Chapter 8: The Imminent Death of Man
In order to know Master Minghui's last words, Ying Xue gave several pieces of broken silver, and finally learned the truth of the matter......
In the meditation room of the Great Buddha Temple, Master Minghui called Bu Xiu and Mingkong to the meditation room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Minghui sat on the meditation bed, his coarse cloth robe covering his withered and stiff body. The complexion is sallow, the wrinkles are piled up, there is no beard, and even the eyebrows are not left.
"Master." Never stop giving gifts.
Minghui: "Disciple, come closer." ā
He took two steps and sat on Master's meditation bed, grabbing Master's withered hand.
Minghui: "You kid, you go to steal again, guilty of sin." ā
He couldn't stop laughing: "Master laughed again, I obviously helped them get rid of the sea of suffering and ascend to bliss early." ā
Minghui touched his head: "You kid, there are a lot of crooked reasons." ā
Non-stop: "Good is good, evil is evil, no matter what is right, reason is reason." Didn't Master say that if you are reasonable, you can go all over the world? ā
Minghui smiled slightly, and reached out to pick up the dark jujube stick standing on the side: "This stick is something that Master has carried for many years, and it is given to you today, and when you travel down the mountain in the future, it can be regarded as Master accompanying you." ā
Non-stop: "Huh? Master wants to drive me down the mountain? Master, you can't do that. I don't know anything, didn't Master say, isn't the world sinister, I'm such a pure person, isn't going down the mountain equivalent to walking on the Huangquan Road? No, Master, you can't do that. ā
Minghui: "You kid, even though the world is sinister, no one has taken care of you." I just ask you to harm a few fewer people after you go down the mountain, and you will be considered the right Master. ā
Endless shyness: "Look at what you said, if the people in the world are as simple as me." Jizo Bodhisattva's vow of "hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha" has long been fulfilled. ā
Minghui: "Shut up, don't be disrespectful to the Bodhisattva." ā
He kept muttering: "All beings are equal, why do you want me to respect him." ā
Minghui shook his head, he knew the character of this apprentice, he had a seven-trick exquisite heart, but he was always in the matter of stealing chickens and dogs, but fortunately, the essence was not bad, but it was just a little stubborn.
Minghui: "Don't stop, ask you three questions for the teacher, if you answer it, you will continue to stay on the mountain, if not, go down the mountain, and wait to find the answer, if you are still reluctant to let go of the splendid red dust, then return to the mountain." ā
He smiled innocently: "Don't say three ways, it's thirty ways, and the disciple also answered well." Master, please ask. ā
Minghui took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her cuff: "This topic is on this paper." ā
He was about to open it, but Minghui stopped him: "Go back to the meditation room and look at it." ā
Non-stop: "Okay, isn't it just a few questions, it's mysterious." ā
Minghui: "Child, there is another sentence for the teacher, you need to remember it firmly. ā
Non-stop: "Master, you say. ā
Minghui: "In your life, you have many abilities, and love to be in the limelight, the world is sinister, although you are clever, but you may not be able to protect yourself, if you can't answer the question, after going down the mountain, you must not be gullible to others, let alone show your ability in front of people, remember to remember." ā
He didn't take it seriously, he felt that he would be able to answer Master's question with his cleverness, so he didn't take it seriously.
Non-stop: "Don't worry, Master, I will definitely be able to answer your question." ā
Minghui sighed: "It's all about creation." Go and call your uncle in. ā
Non-stop: "Okay Master. After speaking, he ran out of the meditation room and called Uncle Shi to go.
After calling his uncle, he ran to the back mountain in a hurry. He took out a mud egg hidden at the edge of the water, then dug a pit in the ground, put the dry wood he had found in the pit, took out the fire sickle, and prepared to light the firewood.
When he took out the fire sickle, the note given to him by Master Minghui was also brought out and landed in the dry wood on the side, but he didn't find it.
After a few beatings, the dry firewood in the pit was ignited, and he hurriedly threw the firewood prepared by the side into the pit, the flame was vigorous, and the note hidden in the firewood turned into ashes with the flickering of the firelight.
Half an hour later, the fire in the fire pit was gradually extinguished. He used a stick to dig out the lumps of mud from the fire pit, and then used stones to crumble the lumps, and inside was a wild pheasant that cost a lot of money.
He kept staring at the pheasant and drooling, and was just about to tear a chicken leg when he heard the bell and drum in the temple.
I was stunned for a moment, how could there be a bell and drum at this hour. He hurriedly wrapped the pheasant in oilcloth and ran back.
As soon as I entered the temple, I saw all the brothers and sisters with solemn faces.
"What happened?" ā
Little monk: "Uncle Qiyu, the old abbot has passed away." ā
He rushed into the master's meditation room like crazy, and saw the elderly monk in the temple sitting in front of Minghui's meditation bed, with scriptures in his mouth. Minghui sat cross-legged on the meditation bed, her face serene, as if she had fallen asleep.
Kneeling endlessly outside the meditation room, prostrate on the ground, snot and tears mixed with dripping on the ground.