Two days later, Huineng was licking rice in the rice room.

Shen Qing, who was sifting the rice bran on the side, shook his head and chanted while shaking his head:

The body is a linden tree

The heart is like a mirror

Wipe diligently

Don't let it get dusty

Hui Neng heard Shen Qing reciting verses, stopped what he was doing, listened quietly, his heartstrings were plucked violently, he followed Shen Qing's recitations and pondered seriously, suddenly, left the stone he was stepping on, walked to Shen Qing's side and said, "You are a son, although you have some understanding, but you have not really seen Buddha nature. ”

Huineng's words happened to be heard by the little novice who often followed Shenxiu's side.

The little novice said disdainfully: "What do you know as a nanban who does rough work!" This poem was written by Shenxiu on the throne, can it be good?! If you don't have a seeing nature, how can even the ancestor take the lead in worshipping? You short-mouthed wild boar who doesn't understand bullshit, is it even more clever than Shenxiu? ”

After Xiao Shami finished speaking, he glared at Hui Neng angrily.

Huineng hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, little master, I didn't know that it was made by Senior Brother Shenxiu. But why did Master worship this poem? ”

The little novice said proudly: "It's too polite to say that you don't understand bullshit!" You don't even know that your ancestor wants to pass on the mantle, what can you understand! ”

Huineng seemed a little surprised, and asked, "Master really wants to teach the mantle?" ”

Xiao Shami raised his head: "Of course! The patriarch said, let the monks make a puppet according to their own cultivation experience, and select the candidates for the sixth generation patriarch according to the cultivation realm conveyed by the patriarch. This poem was written by Shenxiu. ”

Xiao Shami put his hands on his waist, looking very spirited. Huineng saluted Xiao Sha and said, "Little Master, where is the inscription on the throne of Shenxiu?" Would you please take me there? I'm also going to worship the gods and the thrones. ”

Xiao Shami pouted: "I won't take you, a southern barbarian, I want to go to you yourself." ”

Huineng pleaded: "Little Master, I have been in the temple for more than eight months, and I have been working in the backyard, I have not been to the front much, and I don't know the way. Please lead me there. After speaking, Huineng saluted again.

Seeing that he was very sincere, Xiao Shami agreed: "It's my bad luck to meet you, a southern barbarian who doesn't know anything." Let's go, I'll take you. The two of them walked one after the other to the front yard of Dongshan Temple.

Under the south corridor, where the Shenxiu inscription is inscribed, there is still an incense case. From time to time, there are three or five monks and laymen who offer incense and worship here. A man in an official uniform silently reads the wall on the wall. One of the pilgrims exclaimed, "Oh, isn't this Zhang Beijia?" You are the parent official of our Jiangzhou people, and you also came to incense? ”

Zhang Beijia said: "I heard that Shenxiu will get the mantle of the five ancestors with this. Although I am an official of the imperial court and a town in the country, I am still a disciple of Buddhism, can I not come to congratulate? ”

At this time, at the other end of the corridor, Hui Neng walked here under the guidance of the little novice.

Under the wall of the south corridor, there are many people around, pointing and commenting on the verses made by Shenxiu. Most of them, though, are praises.

Huineng and Shenqing squeezed forward and listened to the comments of the monks on the walls in the crowd.

There was a tall and thin man in the crowd, wearing a brightly colored official uniform, which was particularly conspicuous, and he stood out from the crowd with all the monks wearing tiles and gray.

Huineng pointed at him and asked in a low voice, "Who is he?"

Shen Qing said: "I heard people call him 'Zhang Beijia', and he is a big official in Jiangzhou." He's full of money. Even Shizu admired him for three points. I heard that the ancestor asked him to discuss with that Lu worship, and he was going to draw what 'Lenga disguised map' and 'Five Ancestors' bloodline map'. ”

"Ah, it turns out that he is a great talent," Huineng squeezed up, saluted Zhang Beijia, and then pointed to the blank powder wall next to Shenxiu's verse, and said, "Master Zhang, please write down the verse I made for me." ”

Zhang Beijia looked at Hui Neng, and saw that he was coarse and black, with unkempt hair, and he belonged to the vulgar subordinates in the temple, thinking that he wanted to be lazy, so he said angrily: "You have your own hands and feet, you can write by yourself." It's such a trivial matter as writing a few words, so why bother others?"

The pilgrims also took the opportunity to sarcastically say: "If the donkey dung and eggs can shine, what do people want to do with the pearl that night?" Even if you can say a few words, I'm afraid you won't be able to make sense. Zhang Dajugui is a don't drive in Jiangzhou, an official of the imperial court, and he was tarnished by your crooked son for no reason, and his good calligraphy was defiled. ”

Some monks who knew Huineng interjected: "Yes, he can't read half a basket of watermelon-sized characters." ”

The monk Hongde saw that Hui Neng wanted to write a verse, and he wanted to write it next to Shenxiu's verse, thinking that he did not know the height of the sky, and said sarcastically: "Before this Ge Fang entered the Dongchan Temple, I heard that he was an illiterate firewood boy at home, and he came here to work as a handyman mainly for dry rice. ”

"Ah, I see," Zhang Beijia exhaled, "You're here too?" Qi also, Qi also!"

Monk Hongde said contemptuously: "This Ge Fang is a subordinate. ”

Hui Neng did not have the same knowledge as them, bowed to Zhang Beijia, and said with a smiling face: "Since you are a layman, you should know that the Buddhist scriptures say that all living beings are equal, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior. A person who wants to realize the supreme path should not despise beginners. A person of low status may have extraordinary wisdom; And people of high status may also be blind to Mount Tai and make mistakes in judgment because of their prejudices. Those who study Buddhism will have immeasurable sins if they despise others. ”

Zhang Beijia was stunned when he heard that Huineng was extraordinary, but he still felt strange: "You don't know how to read, how can you make a verse?"

Hui Neng pressed his index finger against his heart and replied, "Don't laugh, I use this as a verse." ”

Zhang Beijia: "You use your heart to make verses?"

Huineng nodded: "Exactly." ”

Some monks who like to watch the excitement saw Zhang Beijia and Hui Neng talking like this, thinking that this time Hui Neng must be a big fool in front of everyone, so they came out and encouraged: "Zhang Beijia, since this Ge Fang wants to make a verse. Write it on the wall for him. ”

"This ......" Huineng has not yet spoken, Zhang Beijia, who has been in the officialdom for many years and has extensive knowledge, has already felt that Dongchan Temple will soon be rolled up in a violent wind and thunderstorm, so he put down the brush and inkstone in his hand.

Huineng asked anxiously: "Don't drive Zhang, didn't you write it for me?"

Zhang Beijia explained: "Write, write, but don't use a brush dipped in ink to write, let's write with ash first." ”

Huineng thought to himself, since you can write my verses and let everyone know, this will do, and said, "Write in gray, write in gray." ”

Zhang Beijia said with subtlety: "Okay, you can talk about it." If you have attained the Dharma, you should first transcend me, and don't forget what I said. ”

"Hmm." Huineng swallowed and read out the words in his heart word by word: "Bodhi has no tree. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Beijia picked his ears with his hand and said, "You say it again." ”

Huineng said loudly: "Bodhi has no tree. ”

Zhang Beijia pondered: "Bodhi tree, Bodhi tree, Bodhi is originally a tree, how can you say that Bodhi has no tree?"

This caused all the onlookers to laugh, and some of them laughed so much that their stomachs hurt and they had to press it hard with their hands.

Monk Hongde squeezed in front of Huineng, pointed to the tall Bodhi tree outside the south corridor, and said sarcastically: "You said that Bodhi is not a tree, is it a human, a pig, or a dog?"

Monk Hongde's words caused bursts of laughter.

A young monk said, "If this is a verse, then I, a little brother who has only studied for two years and has been in the monastery for two years to practice Zen, can also make verses?"

"So all of us can do it."

"That's it. What's the difference?"

"This kind of verse can't be compared with the verse of Senior Brother Shenxiu."

"It's fundamentally different from a grade."

"I think it's a laugh and a big tooth!"

Hui Neng was not moved by the discussion and cynicism of the crowd: "You should listen to me finish reading the verses first." ”

"Ge Fang is Ge Fang, no culture is no culture, and you have to be hard, what are you doing?"

"Dog-tailed mink, there's nothing to see."

There is an old monk who has not been silent, he is the fourth of the ten disciples of the Five Ancestors, the Huayu Zen Master. Eight months ago, when Huineng first met the Five Ancestors, he was also present, and Huineng replied, and the earth-shattering philosophy made him remember it vividly. Later, he beat the bell with pears and ate porridge with cakes, which made him look at this Ge Fang who was a handyman in the North Courtyard. Now, seeing that Huineng asked Zhang Beijia to write the verses he had written for him, his gray eyebrows were frowning high, and his eyes flashed with deep brilliance, and he seemed to smell something out of them, so he squeezed forward and tried to dispel the public opinion: "Huineng's words have not been finished yet, and it is difficult to determine the merits and disadvantages." The horizontal and vertical verses are not long, so let Huineng finish the verses. ”