The young monk Yang Duo carried a parcel on his back and a copy of "Zhi Xing Lu" given to him by Wei Zhilin, and embarked on the road back to Drepung Monastery.
After some discussions with He An and Fan Dazhi, the young monk benefited a lot. The heads of Wei and Cheng of Zhixingyuan did not neglect him because he was not a disciple of Zhixingyuan. Instead, they came to give him some guidance in his spare time. He learned about his cultivation experience and taught some Confucian thoughts, and he felt that there were faint signs of breakthrough.
All the way to the west, sleeping in the open air, watching the vastness of the world and the changing winds and clouds, Yang Duo seemed to have some enlightenment and felt that this trip was really worth it.
After walking for many days, he passed through barren mountains and ridges, and finally set foot on an ancient road in the wilderness. The road was rugged and seemed to have no end. On the road, dry river beds and weathered gravel could be faintly seen.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yang Duo felt tired and thirsty. She looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was gray and glowing dimly. The weather in the northwest is often like this. Sometimes strong winds would stir up dust and sand all over the sky. The fog was so thick that no one could be seen within a hundred steps, and the locals called it a "sandstorm."
There was a lifeless tree on the roadside, and a black crow stood on the treetop. When it saw Yang Duo coming, it made a horrifying cry, fluttered its wings and flew away...
The scent of food wafted faintly in the air, and Yang Duo perked up and strode forward.
In the distance, there is a flagpole with two camels tied under it. Next to it is a simple shed with a few tables and chairs.
In this barren land outside the Great Wall, there was a tavern. Yang Duo couldn't help but be overjoyed. He took out the alms bowl from his arms and strode over...
"Donor, can you give me a vegetarian meal for the young monk?"
Yang Duo bowed and clasped his hands to the busy shopkeeper in the shed.
"There is no vegetarian food, only steamed buns!"
The shopkeeper was chopping a piece of meat with a kitchen knife. Hearing this, he put the knife on the table and said in a rough voice.
"Oh...that's fine! Can the donor give me another bowl of water?"
Taking the two pieces of steamed buns that were as hard as rocks thrown by the shopkeeper, Yang Duo thanked them again.
"Bang!" A bowl of water was placed heavily on the table. The table was wet with water splashes, and only half of the bowl of water was spilled.
Yang Duo didn't care at all. He picked up the water bowl, recited the "Rebirth Mantra" silently, and drank it down.
The meat-chopping shopkeeper glanced sideways at him, his cheeks were filled with flesh, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
"Shopkeeper, serve the wine!"
Following a shout, Yang Duo discovered that there were seven or eight people sitting at the innermost table of the shed. These people had different costumes and ferocious faces. They were not good at first sight.
A burly man, holding a scimitar at his waist, looked at Yang Duo unkindly.
That look was like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The shopkeeper brought a bundle of firewood and stuffed two sticks into the furnace. The fire became more intense, causing a large pot on the stove to gush with steam.
After patting the dust on his hands, the shopkeeper rolled his eyes and said solemnly: "That little monk, the water has been boiled. Do you want to jump in by yourself? Or do you want us to do it?"
Yang Duo was shocked and immediately understood: This is a black shop!
"This little monk is fair and fair, and must taste good!"
I saw seven or eight people standing up unsteadily. The burly man smiled grimly and drew his sword.
Yang Duomo channeled his energy into his body, but was shocked to find that he was dizzy. He took a few steps back in horror and held on to the flagpole. The two camels tied to the side stood up uneasily. One stretched out its long neck and snorted, and the other kicked the sand on the ground with its thick soles.
He has reached the stage of enlightenment through Buddhist practice, and ordinary drugs are ineffective for him. So what are these people using?
Yang Duo looked around, and in a daze, someone seemed to be walking from the distance.
The man walked in a strange way. He first stepped out with one leg, then leaned forward and dragged the other leg...
Yang Duo shook his head vigorously, and the man in the distance gradually came closer. His long hair covered his face, and his face could not be seen clearly.
Yang Duo was dizzy, stars were flying in front of his eyes, ferocious laughter sounded in his ears, and the sound of swords being unsheathed was heard. He turned his head and saw seven or eight big men rushing over like hungry tigers...
Suddenly everything went dark, and Yang Duo didn't know anything anymore...
After an unknown amount of time, he woke up faintly, and the sight in front of him shocked him.
I saw a few people lying on the ground, motionless, it was the shopkeeper and those ferocious men just now.
A man sat at the table, holding a jar of wine and drinking heavily.
His thick Adam's apple rolled, and wine stains dripped down his unshaven chin.
The man has handsome features and a long and narrow scar on his cheek, which adds to his wild and unruly temperament.
"You...you killed these people?"
Yang Duo looked at the people on the ground and felt a little unbearable. He silently recited the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" once, saved them for them, and then asked aloud.
"If I don't kill them, they will kill you!"
The man put down the wine jar and said in a deep voice.
He had a deep voice and sat there, his figure as solid as a mountain, with long hair covering his forehead, covering half of his face.
"It's him? It's him!"
The little monk's heart suddenly shrank, and a voice shouted loudly in his heart.
This man's figure was so familiar that he remembered it even when he was still young.
He was none other than the man who had defeated thirteen masters in the temple in a row, which made the master feel discouraged and his cultivation had not progressed since then.
What a coincidence, why does he appear here?
Yang Duo was thinking in his heart, but on the surface he looked calm.
The man is none other than Bai Xiangshou, who has disappeared for a long time.
For more than a year, he traveled east to the endless shore of the sea, to the west to the top of the Kunlun Mountains, to the south to the land where glaciers have not melted for thousands of years, and to the north to the bank of the black water of Chongming.
He once borrowed a reading of the "Zhenwu Heart Sutra" at Taihe Mountain, and listened to a night of Zen in Drepung Monastery. Later, he went to Dongyang Kingdom alone, where he had an Eastern sword fight with the master of the Zongjian Sect and won three chapters of the Sword Sutra. .
He now has clear thoughts and an unprecedented level of cultivation, becoming one with heaven and man.
It's just a little distance away from the Tao in my heart, maybe, it only takes a small opportunity.
"A young monk who has no experience in the world is allowed to walk alone in the world. Drepung Monastery is really becoming more and more useless!"
Bai Xiangshou quickly drank a jar of wine, shook his head and stood up.
He lamely walked out of the shed, untied the reins from the flagpole, jumped onto the camel's back, reached out, grabbed Yang Duo, and threw him on the back of the other camel.
"How do you know I am from Drepung Monastery?"
Yang Duo hurriedly lay on the back of the camel. His chest felt a little uncomfortable on the top of the towering hump. He stubbornly grabbed the reins and said: "The temple didn't let me walk alone in the world. I ran out secretly!"
"Oh? Why did you sneak out?"
Bai Xiangshou laughed dumbly, a bright flame rising in his eyes.
A strong feeling of heat came over, and Yang Duo turned around and saw that the simple tavern was already on fire. It was incredible that this person could set the tavern on fire with just one look.
"I...I...went to...Dachen Kingdom...to challenge...the strong men of...Zhixingyuan...!"
The camel spread its hooves and ran faster than the galloping horse. Yangduo's body was shaken by the jolt, so she had to hug the camel's saddle tightly.
"Oh...when you go to Zhixingyuan, who will you challenge?"
Bai Xiangshou seemed to be interested. He slowed down the camel's movement and asked calmly.
"Two young disciples...one is named He An...and the other is named Fan Dazhi!"
Yang Duo subconsciously believed that the man in front of him was from Zhixingyuan. Going to Zhixingyuan to challenge him was equivalent to challenging this man.
"Um?"
Bai Xiangshou tightened the reins, and Youran was stunned. A rare warmth appeared in his eyes. In an instant, he turned to look directly at the little monk and said, "Which of you won?"
Yang Duo scratched the back of his head and raised his chin proudly: "I didn't lose, and they didn't win either!"
"Hahaha……"
Bai Xiangshou laughed loudly. There had been no news from He An for a long time. The young monk in front of him had good bones. He obviously didn't get any advantage in challenging He An. He thought that the young man he had raised with his own hands was now a member of Zhixingyuan. Leader, why don't you let him feel great comfort.
For more than a year, he traveled around, going around and around, and finally came to this far west land again, back to the original starting point.
Perhaps, this is what Buddhism calls fate.
Two camels, one behind the other, raised up yellow sand and dust and gradually disappeared along the ancient road...
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In early summer, the vegetation in Drepung Monastery finally turned green.
Amidst the sound of bells and chimes, Bai Xiangshou stepped into the Zen courtyard of Drepung Monastery. He looked up at the huge Bodhi tree in the courtyard and smelled the faint sandalwood in his nose. His mood became extremely peaceful and peaceful.
The vines are fragrant, and the years are lingering. Before I know it, another year has passed.
Accompanied by the sound of the wooden fish chime, Bai Xiangshou sat cross-legged under the bodhi tree, put his hands in a strange posture, and fell into tranquility.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and murmured to himself: "Buddhist martial arts is really obscure and difficult to understand. I have been studying the "Kusha Sutra" for a year, but I still don't understand it. Do we really want to be like these great monks and see through the world of mortals? Escape into Buddhism?"
"The world of mortals is broken, why do we need to break through it again? The door to emptiness is already empty, why do we need to escape again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice sounded leisurely.
An old monk with white eyebrows came slowly, supported by Yang Duo.
"Zen Master Tingxue!"
Bai raised his thick eyebrows like ink and stood up.
"Donor Bai, you are fine!"
The white-browed old monk bowed and clasped his hands, and Yang Duo followed suit.
"I heard that the Zen Master has stopped caring about worldly affairs for a long time. I wonder if you have any advice?"
Bai Xiangshou couldn't help but asked.
"Old Pat came to thank the benefactor!"
Zen Master Tingxue looked at Prime Minister Bai with doubts on his face, lowered his white eyebrows, and said in a sincere tone: "When I was defeated by the donor, I devoted myself to Buddhism... The more I studied the Buddha's wonderful teachings and mysteries over the years, the more I felt that I was clinging to the superficial path. Give up the good and chase the bad!
Although Lao Na is a monk, he pursues martial arts vigorously and diligently, and is more competitive than ordinary people. Fortunately, I met a benefactor and was able to turn around and avoid falling into Avici Hell! "
When Zen Master Tingxue said this, he clasped his hands and bowed again in a respectful manner, saying: "The donor saved the young disciple on the road. I am very grateful. I see the donor again today. His demeanor is as good as before, which is very gratifying. I thank you in person!"
Bai Xiangshou waved his hand and suddenly asked: "I dare to ask the Zen master, the Mahayana is immeasurably pure, and the Mahayana is immeasurably pure. How do you explain it?"
Zen Master Tingxue was startled, his white eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he thought and replied: "Jushe, also known as Jushe in Sanskrit, is translated as Tibetan, cocoon, and sheath, which includes the meaning of holding. It was created by Bodhisattva Vasubandhu.
The donor has gone through all the catastrophes in the world, and it is not far away from turning into a cocoon into a butterfly and being reborn in Nirvana..."
Bai Xiang's first eyes lit up, and when he looked at the old monk again, there was more appreciation in his eyes.
