Episode 5: Sunset Bells Sent Out[1]

When to reproduce the ancient rhyme of lotus incense, it is better to worship my Buddha West Tianrulai. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Buddha's mind is the devil's mind.

Verse 1: Fate

Shaolin Temple is located in Dengfeng West Shaomur Mountain, Henan Province, known as "Zen ancestral garden, the world's first temple" seal. There are many legends about Shaolin Temple, the most traditional is the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Tianzhu monk Bodhidharma Patriarch traveled to China in the east, and was courteous to Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and opened a temple on Shaolin Mountain.

When people in the rivers and lakes mention Shaolin, martial arts naturally have to be said, Shaolin martial arts are famous all over the world, and seventy-two stunts are powerful in all directions. According to legend, in the early Tang Dynasty, the thirteen Shaolin monks helped Li Shimin, the king of Qin, to defeat the warlord Wang Shichong, all of whom were strong in martial arts and made meritorious achievements, and Shaolin martial arts were spread. Shaolin since the Northern Song Dynasty, known as the martial arts Taishan Beidou, after the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, and Wudang, Emei, Kunlun and called the four major factions of China, Shaolin in the first place.

Shaolin martial arts are famous all over the world, and its origin can be traced back to the two volumes of scriptures brought by Bodhidharma Patriarch from Tianzhu. One is the "Sutra of Washing the Pulp", which records the practice method of Zen Buddhism to purify the heart and wash the marrow, written in Sanskrit, belonging to the second ancestor Hui Ke, and has not been handed down;

However, it has always been unknown how many miracles there are in the "Yijin Sutra". In the Shaolin Temple, only the abbot of the sect, the Zen master of compassion, has practiced the peerless internal skills of this scripture.

Shaolin Temple, abbot's meditation room.

The head of the first major sect in martial arts, the Zen Master of Compassion, was sitting quietly on the futon, his left hand standing solemnly in front of his chest, and the rosary in his right palm kept moving. This is a small bedroom, which does not fit with the four words of the abbot's meditation room, and it can even be said that people cannot associate the word meditation room from here at all.

In the quiet Xiaoxuan room, the concise layout and the murmuring of the chanting sound are like a slight sigh that cannot be let go of the rolling red dust. At this time, a deacon disciple knocked on the door and came in, and said to the Zen Master of Compassion who was facing away from him, "Abbot, there are pilgrims from the temple, saying that there is something important to see you. ”

The Zen Master of Compassion sat quietly, unable to see his figure, and his plain monk's robe was draped in ochre-red robes. His eyebrows were white, his beard was floating on his chest, his lips were still muttering, but his eyes were still closed, as if he were not listening.

The deacon's disciple said it again, and then added, "The man claimed to be the abbot... It was a close friend of the abbot when he was a layman. The Zen Master of Compassion trembled slightly and opened his eyes.

The deacon's disciple added, "He also said that if the abbot did not come out to meet him, it would be fine, and he burned the thing." Shanbei shook his head and said in a low voice: "Alas, the past of the monks is not lingering, but the old man can't let go after all, hey, what a hindrance......

"What should come is still coming. The old man has been quietly participating in dry meditation for more than ten years, and it is not in vain. He slowly stood up, not at all like a person with peerless martial arts. "Stand down, and let me go to the monk alone. The abbot said lightly.

Passing through the guest room, we came to the reception hall. I saw a person in a white robe, with his hands on his back, his back clear, and he was contemplating against the temple gate. The compassionate abbot entered the door and smiled: "The old man has come from afar, and he has not greeted him, and I ask for forgiveness." ”

The man turned around and saw the abbot of compassion bowing and saluting, and smiled unconsciously: "After decades of absence, does the master still recognize me?" The abbot raised his head and said indifferently: "What is the difference between knowing or not knowing?"

The man nodded, and said, "In that case, the master will also know the reason why I am here, and I don't have to bother with it." As he spoke, he waved the sleeves of his robe and raised his palms towards the Zen Master of Compassion, as if he wanted to ask for something.

The Zen Master of Compassion folded his hands and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." Layman, that thing has caused endless killing karma for more than 20 years, why do you bother to let it see the light of day again? Others may not know it, but the layman knows it. Lao Wei has not walked on the rivers and lakes in recent years, just to take care of this thing so that it will not fall into the world. ”

The man withdrew his hand and sighed, "Hey, why is the master doing this? That thing is a good way to save the world, but I am afraid that it will fall into the hands of traitors and poison the world, so I temporarily teach the master to keep it, not to make it stay in your meditation room all day long." ”

Kindness and compassion twisted his white eyebrows, and he actually wanted to go back to the meditation room to investigate. The man laughed and said, "Master, don't be alarmed, I only know that the thing is in your meditation room, but I don't know where it is." Besides, if I have come to you to ask for it in a grand manner, how can I send others to steal it?

The Zen Master of Compassion bowed his head and said, "What the layman said is very true. ”

The man said again: "Besides, how can anyone in this world dare to enter and leave the Shaolin abbot's meditation room and steal it?" Haha!" The abbot smiled bitterly, paused when he heard him, and said: "On that day, I persuaded the master to show the world that thing, so that people of insight can refer to it." If you don't, that's fine. Every other year after that, I sent someone to discuss the matter, but the master was silent. ”

Seeing that the man was still silent, he nodded to himself and said, "In this way, more than ten years have passed, and you and I are both old, and we are no longer as ambitious as we were back then." But today, I kissed Shaolin and asked for that thing again, because the rivers and lakes are about to rise, 'the dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow'...... I am afraid that there will be a shocking change in the world in the future!"

"Smack!" The rosary in the right palm of the Zen Master of Compassion was unexpectedly broken and fell to the ground one after another. After the man put his sleeves behind his waist, he stared intently at Shanbei, and saw the abbot put his hands together and said movingly: "...... What you are talking about is the proverb left by the people of Zhizong Gongsun Sect's 'Heaven is not as good as me'...... The second 'change of catastrophe!?"

The man nodded, and was about to speak, when he suddenly looked back and shouted, "Who is outside the door!?"

“…… Be... It's the little monk ......" The door was pushed open, but it was a deacon disciple. Shan sighed sadly, "What's the matter with you?" The disciple reported: "Huh... Gifts... Abbot, there is someone outside the door....come, come to you, among them... One of them calls himself... What is the head of the Huashan faction ......" I only heard his tone tremble, quite incoherent, thinking that it was caused by the fright of the loud shout.

The abbot bowed his head and said: "It turned out to be Brother Gu Dao of Huashan, so let's invite him to come here to meet." After saying that, he walked up to his disciple and patted him on the shoulder. The deacon's disciple only felt a surge of power rush into his chest, and the trembling feeling dissipated without a trace in an instant.

The man said: "Since the master has a visitor, I might as well take a step forward and talk about it another day." Shanbei doubted: "They are all old people, why don't the laymen see them?"

The man knew the meaning of compassion and said with a smile: "Oh, what is the difference between seeing or not seeing and knowing or not knowing? As he spoke, he hid into the back hall. He knows the things of compassion, and in order to clear up suspicions, it is better for him to be under his nose.

The Zen Master of Compassion nodded and sighed lightly: "Evil obstacles, ......"

A moment later, the deacon's disciples led the two into the hall. The Zen Master of Compassion stared at it, and saw an old man on the left with white beard and white hair, who was Gu Xun, the "Cangjian Qingfeng" of Huashan. The man on the right walked behind, with a long body and a handsome face, but he was a young scholar.

"Master Abbot, don't come unharmed, right?" Gu Xun greeted. Shanbei replied with a smile: "Hehe, thank you for your concern, the old man is very good." As he spoke, he looked at the scholar, apparently ignorant. Gu Xun understood and said, "By the way, Master Abbot, I haven't introduced it yet, this son is Yang Ling, a close disciple of Master Lotus Pond." ”

Shanbei was surprised, Yang Ling stepped forward and said, "Uncle Abbot, my nephew is polite." Shanbei hurriedly helped him up and said, "Oh, it turned out to be Senior Brother Yang! You are the same generation as Lao Gao, how can you call Lao Gao Senior Uncle." No, no. ”

Yang Ling said: "When the family teacher left Shaolin and presided over Yunqi Temple, he declared that he would be the same generation as the head of the martial arts faction. Therefore, when I saw the abbot, the younger generation should be the teacher and nephew. ”

It turned out that Yang Ling's teacher Lotus Pond Master was called Qihong, self-named "Lotus Pond", he became a monk in Shaolin in his early years, and then went to Yunqi Temple as a host for some reason, so the Jianghu people are also called "Yunqi Master" or "Lotus Pond Master". He is not only proficient in Buddhism, but also superbly skilled in martial arts, and people in the world call him "a generation of Buddhism".

Compassion said: "I think that when the Lingshi was in Shaolin, it was the first seat of the Dharma Academy of our temple, and it was the old uncle. Senior Brother Yang, you and I are still better known as senior brothers. ”

Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Just like Senior Gu, Master Abbot and Senior Gu are the same faction heads, if I call Senior Brother Gu, then Senior Gu is not a generation of masters?"

Gu Xun didn't want to be pulled into the water by Yang Ling, so he was stunned and said, "This ...... Oh, the old decay can be negligent. Hey, Yang Xian's nephew is really a clever mouth!"

Shanbei shook his head and said: "Uncle Qihong is Uncle Lao, this is a golden rule, and it cannot be changed. And Brother Gu Dao is not from my Shaolin Temple, so this cannot be generalized. ”

Gu Xun saw that compassion still had to be said, and he was a little stubborn when he knew this old man, so he had to step forward and persuade: "Master Abbot, there is a compromise method for the old man, I don't know if it is possible? In the Shaolin Temple, the master and Yang Xian's nephew are of the same generation, so they might as well be commensurate with each other." Outside the temple, the abbot master is the head of a faction, and Yang Xian's nephew is the head of Yunqi, and the right is commensurate with his uncle and nephew. I don't know what the two of you think?" Shanbei and Yang Ling thought about it, and both bowed their heads and said, "This is a good idea. ”

So Yang Ling said: "In this way, I have seen the abbot senior brother first!" and said with a kind smile: "Hehe, senior brother is exempt from courtesy." He saw that Gu and Yang had a lot of wind and frost on their faces, and they expected to go to the Three Treasures Hall without doing anything, so they went straight to the point: "Brother Gu Dao and Brother Yang came all the way to Shaolin, I don't know what happened? ”

Gu Xun smiled and said, "Brother Yang, you can talk about this." "It's inconvenient for him to call Yang Ling a virtuous nephew anymore at this moment.

Yang Ling nodded and said, "I don't know if Senior Brother Abbot has heard of a few major events in Jiangnan martial arts recently?" He deliberately added an accent to the word Jiangnan, which meant something.

Compassion and compassion sighed: "The old man has lived in this temple, he hasn't moved for a long time, and if he wants to come to what Senior Brother Yang is referring to, it must be a recent event, but the old man is ignorant, but he doesn't know." ”

Yang Ling smiled: "Senior brother concentrates on practicing meditation, it is said that he should not be disturbed, but this matter is related to the rise and fall of my martial arts, and it also involves my Daming rivers and lakes inside and outside. ”

Seeing that he said solemnly, Shanbei didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and hurriedly said: "What is the matter that the junior brother is referring to, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Yang Ling said: "I don't know if Long Yuanjiang, the leader of the Taihu Qinglong Gang, has ever come to visit the abbot?" ”

Gu and Yang saw that the abbot thought for a moment before saying, "It's not a secret, the old man has never seen it." ”

Yang Ling and Gu Xun glanced at each other, and they both felt the difference. Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Shanbei unconsciously asked, "Why is the junior brother looking for that Long Yuanjiang monk?" Yang Ling sighed, and went through the details of the dragon's history.

Compassion said: "I see. However, the Qinglong Gang Dragon Lay had never been to this temple. He saw that Yang Ling's expression seemed to be quite disbelieving, so he said, "You two might as well wait for me to summon the deacon disciple to ask, and then you will know if the Qinglong Gang Dragon Monk has come." ”

The abbot called a deacon disciple to ask, and the disciple shook his head and said, "Back to the abbot, there is no dragon gang leader who asks to see the abbot, and he has never been to the temple. Yang Ling asked again, "Have you ever seen a person with a tumor on his head or a hat on his head?" The disciple shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it either." ”

Yang Ling secretly wondered: "It's strange, could it be that this Long Yuanjiang actually went to Wudang?" or ......" Gu Xun also said: "Could it be that he has been captured by Yan Song?"

The abbot said: "I heard that the Long Yuanjiang monk has strong martial arts and is far-sighted, Yan Song may not be able to capture him easily." Yang Ling was annoyed, but he heard the deacon disciple murmur when he withdrew: "The abbot usually doesn't see any visitors, but today he actually received all of them, which is really unusual." Suspicious, the layman seems to have left. Yang Ling's heart moved: "Someone else came to visit the abbot just now, who could it be?"

[1] From Tang Wang Changling's "Title Pure Eye Master's Room", the full poem is as follows:

"When the white dove flies, the day is oblique, and the meditation room is silent and drinks fragrant tea. Dumping the city, captivating the country, cutting the new shaved head green and black.

Jade Ruyi, golden bath bottle, red lips and teeth can chant. Wu Yin calls the words more distinctly. The bells rang out at dusk, and the robe hung with foil curtain nails. ”

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