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The abbot put on a humble look, but as if he deliberately wanted to show it to He Xuan, he led everyone into the temple.

He Xuan sneered in his heart, why did you say that your casual little understanding was engraved on the stone, and it was openly placed at the gate for others to see?

This is obviously fame and fortune!

At this moment, everyone also gathered around the big bluestone and read softly.

"The heart is planted with a Bodhi tree, and the body has a mirror platform, which needs to be wiped from time to time to avoid dust...... Good poetry! What a poem! ”

Some Buddhist students read this poem and immediately praised it.

Indeed, after reading a poem, the image of an ascetic monk who cultivates the Dharma every day and keeps his heart bound all the time comes to life.

Wipe it all the time, don't let your heart be dusted, you really give your whole life to the Dharma, and this kind of spirit is really difficult.

Although this abbot is not an ascetic, it does not prevent him from boasting about it.

"It's just a small thing." The abbot waved his hand in the face of everyone's praise, but his tone was difficult to hide his pride: "Amitabha, the mentality of my generation of practitioners should be like this, on the vast avenue, like walking on thin ice, like approaching the abyss, only by maintaining such a nervous state of mind, can we finally achieve positive results." ”

Even after reading this poem, the two girls felt that they had a unique charm, but they couldn't tell what the charm was.

"Master Abbot!" At this moment, a discordant voice rang out.

It was He Xuan, who came step by step at this moment.

"Oh? Does the donor have any other advice? However, our discussion of Zen is not over yet, and the donor doesn't know that he still wants to discuss poetry with Lao Qu now? ”

Seeing He Xuan walking, the old monk's eyelids jumped, but based on his strong confidence in his poems, his heart was quickly settled.

"Of course." He Xuan nodded.

At this moment, although some tourists have no words on their lips, they are a little disdainful of He Xuan in their hearts.

The abbot of the family wrote such a splendid article, don't talk about it if you talk about it, do you think that your little cultivation, read a few Buddhist scriptures, and you are even more awesome than the abbot of the family?

"Oh? What advice does the donor have? Although the abbot's words were polite at this time, his tone was also a little impatient.

"First of all." He Xuan shook his shoulders: "Abbot's poem is good, but the position is not quite right, there is no need to engrave it on the stone and put it at the gate." ”

"The donor doesn't dare to agree with this!" The abbot once again chanted the Buddha's name: "I engraved this poem here, just remembering the meaning of warning the disciples, not to show off anything. ”

Of course, the abbot heard He Xuan's words, so he responded very skillfully.

Alert disciples, this is indeed a high-sounding reason.

"Hey!" He Xuan suddenly smiled and said, "I don't know if the abbot has read the "Six Ancestors Altar Sutra"? Among them, the sixth patriarch Huineng Zen Master said a sentence when he interpreted the "Nirvana Sutra", and the truly profound righteousness is not in the text. ”

"This ......" the abbot's eyes rolled, and there was indeed such a sentence in that Buddhist scripture. He didn't expect that no matter what kind of Buddhist principles He Xuan used, he would always come from his hands, and his thoughts were not blocked in the slightest.

Just as the abbot was about to organize his language and argue with He Xuan, He Xuan's words fell like a heavy rain.

"The font is carved on the stone, but it is inferior." He Xuan sneered again and again: "The disciple has a Buddha nature in his heart, and he can comprehend it without looking at the font. And the disciple has no Buddha nature in his heart, even if he reads words every day, it is an elm head. ”

He Xuan laughed, and all the tourists around him were stunned.

Although these words may sound like nonsense, how can they still seem like this when combined?

"I see that the word abbot is not only engraved a little bit, but even the poem has some problems!"

He Xuan continued to speak, and his words were even more astonishing.

"There's a problem with the poem? What can be wrong with poetry? Isn't that pretty well written? Some of the surrounding tourists looked at each other at the moment, and they didn't know what else He Xuan had to say.

"Arrogance!"

At this moment, some monks were also angry, and their faces turned red.

This poem was praised by many other temple abbots when they came to visit, and he was a junior, how could he say such arrogant words?

"Donor, be careful that the wind flashes your tongue!" At this moment, a great monk who obviously looked like an elder couldn't help but speak: "This poem is the treasure of our entire Nandou Temple!" Once the dust heart master of the Beidou Temple praised it a lot, I really don't understand, donor, why did you say what you just said! ”

"If you can't see it, don't look at it." He Xuan's language was sharp, which directly made the great monk speechless, and then, he didn't look at the big monk, he stood upright with his hands, turned around, pointed to the stone tablet in front of him and said: "Since I said that there is a problem with this poem, there must be a reason!" ”

"Good, good!" The big monk's face turned red, and he exhaled fiercely at the moment.

At this moment, the abbot master was also staring at He Xuan with a blue face, he wanted to see what kind of insight He Xuan could propose!

After all, this is the thing he is most proud of, and he is also very uncomfortable when He Xuan says that it is worthless.

"First of all, it's the last two sentences of this poem, you need to wipe it all the time, don't make it dusty, I think there is a problem!"

He Xuan opened fire directly.

"What!" The monk over there instantly exploded: "This last sentence is the finishing touch!" It's wonderful! Are you trying to make a joke? ”

Immediately, there were monks who questioned it.

He Xuan just smiled coldly and said, "Although this sentence seems very subtle, it is just a look!" Wipe from time to time, but I can see that it is deliberately thought that everyone should abide by their hearts and minds, rather than wiping them deliberately! Doing nothing is better than doing something, and this has been the case since ancient times. ”

Inaction? Promising?

After He Xuan finished speaking, all the monks were speechless for a while, and the tourists on the side were the same, all carefully pondering the meaning of He Xuan's words.

There is no way, what He Xuan said is really reasonable, even some high-ranking monks have heard the charm at this moment.

The old abbot's eyes suddenly lit up, although what He Xuan said was very reasonable, but this incident was related to the reputation of his entire Nandou Temple, and he couldn't lose.

"Donor!" The old abbot stared at He Xuan with a pair of bright eyes: "What the donor said is indeed reasonable, but there are many people in this world who can say good ways, but there are very few people who can really write poems!" The donor has not even written a poem, but he talks about it here, why is he not ashamed? ”

The old monk was also really angry at this moment, and even said words such as shame.

"Yes, yes, you have the ability to write one yourself! If you don't have the ability, don't be blind anywhere! "Yes, whoever picks a thorn in their poems, I can't get used to this kind of person!" "You do! Do it? You have the ability to write your own poems! ”……

The surrounding tourists and some small monks also began to shout.

However, most of the tourists who are clamoring are some male tourists who want to make an uproar, and many of them come with female companions, and all the limelight here today was stolen by He Xuan, and these guys are of course unhappy.

The old abbot stared at He Xuan with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He concluded today that He Xuan couldn't make any poems, and even if he did, he could be sarcastic.

Want to compose poetry in such a short time? Who does he think he is? A peerless genius?

"You mean, let me compose poetry?" Suddenly, He Xuan's voice was three points louder again, and the sound wave was rolling, suppressing the questioning voices around him at once.

"Not bad!" A monk on the side roared: "If you have the ability, you can write it yourself, and if you don't have something to do, you are not qualified to say the quality of other people's works!" ”

This and Xie Na's words are very sharp, and he directly said that He Xuan is not qualified, but what he said is indeed very reasonable, in modern society, if you don't even have a little reputation, you can only become a laughing stock if you go to comment on facts.

The two girls were faintly worried about He Xuan, what poems could they make in such a short period of time? Isn't this a deliberate attempt to make things difficult?

"That's good! Then I'll make a poem today! Listen up! ”

What no one expected was that He Xuan not only did not have the slightest stage fright, but said such a sentence loudly.

He's going to write poetry! See what kind of psalms he can make! Yes, yes, I'm going to have a good argument later, this kid even has to argue with the abbot, it's too arrogant.

The audience was silent for a while, but many people still had a series of ghost ideas in their own hands.

At least at this moment, no one can believe that He Xuan can make any good poems.

But as soon as He Xuan spoke, the abbot's face changed.

"Bodhi has no tree! Der Spiegel is not a station! There was nothing in the first place! Where to stir up dust! ”

The simple five-character poem, just from the rhyme, seems to be almost the same as the poem written by the abbot just now, but when compared carefully, it is a heaven and an underground.

"This ...... Bodhi is not a tree? Isn't Spiegel a platform? There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust? ”

An old monk recited the whole poem, trying his best to find the flaws in the poem, but in the end he was surprised to find that the lack of shortcomings is the biggest flaw of the poem!

How is this possible! This kid made a poem casually, and it was so profound! Is he really that awesome?

Many monks were silent for a moment.

Master Abbot carefully tasted this poem, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then gloom, he finally knew the gap between himself and He Xuan.

"Hey......" Master Abbot let out a long sigh, and then made a gesture that was incomprehensible to everyone!