The land of Huaihui has a unique geographical environment: it is the junction of the two Guangzhou, closed by heavy mountains, and the inconvenience of transportation makes it a pure land that few outsiders set foot in. It is characterized by high mountains, dense forests, and sparsely populated people, which is easy to hide and escape, and can advance or retreat. In other words, at that time, it was a wild place where "the mountains are high and the emperor is far away". The Guizui Rock where Huineng lives is on the top of the high mountain, there are dripping water from mountain springs that do not dry up all year round, and there are countless wild fruits that can satisfy hunger in the endless mountains.

It also has a unique cultural environment: it is a place where Yao and Han people live together, friendly and kind, the people are simple, and people live in harmony with each other. The mountain people here are not as deeply rooted in traditional Buddhist thought as the Central Plains, but are more receptive to the Zen ideas of enlightenment that they advocate.

Huineng is honest and kind, helpful, does not seek luxury and glory, only seeks to be indifferent, frugal life, and gets along very well with the woodcutters, hunters, and medicine farmers around him.

The villagers and mountain people came up to the mountain to find this "Lu Jushi" when they were sick, while Huineng responded to their needs day and night, wind and rain, and often collected medicine to treat people.

One day, Hui Neng came down from the Turtle Mouth Rock and walked to the village with Lu Jiu, a hunter, to meet the villagers. Suddenly, I saw more than a dozen strangers armed with swords at the entrance of the village, all of them looking fierce and evil, talking to the villagers.

Although Huineng was more than ten zhang away from them, from the sound of the mountain wind, I could vaguely hear that they were speaking with a northern accent. The villager who was questioned pointed to his ear for a while, and then waved his hand violently, indicating that he did not understand.

"Ah, these strangers are all bald monks, and each of them has a weapon in his hand. Are they? A bad omen immediately grabbed Huineng's heart. Hui Neng, who was extremely vigilant, immediately took a cloth scarf from the hunter Lu Jiu beside him, put it on the top of his head, and used the hunting equipment, and then pulled the hunter Lu Jiu next to him with his hand, and said, "Those who come are not good, and those who are good are not coming." It seems that the group of people is coming in a rage, as if they are chasing someone. Let's take refuge. ”

Hunter Li Lu nodded after hearing this, and walked briskly towards the other side of the mountain col with Hui Neng, as if the hunter was chasing his prey.

Those strangers were Shenxiu's subordinates, and they were very unconvinced that the Fifth Ancestor Hongren had passed on the mantle of the robe to the unknown temple servant Hui Neng, and they were determined to get rid of him, so they ganged up and went south. When they found that Hui Neng and Lu Jiu not far away turned around and walked towards the other side of the mountain pass, they shouted, and chased closely from behind, and not long after, they had caught up with Hui Neng and Lu Jiu at the mountain pass, and more than ten monks raised their swords and surrounded Hui Neng and Lu Jiu.

The leading monk was three or five thick, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he shouted, "Why did you run away when you saw us? ”

Although Lu Jiu couldn't understand the monk's words in a northern accent, he could already deduce the content of the other party's question from their angry eyes, so he said, "We didn't run away, but we found that there were foxes in the barren grass on this side of the mountain pass, and we were chasing foxes. ”

Since Li Jiu's words when he answered were the local dialect of Lengkeng and Maning, the group of monks from the north blinked after hearing this, some scratched their heads, and some waved their hands back and forth, indicating that they didn't understand, but they put on a menacing look. Some monks also shook their sharp knives in front of Hui Neng and Lu Jiu. They were gossiping, shouting, gesticulating, and questioning.

Huineng had lived in Dongchan Temple in Hubei Province for eight months, and the Zen room where he lived was surrounded by people from all over the world, and there were people from all over the world. Now, from the words of these northern monks, Huineng knows the purpose of their special trip from the north to the south: now I ask, have you seen a layman named Huineng come here. The monks in the north claimed that if they told the clues and let them catch Huineng, they would be rewarded with money.

In the face of the northern killer who came at him, Huineng was calm and composed, but his face was at a loss, and he replied to the monks in the north in the local dialect of Lengkeng and Maning.

The group of monks from the north just heard Li Jiu and Huineng's full of "chirping" answers. The questions and answers between the two sides are like playing the harp to the cow. They came thousands of miles to hunt down Huineng. Now they don't know each other in front of people.

This thing is strange to say, but it is not strange when analyzed carefully: it is because Huineng was a walker who had not yet lost his hair when he was in Dongchan Temple in Hubei, and he was a handyman who specialized in planting vegetables and rice in a corner of the southern courtyard.

On weekdays, standing on the high platform beside the five ancestors does not have the share of Hui Neng, and the chanting of the Buddha for major Dharma events in Dongchan does not have the share of Hui Neng. There are nearly 1,000 people in Dongchan Temple, and most of the monks in the temple don't know each other, let alone such an inferior person who does miscellaneous labor?

This time, the monks who came to search and hunt down Huineng were all from the north. I have never met Huineng in Dongchan Temple. They were just ordered to go south. In their minds, the monks and miscellaneous servants in the monastery were not directly exposed to the sun, so their skin must have been fair. And the five ancestors Hongren taught Zen and the mantle of the robe overnight, and let him hold the scepter of Zen Buddhism, which is extraordinary; This man must be handsome and burly, with a dignified appearance. And now the person in front of them was dark and thin, far from the Zen patriarch they had imagined.

Because Huineng has been working with the mountain people for a long time, going up the mountain and going down to the water together, and cultivating the fields together, whether it is living habits or skin color, it has almost assimilated. Therefore, the northern monks never dreamed that in front of everyone, the thin black "local guy" in front of them turned out to be the person they climbed mountains and waded through rivers and went through hardships to hunt down.

The language difference between the two sides is too great to communicate. This group of people listened to the local dialect in Lengkeng and Maning, like chickens and ducks, and they couldn't understand it. You look at me, I look at you, everyone is shaking their heads and sighing, with a helpless face.

The shrewd Hui Neng clearly understood their words, but he was fixing the whole color and water, pretending that he couldn't understand them, and from time to time he made gestures to them, indicating to them: they are locals, they are uncles and nephews, and now they are going to go up the mountains to hunt. I've never seen what they're going to hunt down, "Huineng, who fled south with a robe and a golden bowl."

Lu Jiu also made a gesture, indicating that he and Huineng were uncles and nephews with the same surname.

Huineng's dress and demeanor are indeed like the local natives, fooling those northern monks.

After twisting all the six people, there was no way to dig out the slightest useful clue in the mouth of Huineng and the mountain people, and the group of monks who went south from the north stared at it to no avail, so they had to leave Shang'ai Ling in a gloomy manner and walk along the mountain road to Guangxi.

Witnessing the figures of the northern monks disappearing into the mountains in the distance, Lu Jiu muttered to Huineng: "These monks are really weird, how did the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism come to our Shangai Ridge after chasing and killing." ”

And Huineng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, this time not only God helped me, but also the villagers helped me.

Huaiji Lengkeng on Ailing is really a holy place for Buddhism.

The story of Huineng's "wisdom to avoid thieves" is widely spread in the land of Huailing.