When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a mountain grass hut with wind on all sides.

The straw paving was quite soft, and there was a wooden bowl made of coconut shell on the stone platform next to it.

The green gruel in the bowl, which has not yet cooled, exudes the fragrance of Tianzhu corn, which makes people unconsciously appetizing.

When I woke up after recovering from a serious illness, I was as relaxed as a fairy.

I rolled over and jumped off the grass and picked up the wooden bowl to whirl the clouds.

In an instant, half a bowl of green porridge was already in the stomach, and the whole person was completely alive.

Opened the curtain of the leaf door and came to the sun, only to find that the location of the grass liao is a hilltop platform, and the towering ancient trees are dotted around like a canopy.

The sun is so hot on a midsummer afternoon that it makes people unable to open their eyes.

I built a pergola and looked into the distance, and the whole island was in full view.

But I saw that the turquoise sea was boundless, and the tide of thousands of years fell on the island and piled up a circle of silver-white sand.

I have seen a lot of desert yellow sand and isolated island beaches in this world, but it is the first time I have seen such a pure white floating sand on the seaside.

Perhaps only in the sacred area of the cape of this Brahma Pure Land, the yellow sand can also become a Buddha and become a lotus-like color.

On the nearby hillside, there are several gray-white paddy fields.

The freshly harvested rice is bundled in bundles like corn in the north, and dried in rows on a wooden rack in front of the straw hut.

Where is this place where the world's famous monks practice, it is clearly a mulberry farming family in the Oriental Han land.

"Amitabha! Kenneto Kaneshiro! You've finally woken up! Hahaha! ”

Under the ancient trees in front of me, the grass was green, and Uncle Lang Dong was sitting cross-legged with Master Shura, listening to the master's lectures.

When he saw me staring into the distance, he ran to me in ecstasy and led me to Elder Shura.

"Eastern disciple Yi Jincheng has seen the elder, thank the elder for saving his life!"

I bowed deeply with my palms together and thanked him sincerely, and bowed to the Master from our Han family.

Master Shura returned the salute with his palms together, and his crane-haired face was full of compassion, more like an enlightened elder who still eats fireworks in the world.

But I couldn't understand a word of his Nantianzhu Sanskrit.

"Jin Cheng, the mage said that you were lying. Life and death are destiny, and meeting is fate, you don't need to thank him, sit down quickly! ”

Uncle Lang Dong translated beside him, handed me a banana leaf futon, and motioned for me to sit next to him and continue to accept the master's offer

Teachings.

It turned out that when my cousin was studying the Ranga Sutra on his own, he had many doubts that could not be resolved, so he sought enlightenment from Master Shura.

I don't know much about this scripture, but I know that this scripture is a classic method that all factions of Tianzhu Buddhism are vying to pursue.

After about an hour's effort, the monk Shura finished speaking.

He got up and said goodbye to us, and with the support of a young Tianzhu monk, he went back to the monastery in the back mountain.

"Nephew Kaneshiro, the Buddha bless you to finally come back to life! In those days on the ship, the old man couldn't sleep day and night! Hehe! ”

After the mage left, our uncle and nephew began to talk heartily, and we couldn't help but sigh when we thought of this catastrophe.

"Uncle, thank you for your kindness. In the future, wherever you can use your nephew, you will not hesitate to go to the soup! ”

For the rest of my life, I was full of gratitude, but I couldn't relieve it, so I felt very uneasy, and I wanted to thank anyone I met.

"You doll is truly a blessed man! Hehe! Our Samarkand family has passed down an ancestral motto for hundreds of years, that is, anywhere in the world, we must not fail the Yimen of the East! Today, the old man is satisfied with what he wants, and the nephew will see him if he wants to thank him again! ”

Uncle Lang Dong patted me on the shoulder lovingly, and our uncle and nephew sat down again.

"Uncle, the first of the hundred poisons of the Forget Worry Demon Flower, it has become a public opinion that there is no cure in the world! Who is that Shura Master, and what kind of medicine can he prescribe to bring me back to life? My nephew is curious! Could it be the effect of green porridge? ”

My body was still very weak, and I was a little out of breath after a long discussion.

To be honest, the old man also felt very strange. After arriving on the island, Master Shura only came over every day to recite a few verses of the scriptures and asked his disciples to bring a few bowls of thin porridge. In addition, I really haven't prescribed any herbs, but your own family is getting better and better! ”

Uncle Langdong sighed, puzzled by the secret.

"Heaven helps the person who saves himself, it must be the virtuous nephew's desire to survive that touches the heavens, and he will be blessed with this."

"But when I was on the ship, I was bent on death!"

Speaking of this, our uncle and nephew couldn't help but look at each other and laugh.

At this moment, Qin Chong, Guo Helmet, and several brothers on the boat returned from the paddy fields below the mountain in embarrassment.

Covered in mud and sweating profusely, he looks like a crappy farmer.

"Young master, you're finally awake! It's a miserable thing to make the brothers! Hahaha! I have done all the farm work in the wheat harvesting field, but I have never cultivated the paddy fields of this southern country

I'm scared to death! ”

After the three of us hugged each other to celebrate, Qin Chong took off his short clothes and laughed shirtless and complained to me.

"Langzhong, who is hanging a pot to help the world, wants the sick to cultivate and farm for him, this Shura mage is really calculating!"

The pot helmet also smiled helplessly, and Uncle Langdong's men had brought dried short clothes for everyone, and then went down the mountain to bathe and change clothes on the beach together.

"Nephew, I forgot to tell you that Master Shura's practice is based on "Zena", which is an alternative to the Mahayana sect of Buddhism, a bit like your Eastern Taoists! They don't set up incense, they don't set up dojos, they don't give alms, they don't read tangible scriptures, and all their cultivation and transmission of the Dharma depend on the oral teaching of their masters and apprentices, and whether they can attain the Tao or not is all in the word "enlightenment". ”

Uncle Lang Dong handed me a wooden stick as a crutch, and followed Qin Chong's figure slowly down the mountain, introducing all the anecdotes about Master Shura.

"Therefore, Master Shura never asks for any gold or silver to save people's lives. But there is a strange request, that is, after the patient has recovered, he must stay on the island for two months, sow seeds for him and harvest a crop of rice before leaving! Virtuous nephew! In the early stage of the work of ploughing the ground and planting crops, my boat mates will do it for you. The later irrigation, harvesting, threshing and returning to the warehouse all depend on the three of you! Hahaha! ”

"Zen! Hehe, it's the first time I've heard of it. ”

I laughed and couldn't help but think of the "meditation technique" taught by Master Huang Gang back then, and I hadn't meditated for a long time.

"Although Zena has its own school of Mahayana Buddhism, the precepts that are followed are the same. Without the precepts of the Buddha, Zen is also empty talk! ”

As we spoke, we had come to the edge of the paddy fields in the middle of the mountain, and exchanged a few acres of rice millet and two months of labor for our lives.

This deal is that I earned too much, not the compassionate Shura Master.

What is the purpose of such an act of the eminent monk? I couldn't figure it out.

Maybe it's hard to find mercenaries on the isolated islands of the sea, and they can't afford to farm, right?

When I was in Qingfengze Homeland, Xin Fuzi of the academy once taught me that scholars must know the hardships of Jiaxuan in order to have a heart of awe and benevolence.

And reverence for the gods of heaven and earth, and reverence for all things in the world is one of the original intentions of Buddhism.

The poisonous Gu patients on the island are all caused by other worlds like me who covet virtual freedom.

Abstinence and self-cultivation can get rid of the sea of suffering, otherwise the poisonous Gu will definitely come back.

Master Shura can be described as well-intentioned, and I finally realized the truth.