Two days later, Huineng was licking rice in the rice room.

Shen Qing, who was sifting the rice bran on the side, shook his head and chanted while shaking his head:

The body is a linden tree

The heart is like a mirror

Wipe diligently

Don't let it get dusty

Hui Neng heard Shen Qing reciting the verse, his heartstrings were plucked violently, he followed the verse that Shen Qing recited and pondered seriously, suddenly, left the stone he was stepping on, walked to Shen Qing's side, grabbed his sleeve, and asked, "Senior brother, who made the verse you just recited?"

Shenqing looked mysterious: "Although no one has come forward to admit that sentence for the time being, many people have heard that it was made by Senior Brother Shenxiu. ”

Huineng: "Ah, it's the eldest brother?"

Shenqing stared at Huineng with an inquiring gaze: "What's wrong?" What do you think of this verse?"

Huineng tried his best to pretend to be flat and said: "You also know, I don't know much words, and I don't have a deep understanding of Zen machines, how can I tell the good and bad of this verse?"

Shen Qing scratched his brain with his hand and muttered, "This is too." ”

Huineng led his neck and asked, "Where is this verse written now?"

"It's written on the wall over there in the south corridor." ”

Huineng: "South Corridor? I've been in the monastery for more than eight months, but I've never been there. Take me there. ”

"Tell me to take you?" Shen Qing frowned, his face was timid, "There are rules in the temple, you lay disciples are not allowed to go over there at will. If Senior Brother Shenxiu finds out, he will blame me. ”

Hui Neng said loudly: "Master told everyone to make verses, and declared that there is no distinction between monks and laymen, regardless of high or low status. Now, the elder brother has written a verse, which is for people to see. I'll go over and see, it's not a random visit, right? What's going on, I'm alone, it's none of your business, so it's time to do it, right?"

Seeing that Huineng was so sincere and eager, Shenqing thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll take you over there, but let me make a statement, don't mess around." ”

Huineng agreed: "Okay." ”

So, Shenqing took Huineng and walked to the south corridor.

Under the wall of the south corridor, there are many people around, pointing and commenting on the verses made by Shenxiu. However, most of them are flattering.

Huineng and Shenqing squeezed forward, listening to the monks' comments on the verses on the wall.

There was a tall and thin man in the crowd, wearing a brightly colored official uniform, which was particularly conspicuous, and he stood out from the crowd with all the monks wearing tiles and gray.

Huineng pointed at him and asked in a low voice, "Who is he?"

Shen Qingdao: "I heard people call him Zhang Beijia, and he is a big official in Jiangzhou. He's full of money. Even Shizu admired him for three points. I heard that the ancestor asked him to discuss with that Lu worship, and he was going to draw what 'Lenga disguised map' and 'Five Ancestors' bloodline map'. ”

"Ah, it turns out that he is a great talent", Huineng squeezed up, saluted Zhang Beijia, and then pointed to the wall next to the verse, and said, "Lord Zhang, please write down the verse I made for me." ”

Zhang Beijia looked at Huineng, and saw that he was coarse and black, with unkempt hair, and he belonged to the vulgar subordinates in the temple, thinking that he wanted to be lazy, so he was angry: "You have your own hands and feet, you can write by yourself." It's such a trivial matter as writing a few words, so why bother others?"

Huineng helplessly: "I'm forced to do it!"

Zhang Beijia: "What do you mean by this?"

Huineng spread his hands and said frankly: "I haven't entered the school, so I don't know much. ”

The Hongde monk saw that Huineng was going to write a verse, thinking that he did not know the height of the sky, and said sarcastically: "Before this fang entered the Dongchan Temple, I heard that he was a firewood boy at home, and he came here to work as a handyman mainly for dry rice. ”

"Ah, I see," Zhang Beijia exhaled, "You're here too?" Qi also, Qi also!"

Monk Hongde said contemptuously: "This fang is a subordinate. ”

"The lower people have the upper wisdom, and the upper people have no mind." Huineng said confidently.

Zhang Beijia was stunned when he heard Huineng's extraordinary exit, but he still felt strange: "You don't know much about writing, how can you make verses?"

Huineng pressed his index finger against his heart and replied, "Don't laugh, I use this as a verse." ”

Zhang Beijia: "You use your heart to make verses?"

Huineng nodded: "Exactly." ”

Some monks who like to watch the excitement saw Zhang Beijia and Huineng talking like this, thinking that this time Huineng must be a big fool in front of everyone, so they came out and encouraged: "Zhang Beijia, since this fang wants to make a verse. Write it on the wall for him. ”

"This ......" Huineng has not yet spoken, Zhang Beijia, who has been in the officialdom for many years and has extensive knowledge, has already felt that Dongchan Temple will soon be rolling up a violent wind and thunderstorm, so he put down the brush and inkstone in his hand.

Huineng asked anxiously: "Don't drive Zhang, didn't you write it for me?"

Zhang Beijia explained: "Write, write, but don't use a brush dipped in ink to write, let's write with ash first." ”

Huineng thought to himself; Since you can write out my verses and let them know, that's it.

Zhang Beijia said with subtlety: "Okay, you can talk about it." If you have attained the Dharma, you should first transcend me, and don't forget what I said. ”

"Hmm." Huineng swallowed and read out the first verse in his heart word by word: "Bodhi has no tree." ”

After hearing this, Zhang Beijia picked his ears with his hand and said, "You say it again." ”

Huineng said loudly: "Bodhi has no tree. ”

Zhang Beijia pondered: "Bodhi tree, Bodhi tree, Bodhi is originally a tree, how can you say that Bodhi has no tree?"

This caused all the monks to laugh.

Monk Hongde squeezed in front of Huineng, pointed to the tall Bodhi tree outside the south corridor, and said sarcastically: "You said that Bodhi is not a tree, is it a human, a pig, or a dog?"

Monk Hongde's words caused bursts of laughter.

A young monk said, "If this is a verse, then I, a little brother who has only studied for two years and has been in the monastery for two years to practice Zen, can also make verses?"

"So that all of us can speak."

"That's it. What's the difference?"

"There's no comparison between a verse like a verse on the wall."

"It's fundamentally different from a grade."

"I think it's a laugh and a big tooth!"

Regarding everyone's discussion and cynicism, Huineng was not moved: "You should listen to me finish reading the verses first." ”

"A fangs are fangs, no culture is no culture, and you have to be hard!"

"Dog-tailed mink, there's nothing to see."

There is an old monk who has not been silent, he is the fourth of the ten disciples of the Five Ancestors, the Huayu Zen Master. Eight months ago, when Huineng first met the Fifth Ancestor, he was also present, and Huineng replied, and the earth-shattering philosophy made him remember it vividly. Later, he beat the bell with pears and ate porridge with cakes, which made him look at this handyman in the North Courtyard with admiration. Now, seeing that Huineng asked Zhang Beijia to write the verses he had written for him, his gray eyebrows were frowning high, and his eyes were shining with deep brilliance, and he seemed to smell something out of them, so he squeezed forward and tried his best to disagree: "Huineng's verses have not yet been finished, and it is difficult to determine the merits and disadvantages." The horizontal and vertical verses are not long, so let Huineng finish the verses. ”

Seeing Zen Master Huayu open his mouth like this, Shenqing also said bravely: "Yes, when Huineng finishes the verses, everyone will comment." ”

Some monks are also agreeing: "Then let him do it again." ”

"Okay, I'll write the first sentence of the verse for you," Zhang Beijia said as he wrote a line of ash on the wall: "Bodhi has no tree." ”

This line of verse is written next to Shenxiu's verse.

Zen Master Huayu asked Huineng, "What about your second sentence?"

Huineng still slowed down the rhythm of the recitation: "The mirror is not a stage. ”

Monk Hongde reprimanded again: "The mirror itself is a platform. If you insist that it is not a station, you are either talking nonsense or being unreasonable. ”

At this time, Zhang Beijia also seemed to sense something from it, and dissuaded Monk Hongde: "Don't make noise here first." It's still true that Master Huayu said it just now, so let the family finish the verses. Then he wrote the second line on the wall with ash: "The mirror is not a platform." ”

Huineng continued to read the third sentence: "There was nothing in the first place. ”

Zhang Beijia: "What about the fourth sentence?"

Huineng: "Where to stir up dust." ”

After Zhang Beijia finished writing the fourth verse in ash, he threw the ash on the ground, took two steps back, looked around, and read the four verses aloud:

Bodhi has no tree

Nor is Spiegel a platform

There was nothing

Where to stir up dust

Obviously, Huineng made this poem on the spot according to his own understanding of Zen machine Buddhism, walking in the rhyme of Shenxiu.

Some monks who knew a few words but had poor comprehension laughed heartily after reading this verse: "Our body and mind are obviously here, and we meditate and practice meditation every day, in order to sweep away the dust inside every day." How can you talk nonsense with your eyes open and say nothing?"

Other monks echoed: "Well, if we follow the teachings of this verse, we don't need to sit in meditation or meditate." ”

"Yes, then, what's the use of us reciting sutras? It's better to go home and grow vegetables. ”

Every word you say, every word I say, is another sound of attack.

Zhang Beijia's heart, which was standing under the side, was like boiling water at this time: this colorful and thorough Zen verse could actually be made on the spot by an illiterate firewood boy? It's simply incredible, incredible!

Huineng ignored the ridicule of those monks, but asked Zhang Beijia, "How am I doing?"

Zhang Beijia, who has always believed in Zen learning, could not imagine that this southern fangjing, who was not very literate, was so penetrating and thunderous.

"This ...... This ......" Zhang Beijia's mouth, which was still stunned, became stammered, and at the end, he squeezed out a sentence, "It's really unseemly!"

After reciting this verse repeatedly, Zen Master Huayu couldn't help but feel the same way, and muttered, "This verse is insightful, not bad!" No one shall be a man of appearance, nor shall he be of appearance!"

It turned out that the monk who blindly reprimanded Huineng heard Zhang Beijia and the Zen master of Huazi say this, so he recited Huineng's verses repeatedly, pondering, some intelligent monks had already felt something, and looked at this extremely inconspicuous and lowly Chungmi miscellaneous servant with stunned eyes.

Hui Neng saw Zhang Beijia's appearance, and after giving the salute, he urged again and again: "I still hope that Master Zhang Beijia will give advice." ”

"For those of us who are outside the Buddhist Gate, let's let your master and brothers make an evaluation." On this occasion, Zhang Beijia, who has been rolling in the officialdom for many years, did not express his chest directly, but buried his thoughts, and only vaguely pushed back the matter.