Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and Huineng has been promoting Buddhism for 15 years in Baoling Temple...... At this time, Huineng has entered a middle-aged life.

In the past 15 years, the same master of Dongchan Temple learned that Hui Neng preached Buddhism in Baolin Temple, and he came to chase and kill him many times. Huineng had no choice but to follow the trail in Huaiji and Sihui in the deep mountains and old forests;

In the past fifteen years, Huineng learned that his mother's relatives had returned to old age in the deep mountains and old forests, and his uncle and villagers handled his mother's funeral affairs for him; It's just that Liang Yulian has not heard from her......

One night, he was sitting quietly in a small hut in the deep mountains and old forests as usual, when suddenly, there was a faint chanting sound outside:

If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day. Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others.

Huineng smiled, stood up, and walked outside. In the distance, there was a faint sound of firecrackers. Huineng said to himself: "The Spring Festival is here, spring is coming, and I should go out of the mountain." ”

Huineng returned to the thatched hut, quickly packed up the burden containing the ancestor's robe, went out and glanced at the thatched hut where he had lived for more than half a year, and went straight to the outside of the mountain......

After Huineng returned south with the mantle of Zen Buddhism, because he was hunted down by people of fame and fortune, he hid in the deep mountains of Lingnan Sihui, Huaiji, and Xinzhou for fifteen years. These fifteen years are fifteen years of asceticism, fifteen years of practice, and fifteen years of arduous practice of the Buddha's heart and method.

The floating clouds are wide and the world is wide, and the cold and warm must be contested. Outside the body of wisdom, the heart is the same as the stagnant water.

Spring in Lingnan comes early. The sound of firecrackers for the New Year in the distant villages urged the wild plums to open up, and a bouquet of good spring was written in the vast wilderness. Huineng felt that the time was ripe to appear and be born, bathed in the bright sunshine of early spring, and stepped out of the mountains and came to Guangzhou.

Guangzhou is the most prosperous metropolis in Lingnan, with a large number of celebrities and business travelers. When Patriarch Bodhidharma came to China by boat, it was from here that he set foot on the land of China and sowed the seeds of Zen; Now, Huineng will also start to spread the Dharma from here and spread the Zen Dharma, so that Zen, the treasure of human civilization, will become more and more brilliant.

Is this a fortuitous coincidence, or is it a historical necessity? This day is the eighth day of the first lunar month. Huineng saw the flags hanging high on the high flagpole of the Faxing Temple (now Guangxiao Temple), waving in the wind, and his heart was excited.

He knew that the banners in the monastery were raised and the ribbons of color were fluttering, indicating that there were major Dharma activities. Today, the banner is raised, which means that there are senior monks in the temple to preach.

With the endless flow of people, Huineng slowly walked into the Dharma Temple. In the Dharma Temple, several red plums are as bright as stars, and the dark fragrance floats, conveying the news that the harsh winter has passed to people.

On the ordination platform in the temple, a teenage novice knelt down to a Bodhi tree and bowed, his expression solemn and solemn. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young Zen monk named Fakong ran over and reprimanded him: "Baby, are you crazy again? The Buddha and Bodhisattva in the main hall don't worship, what do you worship a tree nervously? ”

The infant turned a deaf ear, Gu Zisan knelt down and bowed, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth.

Fa Kong's mouth was endless: "No wonder Master Yinzong gave you the Dharma name 'Infant Xing', it seems that you will never grow up, and you are still like a three-year-old baby, holding a clod of soil as a bun." ”

The infant bow was finished, and he glanced at Fakong: "What do you know!" ”

Fakong said: "I am your senior brother, I started earlier than you, older than you, I have heard more scriptures than you, and naturally I know more than you. ”

Ying Xing pouted: "The wooden fish in the hall is earlier than you, older than you, and has heard more scriptures than you, does it know more than you?" In a while, let's stop knocking on it, just knock on your skull. ”

Fakong opened his mouth and stammered, and he muttered for a long time before saying, "Then if you don't worship the statue of Buddha and Bodhisattva, what do you worship a tree?" ”

"Master said that the golden bodhisattva does not save the furnace, the wood bodhisattva does not save the fire, the mud bodhisattva does not save the water, my infant is a big living person, and I want to worship the living Bodhisattva." The baby walked with his hands on his waist and said it confidently.

Fakong mocked: "This tree, is it a living bodhisattva?" ”

Instead of answering, the infant asked, "Let me ask you, what kind of tree is this?" ”

"The linden tree."

"Since you know it's a sacred tree, why don't you let me worship?"

Fakong laughed and said, "Buddha Shakyamuni became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree, but his old man was under the Bodhi tree on the bank of the Nirenchan River in India, not under this tree. What is the use of you worshipping it? ”

The baby pretended to be stupid and deliberately asked, "Who planted this tree?" ”

The corners of Fakong's mouth almost skimmed to the root of his ear: "Hmph, you don't even know this?" ”

"Please give me advice!"

Fakong said proudly: "To say that our Dharma Temple is not only the first temple in Lingnan, but also famous in the world. As early as the Three Kingdoms period, it was set up as a temple here, named Wangyuan Temple. Most of the monks who sailed from India, or the Chinese monks who came to India by sea to seek the Dharma, settled here. Many years ago, an Indian monk named Qiunabhadra Fei Xi came to Guangzhou and built this ordination altar in the temple. He prophesied that in 250 years, a bodhisattva in the flesh would be ordained here. And this Bodhi tree is a sapling brought by another eminent monk and wisdom medicine master from India and planted with us. ”

Ying Xing pointed to the stone tablet on the side: "When the master of wisdom medicine planted the Bodhi tree, did he erect this stone tablet?" Fakong nodded.

Ying Xing said: "If you look closely, he predicted in the inscription that after 170 years, there will be a bodhisattva in the flesh under this Bodhi tree to open the Pudu and promote the supreme Dharma. If you look at the period when the monument was erected, and calculate carefully, this year is the moment when the living bodhisattva predicted by the two masters will appear......" Ying Xing suddenly stopped talking, his eyes fixed on something.

Fakong followed his gaze, and saw Huineng calmly enter the Faxing Temple, and seemed to smile mysteriously at Ying Xing.

The soul of the infant seemed to be taken away by Huineng's demeanor, stupid, stupid, until Huineng's back disappeared, he was still in a daze.

The ordination altar built 250 years ago is still solemn, and the 170-year-old Bodhi tree is lush with leafy branches, green shade, and towering to the sky. Are they also looking forward to the arrival of the bodhisattvas in the flesh? Fakong poked the infant and said, "Infant Xing, why are you in a daze?" Master Yin Zong is going to talk about the Nirvana Sutra today, let's go and listen to it! ”

The Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Dharma Temple, the red wall and yellow tiles, tall and solemn, the eaves of the volley upturning, and it looks extraordinarily light and elegant. On the high flagpole outside the main hall, the five-colored flags flutter in the wind, decorating the clear blue sky with extraordinary vividness.

When Ying Xing and Fakong arrived at the main hall, some monks and lay people had already arrived, and they were sitting quietly on the futon waiting for Master Yinzong to give a lecture. As if he had received some revelation in the dark, Xiao Yingxing subconsciously looked towards the southeast corner of the main hall, where the male monks should be. Sure enough, in one of the most inconspicuous corners, he saw that ordinary but very mysterious figure - Huineng.

Ying Xing and Fakong sat in the last row of the monks according to the monks, because they were the last to become monks.

Master Yin Zong sat on the altar and closed his eyes in meditation. At this time, there was silence in the hall, as if a needle fell on the ground, and the sound could be heard clearly. Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside, and the flags in front of the main hall shook violently, and hunting sounded. Naturally, people's eyes chase the sound and look out.

Outside the main hall, the colorful flags are blowing in the wind, waving in the wind, fluttering freely, which is very beautiful. The blue sky, alive with its brilliant colors; The ancient temple is full of interest because of its graceful fluttering.

Many people were moved by this scene, and they suddenly felt a lot of emotion. The young Fakong was probably overly intoxicated, and unconsciously, he muttered to himself: "The spring breeze blows the flags, and the red orange dyes the sunny sky......"

An elderly monk unceremoniously interrupted his deep groan and scolded: "Young people, their hearts change with the situation all day long, and they only know how to chant poems, but they don't know anything about Zen machines. What the wind blows, it should be said that the flags themselves are moving. ”

Fakong gasped, his face dazed: "You mean, the banner itself is moving?" ”

"Of course. Because the flag is hung high, there is the possibility of fluttering. Therefore, Buddhists should not be fascinated by colors and superficial phenomena. You know, it's not the wind, it's the flag. Because the movement is on the flag, not on the wind. ”

The young Fakong felt that the old monk was unreasonable, but he couldn't think of a reason to refute it for a while, and his face was flushed and he didn't say why.

Ying Xing hugged the senior brother upright, stood up and walked to the old monk, and shook his hand in front of his eyes. The old monk blinked.

Ying Xing seemed surprised: "Oh, you are not blind! ”

The old monk looked angry: "Nonsense, my eyes are good, when are you blind?" ”

"Then how do you talk nonsense with your eyes open? Say what the movement is not in the wind! May I ask the old mage, what is mobility? ”

The old monk said, "Mobility is the possibility of being able to move." There are some things in this movement, and some things don't. The flag is hung on the flagpole and has the possibility of moving, so it is the flag moving rather than the wind. ”

The old monk staggered and almost fell, looking very embarrassed, making everyone in the hall laugh.

The old monk couldn't help but scold: "You little bastard......"

The infant stood in front of him with his waist crossed, pretending to be an adult, and scolded: "The Buddha said, don't be evil!" A thought of anger arises, and the fire burns the meritorious forest. You've been practicing for so many years, and you don't even know this? How can you open your mouth to curse! Well? "The baby is serious, pretending to teach the old monk a lesson.

The old monk suffered a loss, but he lost reason, and he was so angry that he smoked, but it was not easy to attack, so he had to aggravate his tone and say: "You little novice, you dare to push the old man, what is the reason? ”

The baby smiled and said, "I want to test you, whether you have any movement or not." ”

The old monk said, "People, of course, have mobility. You see, when a man walks, the ground under his feet does not move, but it is the man who moves. ”

Ying Xing pointed to his forehead and said, "So, you were moving by yourself just now, not me pushing you, why are you scolding me?" ”

The old monk was speechless, and walked away a little later, for fear that the infant who didn't know the depth would be cold again, and let him "move by himself" again.

Infant Xing became more and more carried away: "Nothing to say, right?" If there is no wind, how can the flag flutter on its own? ”