Under the ginkgo tree.

Everyone was silent, and the two monks, one old and one young, smiled at each other.

Monk Fakong kept holding the skewers in his hand, with a slight smile on his face.

The old monk looked at Fakong, and the smile on his face grew.

Just smiled and smiled, and suddenly, the old monk quickly stretched out his hand caged in the robe, and took the skewer in the hand of the monk Fakong.

After looking at it, the smile on the old monk's face became more and more intense.

Raising his hand, the old monk took a bite of the skewer in his hand.

Chewed a few times and swallowed.

Seeing this scene,

The onlookers were a little commotional, and the monks who came to watch the old monk and the Dharma talk about the Dharma were all clasped together.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The monks bowed their heads slightly and recited in a low voice.

And the two monks, one old and one young, who discussed the law, still looked at each other.

"How does it taste?"

Fakong smiled, looked at the old monk and asked.

"It's cold, it's dusty. The old monk took the skewer in his hand and responded with a smile.

"Old monk, you have broken the precepts. Fakong said with a smile.

"I've eaten it. ”

The old monk said with a smile, and at the same time put the skewers in his hand to the side of the stone table.

Hearing this, the smile on Fakong's face grew thicker and he didn't speak again.

And after the old monk put down the skewers, he also looked at Fakong and laughed.

The two monks, one old and one young, smiled at each other, and under the ginkgo tree, fell into silence again.

......

After a long time, the old monk looked around, then looked at Fakong, and asked aloud:

"Little monk, what is a Buddha?"

Hearing this, Fakong smiled, his eyes scratched around, and then raised his head and stayed slightly on the ginkgo tree overhead.

Stretching out his hand, Fakong tore off a ginkgo leaf on the branch of the ginkgo tree within reach,

"Old monk, this is the Buddha. ”

Putting the ripped ginkgo leaves in front of the old monk, Fakong said with a smile,

"What's the explanation?" the old monk asked with a smile.

"Ask it and it won't answer, let it go, it won't move, you say where it is, it's here, isn't this what a Buddha is?" Fakong replied with a smile as he gently turned the ginkgo leaf.

When the old monk heard this, he still had a smile on his face.

Fakong, on the other hand, turned his gaze again, glanced at the surrounding crowd, and then paused slightly.

"Old monk, not only do I know your question, but I want to find someone who can answer it. ”

Fakong saw Lian Ge, a smile appeared on his face, and then he turned his head to look at the old monk.

The old monk didn't speak, while Fakong looked at Lian Ge and continued,

"This benefactor, you come and tell him, what is a Buddha?"

Lian Ge, who had been silently watching Fakong and the old monk discussing the Fa, couldn't help but smile when he saw Fakong leading the words to him,

After his gaze circled around slightly, Lian Ge looked at a pebble on the ground in front of him.

Stretching out his foot, Lian Ge gently kicked the stone.

Then, the stone slowly rolled towards the two monks who were discussing the law.

"This is the Buddha. ”

Hearing this, Fakong and the old monk both focused their eyes on the stone.

Fakong gradually laughed, while the old monk stared at the stone,

When the stone slowly stopped beside the stone table, the old monk withdrew his gaze and folded his hands towards Lian Ge,

"Amitabha, the benefactor has deep roots in wisdom and great wisdom. ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled and didn't answer.

And the old monk also turned his head again and looked at Monk Fakong.

Under the ginkgo tree, it was quiet again.

......

Looking at Fakong, the old monk smiled and groaned, stretched out his hand from the robe again, and took the ginkgo leaf from Fakong's hand,

"Now, where is the Buddha?" the old monk asked with a smile while holding the ginkgo leaf.

Hearing this, Fakong still held his fingers and smiled,

"Still here. ”

Hearing this, the old monk looked at Fakong and put the ginkgo leaf on the table.

At the right time, a gust of wind blew through the leaves, turning the leaves towards the crowd.

There was some commotion among the believers in the crowd, and many people reached out to grab the ginkgo leaves.

And the old monk and Fakong didn't move their eyes because of the ginkgo leaves, they still looked at each other with a smile,

"And now?" the old monk asked again.

"In your hands. Fakong replied with a smile, putting away his empty hand.

Turning his gaze, Fakong swept around and then looked at the old monk again,

"Old monk, what is a Buddha?"

Hearing this, the old monk laughed again,

"I am the Buddha. ”

Hearing this, Fakong smiled and looked at the old monk without speaking.

The surrounding believers scrambling for the ginkgo leaves seemed to have quieted down after one of them reached out and grabbed it.

Under the ginkgo tree, it was quiet again, only the breeze fluttered from time to time.

On the side, Lian Ge, who was quietly watching this scene, glanced at the old monk's atmosphere with the eyes of heaven, and his eyes were slightly empty.

At the stone table,

Fakong, who was opposite the old monk, looked at the old monk, and after a pause, the smile on his face gradually converged, and he raised his hands for the first time, and recited,

"Amitabha. ”

Seeing this, the old monk still had a smile on his face, and he also raised his hands and recited a sentence together.

meanwhile

The surrounding monks all bowed their heads slightly, and chanted together,

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The believers were affected, and some of them bowed their heads for some unknown reasons.

Under the ginkgo tree, only Lian Ge still stands quietly.

......

For a long time, under the ginkgo tree, another breeze blew,

Fakong and the old monk withdrew their hands one after another, and stood up from the stone bench,

The monks also raised their heads again.

The monk-like man walked up to the devotees and said in a loud voice:

"Dear donors, the discussion of the Dharma has ended, you can go to the front hall to offer incense or take a short rest, and later the Venerable Master will give a lecture on the Dharma for your benefactors. ”

Then, a group of believers began to follow the monk towards the front hall.

And after the monk Fakong said a word to the old monk, he walked towards Lian Ge.

On the side, Ge Jiren of the Hanging Pot Hall hesitated, and also walked to Lian Ge's side with his grandson.

"Honest donor,"

"Brother Lian, Master Fakong......"

Looking at the Fakong monk and Ge Jiren's grandson in front of him, Lian Ge nodded with a slight smile.

"The little monk is deeply honored to be invited. Fakong said to Lian Ge with a bow, and then turned to Ge Jiren's grandson and said,

"There is also Ge Lao Donor, and Xiao Ge Donor, meeting is fate, why don't I take the three donors to visit this Jingci Temple. ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at Fakong, and behind him, after getting up from the stone table, he was a little sluggish, and the old monk who was being supported nodded slightly.

Ge Jiren hesitated, looked at his grandson beside him, and then nodded and responded.

"Three donors, please come here. Seeing this, Fakong laughed, walked in front to lead the way, and walked towards the side of Jingci Temple with Lian Ge and the others.

"Master Fakong......"

Ge Jiren's grandson, Ge Tianshou, ran forward in three steps and asked with some curiosity,

"Who won between you and the old monk?"

"Tianshou!" Seeing this, Ge Jiren took two steps closer and caught up with his grandson,

"Tianshou, the two masters discussed, it was like two doctors discussing the patient's condition, and there was no winner or loser, understand? And it's very rude to ask this, so I quickly apologized to Master Fakong. ”

"Oh......" Hearing this, Ge Tianshou nodded, then turned his head to look at Fakong, "Master Fakong, I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay. Fakong waved his hand,

"It was the little monk who won, but he also lost. ”

Hearing this, Ge Tianshou had some doubts in his eyes, while Ge Jiren looked at Fakong thoughtfully.

Lian Ge listened to the words of the three people, paused slightly, then turned his head and glanced at the old monk behind him.

As I saw with the eye of heaven before,

The old monk's weather has decayed, and it is roughly estimated that there are not many days to live.