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Du He, Changle, and Gao Yang walked along the side road, intending to go around the backstage where Li Chengqian was walking to the front desk to insert a seat in the front row. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although this move is not very moral, Du He is reluctant to pull two stunning beauties into the crowd. If you run into some werewolf rubbing oil in the crowd, it's over. One is a sister-in-law, and the other is his wife, who suffered a loss, but didn't cry to death? Even if the werewolf's hand is chopped off afterwards, will this thing be able to be returned?

So he would rather not be moral, and he is determined not to take this risk: how can his wife let others touch him......

When you come to the side of the main hall of Hongfukuji Temple, because everyone is attracted to the puja, there is no trace of people here as a backstage.

But he hadn't taken two steps when he heard a rush of footsteps.

Du He's heart moved, and he pulled Changle and Gao Yang to hide behind the shadow of a big tree, he didn't know why he wanted to hide, but he instinctively felt that Hongfu Temple was not a place of righteousness and light, and he might be able to hear some useful news if he hid in the dark.

Du He probed and peeked, Changle also stretched out his head curiously, not to mention Gao Yang.

Three heads, appearing behind a tree, look a little funny.

The first thing I saw was a monk dressed as a monk, the monk was naturally a monk, but his outfit was different from that of ordinary monks: barefoot, no shoes, the monk's clothes on his body had been patched, but they were cleanly washed, and he looked a little white, he held a wooden Zen staff in his left hand, and a string of prayer beads in his right hand, a bit of an ascetic, but there was a trace of anger between his eyebrows, and he walked briskly without looking back.

Then came the two novices and the Master Huikong, who had a relationship with Duhe.

Huikong quickly caught up with the strange monk who was walking in front, and stood in front of him and respectfully said, "Master Hongren, please stay ......"

"Master Hongnin......" Du He's eyes stayed on the face of the strange monk, reading the name, feeling very familiar, there seemed to be an image of him in his memory, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, remembering everything about Master Hongnin, and whispered: "The five ancestors of Zen Buddhism, Master Hongnin......"

In the previous life, when the school organized a summer trip for teachers, Du He went to the Wuzu Temple at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, which was originally called Dongshan Temple and was a temple established by Master Hongren himself, and enjoyed a high reputation in the world, especially in Japan, India and other Southeast Asian countries.

In the temple, he had heard the tour guide introduce the experience of Master Hongren, and he couldn't remember the details, but he vaguely remembered that Master Hongren was a very great monk.

The Hongren Master in Du He's memory is the same person as the Hongren Master in front of him.

Historically, Master Hongren has made outstanding contributions to Zen Buddhism, if he did not pass on the mantle to the six ancestors Huineng, Zen Buddhism would have perished, and he was a monk who inherited the previous and the next. He is different from ordinary monks, he is a monk who really does not seek fame and fortune, and Tang Gaozong has twice sent envoys to invite him to the capital**, but he has declined.

But today's Hongren has not achieved as much as later generations, just a very famous monk.

Born in the first year of Sui Renshou, at the age of seven, he was met by Daoxin, who was revered as the fourth ancestor of Zen Buddhism. Daoxin saw that Hongren was destined for the Buddha, so he sent someone to follow him home and ask his parents for their opinion on whether they could let him become a monk as their disciple. Hongren's parents are also Buddhists and readily agree. Hongren was thus taken to the Twin Peaks Mountain Dojo presided over by Daoxin and became a disciple of Daoxin.

At the age of thirteen, Hongren was officially shaved as a novice. He is diligent by nature, working during the day, practicing Zen at night, practicing Buddhism "Ranga Sutra" for more than ten years, after Dacheng, he traveled down the mountain, clothed and barefoot, visited monks from all over the world, studied Buddhism with each other, and gradually became famous.

Not long ago, I arrived in Chang'an and visited Master Nayan of Hongfu Temple. Venerable Nayan happened to be holding a Dharma meeting, and he had heard the name of Hongren and invited him to participate in the puja together.

Hongren travels down the mountain not for wealth, nor for fame, just like a scholar who travels thousands of miles and reads thousands of books, pursuing the avenue in his heart. He wore a hundred clothes woven from rags, ate fasting and fasting from the fate, slept on the streets of the broken temple, and drank the water of the river that was not clean. With mosquitoes as companions and fierce beasts as companions. The life is hard, but the heart is happy. In the days of Hongfu Temple, I ate meals that could pour out a layer of vegetable oil, slept on a soft bed, read a Buddhist scripture and waited for me with sandalwood.

This kind of day is no longer considered a practice, but an enjoyment.

Hongren had already had the intention of leaving, but when he thought of the Dharma meeting in the near future, he endured what he wanted about Buddhism in his heart. He no longer eats the food in the temple, goes out when he is hungry, and no longer sleeps in his own room, but soaks in the Tibetan scripture pavilion of Hongfu Temple all day to study the scriptures, and sleeps on the spot when he is tired.

Finally waited for the convening of the festival, but when he saw the scene in front of him, Hongren was angry, and the resentment that had accumulated for many days officially broke out, and the Buddha also became angry.

Buddhism is the most important to cultivate the mind, no desire and no desire, and the so-called monks seen at the festival are all red and brightly dressed, even the smooth bald head, can also be wiped to show the figure, dressed like a big girl who wants to get on the sedan chair.

The puja in Hongren's heart is a group of eminent monks, gathered in a small room, a cup of tea, protecting each other's debates, confirming each other, and protecting each other's learning, but the puja in front of them is coquettish in front of tens of thousands of people.

Hongren couldn't stand it anymore, so he flicked his sleeves and turned around and left. is also a monk, and he is really ashamed to be in the company of these sanctimonious guys beside him.

In the face of this group of people, even Hongren, who has a very high level of Dharma literacy, unconsciously moved his hatred.

Huikong stopped Hongren and said respectfully: "Master, please stay...... I don't know where our temple was inhospitable and angered the master? ”

Hongren has not yet reached home, unable to achieve the realm of real "Zen", the Buddha in his heart, the Tao in his heart, let a group of pseudo-monks so defiled, his heart is like a fire and burns again, mocking: "It's not that the hospitality is inconsiderate, it's that the hospitality is too thoughtful...... The temple is so flashy and extravagant that it has completely lost the compassion of our Buddha and the suffering people. Although it is a Buddhist gate, it is a filthy place. ”

Huikong's face was red when he was ridiculed, and he didn't tear off the mask on his face and said sharply: "The master is fake and high, and he doesn't look at himself, which precept has he violated?" ”

"Boom!"

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Hongren is indeed a real monk, only because the most important thing in his heart has been defiled, he has lost his normality, after this reminder, he woke up, his face was not angry, and he saluted respectfully: "Thank you for your advice, the little monk has not practiced enough, committed a reluctance, and punished himself in the deep mountain wall for three months......" He saluted again and strode away.

Huikong was stunned, looking at the tall back, his face was a little hesitant, once upon a time, he was like him, and he was so persistent in Buddha, but now, ......

He shook his head and sighed, and turned to leave.

The remaining two novices said, "Master, what now?" ”

Huikong sighed, "Go back, he won't be with us......"

Du He and Changle looked at Hongren's back as he gradually moved away, and he was speechless for a long time.

Even the naughty Gao Yang looked at the thin and tall figure in awe, and said unconsciously: "Why do I think he is great?" ”

Hearing Gao Yang's words, Du He and Changle glanced at each other, knowing that they also had this feeling for each other.

Du He said: "I think I was wrong......

Du He didn't have any good feelings about Buddhism in his heart, and after everything in Hongfu Temple, this disgust had penetrated into his bone marrow, making him completely reject Buddhism.

But in fact, this thinking is wrong.

Every culture has its own value, its own meaning, and the value of inheritance.

Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, as well as the law, ink, yin and yang, name, vertical and horizontal, miscellaneous, soldier and other sects and doctrines of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period all have a certain significance. There is a good side and a bad side in it, and a doctrine cannot be completely denied, which is a kind of taintment of culture.

Buddhism does have some sayings that are nonsense, ethereal, and make people not want to be motivated, but they also have a unique side.

For example, the Buddha is a human being and not a god, and Shakyamuni once said, "Heaven and the world, I am the only one." This sounds overbearing, and I think Shakyamuni is too rampant. Not really. The word "I" does not refer to Shakyamuni himself, but to every human being. The correct interpretation of this sentence should be that man is the heavens and the earth in the universe, and each person is his own master, deciding his own destiny, and does not have to obey anyone or any superhuman God.

This spirit is undoubtedly correct and worth inheriting.

It is not Buddhism and Buddhism that are wrong, but the kind of people who use Buddhism to deceive the people.

The same Confucianism and Legalism are not wrong, what is wrong is to use Confucianism to cover up and control the people to achieve their own selfish superiority.

Confucianism has national heroes like Wen Tianxiang, and there are also villains who are sanctimonious. Buddhism has fake monks like Debate, and naturally there are real monks like Hongren, which is the same reason.

Changle also said: "We are all wrong...... But it's wrong, the appearance of Master Hongren makes me think those monks are even more hateful. ”

Du He followed: "So, what we have to do is to take off the masks of this group of people and let the people know their true faces. ”

Talking and laughing, he walked out from behind the tree with Changle and Gao Yang.

Crossing a deserted path, Duhe came to the side of the main hall, and less than 100 meters to his right hand was the scene of the puja. The festival has begun, and more than a dozen "eminent monks" are already talking about the scriptures and Buddhism, and Li Chengqian is sitting at the top and listening with a smile on his face.

It's just that the eyes can't stop looking at the beautiful place on the side.

Du He's sudden appearance attracted the attention of the monks who were guarding the law.

Especially Master Huikong, he had seen Du He's method of fighting and fighting, and knew that once he started, this much-anticipated Dharma meeting would be seriously affected, so he frowned, personally blocked in front of Du He, and said in a deep voice: "This benefactor, this is not the place for you to come, if you want to watch the Festival, please go to the periphery to watch." ”

In other words, he is not qualified to take this path.