"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm most afraid of what if." Shenxiu's eyes flashed a swaying wave of light, "There are so many monks in Dongchan Temple, from all over the world, each with their own thoughts, and dragons and snakes are mixed. Let's be cautious and have a few more eyes. ”

Hui Ming: "Senior Brother means-"

Shenxiu made arrangements on the spot: "We should monitor some of the elders and monks in the temple who usually show their talents, and pay attention to their movements. ”

Hong De asked inquiringly: "It's also a good thing that the senior brother is careful. I wonder who the senior brother thinks are potential competitors?"

Shenxiu counted his fingers and pointed out his name: "I see, Elder Huaqing, Zen Master Likong, Zen Master Defa, Shanxin, Shanquan...... And Huineng. ”

Hui Ming contemptuously: "What, do you mean the kudzu fang who does the hard work in the rice room?"

Shenxiu nodded: "Hmm." ”

Hui Ming smiled and said, "Senior brother, you are too worried. ”

Shenxiu: "What do you mean by that?"

Hui Ming disagreed: "He is an illiterate layman, and before he came to Dongchan Temple, he was just a firewood boy in Lingnan." ”

"You can't look down on him like that." Shenxiu's voice was a little vigilant, "Everyone, do you remember the day when Huineng first entered Dongchan Temple eight months ago?" Hong De grabbed it with a word: "Remember, he said in public that the fifth ancestor said the wrong thing, and I was on the spot."

slapped him in the face and gave him a dismount. ”

Zhang Xingchang: "I said that Senior Brother Hongde played well. ”

Shenxiu recalled: "Hong De, you slapped him so hard, I saw that blood was oozing from the root of his teeth, so I can infer how painful he was at that time. But he forcibly endured it, and there was no sign of resistance, which shows that his restraint is very good. ”

Hong De grinned: "As soon as he opened his mouth, he dared to say that the master was wrong, so rude, I think, the master has long held a grudge." ”

Shenxiu: "Master has always been generous, open-minded, and knows how to make good use of others, not the kind of villain who holds grudges because of trivial things. ”

Hung De: "This ......"

Shenxiu recalled: "Do you remember? His remarks in rebuttal to Master were truly extraordinary. And judging from the fact that he beats the bell with pears and eats porridge with cakes, his understanding is not comparable to that of mediocre people!"

Hui Ming argued: "Writing verses is not like carrying water and chopping wood, you can rely on strength and diligence alone. What it needs is culture and literary talent, and it's not as simple as clocking and eating porridge!"

Hong De: "Senior brother, it is necessary for you to guard against him. But don't step on a taro pod as a snake, so that you can't eat and sleep. ”

Shenxiu looked serious: "In short, let's just pay more attention." Come, we will divide the labor and monitor Hua Qingkong and others. ”

Shenxiu and his group of people were secretly discussing behind the big rocks......

A few days later, Huiming, Hong De, Zhang Xingchang and others reported to Shenxiu: Huaqing, Likong, Huineng and others did not move, and Shenxiu's hanging heart gradually relaxed.

But Shenxiu also has his own troubles, because he himself has composed a few verses in private, but after repeated scrutiny, he always feels that it is not ideal, which really makes him uneasy.

On a moonlit night, the restless Shenxiu couldn't sleep peacefully in bed, looking at the moon hanging high outside the window was so pale, he couldn't sleep anymore, got up and opened the door, walked out of the monk's room alone, made a few back and forth stretching and flexing movements with both hands, and then walked up along the stone stone of the Twin Peaks, while breathing in the fresh air of the night, while searching for dry intestines. Walking, walking, unconsciously came to the white lotus pond in the middle of the mountain. The white lotus is blooming, and the night breeze is sending bursts of fragrance.

Shenxiu felt that her legs were a little tired, and she lay under the tall Bodhi tree next to the white lotus pond, her hands resting behind her head, looking up at the vast night sky.

The night sky was inky blue, the moon was high, the wind had stopped, and there was not a trace of clouds floating away in the sky.

"Ah, what a beautiful moonlit night, what a beautiful sky! What is this clean night sky like?" The tentacles of Shenxiu's thinking let go and searched. Suddenly, the spirit of the rhino made him suddenly wake up: "Ah, spotless, like a bright mirror! Our Zen realm should also reach this realm!" Shenxiu felt that the clouds in his thoughts were gradually wiped away, revealing a piece of emptiness. Suddenly, emotions gushed out, and he slapped his thigh with joy, and finally got a word, and rushed back to the temple quickly, and went straight to the abbot's room in the south corridor, bent his index finger, and just wanted to knock on the door of the abbot's room of the five ancestors, but froze: the city of the five ancestors is unfathomable, what is his favorite verse like? There is not yet a single reference. Although I feel that I am perfect in this verse, it is my own personal will. I'm afraid that once it is submitted, the five ancestors are not very satisfied, and there is no turning back arrow at that time, and it will be impossible to save the overall situation.

The severity of this is related to the future of his life. If you are too reckless, it may only backfire. Thinking of this, Shenxiu turned back to the monk's room where he was staying, and wrote down the verses overnight.

In what way and when should this verse be presented to the five ancestors?

The hesitant and panicked state of mind has been tormenting Shenxiu, making him want to vomit and swallow.

Sometimes, an impulse drove him to the south corridor like a magic hand, wanting to express his heart to the five ancestors, but when he arrived at the door of the five ancestors' abbot's room, he stopped abruptly. The crimson door separated him from the Five Ancestors as two states of mind and two worlds.

Shenxiu sighed secretly, and left quietly in despair.

In this way, Shenxiu wandered indecisively in front of the abbot's room of the five ancestors in the south corridor, coming and going, going and coming. For four days and four nights, in total, there were as many as thirteen competitions, but he never had the courage to knock on the door of the abbot's room and tell the five ancestors about his heart.

It wasn't until late at night on the fourth day that the crickets, which usually like to chirp, stopped whining. The monk of Shou Gen Temple knocked on the four watches, and Shenxiu could no longer hold back the surging tide in his heart on the bed, all because Lu Zhen, the great painter hired by the five ancestors, will start writing tomorrow morning, and draw the "Lenga disguised map" and "Five Ancestors Blood Map" on the powder wall of the south corridor. The first draft, Shenxiu had already reviewed it with the five ancestors in broad daylight yesterday. Time is not waiting for me, there is only one fight. So, Shenxiu got up, walked to the desk, polished the ink in the Fengchi Duan inkstone, wrapped the Xuancheng pen with a cloth together with the Duan inkstone, and quietly came to the powder wall of the south corridor in front of the abbot of the five ancestors. Days:

The body is a linden tree

The heart is like a mirror

Wipe diligently

Don't let it get dusty

Before the ink of the verses had dried, Shenxiu hurriedly packed up the pen and inkstone, walked away quickly like a night owl, and secretly returned to the monk's room where he was staying.

Early the next morning.

Twin Peaks Mountain, the large and small temples of Dongchan Temple are all shrouded in a vast morning fog and haze, everything seems misty, difficult to distinguish the true face.

Since Shenxiu quietly wrote verses with a pen in the south corridor late at night, Hong De and others let out the air, saying that something big had happened in Dongchan Temple today. The monks didn't know what was going on, they inquired about each other, and later heard that the south corridor was written on the snow-white powder wall with a few lines of words, and someone wrote an extraordinary verse, which caused a sensation, and the monks of the whole temple heard the sound, swarmed in, scrambled to recite and see, and discussed one after another.

Hui Ming was a reckless monk who didn't read much, blinked his big murderous eyes, and asked Lu Xianfeng beside him, "What does this poem mean?"

According to the schedule, Lu Xianfeng came to work this morning. He had already brought all his paintbrushes and various paints, and was ready to paint "Lenga in Disguise" and "Five Ancestors Blood Map" on the wall of the south corridor.

Unexpectedly, someone had already taken the lead and wrote such a poem on the wall. After reading it, Lu felt that this verse was generally good, but it still seemed that something was missing in it. Moreover, this is within the Buddhist gate, he has long heard that the monks in the Dongchan Temple are divided into gangs, and it is inconvenient for him to make any comments at will, so as not to cause trouble, so he pushed back and said: "You also know, I am just a painter, I don't have a deep understanding of poetry and songs, and I don't know what to say about the verses and Buddhism in Buddhism. You might as well ask this master. He casually pointed to an old monk beside him.

The old monk was called Huayu Zen Master, and he was a knowledgeable jinshi before he became a monk, and he was one of the most literate monks in the monastery. He came to Dongchan Temple to join the five ancestors for nearly 20 years, ranking fourth among the ten disciples of the five ancestors.

So, Hui Ming came to Zen Master Huayu and said, "Senior Brother Huayu, you can explain it to us." ”

Zen Master Huayu pointed to the verses on the wall and gave the most simple explanation: "The body is like a tree with enlightenment, and the heart is like a pure and beautiful mirror, so you should wipe it frequently so that the dust of your troubles does not stay on the mirror." ”

Hongde enlarged his throat and exclaimed, "Ouch, this verse is so well written!" He was meant to add fuel to the fire.

Hui Ming's eyes were burning and compelling: "Senior Brother Huayu, do you say that this verse is well written?"

"Good! Okay!" Zen Master Huayu nodded appreciatively, "In just four sentences, the importance of practice and the spirit of participating in Zen are vividly expressed." I have read hundreds of Buddhist scriptures, but I have never seen a Zen machine that can be explained so incisively and thoroughly in such a few words. ”