Besides, after Liang Jianxing finished telling the two stories of dividing pears and eating porridge, he announced a 10-minute break.

10 minutes later, just as the students in the audience sat back in their original positions, waiting for Liang Jianxing to tell the third story: to test his understanding, I saw Liang Jianxing sit on the stage, but unexpectedly said: "Today, our group company held this study and research meeting, it can be said that it is a coincidence, very fortunate, Liang Shirong, chairman of our group company, unexpectedly. Below, I have a proposal to invite Mr. Liang Shirong, chairman of our group company, to tell the third story: to test the understanding. Maybe some employees of our group company do not have a deep understanding of our chairman, so before I talk about it, let me give you a brief introduction to our chairman:

Mr. Liang Shirong is currently the chairman of GD Liangshi Paper Group Co., Ltd., a senior researcher and visiting professor of the China Asia-Pacific Economic Research Center, the vice chairman of the China Entrepreneurs Association, and the vice chairman of the GD Zen Six Ancestors Culture Research Association. Among them, the paper "Relying on Scientific Progress to Promote the Three Grades of Enterprises and the Scale and Level of Enterprises" was rated as the first prize of social science theory and practice achievements by the ****** Research Office and the China Regional Economic Development Research Institute, and was awarded the title of "China's Top 100 Industry Figures", won the honorary gold plaque of the inscription written by the party and state leaders, and was received and awarded by the party and state leaders; "On the Role of Traditional Chinese Excellent Culture in Building a Harmonious Society" was awarded the first prize by GD Provincial Civilization Literature, GD Provincial Academy of Social Sciences and Social Sciences, and GD Provincial Zen Six Ancestors Culture Research Association.

In 1982, Mr. Liang Shirong entered the MBACEO president class of Sun Yat-sen University and obtained a master's degree in economics. Next, let us invite Mr. Liang Shirong, chairman of our group company, to the stage with warm applause, and tell us the third story: to test our understanding.

Mr. Liang Shirong walked up to the stage in the warm applause and stopped, bowed gracefully to the audience, and then looked at the audience with threatening eyes under the guest speaker's seat, and said amiably: "All students, good afternoon!" Today is a good day, our hometown of the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism is smiling in the mountains and rivers, the wind is refreshing, the sun is shining, and the office building of Liang's Group is bathed in a strong cultural atmosphere. It may be hard for everyone here to believe that "no book is written without coincidence". Early this morning, at the invitation of my alma mater, I returned to my alma mater to participate in the activity of sending traditional excellent culture to the campus by literary and artistic volunteers, telling the story of the six ancestors Huineng in my alma mater, and ending the reality, in the form of literary tone and stories that the masses like to hear, telling the little-known wisdom of the six ancestors Huineng, and expounding the life philosophy implied by "those who have aspirations, things can be done", which was well received by teachers, alumni and students, and aroused strong responses. Just 20 minutes ago, I drove back to the XX county town in front of the six ancestors of Zen Hui Neng Colosseum, the mobile phone rang, connected to the Bluetooth and listened, it turned out to be Mr. Liang called, asked where I am, I said near the group company. So, there is the coincidence that we are together today. Thanks to the six ancestors, Liang has the opportunity to send traditional excellent culture to the campus and enterprises. Next, I will continue the topic of Mr. Liang and tell the third story: making a test of understanding. On the basis of faithfulness to the original story, literary elements are integrated to increase the literary and interesting.

It is said that one day in the golden autumn of October, the five ancestors and two laymen were pacing under the newly painted corridor wall in the south of Dongchan Temple.

The tall one, wearing an official uniform, has a bit of unique majesty, but also has an elegant bearing. This person's name is Zhang Riyong, and he is not a driver in Jiangzhou. Don't drive this official to say that big is not big, but small is not small, but it is the deputy position of the assassin.

The other one who was slightly shorter and slightly chubby was called Lu Zhen, and people called him "Lu Feng". Enshrinement is the title of the person who served around the emperor. In the early Tang Dynasty, there were names such as serving the imperial history and serving the imperial history in the palace. Tang Xuanzong sometimes had Hanlin enshrined, which was specially prepared in the palace. And this "Lu Offering" was the most famous painter of the dynasty, especially in painting figures and Buddhist scriptures in disguise. The civil and military ministers and princes and nobles in the court were proud to be able to get his collection of Danqing ink treasures.

Fifth Ancestor: "I invited you two here today because I have something to ask for." ”

Zhang Beijia: "What does the ancestor have to ask us laymen to beg meloquity?"

Lu Xianfeng humbly said: "Yes, how can we be virtuous, and Master Lao is so important?"

Five Ancestors: "You two, one is only eight years old, and he is proficient in Buddhism; One is a Kuangshi painter, famous in the Central Plains. The old man invited you to come this time to make a picture scroll on the wall of the south corridor for me. ”

Zhang Beijia suddenly realized: "Ah, it turned out to be such a thing. ”

Lu Feng respectfully said: "Since the ancestor has called us here, we must do our best." I wonder what you want us to paint?"

The Five Patriarchs reverently said: "There are many shocking stories of seeking the Buddha in the Ranga Sutra, and I want you to follow these stories and depict them in the form of paintings, and gather them in the picture scroll. ”

The Ranga Sutra, whose full name is the Ranga Abhadra Sutra, refers to the scriptures spoken by the Buddha in Sri Lanka, which believes that all dharmas are "seen by the mind" and that all things are created by the mind. It has a great influence on Zen Buddhism, and it is one of the "six classics" on which the Chinese Buddhism Dharma Xiangzong is based. After pondering the intentions of the five ancestors, Zhang Beijia said: "To sum up, it should be called 'Lenga Sect's lineage order map'. ”

The fifth ancestor said: "Yes, it is the 'lineage sequence map of the Lenga Sect'." ”

"Ah, what do you want to draw is the lineage order of the Ranga Sect?" Lu Xianfeng nodded and praised, "This is very good, there are ancients in the past, and there are people who come after, and they are passed down from generation to generation." Good, good!"

Zhang Beijia stepped forward: "Master, I have a proposal. ”

Fifth Ancestor: "What is the proposal?"

Zhang Beijia pointed and scratched at the pink wall: "The wall of this south corridor is more than ten zhang long, and it seems too wasteful to draw a map of the lineage of the Lenga sect." I think I could draw another long scroll. ”

The Fifth Ancestor asked, "According to what you see, what kind of long scrolls do you draw?"

Zhang Beijia: "I preliminarily imagined that I could draw a scroll of the Five Ancestors ......"

The fifth ancestor didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no." ”

Zhang Beijia: "Why not?"

The five ancestors said: "In the Zen forest, the high priest is like a cloud, although I was promoted by the monks as the five ancestors of Zen Buddhism, but in the Dongchan Temple where I am the abbot, I painted these long scrolls, to self-promotion, self-boasting, will not make the world laugh?"

Zhang Beijia laughed: "The master has always had a very high level of understanding, and no one can match it, but this time he was stunned. ”

The fifth ancestor blinked his old eyes: "Confused?"

Zhang Beijia: "Master, you are too anxious, this time you misunderstood what I meant." ’’

The Fifth Ancestor was puzzled: "I misunderstood what you meant?"

"Yes," Zhang Beijia explained, "I want to draw the 'Five Ancestors Blood Map', not just you, the Ancestor. ”

The Fifth Ancestor asked, "So, what do you want to paint?"

Zhang Beijia explained: "But from the painting of the first ancestor of Bodhidharma, Hui Ke, Seng Can, Daoxin, until your fifth ancestor Hongren master, inheritance of the Buddha lamp, how many thrilling stories, a Zen transmission of the bloodline!"

Fifth Ancestor: "So you were referring to this. ”

Lu worshipped: "What should this be called?"

"Five Ancestors Bloodline Diagram." Zhang Beijia explained. The ancestor Bodhidharma came by boat from Tianzhu, crossed the river with a reed, faced the wall for nine years, and only after many twists and turns did the world be convinced; The second ancestor Hui can break his arm, the blood stains the red snow, and the world is shocked and weeps ghosts and gods; Three Patriarch Monks. Xiao Ran meditated, secluded in the mountains; The four ancestors of Taoism, often sit day and night, do not lie down, more than 60 years of coercion, Shuangfeng preaching; Fifth Ancestor, you became a monk with Daoxin at the age of seven, and for decades, you have been through ups and downs and opened the door to the Dongshan Method. From the first ancestor to the master, everyone has walked through a bumpy road in life. All of them are models of dedication and hard work. ”

Lu Xianfeng agreed: "Yes, it is not easy for your Zen Buddhism to be passed down from generation to generation. These singing and weeping stories are used as the genealogy of Zen Buddhism, painted into images and left on the wall. It is indeed a great thing to be easy to understand, to commemorate the former and enlighten future generations!"

The Fifth Ancestor thought for a while, nodded and said, "The two of you are reasonable, and the proposal is also very good." Just do as you say. The two of you discuss it and decide on a first draft. And then study with the old man. ”

Zhang Beijia and Lu Fengfeng said in unison: "Okay." ”

The Fifth Ancestor asked, "Do you estimate how long it will take to come up with the first draft?" ”

After pondering, Zhang Bei replied, "A month." ”

Lu Xianfeng agreed: "I think it's about the same. ”

Fifth Ancestor: "Okay. The old man is waiting for you to start drawing. ”

After sending off Zhang Beijia and Lu Xian, and returning to the abbot's room, the fifth ancestor felt extremely out of breath, knowing that his mental strength was gradually exhausted, so he resolutely decided to take an exam among all the disciples to see who could most thoroughly comprehend the Buddha's Zen machine.

The next day, the Five Patriarchs summoned all the monks and laymen of the whole temple to the lawn in front of the main hall.

The fifth ancestor wore a golden robe embroidered with gold thread, and held a golden monk's bowl in his left hand.

This robe, the golden bowl, was brought by the first ancestor Bodhidharma from Tianzhu and passed down from generation to generation of Buddhas.

This treasure, just as the emperor has the supreme jade seal of the Zhenguo, serves as a symbol of the supreme power of the Buddha.

Shenxiu, who was standing in front of him, saw these two holy relics, and couldn't help but feel excited: he had been to Dongchan Temple for so many years, and the five ancestors had never worn the robe so ceremoniously in front of the monks. If these treasures fall into his own hands, he will become the sixth generation master of the Zen Forest.

Just when Shenxiu wanted to get into the wrong, the fifth ancestor had a serious face and said in a solemn tone: "The vicissitudes of the world, the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, I have now reached the time when the oil lamp is extinguished, I want to teach you the secrets of Zen Buddhism, so as to continue the lineage of Zen Buddhism." Anyone who is in our Dongchan Temple, whether he has become a monk or a handyman who has not yet been ordained; Regardless of his status in the temple, he can write out the state of mind that he has realized after many years of practice in Zen verses. If anyone's verses best express the nature of the Buddha, the essence of Zen, and the highest realm, I will teach him the secrets of Zen and the sacred relics that have been passed down from generation to generation, the robe, the mantle and bowl. That is, in the future, that person will be the sixth generation of our Zen masters. ”

The words of the five ancestors really made all the monks and laypeople in the Dongchan Temple excited. How many winter nights when the wind blows the old trees and the snow hits the cold windows, how many hot and unbearable summer days, facing the red fish and green chime, facing the green lights and yellow rolls, and facing the hard work, everyone is inspirational and painstakingly cultivated, in order to achieve great things and cultivate positive results. Now, when the opportunity comes, why not excite them?

In the hall, in the meditation room, in the monk's house, in the mill, in the vegetable field, under the linden tree...... In every corner of Dongchan Temple, monks of all sizes have their own ideas: some feel that their literary talent is low, and how to write is not as good as the "Theravada" senior brother Shenxiu, thinking of this, they are too lazy to use their brains to think about it; Some are flipping through the books, meditating and pondering, and searching for dry intestines is not a word; Some people who are slightly literate are troubled by the fact that they can't come up with a discourse that gives insight into the Zen machine.

And Shenxiu, who was already the "Theravada" elder brother of the Five Ancestors, often performed his duties on behalf of the teacher, and his understanding was very high, and he knew that this was the most critical moment in his life. But he also had his own troubles, because he composed a few verses, and he always felt that it was not ideal, and he was uneasy.

On a moonlit night, the restless Shenxiu couldn't sleep peacefully in bed, looking at the moon hanging high outside the window was so pale, he couldn't sleep anymore, got up and opened the door, walked out of the monk's room alone, made a few back and forth stretching and flexing movements with both hands, and then walked up along the stone stone of the Twin Peaks, while breathing in the fresh air of the night, while searching for dry intestines. Walking, walking, unconsciously came to the white lotus pond in the middle of the mountain. The white lotus is blooming, and the night breeze is sending bursts of fragrance.

Shenxiu felt that her legs were a little tired, and she lay under the tall Bodhi tree next to the white lotus pond, her hands resting behind her head, looking up at the vast night sky.

The night sky was inky blue, the moon was high, the wind had stopped, and there was not a trace of clouds floating away in the sky.

"Ah, what a beautiful moonlit night, what a beautiful sky! What is this clean night sky like?" Shenxiu muttered to himself, the tentacles of his mind let go, and he was searching.

Suddenly, the spirit of the rhino made him suddenly wake up: "Ah, spotless, like a bright mirror! Our Zen realm should also reach this realm!" Shenxiu felt that the clouds in his thoughts were gradually wiped away, revealing a piece of emptiness. Suddenly, inspiration gushed out, and he slapped his thigh with joy, and finally thought of a verse, and rushed back to the temple quickly, and went straight to the abbot's room in the south corridor, bent his index finger, and just wanted to knock on the door of the abbot's room of the five ancestors, but he froze: the city of the five ancestors is unfathomable, what is his favorite verse? There is not yet a single reference phrase. Although I feel that this verse I made is perfect, it is my own personal will. What I'm afraid of is that once it is submitted, the five ancestors are not very satisfied, and it will be too late to insult at that time.

The severity of this is related to the future of his life. If you are too reckless, it may only backfire. Thinking of this, Shenxiu turned back to the monk's room where he was staying, and wrote down the verses overnight.

In what way and when should this verse be presented to the five ancestors?

The hesitant and panicked state of mind has been tormenting Shenxiu. Suddenly, an impulse drove him to the south corridor like a devil, wanting to express his heart to the five ancestors. But when he arrived at the door of the abbot's room of the five ancestors, it stopped abruptly. The crimson door seemed to separate him from the Five Ancestors into two states of mind, two worlds.

Shenxiu sighed secretly, and left quietly in despair.

In this way, Shenxiu wandered indecisively in front of the abbot's room of the five ancestors in the south corridor, coming and going, going and coming. For four days and four nights, a total of thirteen competitions, but he never had the courage to knock on the door of the abbot's room and tell the five ancestors about his heart.

It wasn't until late at night on the fifth day that the crickets, which usually like to chirp, stopped whining. The monk of the Shou Watch Temple knocked on the four watches, Shenxiu tossed and turned on the bed, and suddenly on a whim, he jumped up from the bed and slapped his thigh: "Good idea!" "Shenxiu ghost made the god to go to the desk, grind the ink in the Fengchi Duan inkstone, wrapped the Xuancheng pen with a cloth together with the Duan inkstone, and quietly came to the powder wall of the south corridor in front of the abbot's room of the five ancestors, looked around, and confirmed that there was no one around, so he raised his pen and wrote this poem in one go:

The body is a linden tree

The heart is like a mirror

Wipe diligently

Don't let it get dusty

Before the ink of the verses had dried, Shenxiu hurriedly packed up the pen and inkstone, walked away quickly like a night owl, and secretly returned to the monk's room where he was staying.