Liang Shirong picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and sighed: "There is a way that time is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. The master has been stationed in this mountain for more than 20 years, and it seems that he is familiar with the surroundings here. ”

Yide Zen Master looked up at the clear blue sky outside the window, a piece of white clouds, and said affectionately: "Daishan Temple is ten miles away, have left a lot of footprints of poor monks, I regard the mountains and rivers, flowers and trees here as a part of my life." Look at the clouds in the sky, and the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. Spring flowers and autumn moons, summer cicadas and winter plums embellish the brilliant life of poor monks. Every grass and tree is always a matter of love! The poor monk took this as his home, cut Jiang Yun as a garment, and quietly invited Shanyue to be a meditation room, intending to be here to be poor and old. ”

Liang Shirong said in an admiring tone: "The master lives in a secluded place, his heart is in the Zen gate, he is meditating and cultivating, and he is unswerving, which is really respectable and respectable. ”

Zen Master Yide waved his hand: "Good! Wonderful! The benefactor does not need to praise the poor monks. The donor came this time, I don't know what to do? ”

Liang Shirong leaned over: "People say that Buddhism is broad and profound, I want to come and listen to the master's experience of meditation and enlightenment." ”

Zen Master Yide stroked the short beard of his chin and asked: "I don't know if the donor wants to listen to the poor monk expound the teachings of the Huayan Sutra, or does he want me to explain the teachings of the Sutra?" ”

Liang Shirong's face was indifferent, and he was not interested in this: "Master, you read those scriptures day and night, forgetting to sleep and eat, I believe that you have already understood the mystery inside." But how do we, the people of the mountains, know the profound teachings of the scriptures? ”

"This ......," Yide Zen Master frowned and pondered for a moment, "So, how about the poor monk reciting the full text of the Diamond Sutra to you?" ”

Liang Shirong shook his head: "How much time does it take for you to recite the full text of the Diamond Sutra to me." Besides, those scriptures have many esoteric texts and many cumbersome chapters, and if we interpret the meaning of the scriptures from the words of the books, and discuss the Tao and meditation, I see that there is not one in a hundred Li people who can truly understand the Li people within a radius of 100 miles from Shuangshi Mountain. ”

Yide Zen Master's eyes flowed with a light of 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 that kind of scripture, you can't understand it." So what kind of sutra do you want me to explain? The donor is thinking—"

Liang Shirong raised his voice: "Master, this time I entered Daishan Temple to listen to you talk about 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 the Yide 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 ......"

Liang Shirong saw that Zen Master Yide opened his mouth and stammered, 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, then forget it." I was just talking about it. ”

Zen Master Yide wiped the sweat from his forehead with his monk's robe: "This ......"

Liang Shirong carefully observed that the Zen Master Yide was not very old, but the corners of his forehead were engraved with deep wrinkles, and between his 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. ”

Yide Zen Master's eyebrows were raised, and he was stunned: such a layman, as soon as they met, why did he deduce 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. ”

Liang Shirong took over his words and took advantage of the trend: "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? ”

Yide Zen Master sighed, although the sigh was low, Liang Shirong still listened to it.

Yide Zen Master picked up the scripture book placed on the desk and raised it in front of Liang Shirong, 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. The poor monk is in the temple, reading the scriptures hard, reciting day and night, it took nearly 20 years, reading no less than 800 volumes, the poor monks are familiar with the scriptures in the book, and can memorize 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. ”

Liang Shirong: "Ah, it turns out that the master's heart knot lies in this. ”

Zen Master Yide 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. ”

Liang Shirong 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, of course, reciting scriptures is an essential 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? ”

Zen Master Yide couldn't imagine that this young benefactor would speak Buddhism, and asked: "Listening to what the donor said, isn't the Buddhist classics the supreme criterion for learning Buddhism and practicing Zen?" ”

Liang Shirong'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. ”

Yide Zen Master's heartstrings were plucked by Liang Shirong's words, and he shook violently, and said sincerely: "Donor, you go on." ”

Liang Shirong pointed to the large pile of scriptures on the bookshelf in the corner of the wall 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?! ”

Yide Zen Master vaguely felt that the benefactor did not show 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. ”

Liang Shirong humbly said: "Master, you are the abbot of Buddhism, I am a mountain village man, how dare you come to talk about the scriptures and papers in front of you, I just feel it, and I speak from the bottom of my heart." ”

Yide Zen Master is still frowning: "Time flies, 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. ”

"This ......" Liang Shirong pondered the other party's words, suddenly, heard the sound of "hum, hum", a bee vibrated its wings, trying to break out of the meditation hall but couldn't get out, now flying around in front of him, his heart was suddenly sharp, pointing to the flying elf and said to Yide Zen Master: "Master, what do you think this is?" ”

Inside and outside Daishan Temple, peach red and willow green, a hundred flowers contend. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance is overflowing, and bees fly in flocks from all directions to compete with butterflies for pollen. Every year is true, and so is every year. For Yide Zen Master, this is a commonplace scene, now Liang Shirong pointed to the bee and asked him, and replied directly: "This is a bee, it has a head and eyes, wings and needles, and it is no different from the bees picking flowers in the flower garden outside!" ”

Liang Shirong saw that his answer was very shallow, and continued to ask: "Master, I didn't ask about the shape of this bee. I'm asking you, what is it doing? ”

Zen Master Yide's eyes were wandering, staring at the bees flying around, thinking for a while, but still replied calmly: "It's flapping its wings and flying." These bees not only collect pollen in the flower garden outside our temple, but also often fly into the meditation hall, flying around, which is strange and annoying. ”

Liang Shirong saw that he still failed to realize the true meaning, so he said: "Master, you only see the world and talk about things, but you can't go straight to the source of your heart. No wonder you have been chanting for more than 20 years and are still trapped in the pile of old papers, and you can't go up a step in meditation and enlightenment. There is no doubt that Liang Shirong's words have a meticulous Zen opportunity.

Yide Zen Master frowned, his eyes were fixed, and he carefully pondered what Liang Shirong was referring to: "You say that the poor monk only sees the world and talks about things, and fails to go straight to the source of his heart? ”

Liang Shirong Yang pointed to the bee that was still touching the transparent gauze paper in the window, and his words were full of wit: "This bee, just like those of us who practice in the monastery, how can it not be trapped in this meditation hall surrounded by four walls, but go to the vast world of freedom and ease?" ”

Zen Master Yide followed Liang Shirong's fingers and saw that the bee was "buzzing, buzzing" in the meditation hall, wanting to fly to the outside world where a hundred flowers are contending, but he always bumped into the layer of transparent gauze pasted in the window. Undeterred, the bee flapped its wings and flew to the window on the other side, and slammed into the gauze again. It whirls left and right, trying many times, but it hits a wall back and forth, in vain, and cannot fly out to get close to the vast world outside, to get close to the lovely nature......

Liang Shirong saw Master Yide's focused demeanor, pointed to the bee, and then pointed to the layer of window paper, and raised his voice: "You see how diligent and busy this bee is, but it can't find a way out." It's just a thin layer of window paper from the world outside. ”

Zen Master Yide playfully: "It's just a thin layer of window paper from the outside world? ”

Liang Shirong walked to the window and gently poked the window paper with his index finger, and the window paper was pierced with a small hole.

"What do you mean by that?" Zen Master Yide looked at it inexplicably, only to see the bee flying out of the hole in the window paper and going to the flowers to collect honey.

Liang Shirong raised his voice: "You see, once this thin layer of window paper is pierced, it will be a new world for bees." In life, good and evil, good and bad, high and low, that is, the difference between a thought. Isn't the path of meditation just like what is right now?! ”

Although Liang Shirong's words were short, they were as deafening as the thunder of Huang Zhong Da Lu and the heavenly drum, which caused a strong resonance among the heartstrings of Yide Zen Master. He was so stunned that his mouth opened wide and he couldn't close it for a long time. A spiritual light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, he took the trouble to look at the green light and yellow scroll in this temple, and how much time and energy he spent to study and practice diligently, and to memorize and memorize, but he had never been so clear and clear now, and the realm in front of him was so open, and he suddenly felt that the whole meditation hall became bright.

Liang Shirong continued: "If you practice only by delving into the vast scriptures, interpreting those profound teachings, and abiding by those immutable practice norms, you can only become a bookworm. If you combine meditation with the present moment, this will activate the wisdom of life. When you are confused, you are carried by the Buddhist scriptures, and you can turn the Buddhist scriptures after you realize it! ”