Seeing that Daoist Fang Ding had been staying there and pondering, Zhang Cambodia was embarrassed to scratch him, and walked out of the cave with the support of the monk.

After the rain, the mountains are very quiet, quiet and a little noisy: there are remnants of rain sliding from the tall leaves, hitting the broad leaves of wild plantains, making a war drum-like roar; There was a breeze swirling through the low bushes, and the lively leaves swayed back and forth, rustling...... Zhang Cambodia's sensitive and agile heart fully enters into nature, feeling and appreciating the indescribable realm...... Suddenly, in the silence of the mountains, like an illusion, there floated a chant:

Armed with an axe in his bare hands, he rode a buffalo on foot. People cross the bridge, but the bridge does not flow.

Zhang Cambodia stopped and listened, the chanting had long since disappeared. He laughed self-deprecatingly, muttering as he went: take the axe empty-handed, ride the buffalo on foot; People cross the bridge, and the bridge does not flow...... People cross the bridge, but the water does not flow......

Before he knew it, he had reached the middle of the single-plank bridge over the mountain stream. "The water does not flow when the bridge walks...... "The stream under the small bridge is flowing loudly. On the other side of the bridge, there was a monk who was wandering on his feet. It's him, it's him, and naturally it's him, the mysterious monk.

Zhang Cambodia asked: "Master, you were singing just now?" ”

The monk said, "I know if I sing or not, and I know if I listen to it." If I had sung it, why couldn't I hear it at this moment? If you don't sing, how can you ask questions? ”

Zhang Cambodia knew that he had met a master, so he didn't fight with him, but said bluntly: "Master, I think these words seem to be understood, at first glance, it seems to be quite clear, but after thinking about it, I was confused again." ”

The monk asked, "Don't understand?" ”

"Nope. Please give me a detailed explanation. ”

"Okay, I'll make it clear to you this time, you heard clearly."

The monk recited: Walking north and south on the east and west streets, you will meet people biting dogs when you go out. Pick up the dog's head and smash the brick, but I'm afraid that the brick will bite my hand.

Zhang Khan Zhi opened his mouth and stammered: "This, this, this ......" The monk laughed, and the Buddha told Subodhi: All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their hearts like this. All sentient beings and the like: if they are oviparous, if they are viviparous, if they are wet, if they are incarnated, if they are colored, if they are colorless, if they are thinking, if they are not thinking, if they are not thinking, if they are not thinking, they are all extinguished...... The monk groaned and walked away.

Zhang Cambodia stood at the head of the single-plank bridge, and the green water under the bridge still flowed for a long time.

As if a god sent a ghost, Zhang Cambodia inadvertently heard a few verses, and inexplicably felt very cordial, and seemed to be a little familiar. He thought about it, and as he carefully appreciated the few verses recited by the monk, his face became more and more peaceful and tranquil, and his heart was like stagnant water......

Suddenly, he felt as if his heart was quietly opening and merging into the scriptures: If there are countless and infinite beings who have been destroyed, and there are no beings who have attained the degree of destruction, why is that? Subodhi! If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the long-lived, he is not a bodhisattva......

The so-called self-appearance is to despise others by virtue of property, learning, and status; The so-called human appearance, although they practice benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith, but they are proud and conceited with this as capital, and despise ordinary people; The so-called sentient beings take good things into their own arms and push bad things to others; And those who take their own likes and dislikes as the criterion to choose between them are the longevity of the people.

Those who have these four phases are, of course, ordinary people, not bodhisattvas!

…… Su Bodhi, what is the meaning of the clouds, can you see each other as you come? No, World-Honored One, you can't see it in your own form. Why? As it is said, the physiognomy is not the physiognomy. The Buddha told Subodhi: All appearances are false. If you see things that are not like each other, you see them as they are......

Zhang Cambodia's heart and body jumped, and he couldn't help but think of the old things he had experienced in the first half of his life...... All this is nothing but a vanity! How, then, can we see through the illusion that we are not what is not?

…… Therefore, the Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should give birth to a pure mind, not to dwell on the color of the mind, not to dwell on the sound, incense, taste, touch, and Dharma to give birth to the mind, and to give birth to the mind without dwelling......

"You should have no place to live and give birth to your heart!"

This sound, as if from the center of the universe, is a call; This sound is like a murmur from the depths of the soul; He seemed to have been looking forward to this sound for a long, long time, as if he had been waiting for it since he was born...... It was as if he had suddenly received a strong electric shock, stunned, stunned, stupid—and yet he could clearly feel a breath shoot up his articular spine, through his brain, out of his skull, and merge with the sound he had longed for for millions of years......

He had mixed feelings, tears streaming down his face, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly......

The expression on his face is changing dramatically! His heart was indescribably excited, filled with great joy. It was as if there was a warm current of life, gushing out from the depths of his soul, moisturizing every joint, every inch of skin, and every pore of his body......

The wonderful use of the mind that he had realized in his life and work, all of which were organically connected and integrated. It feels so good to be open-minded. He felt that he was like a cloud, floating freely in the sky, and like returning to his childhood, lying in his mother's warm embrace and listening to his mother's loving humming. Infinite happiness and infinite light delighted his body and mind, and the world became so beautiful, so harmonious and clear in his eyes. Through the roof, he seemed to see a few wisps of white clouds fluttering in the blue sky; Through the wall, a green mountain in the distance is as faint as smoke; The grassy fields seem to be close at hand, the nameless wildflowers are swaying in the breeze, and even every movement of the small trees is the most graceful dance......

…… Do not take the phase, such as not moving. Why? Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.