Huayu Zen Master is good at writing, which is recognized in the Dongchan Temple. Now, listening to his explanation, many people have also been enlightened and amazed. Some people are applauding loudly. Some of the juniors and disciples who had already written the verses had already hidden their verses in their arms, and wanted to wait for the opportunity to stick them to the south corridor. Now, compared with Shenxiu's words, it feels like a pheasant seeing a beautiful phoenix, not on the same level at all. The restless heart calmed down, and he no longer dared to take out the words he was hiding.

A young monk couldn't stop his curiosity and said, "This poem is not signed, guess who will make it?"

A rough monk named Tianhong patted the little monk's smooth and blue bald head with the palm of his hand, and said, "Of course it was written by a learned person in the temple, could you think of such a high level of idiosyncrasy with such a high level of brains?"

"This is also, this is also," the little monk grinned, and after laughing innocently, he laughed at the reckless monk, "Senior brother, don't just laugh at me, you are so big, you can just ask you to carry water and carry wood, if you are asked to write such verses, can you write them?"

Monk Tianhong patted his chest and said, "I'm a rough man, I dare to agree to ask me to pick up four buckets of water by myself." But asking me to write such a verse is even more difficult than going to the sky!"

The conversation between the two caused everyone to laugh.

The five ancestors heard the crowd outside in the meditation room, followed by bursts of cheers, and felt strange: although this south corridor is a passage, but because it is close to the abbot's room, it adds a little solemnity and sacredness, so it seems to be doubly quiet because few people come on weekdays. Why are people so noisy today?

The fifth ancestor opened the door of the abbot's room, walked out with a Zen cane, and walked out with staggering steps.

Fifth Ancestor: "Fellow disciples, what happened?"

When the disciples saw that it was the Five Ancestors who had arrived, they immediately moved out of the way and let the Five Ancestors come to them.

The five ancestors looked up and saw that there were verses written on the powder wall, the font was strong and powerful, and in the cursive dragon flying phoenix dance, there was a slight element of calligraphy. Although the author's name was not written on this verse, but after savoring the content of this verse and looking at the handwriting carefully, the five ancestors judged: "This verse was written by Shenxiu," but he did not expose the truth.

The Five Ancestors' gaze moved away from the powder wall and searched around. On weekdays, no matter what happens, as long as the Five Ancestors appear in front of everyone, Shenxiu will definitely arrive in time and will definitely stand by his side. This is the responsibility of the first disciple and the Theravada professor, and it is also a great opportunity for Shenxiu to express himself in front of the monks. But this time. Shenxiu didn't show up at his side. "Where has he gone? Could it be that such a sensational thing happened in the temple, and he would be indifferent?"

At this time, the five ancestors, although they were over the age of sixties, were still as sharp as eagles, and suddenly, he found an extremely familiar figure from the gap between people, yes, he was Shenxiu! At this time, Shenxiu's expression was haggard, and his eyes had lost their aggressive luster in the past, which was obviously caused by his recent efforts and overthinking. In addition, today did not show up as in the past, but hid not far away to do, poking his head out from time to time, obviously, he was observing the movements here and determining the next steps to take, leaving a way back for what he had done.

This time, when Shenxiu's gaze met the eyes of the Five Ancestors, he did not meet them bravely as usual, but hurriedly moved away in fear.

"Yes, this verse must have been written by Shenxiu!" The Fifth Ancestor speculated from Shenxiu's perverted and anxious demeanor, and confirmed his own opinion.

The analysis of the five ancestors is to whip the people and point directly to the hearts of the people.

But the Fifth Ancestor did not express his state of mind in front of everyone, but shouted repeatedly: "Good! It's a rare good thing. Although it is not signed, there is no doubt that it was written by a monk of my Dongzen Temple. ”

Lu Xianfeng pointed to the verse and asked, "Fifth Ancestor, should I erase this verse today and continue to paint, or—"

The Fifth Ancestor waved his hand: "Lu Xianfeng, you don't have to paint that painting anymore." But I will pay you the wages. ”

Lu enshrined: "In order to paint these paintings, I put down my hand and worked, and made a special trip to your Dongchan Temple, and it took a lot of effort!"

The Fifth Patriarch said to him with an apologetic expression, "I'm really sorry that you came from so far away. The Buddhist scriptures say that all shapes and appearances are false. And leave this warning verse for people to read and learn, and cultivate according to this verse, so as to avoid falling into the evil path. In this way, this verse is more useful than a painting. ”

After hearing this, Lu Xianfeng did not say anything more.

Fifth Ancestor: "Rudan, quickly bring incense and candles." ”

After a little novice who served the five ancestors answered, he quickly brought incense and candles.

The Fifth Patriarch personally filled the verse with three long incense sticks, lit a candle, and led the recitation of the verse with a solemn expression:

The body is a linden tree

The heart is like a mirror

Wipe diligently

Don't let it get dusty

After the worship, more than a dozen middle-aged Zen monks, including Faru, Huiming, and Yingyin, walked to Shenxiu's room together.

Ying Yin suddenly asked, "Senior Brother Faru, is that guy really written by Shenxiu?" Fa Ru said: "Of course! Let me ask, apart from the senior brother, who of the monks in the whole temple can have such a high realm? ”

Ying Yin seemed to be unwilling, took a breath of cool air and said, "Senior Brother Faru, your academic achievements with Senior Brother Xuanyun are no worse than Shenxiu, why don't you also make a poem?" If I had what you could do, I would ......."

Faru stopped and said to him solemnly: "Yingyin, you are probably the one who receives people who burn incense and make offerings every day, and you are infected by worldly fame and fortune. Buddhism is a pure place, and the first thing that should be seen through is fame and fortune! The shadows closed together and took half a step back.

Faru said as he walked: "Besides, don't compare Buddhism with poems written by people in the world, you can't just take it literally. What is expressed in the verses is the realm of the cultivator, the stage of clear insight. In the future, you should practice according to the elder brother's instructions, 'always try diligently, don't cause dust'! ”

Hui Ming said with infinite reverence: "Even the old man of the master worships the son of Shenxiu, which shows that he has truly understood the general idea of the Dharma, and it is indeed insightful. ”

Fa Ru bowed his head frequently and sighed lightly: "Alas, Senior Brother Shenxiu's cultivation knowledge is even higher than we imagined!" ”

Hui Ming jumped up happily: "Wow, this means that Master's mantle must have been passed on to Shenxiu!" Wow——! Shenxiu is about to become the sixth ancestor! ”

Ying Yin said to himself: "Master did not express his position on the spot, which means that there are still variables in the matter......"

The people did not hear him, so no one paid attention to him. A Zen monk said, "The master is talking about letting Cheng Cheng Wei, I don't know why Shenxiu Shangzao wrote it on the wall?" ”

Ying Yin said: "This is public, forcing the master to have to express his position." ”

Hui Ming shouted, "Fart! You're a dog looking down on people! With the heart of a villain, spend the belly of a gentleman. ”

At this time, they had arrived at Shenxiu's dormitory, and Faru reached out and knocked on the door.

Shenxiu opened the door, and all the monks saluted together. Shenxiu welcomed everyone indoors.

Faru gave Shenxiu to the main seat, bowed to him reverently, and said, "Congratulations, senior brother." ”

Hui Ming didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, knelt on the ground, crawled forward, and while bowing to Shenxiu, he said impatiently: "Your Excellency, although I am dedicated to the Buddha and have practiced in Dongshan Temple for many years, I have not yet become enlightened. You have become the sixth ancestor, you have to save me first! ”

Shenxiu helped Hui Ming up, and said excitedly: "Fellow disciples, Buddhism is supreme, the Zen sea is boundless, let's study together!" ”

At this time, the little novice ran in, shouting as he ran: "Get up, get up, go quickly, the patriarch will send a message and tell you to go to the abbot." ”

Shenxiu was stunned: "What is the matter with the master looking for me?" ”

Hui Ming said: "At this time, what else can there be? Naturally, I want to pass on the mantle of Zen Buddhism to you. ”

God knows why, but Shenxiu at this time was inexplicably apprehensive in his heart.

As Shenxiu walked, there seemed to be fifteen buckets in his heart, and when he passed through the south corridor, he was dripping with cold sweat, pouring from the corner of his forehead to his eyelids, and then to his chin. He came to the abbot's room of the Fifth Patriarch and vigorously wiped the sweat from his cheeks with the sleeves of his robe.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the abbot's room of the five ancestors, the already trembling feet could no longer support it, and he fell forward, he lay on the ground and said, "Master is polite." ”

At night, the surroundings are quiet.

The fifth ancestor sat on the futon, and had already heard the extremely slight footsteps in front of his abbot's room, and now he saw Shenxiu's face flushed, and the sleeves of his robe were wet. ”