Backyard.

The abbot was accompanied by several of the most senior monks in the temple and prepared a sumptuous meal.

Ye Feng sat there, this look at this meal is too monk, right?

There's no oil or water at all!

How do you eat this?

Ye has three major hobbies in his life, smoking, sleeping, and eating meat, and he doesn't even have a little meat oil at this meal, can he eat it?

On the table, Ye Feng said, "Go, go to the mountains and forests to find some game." Ye Feng also knew that this group of monks didn't eat meat, and there was definitely no meat in the temple, but in such a large forest, they all had kung fu on their bodies, and it was not a simple matter to find some game.

The abbot suddenly made a bitter face, "The donor said with a smile, the monks have eight precepts, don't drink alcohol, don't kill." ”

"Good, good!" the rest of the old monks also looked distressed.

Ye Feng smiled and said: "The precepts are precepts, but I don't know that wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has a Buddha in his heart, and I didn't let you eat it." ”

"Why are you so inkblotted?" Ye Feng frowned and said, "Do you want to go......?"

"The donor is just preaching the Three Thousand Scriptures, so that the old man can take refuge in your disciples, and this is not allowed!"

This time, the abbot was not frightened, Ye Feng's trick didn't seem to be good.

The abbot said: "Where the rules and precepts of the Buddhist family are, a Buddha's heart to Bodhi, if the heart is blinded by the meat oil, I am afraid that the Buddha will be angry!"

The old monks next to him also said: "Don't be a strong man. ”

"Donor Buddha Heart!"

"Donor's great mercy, raise up your noble hand!"

"The donor's Buddhism is profound, has reached the ultimate realm, not afraid of the outside world's red dust and fatigue, we are a little monk, the Tao is low, can not keep the mirror of the spiritual platform, and hope that the donor is merciful!"

This group of old monks lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, and Ye Feng wanted to laugh when he saw it, at this time, Ye Feng looked at the stone tablet in the courtyard outside the door. He had seen it when he first came in, but he didn't want to talk about it at the time. But now, hmph, brother just wants to eat a piece of meat, you grind and chirp, it seems that I have to teach them some Mahayana Buddhism again.

Ye Feng pointed to the stone tablet outside and said, "Who left the Buddha on the stone tablet?" The stone tablet stood in the middle of the courtyard outside, right opposite their door.

The abbot looked back and opened his mouth to say: "It was left by the Patriarch Duxiu, the Seven Ancestors of Zen Buddhism, in order to advise me and other descendants to wipe the Buddha's heart from time to time, and not to lose myself." ”

The Seven Patriarchs Duxiu Zen Master ......

Ye Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth, this world is really a little different, the Zen Buddhism in the previous life was transmitted to the Sixth Ancestor Huineng, and there was no more ancestor. And the Zen Buddhism here seems to have been passed down from generation to generation for a long time.

After the abbot finished speaking, he also recited softly, "The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror." Always wipe diligently, don't make dust. The meaning of this Buddha verse is the same as what the abbot just said. Translated, don't be blinded by lard.

Seriously, Ye Feng still likes this Buddha verse, and he also had this Buddha verse in his previous life, but it was not done by Duxiu Zen Master, and Shenxiu Zen Master.

This Buddha verse is actually very good, and it exhorts people to always reflect on their own minds, and not to be defiled with their true nature.

However, Ye Feng still pouted and smiled, after all, the atmosphere had been set to this point, and Ye Huo Buddha also knew that there was no Buddha in the second half of Zen Master Huineng in this world, so he had to pretend to be this force!

The abbot said, "Why is the donor laughing?"

An old monk was also a little unhappy and said: "This is our Zen patriarch left, although the donor is profound, but my Zen Buddhism is also like the sea of Buddha, the donor rarely dabbled, I don't know why, but also understandable." ”

"It's extreme!" another old monk said: "The donor has understood a thousand kinds of Buddhism, but my holy place of Zen Buddhism cannot be desecrated." ”

Although they have seen the power of Ye Feng's Buddhism, they feel that Ye Feng understands that none of them are the teachings of Zen Buddhism, although they are all Buddhism, but in fact, the difference is very big. Although you are powerful, you can't desecrate our Zen classics!

If they talk about Buddhism with Ye Feng, they will definitely not be opponents, but if they are limited to the framework of Zen Buddhism, they still have some confidence to compare with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng laughed, "You don't eat meat yourself, and you don't let me eat meat, just because of this Buddha?"

"What does the donor think is wrong?" said the abbot.

"It's just nonsense!" Ye Feng said unceremoniously: "This is a pseudo-Buddha, that is, a misguided child, and you still regard it as a classic!"

"What did you say!"

An old monk next to him was furious and stood up all of a sudden, but after he stood up, looking at Ye Feng's indifferent appearance with raised eyebrows, he immediately reacted again.

What am I standing up for?

I can't beat him......

The old monk sat down again, but there was still disgruntleness on his face.

What's more, he was not angry, these old monks present all had gloomy faces, if they hadn't really hammered Ye Feng, they would have pressed Ye Feng to the ground and rubbed it.

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is in vain, why did my ancestor mislead people's children?"

An old man next to him also said: "Please also ask the donor to explain!"

It's like a bully bursting into your house and saying I'm your dad, and even though you can't beat him, you're going to have to reason with him.

Ye Feng glanced at them, and did not say directly, but said: "I have seen two eminent monks discussing the Buddha, and this first eminent monk said that he has a mirror in his heart, and he often wipes it, which is enough to see the Buddha's heart." ”

When Ye Feng said this, the abbot nodded slightly, what the senior monk said and the Buddha in their courtyard were exactly the same thing.

However, Ye Feng said again: "And the second senior monk said, 'I don't have a mirror in my heart at all, why wipe it?'"

Well?

Don't have a mirror?

Don't wipe it?

The old monks present were all stunned, they were all proficient in Buddhism, and they didn't seem to understand the story Ye Feng said, as if they were about to become enlightened.

At this time, Ye Feng said: "Since you have come to Shaolin, I will send you a Zen Buddhist poem." After that, Ye Feng looked at each of them, "As a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror, always wipe diligently, don't let the dust be stirred?" Ye Feng read the original text again, but it was a rhetorical tone. Ye Feng didn't say a word, the abbot's face changed a little, and Ye Feng's words were like knives, stabbing them in the Buddha's heart alive!

"Bodhi has no tree!"

"Neither is Spiegel!"

"There was nothing in the first place!"

Inside the house, there was no sound.

Ye Feng looked at them and asked with a smile, "Where is the dust?"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, the old monks were stunned in an instant.

Nothing?

Where to stir up the dust?

There is no linden!

Your heart is empty, how can you get dust, and how can you wipe it all the time?

The monks in the house suddenly came to their senses.

"Amitabha! Great wisdom of the donor, I can't wait!"

This time, they really took it!

Ye Feng directly abused the Buddha scriptures left by their ancestors, and it seemed to be a matter of course that their group of disciples and grandchildren were inferior to him.

Thinking about it this way, the abbots and them all felt much more relaxed physically and mentally. It's not that we don't practice enough, it's mainly that this product is too fierce! The ancestors can't do it, let alone us.

Ye Feng glanced outside, and the sun had already set halfway, so he urged: "Before the sun sets, let's go find some game." Remember, as long as the mind is free of external objects, it is not stained with dust. ”

"Good, good!"

An old monk turned around and went out, presumably to go hunting.

Ye Feng's Buddhist attainments can really throw them out of eighteen streets, as long as he is willing, Ye Feng can fool them all back to vulgarity!

This is really not nonsense, the Dharma is boundless, that's what it means, it depends on how you understand it.

After a while, a new dish was served.

Hares, pheasants, badgers, and wild boar!

Ye Feng smiled, this is also called a dish!

Pick up chopsticks and eat, these are all good things that can't be eaten in the city, all of them are mountain goods, that's called fragrant!

Where have the monks seen this noodle before, seeing Ye Feng's mouth full of oil, to be honest, they also want to taste it. Ye Huo Buddha has said, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has left in his heart, there is nothing originally, where can he cause dust? This is also very good!

Besides, Hongchen is also a practice!

Thinking like this, they felt that Ye Feng was right, it was nothing to eat some meat!

There was an old monk with chopsticks, and he was going to eat the first bite of pork in his life. However, Ye Feng waved his hand and directly knocked his chopsticks aside, "You monk want to break the vows, eat your fast!" Ye Feng glared, although there seemed to be a lot of dishes on this table, but Ye had not eaten for a day, and he was hungry, this little thing was just enough for himself to eat, how could he have their share.

The old monk smiled and said, "Didn't the donor say that the wine and meat had passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart? ”

Ye Feng also smiled, "You monk, it's not easy to learn Buddhism, and I haven't finished talking about Buddhism yet." ”

"Oh?"

The monks were stunned.

Ye Feng said with a smile: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, which is indeed true." But ah, if the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way!"

Abbot: "......"

Old monks: "......"

Depend on!

They all want to scold the street, they have seen shameless, but they have never seen such shamelessness!

You can eat meat and cultivate Buddhism alone, right? We can't do it, we're just like you, right?

Are you so unreasonable?

This makes them angry, I really want to hammer him!

I've never seen anything so infuriating!

At this time, Ye Feng chewed the meat and explained vaguely, "You don't have enough Taoism and can't eat meat, so let's talk about it when you'll be the same as me." ”

The monks are full of black lines, but they can't refute it, what he said seems to have some truth!

……

After dinner, it was already dark.

The mountains are quiet, without the impetuosity of the city.

I have to say that this Shaolin is hidden deep in the green mountains and flowing waters, and it really occupies an excellent treasure land.

It was getting late, and Ye Feng didn't plan to leave today, so he stayed in this Shaolin Temple for one night. He didn't want to walk in the mountains at night anymore, and it would be too bad to run into those bad things.

Hearing that Ye Feng was going to stay for a night, although the abbots were in an explosive mood, they didn't dare to be a little unhappy on their faces. Hurriedly asked someone to clean up the best meditation room in the backyard, because Ye Feng was here, they didn't do their evening class today, for fear that Ye Feng would be interested again, and if he preached the scriptures again, they really couldn't stand it.

Ye Feng casually said a few words to them, and their three views were already a little unstable.