The eyes of the Zen master must have shone with no confusion: "If a poor monk wants to recite this kind of scripture, you can't say it's okay, and if you want to elaborate on that kind of scripture, you can't say you can't understand it." So what kind of sutra do you want me to explain? Does the donor want to? ”

Zhang Cambodia raised his voice: "Master, this time I entered Daishan Temple to listen to you talk about the Tao with things. ”

When talking about scriptures and Taoism in Buddhism, it is naturally inseparable from quoting scriptures and classics, and then making it outward. Now, as soon as the other party opened his mouth, this problem came out, which made a certain Zen master who was hiding in a small temple in the deep mountains feel extremely difficult, and his teeth touched, but he didn't know where to start: "This ...... This ......"

Seeing that the Zen master must have opened his mouth and stammered, he was so nervous that the corners of his forehead were dripping with sweat, and he waved his hand and gave him a step down: "Since this proposition is difficult to answer, forget it." I was just talking about it. ”

The Zen master must have wiped the sweat from his forehead with his monk's robe: "This ......"

Zhang Cambodia carefully observed that the Zen master was not very old, but the corners of his forehead were engraved with deep wrinkles, and between the words, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he asked: "Master, although the wind knife of the years is ruthless, it can carve deep marks on people's faces. But according to your age, the wrinkles should not be so deep, I see that there is a lock between your eyebrows, and there is a melancholy light in your eyes from time to time, presumably there is something unsatisfactory on weekdays? ”

The Zen master must have raised his eyebrows, and he was stunned: As soon as such a layman met, why did he infer that there were hidden worries in my soul? He shook his head helplessly and said: "The benefactor's eyes are like torches, and his insight into the mysteries is really extraordinary, which makes the poor monks admire him to the extreme. Now that you can see it, I don't want to hide it anymore, recently, the poor monk does have a knot in his heart that cannot be untied. ”

Zhang Cambodia took over his words and took advantage of the situation: "The monks have escaped from the rolling red dust, escaped into the empty door, and practiced for many years. Master, how can you have a knot in your heart that you can't untie? ”

The Zen master must have sighed, although the sigh was low, Zhang Cambodia still listened to it.

The Zen master must have picked up the sutra book on the desk and raised it in front of Zhang Cambodia, and then pointed to the thick stacks of scriptures piled up on the bookshelf in the corner, and said: "The world of Zen is wonderful, sometimes the flowers are red and willow green, and the clouds are white and the mountains are green; Sometimes the bottom of the sea is red dust, and the water is blue and black. Bodhidharma Patriarch came from the West, crossed the river with a reed, and went to the East to open Zen learning, several generations of Zen Buddhism in the big temple are all based on the "Sutra of Stunned" as the doctrine. In the temple, the poor monks studied the scriptures hard, reciting them day and night, which took nearly 30 years and read no less than 800 volumes. Recently, I went to Jintai Temple in Xinzhou, and the poor monk borrowed the Diamond Sutra from Master Shankong and recited the bitter chant. The poor monk is familiar with the scriptures in the book, and he can recite them backwards, not bad. But I tried my best to understand the principles of Zen, but I was never able to get the gist of it. ”

Zhang Cambodia: "Ah, it turns out that the master's heart knot lies here. ”

The Zen master must have expressed his personal feelings after many years of practice: "It is not difficult for a person to succeed in doing something, but it is not easy to achieve success in life." Within the Buddha's door, so is the Tao. ”

Zhang Cambodia looked at it, many of those scriptures had been yellowed and rolled up, oozing sweat stains, and some of the spines were dilapidated and tattered, and said: "When you enter the empty door, reciting scriptures is of course an indispensable homework. I see that these scriptures have been tattered to such a state that I can assume that the master has read them at least hundreds of times. But just burrowing around in these piles of old papers all day long, tossing and turning, is just silverfish in the book, how much benefit does it really gain from Dharma meditation and purifying the mind? ”

The Zen master must not have imagined that the benefactor in front of him would speak the Chinese language of Buddhism, and asked: "Listening to what the donor said, isn't the Buddhist classics the supreme criterion for learning Buddhism and practicing Zen?" ”

Zhang Cambodia's face was serious: "The Buddhas are wonderful, not about words." Trapped in Buddhism, immersed in the scriptures, is just a corner of life's practice. I look at the world, walking, sitting, living, and lying in the dojo. ”

The heartstrings of the Zen master must have been plucked by Zhang Cambodia's words, and he shook violently, and said sincerely: "Donor, you go on." ”

Zhang Cambodia pointed to the large pile of scriptures on the bookshelf in the corner and said: "Master, even if you have escaped into the empty door, if you are still trapped by dogma and tainted by the hustle and bustle, you will be ignorant and ignorant, and it will be difficult to reach the realm of purity of mind and self-forgetfulness. How can we get the essence of Zen?! ”

The Zen master must have vaguely felt that the benefactor had not fully revealed the true meaning of these words, so he gave a Buddha salute and said, "Amitabha." Donor, listening to your words is a sound outside the strings, you might as well directly pick out the words in front of the poor monks, so that the poor monks can lead and understand, I am grateful. ”

Zhang Cambodia humbly: "Master, you are the abbot of Buddhism, I am a layman, how dare you come to talk about the scriptures in front of you, I just feel it, and I speak from the bottom of my heart." ”

The Zen master must still be worried: "The years have passed, and time is like water." The poor monk has been practicing penance for many years, but he has not been able to break through himself. The poor monk is struggling with not being able to take a step further down the meditation path. ”