Fang Zheng hurriedly recited silently in his heart: "Amitabha, if I hear ......" and began to read the scriptures, distracting himself.

Since his family knew about his family's affairs, he blushed this time, and then his whole head was like a braised egg, which was too easy to expose the small excitement in his heart. It must be suppressed! Otherwise, it is easy to be embarrassed!

Suppressing the small excitement and crankiness in his heart, Fang Zheng asked, "Real person, how do you say this?"

"The path of cultivation is long and arduous, and all kinds of confusion always linger in my heart, some can find the answer, and some can't find the answer. Poor Dao asked some Taoist friends, but no one could answer. Later, when I saw you leading down the statue of the Bodhisattva on the mountain, I had the mind to ask you. Perhaps, you are the only one in the world who can answer the question of poverty. ”

When Fang Zheng heard this, he really wanted to give himself two mouths, but his feelings were crooked. But he wondered, you have a problem, you just come to the temple! Why bother so much to get the poor monk here.

Qingjing Sanren seemed to see Fangzheng's thoughts, and said with a smile: "There are too many people in your temple, and I am afraid that I will not be able to go up, so I just call you out." I chose a place for half a day, and I just heard that a religious conference was held here, and you also said that it is also a great joy in life to communicate with people in the same way. Since you like it, Poor Dao asked for two more places and called you. But after coming, Poor Dao really couldn't see the point of this kind of meeting. None of the people who come here are true cultivators, but more of them are the spokesmen of cultivators in the human world, they are dressed in the garb of cultivators, and they sit on the affairs of crossing people, but their minds and bodies have never departed from the mundane world. Otherwise, I won't be so jealous of the people behind this Faxiang Temple, and I will be afraid to do things. ”

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was immediately dumbfounded, shook his head slightly, and said, "Real person, what you said is right and not right. ”

"Oh?" Qingjing Sanren obviously didn't expect Fang Zheng to have a different opinion from her, but she was also more interested. In fact, she talked to a lot of people, but those people ended up thinking the same way as her, and there was no exchange of dissent, which in her opinion became meaningless. Therefore, after Fang Zheng met her last time, the two talked and argued about the experience of a day and a night, which made her happy.

Now, here it is again, and she is naturally looking forward to Fangzheng's explanation.

Fang Zheng smiled: "People, no matter how detached their hearts are, live in the mortal world after all. He was born not to escape from the world and become withdrawn, but to leave the mortal world to find the direction of a higher spiritual level. But what about when you find it? Leaving the crowd is like rootless water, how far can a fish jump out of the water? People's distress comes from mortal dust, but the bell must be tied to the bell, and the key must be found when it is locked, and this key is in the mortal dust.

In addition to a few bottom lines that are not broken and the spiritual platform is not clean, what remains is to sink down to experience the rolling red dust, experience in the red dust, and find the key to liberation. ”

"The master's remarks seem to be a little different from those of other monks. After the Qingjing Sanren finished speaking, he smiled and said, "It seems that your remarks have always been a little special. ”

Fang Zheng laughed and said: "Everyone's Tao is different, their comprehension is different, and their conclusions are naturally different. Wouldn't it be boring if everyone was the same? Thoughts collide with sparks and passions. ”

Hearing this, the Qingjing Sanren smiled slightly, expressed his agreement, and then asked, "In that case, can the crooked master explain the confusion to the poor Dao from your point of view?"

Fang Zheng looked at the slightly mischievous smile of the pure scattered person, and also laughed, raised his head, and said with an omnipotent posture of a copy master: "Say!"

Seeing this, the pure and scattered people were immediately amused by Fang Zheng's bullish appearance, but as soon as he talked about the problem, he immediately became serious and said: "It's very simple, is there really a god in this world? I'm not talking about the god in my heart, but the real god! You once summoned the image of the Bodhisattva, also known as the Living Buddha, the person closest to the god and Buddha, you may answer this question to me head-on?"

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the Pure Scattered People to ask such a question, and after a little silence, he shook his head and said, "There is no god in this world." ”

Qingjing was stunned, she thought that Fang Zheng would admit that there was a god in the world. After all, the scene of him summoning the statue of the Bodhisattva and Fang Zheng jumping down from the high mountain and still jumping alive cannot be explained by science at all! If he said that there is a god, the pure and scattered people cannot refute it at all.

The Pure Sanren asked, "Then your supernatural powers?"

Fang Zheng said with a smile: "I can only say that the heavens and the earth are vast, the universe is innumerable, and there is always a time and space where there are gods and Buddhas. The poor monk had heard a theory that everything that appeared in this world but did not have in this world was a reflection of another world. Countless worlds are in motion, influencing each other and communicating with each other...... That's all. The poor monk may be a variable under that influence, that's all. ”

Qingjing Sanren was surprised and said, "So, you really know how to be supernatural?"

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, twisted his hand, picked off a potted branch on the side, and said, "Real people look at this dead branch, is it alive or dead?"

"It's dead." ”

Fang Zheng said: "Real people blow and take a look." ”

The pure scattered people looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, and said with a smile: "Blow a breath, can you still live?"

Fang Zheng smiled: "As you wish." ”

A flash of surprise and curiosity flashed in the eyes of the Qing Jing Sanren, and he blew lightly on the dead branch in Fang Zheng's hand.

However, the dead branches did not turn green, nor did they sprout and flower......

The pure scattered people looked at Fang Zheng in confusion, as if to say, "What about your supernatural powers?"

Fang Zheng made a silent gesture and said, "Look." ”

Qingjing Sanren looked carefully, waited for a while, and finally the dead branch moved, and then a small white insect came out of the dead branch! Gao raised his head, and he didn't know if he saw two big living people at once, two pairs of big eyes staring at him, nervous, or scared, stunned in place and didn't move, looking a little cute.

Qingjing Sanren is not an ordinary little girl, she has seen more insects in the mountains all the year round than many people have seen, so she is not afraid, but looks at Fang Zheng in surprise and says: "This ...... This is also called supernatural powers?"

Fang Zheng asked rhetorically: "What does the donor think about the supernatural powers? The main thing for the donor is nothing more than death and life, there are small worms in this dead branch, and if the worms don't come out, you will feel that it is dead." If the poor monk uses supernatural powers, he is just turning death into life. Although the two approaches are different, they have the same path, and the results are not much different. Therefore, whether we have supernatural powers or not, what we want is just to cross people and the world. In many cases, it is not necessary to have supernatural powers to do good deeds and accumulate virtues and cross people, just blow on it and give it some hope and courage. ”