Yungu Zen Master recorded in the history books, the name of the Dharma Society, the ancestral home is Xushan Town, Jiaxi County, Zhejiang, the common surname is Huai, born in the thirteenth year of Ming Xiaozong Hongzhi, about 1500 A.D., died in the third year of Wanli, about 1575 A.D. The disciple Zhenyin Shi cremated it and buried it on the right side of the Dayun Temple.

Now because of the unexpected appearance of Daozi, not only did Gui Zixiao not die early, but also became the prefect of Taicang Mansion. This is good, the great Zen master, known as the leader of Zen Buddhism, Yungu Zen Master is also alive, a demon beast!

Daozi couldn't say the shock, he didn't know if what he saw in front of him was real, or if there was a mistake in the history books, he stepped forward, like a puppet, and pointed at the stomach of the Yungu Zen Master with his index finger, through the monk's clothes, he could still feel the softness and fleshy feeling, his eyes were stupid, and he said to himself: "Yungu Zen Master, this is really Yungu Zen Master?" ”

Everyone who watched this scene was dumbfounded, Linlang was first stunned by Daozi's behavior, and then angry, and was about to say a rude sentence. But at this moment, the great Zen master of Yungu stopped Linlang, but seemed to have an understanding, he squatted down, let his height be as high as Daozi, and looked at Daozi with kind eyes, this drooping boy: "There has never been a Yungu Zen master in this world, Yungu will only cover the eyes of the world, so that the world can not see what is under the cloud valley." So I'm just a belly, I can hold food, I can hold desires, I can hold joys and sorrows, love and hatred."

"Little donor, you can call me belly! I love the name. ”

Zen Master Yungu did not have the pretentiousness of a monk or a mage at all, he was like a loving old man, saying loving words to Daozi.

At this time, there were already circles of people in front of the mountain gate, and they looked at Yungu Zen Master and Daozi, this old and young, a big monk, and a little boy.

Everyone held their breath, they didn't expect that the sweeping old monk in front of them was the rumored number one Zen master in Jiangnan, Yungu, and they didn't expect the great Zen master of Yungu to talk to a child like this. They held their breath and looked respectful, like worshippers worshipping Buddha statues.

Belly?

If Yungu Zen Master calls the belly Zen Master in the future, then isn't the people of Jiangnan and the world crazy?

Linlang heard the conversation between Daozi and Yungu Zen Master, sweat beaded on her beautiful face, she regretted it, she regretted what she brought Daozi to Zhilan Temple for.

If her father Gui Zixiao knew that he had given Yungu Zen Master this name of laughing and toothless because of his own reasons, his father would still be angry and spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Liuqi didn't dare to breathe at the moment, although he didn't know the origin of the old monk, but he saw Zhang Shipei, and saw everyone's heartfelt respectful expressions towards the old monk, knowing that the little master had kicked the steel plate this time!

Daozi and Yungu Zen Master looked at each other, just like that, ethereal and free, not wanting to look at each other, and finally Daozi sneered, like ten thousand lotus flowers blooming in Zhilan Temple, he did not answer the words of Yungu Great Zen Master, but changed the topic and said: "Yungu Great Zen Master, earlier you said that you explained the mountain gate to the kid, but the kid wanted to hear it, why do you have to go through the small gate if you don't go through the gate?" ”

Daozi's tone was full of disrespect and disrespect, and the breasts of Princess Taiping, who was full of anger, became Yang Yuhuan's. The pilgrim door and the monk door looked at Daozi angrily, eager to slap this little gentleman's ears, how could he be so rude to the great Zen master?

Zen Master Yungu did not get angry at all, he pointed to the mountain gate behind the pine and cypress and explained them one by one. Daozi listened to it in the clouds, but everyone listened to it with a sudden realization and fascination.

Daozi understands that this is the rule of the monastic temple.

There are generally three mountain gates, and the gate in the middle is called the empty gate, also called the liberation gate, and this gate exists to express the Dharma. Generally, the people who walk in or out of this door are not people, or they can only be virtuous monks and great mages or emperors who are rich in divinity in the world. If the ordinary pilgrims who enter the incense leave, I am afraid that they will lose their longevity.

The small mountain gate on the right is called Wuzuo Gate, that is, the meaning of doing good deeds without bad karma, sometimes it is also called the convenient door, the concept of three religions in one means the White Tiger Gate, generally out of the temple to go through this door, indicating the meaning of the tiger's mouth.

The one on the left is called the door of no phase, which means that everything is phaseless, only my heart, sometimes it is also called the dragon gate, generally the pilgrims enter the temple before walking through this door, take a good omen. It was this door that Daozi was pulled away by Linlang.

Of course, the great Zen master of Yungu said not only these but also a lot, what wisdom, compassion, etc., and so on, in the most vernacular language to explain a lot of great Zen to Daozi, but Daozi didn't remember a word, he only felt dizzy, and sighed in his heart, the door of the temple is threefold, and the three are rules, troublesome, and not empty.

There were more and more onlookers, and all the believers bowed and worshipped, and soon the movement here attracted the attention of the great monk of Zhilan Temple, and he came over with a group of monks. The crowd made way for them.

Seeing that Daozi was absent-minded, Zen Master Yungu smiled slightly, accepted the "nagging" of "mother-in-law", stood up and greeted the great monk of Zhilan Temple.

The great monk is very old, and the old one feels confused in the eyes of Daozi, but he has great respect for the Yungu Zen Master and worships his disciples. From this, we can know the status of Yungu Zen Master in Zen Buddhism, oh, to be precise, between the great monk and the bhikshunis of Zhilan Temple.

The great monk and Zen Master Yungu talked, and then asked each other to go to a secluded place to talk about the Dharma, and Zen Master Yungu did not refuse. Before leaving, he smiled lovingly at Daozi, and then gave Linlang a lesson that Linlang could only understand about his helplessness to disguise himself as a man, Linlang spit out his little tongue when he saw it, and secretly made a grimace.

Zen Master Yungu shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then left the place with the great monk.

Michiko and the rest of the people watched them leave, until they disappeared into the deep grass and trees of the meditation room, and then dispersed. Linlang pulled Daozi to worship the Bodhisattva, saying that worshipping the Bodhisattva would help him bring good luck at tomorrow's Nanyuan disciple meeting. Daozi didn't refuse, anyway, he came here, even if it was a temple tour without ticket money.

Zhilan Temple is actually not big, but the architectural style is seriously influenced by the Suzhou style, so it should have been a bright and bright temple that has become a little bit of a small family of literati in the south of the Ming Dynasty.

A few people passed through the release pond and under a cypress tree full of red and yellow blessing bags, they bought incense money from a monk, and the monk gave Daozi two pillars of incense and some bait to feed the goldfish and turtles. After the two got up, they ran to the release pond to feed the fish and turtles.

After playing with this, Daozi felt very naïve, and he looked back at the big Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall, as if his eyes were staring at him with disdain.

Dao Zixin said, you are a lump of dirt, what do you know, when you go out to travel, isn't it just playing? What is playing, playing is to let yourself go, to be true to yourself, to be able to childishly splash and howl on the ground when you have the most fun, I don't care, I don't care......

Forget it, talk to your clay fetus statue about the taste of eating men and women, and you don't understand!