Sitting in the main hall, surrounded by monks, looking at the abbot who was silent, a strange feeling rose in his heart at dusk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It feels like I'm a super villain, asking aggressive questions to the abbot, and the abbot is a monk with a way, let you wind in all directions, and I won't move.

"Hey..." sighed lightly, dusk shook off the inexplicability in his heart, and did not take out the words of the Buddha to deceive everyone just now, after all, this kind of thing is just his own subjective assumption, and there is no direct evidence or classics to prove this, the abbot is only about my Buddha, so he didn't open his mouth to argue, and now if he takes it out again, looking at the appearance of the monks, it is really asking for his own death.

"Unseen, hypocritical and exaggerated, all are lies!" Recounting the abbot's explanation just now, Dusk said unhurriedly: "The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth once said: All sentient beings are exhausted, the proof of Bodhi, hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha!" ”

The monks were relieved to hear that Dusk did not mention the theft again, but when they heard the young man's argument, the monks were even more speechless.

"Nam no Amitabha..."

Sure enough, when they heard the words of dusk, the monks in the hall all folded their hands, closed their eyes, whispered a Buddha name, and stopped talking, and the same was true of the abbot, who closed his eyes and did not put forward his own arguments, nor did he oppose what the young man had just said.

The great wish made by the Jizo King Bodhisattva, to be honest, in the final analysis, remove the Bodhisattva's great compassion and grand wish, and what remains is just a lie, after all, hell is empty, no one believes that it can be done, and the Jizo King Bodhisattva has not really fulfilled it. This point, even the abbot master, cannot veto, so there is no need to debate, this vow, when the oath of the Jizo King Bodhisattva is thrown at dusk, has already been won.

After discussing the first four precepts, except for the third precept of non-adultery and dusk surrender, the other three precepts were easily won by Dusk through his own shameless or unsolvable arguments, that is to say, there is no need to continue this huge discussion of Buddhahood, no matter who wins or loses in the last vow, the final winner must be Dusk.

"Ahem..." Seeing that everyone was silent, the slightly embarrassed Dusk coughed lightly, and said stubbornly: "Master Abbot, what is not drinking!" ”

"It is said that if a man drinks alcohol, he will be indulgent, stupid, and foolish, and have no wisdom. If you don't drink, you don't drink. The abbot said.

"Is it only monks who abstain from drinking?" Dusk asked.

Whether the two monks and the two lay people are not allowed to drink alcohol must be asked clearly.

"Good!" The abbot's answer was not unexpected by Dusk, and since this is the case, then there is really no need for further debate on this commandment.

"Alright then!" Feeling that his legs were no longer weak, he supported his body at dusk, slowly stood up, patted his buttocks and smiled: "Anyway, I am a person at home, and I don't have a no-drinking precept, so there is no need to argue with this precept!" ”

The young man was able to take the initiative to end the debate, whether he really admitted defeat or deliberately saved some face for the abbot, but since the young man did this, he still made the monks in the hall breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately, this kid knew how to advance and retreat, and was not really aggressive.

"Amitabha!" Seeing that this discussion of the Buddha was over, the senior brother in the corner smiled slightly, also stood up, and said softly: "Since this is the case, then today's discussion of the Buddha will end here, please summarize each of you for today's Buddhism!" ”

"Pure heart to worship the Buddha, red dust like a dream, green lantern ancient scrolls, the four are empty!" Although he lost, the abbot still insisted on his argument, after all, how could decades of Buddhist cultivation be shaken so simply. The abbot closed his eyes and sighed, wondering if he regretted proposing the debate of the five precepts today.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart!" With his hands folded, he smiled at dusk and said a sentence that made the old monks angry: "If you win the heart of one person, what more can you ask for in this life!" ”

"This day is over on the Buddha, tomorrow morning after dinner, there will be zazen again!" Seeing that the two of them had finished summing up, the senior brother drew an end to today's discussion of Buddhism in one sentence, and announced the content of tomorrow's competition.

It is not announced who will win and who will lose, but the difference between victory and defeat, in fact, everyone knows it in their hearts, but the purpose of talking about Buddha today is not to see who loses and who wins, but to measure the Buddha nature of this young man.

It's just that no one thought that the final result would be like this, five rounds of debate, although the boy gave up two rounds, but easily won the remaining three rounds, even if everyone thought that the boy was a sophistry, but today's Buddha, say a thousand ways and ten thousand, after all, the boy won!

A teenager who has not studied Buddhism easily defeated the abbot of Shaolin Temple, this result is really difficult for most Shaolin monks to accept for a while.

・・・

The sunset is gradually falling, the wisps of yellow sunlight are sprinkled in the Shaolin Temple of Songshan, and the boring dusk sits on the guardrail built by the bluestone, watching more than 100 monks below naked and practicing boxing together.

Sweat stains flying, fists and feet are windy, but it is a set of basic boxing techniques, more than 100 people dance together, and there is also a mighty and fearless momentum, rushing to the face.

The eyes are scattered, Dusk's attention is obviously not on the group of monks who are dancing boxing, and in the setting sun, Dusk's thoughts fly again...

"Little donor, why are you stunned!" I don't know when, the fat monk has appeared behind Dusk and laughed softly.

"Uh..." Suddenly turned around, Dusk turned his head to look, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's just nothing to do!" ”

"Don't worry, although you have offended so many junior disciples today, my Shaolin monk is not so narrow-minded!" The fat monk thought that Dusk was worried about today's events, so he said kindly: "I won't give you small shoes to wear because of this little thing!" ”

"I know this, otherwise I wouldn't have said that!" Dusk turned over, looked at the fat monk, and said with a smile: "By the way, I've known each other for a day, and I don't know the master's name yet!" ”

"The old man's name is Wu Neng!" Smiling slightly, the fat monk said a name that made Dusk vomit blood.

"Fuck it..." "Fuck it..." Is there any mistake, Master Wujing is just that, the third junior brother is called Wujing, the second junior brother is called Wuneng, and your sister's senior brother won't be called Wukong!

"What's the matter, is the old man's name surprising you!" Looking at Dusk's "terrifying" expression, Master Wuneng said strangely: "Looking at your appearance, it seems that you are very sensitive to this name!" ”

Not only is it sensitive, as a new generation of young people who grew up watching Journey to the West, if you haven't even heard the two names of Wujing Wuneng, then I'm too sorry for the summer vacation every year.

"That, Master Wuneng ... swallowed his saliva and said uncertainly: "The senior brother who appeared in the hall just now is not Master Wukong!" ”

"Huh..." After being stunned for a moment, Master Wuneng frowned and said, "How do you know the name of my senior brother!" ”

Xiaoyao, your sister's, although Jin Dada didn't seem to mention the condor shooting period and the age of the Shaolin Temple monks in the book, but you are doing this, is it really okay, are you really not afraid of being thundered by the sky!

"Little donor, are you alright?" Wu Neng, who looked at the sky speechless at dusk, was slightly worried, and couldn't help touching his forehead, and said, "I don't have a fever either!" ”

"Second Senior Brother..." grabbed Wu Neng's hand, and said eagerly at dusk as if he wanted to grasp the last straw: "No, Master Wu Neng, I don't know what your master's Dharma name is..."

"Sanzang..." uncomfortably withdrew his fat hand, folded his hands, and replied with a look of reverence.

"The other day..."