After a lively gag morning, after lunch, we went back to the meditation room to rest.

During my lunch break, I moved around the meditation room, ostensibly making friends, but in fact trying to figure out how to crack Dragon Ball.

But what disappointed me was that the group of people who came to the summit were mixed, not to mention solving the Dragon Ball dilemma, most of them had never seen Dragon Ball in person, and some didn't even know what Dragon Ball was.

In the afternoon, with a slightly lost mood, a group of four of us rushed to the Kobo Zhai next to the Thousand People Dojo.

This Kobo Zhai is much smaller than the Thousand People Dojo, hidden in a corner on the west side of Juxian Valley, is a bamboo hut, in which dozens of futons and straw mats are placed, the environment is elegant.

There are relatively few people who come to listen to the teachings, most of them are monks, and the bamboo house is burned with sandalwood, which is a rare quiet place in this blessed cave.

An old monk on the stage looked to be in his eighties, with white hair, especially the pair of long white eyebrows, the length of which had dropped down the temples to the tip of the nose, giving people a sense of déjà vu from a monk.

The blind man said that this old monk was the first Zhuxin Zen master of Shaolin Zen Buddhism, proficient in Buddhism, and was close to 100 years old.

I saw that Zen Master Zhuxin was not sad or happy on his face, holding a scroll of scriptures and reciting lightly.

"When the king of Bosnian was fasting for his father. Please Buddha Palace. Welcome yourself. Widely set up the supreme taste of shame. and reincarnate the great bodhisattvas. In the city, there are elderly people and lay people who eat monks at the same time. The Buddha responded. The Buddha is a great special, divides the bodhisattvas and arhats, and responds to the fasting masters. Only Ananda, first accept the invitation. The long trip has not been returned, not to mention the monks. There is neither a Theravada, nor an Acharya. On the way......"

I don't have much research on Buddhism, but I know that the passage that Zen Master Zhuxin is talking about is from the "Lengyan Sutra", which tells the story of the Persian king's banquet for Nyorai and the Buddhas.

The full name of this scripture is "The Great Buddha Ding Rulai Miyin Cultivated the Righteous Bodhisattvas Ten Thousand Lines Shou Lengyan Sutra", referred to as "Lengyan Sutra". Although it is long, the Buddha explained in detail in the sutras, and the Buddha's teachings are quite thorough and clear and easy to understand.

It can be called a masterpiece of ancient scriptures, and has always been highly respected by Buddhists, and together with the "Myoho-renge-kyo" and "Huayan Sutra", it has been called the "Three Classics" and "the King of the Sutras" by Buddhist monks such as the Master of Xuanhua.

Buddhism pays attention to meditation and recitation, step by step, and the most taboo is impetuousness, and the Dharma and art are practiced together, complementing each other. That is to say, it is useless to cultivate the secret techniques of Buddhism alone, and there must be a Fa, that is, scriptures, to support it.

The same scripture, the same text, everyone will have a different opinion when they read it. If there is no famous teacher, those who can comprehend the Buddhist scriptures on their own are geniuses, that is, the so-called people who have the fate of Buddha, and I obviously have no talent in this regard.

But in the ups and downs of chanting, my mind gradually calmed down, and after listening to it for a while, I felt refreshed, my ears and eyes were clear, and I actually listened to it slowly.

The fat man seemed to be more perceptive than I was, and he kept his eyes closed, shaking his head like the monks who listened to the scriptures.

The blind man also nodded frequently, as if he deeply agreed with what Zen Master Zhuxin had explained.

Only amorous looking left and right, bored, like a monkey in a cage.

Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but laugh, and whispered that you are an orthodox Buddhist disciple, why can we lay people listen to it, but you can't sit still?

smiled obscenely and said cousin, it's not that I don't want to listen, it's that this old monk is not right, he doesn't even know the essence of the "Lengyan Sutra", he has lived for such an old age in vain, this is the son of a misguided person.

Oops? I almost didn't faint! The heart said yes, you fake monk, you are the first monk of Shaolin Zen Buddhism, and you are nearly 100 years old, so you might as well understand these two knives? Oh, I really believe it!

Shaking his head affectionately, how can Buddhism look at seniority and age? Can the sound of the Buddha be transmitted? The sound of the Buddha is comprehended by itself, and it cannot be transmitted at all, and it changes its flavor if it is transmitted hard. extraordinary

You listen to what this old monk said, "Women are empty, evil silver things, incorruptible and shameless, extremely filthy and evil, but doing animal things with human bodies."

If this is just for ordinary Buddhist disciples, the eminent monks still explain it like this, obviously only knowing its expression and not understanding its meaning, and only hearing its form and not understanding its reasoning.

If it is a Buddha and Manjushri is a Buddha, then Hongchen is not a Buddha? Isn't a woman a Buddha? This shows that his comprehension is too poor and his Buddha mind is insufficient. What is Buddha? The universe, heaven and earth are all Buddhas, and the Buddha's heart is Buddha!

I scoffed and said get out of here, you, the female benefactor is a Buddha? That means that Huangchang is equivalent to worshiping the Buddha?! Yours is it!

sighed amorous and said cousin, you are too shallow Buddha, and you don't understand this truth, play the piano to the cow.

Zhuang is very interested in amorous rhetoric, and even called it interesting, amazing!

I didn't bother to talk to the stammering monk about this, so I greeted everyone and said that I was going to lie down in the toilet.

At lunchtime, I drank two beers with the blind man, and at the moment I had a lot of water in my stomach. Actually, it's not that I want to drink it, but it's that the little drunkard of glutinous rice dumplings hasn't drunk alcohol for a long time, and it's making a fuss in my body.

I asked where the toilet was for the disciples of Mount Tai who was standing guard in Hongfa Zhai, and after pointing around, I finally found a simple thatched house. It's deserted, but the toilets are clean.

I was about to walk back when I suddenly felt a gust of wind blow behind me. I have been in the industry for a long time, and I have experienced countless vicious battles, and I immediately reacted that someone was sneaking up on me from behind.

At the last moment, I didn't have time to think about it, the true qi of my whole body was condensed in my legs, and I stepped on the Tianxuan step under my feet and flashed to the side.

I felt like I was quick enough to react, but the slap from the back was faster, and although it didn't hit me in the back of the heart, it still slapped me on the right shoulder.

I felt a burst of qi enter my body in an instant, my body was unbalanced, and I almost fell to the ground, my shoulder was sore and numb, and the pain was inexplicable.

When I looked back, I saw a man behind me.

This man was dark-skinned, tall, dressed in a set of coarse gray cardigans, and had shoes on his feet, and was an old man with a black face.

His face was covered with dense pockmarks, a little scary, and the expression on his face was vicious.

I felt that this old man was a little familiar, and it took me a long time to remember that I had seen him at the entrance of the summit yesterday.

But I don't know this person, he suddenly hit me, it's really inexplicable, is it the wrong person?

Whoever is hit like this out of thin air has to be angry, but seeing that the other party is old, I still forcibly suppressed my anger and politely asked this Taoist friend, we don't know each other, why are you?

The old man sneered and shouted: "Thief, return my baby!" ”

Before the words fell, the figure turned, and he reached forward with one hand, put his five fingers into the hook, and suddenly grabbed it towards my front door.

I was speechless. I thought to myself, what is this?! I don't know this person at all, so how can I say I'm a thief? What baby?! How can this be reasonable? Apparently he recognized the wrong person.

The old man Mazi is extremely fast, I don't dare to slack off at the moment, step on the sky to dodge, and shout: "Fellow Daoist, slow down, you recognize the wrong person!" ”