he also had great admiration for Zen Master Jing Nian’s Buddhist cultivation. Sometimes he regretted it. With Zen Master Jing Nian’s Buddhist realm, if he practiced, he would soon be able to reach the realm of Yuanying, and even the Dao of Yuanshen. .
But every time when he mentioned this matter, Zen Master Jing Nian always smiled and said nothing and did not answer.
He gained a lot from the Qing Dynasty in the temple, but as he read more and more Buddhist classics, his understanding of Buddhism became more and more confused.
The future seems to be a mess, unclear and unclear, and it is difficult to find the way forward.
He seems to have never known what a Buddha is.
The Buddha in his heart couldn't give him the answer.
Therefore, Monk Wuxin ended his retreat in order to find the path and resolve his doubts.
"Wuxin, it's time for you to join the world." Seeing the confusion deep in Monk Wuxin's heart, Zen Master Jingnian showed a complex look in his eyes and said slowly.
"Master, the doubts in the disciple's heart have not been solved yet. Are you going to go down the mountain now?" Monk Wuxin was slightly stunned, a little surprised.
Wu Xin had a premonition that Zen Master Jing Nian seemed to know the doubts in his heart.
But, how is this possible?
Zen Master Jing Nian is just an ordinary person with no cultivation at all, but as a real person of Yuanying who has reached the Great Perfection of Yuanying, why can he see his confusion?
The old monk slowly stepped forward and came to the golden body of Buddha in the main hall. He clasped his hands together, his eyebrows slightly closed, and his simple voice contained an indescribable and unknown meaning.
"When you are in illusion, the confusion will never be broken. The world is just a sea of suffering, with no end or other shore in sight. People in the world often talk about the eight sufferings, birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, separation from love, and failure to seek. , The five hearts are blazing. I came here to rescue the world from the sea of suffering, which is boundless and resentment is hard to eliminate. In my opinion, the Buddha used his body as a boat to cross the world and save the world from the sea of suffering, and notarize the way to the other side."
"But, this is the Buddha in my heart, not your Buddha. Those who learn from me will live, and those who are like me will die. It is better to seek the Buddha than to seek oneself. How can one seek the true self on the mountain? This answer requires you Find it yourself.”
As soon as these words came out, Monk Wu Xin became even more confused, "Although the rain is heavy, it will not moisten the grass without roots. Even though the Buddha's Dharma is vast, it will not help those who have no destiny. Even if he is a Buddha, there are still three things he will not cross: those who have no destiny will not cross, those who have no faith will not cross, and those who have no faith will not cross. Those who wish will not be able to cross. There are people in this world who cannot be crossed even by the Buddha. How can a disciple cross himself?"
Zen Master Jing Nian shook his head and said slowly: "What I mean by not crossing over is not true non-crossing, nor does it exclude the recipients, but Buddhism seeks for others. In the past, we could not cross, but now we can cross, and now we cannot cross. Cross it in the future.”
"If you can't cross yourself now, then cross the world first, and use your body as a boat to ferry people across the boundless sea of suffering. This is the case in all mortal struggles. If you search and search, you will eventually find something. Buddha is not something you ask for, nor does it appear to you. Yes, but it is accomplished through cultivation.”
After saying these words, Monk Wuxin seemed to have some enlightenment. He slowly closed his eyes. The Buddha's light on his body slowly dissipated, and the white monk's clothes were stained with dust.
At this moment, he was like an ordinary monk. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still wavering, and his whole person was like a lake, calm and distant.
He bowed to Zen Master Jing Nian again, "Master, I understand, now the common people are suffering, and no one can stand by and watch. During this trip, the disciple will fully display what he has learned, seek opportunities in the world, confirm his own practice, and save the world. If the world is ignorant, , I will deal with them with reason. If people in the world are violent, I will subdue them with force."
He is a monk and a monk, and he has his own set of rules for doing things. He will never be as gentle as the monks at White Horse Temple.
After all, he was born in the Shaolin Temple.
Hearing this, Zen Master Jing Nian showed a trace of astonishment on his wrinkled face and nodded, "All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, then you will see the Tathagata. Come down the mountain."
"Thank you, Master, for clarifying my disciple's doubts." Monk Wuxin clasped his hands together, slowly prostrated, and then stepped out of the hall.
The moment he left the main hall, the door slowly closed, and the last ray of light disappeared in the main hall. Under the Buddha's seat, Zen Master Jing Nian slowly sat down, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart again: If Wu Xin is a disciple of Baima Temple, what will happen if Wu Xin is a disciple of Baima Temple? alright.
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"Your sword is very good."
In the county town, Su Ming had just killed the young man in black when a gentle voice suddenly sounded.
He turned around and saw a Taoist man walking slowly under the city gate. Wherever he passed, there was silence, and time and space seemed to have frozen.
Without the defensive formation and French net, the monks can come and go freely without any suppression.
In addition, the Xuanjing Division guarding the city was severely damaged, leaving only the minions in the Qi refining period, and they were unable to protect the city. If it had been before, he wouldn't have dared to walk in with such a big fanfare.
"The sword, of course, is a good sword." Seeing him, Su Ming didn't say much. He stretched out his sleeves, and the clear light gathered under his feet, and he disappeared without a trace.
The middle-aged Taoist next to him smiled softly, stepped on his feet, and disappeared as well.
This is not the place to talk.
A hundred miles away from the county town, there is a medium-sized lake with a radius of ten miles. The lake water is clear and glows with golden light under the sunlight, like broken gold.
Not long after, Su Ming came to the lake, flicked his sleeves, a white light flashed, and a treasure ship appeared out of thin air on the lake, floating on the water.
He stepped onto the deck, sat down, took out the tea set from the storage ring, and started making tea.
Rows of copper bells hang from the four corners of the treasure ship. The gentle breeze blows, and the crisp and clear sound echoes in the empty valley, making it feel very leisurely and comfortable.
After a few breaths, a ray of light emerged, and the middle-aged Taoist priest revealed his figure and slowly came to Su Ming. The clear light lingers in the cup, the fragrance is fragrant, and it makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Su Ming did not speak, but first poured himself a cup, and then poured him a cup. He put down the teapot and began to drink tea slowly. He did not ask about his purpose, nor did he ask about the relationship between him and the young man in black. Relationship.
The two of them sat on the deck, slowly sipping the tea. They seemed to be calm, but in fact, their spiritual thoughts had begun to collide and test, and an invisible confrontation filled the scene.
The entire space on the lake seemed to be solidified and became heavy. Under the lake water, a fish was stunned by the pressure and floated to the surface.
In the reflection of Su Ming's soul, this Taoist priest was like an indestructible divine sword. He showed his sharp edge and moved forward indomitably. He was a pure swordsman.
The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to be drinking tea slowly, but there was already a storm in his heart. He couldn't feel the monk's energy at all. He was like a blade of grass, a grain of dust, or a drop of water, nowhere to be found. Not present, present everywhere, neither here nor there.
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