Is the flag moving or is the wind moving?

The monks in the hall are all senior monks who preside over the class, and the rest are also the elites of the temples. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is not right to say that the wind moves, because the flag is moving, and it is not okay to say that the flag moves, because it is fluttering when it is blown by the wind.

The answer seemed to be wrong, and for a moment everyone fell into deep thought and couldn't think of an answer.

Wang Sheng had already calmed down, and he folded his hands and lowered his head, as if to give the monks time to think.

But he is very proud in his heart, so you can think about it hard! Let me embarrass you, master.

In fact, it is not difficult to answer this question, but the difficult thing is that you must see the trap of this question, whether he asks whether the wind is moving or the flag is moving, and ordinary people will definitely think which movement is more qualified.

But it doesn't occur to them that what they need to do is create an answer for themselves, and the answer is not one of the wind and the flag, but their own heart.

It's your own heart that's moving! In terms of Buddhism, there is no better answer.

After a while, no one answered, and the young monks in the hall were already very surprised when they looked at Wang Sheng, they didn't expect their master to be stumped by this little monk, it seemed that they were really a little surprised!

Finally, a senior monk shook his head and folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the wind is still moving, this question is really difficult to answer, the old man can't solve the doubts in a short time, I'm afraid that the teacher and nephew need to solve the doubts." ”

"Indeed, the poor monk is also puzzled." Another old monk spoke.

Wang Sheng was overjoyed in his heart, he found that as the old monk spoke, most of the monks in the hall looked at him, as if they had given up thinking, and there was no shortage of hosts from various temples.

He was smug in his heart, but at this moment one of them spoke.

"The little monk knows, his heart is moving." The voice was thick and powerful, and it sounded right next to it.

All the monks in the hall, including Wang Sheng, turned their heads in surprise and found that it was their senior brother Hongren who spoke.

At this moment, Hongren suddenly realized, and it seemed that coming up with this answer was also an inspiration.

"It's not that the wind is moving, it's not that the flags are moving, it's that our hearts are in turmoil, and we see that everything in the world is moving."

Wang Sheng was very surprised, Hongren really deserved to be worthy of the five ancestors of Zen Buddhism, this IQ and reaction speed were indeed powerful.

The senior monks in the hall, including the presiding officer of the Tiantai Sect, also realized instantly, and then applauded the case, this answer is indeed impeccable, and it can be called exquisite.

It's not the wind moving, it's not the wind banner moving, but the heart is moving, then everything in heaven and earth is moving, and everyone looks at Hongren with admiration, and it's really a Zen disciple.

Wang Sheng was depressed, he was about to install a fork successfully, but the senior brother intercepted him halfway.

"Amitabha, Zen Buddhism is really good at thinking." The Tiantai Sect presiding officer clasped his hands together and said in a low voice, combined with the answer, he had already reacted to the trap of this question at this time.

Lingsi is praising Hongren's thinking speed, and being good at arguing is saying that Wang Sheng's questions are tricky, but it sounds more like mockery.

Wang Sheng wondered, why did this old monk target himself everywhere, could he have a grudge against Zen Buddhism and implicate him?

"I don't know if the nephew of Hongnin thinks the same as the nephew, and the nephew's theory of the Buddha's heart has not been clearly expressed, so I ask the nephew to continue." The presiding officer of the Temple of Heaven continued to speak, and the senior monks in the hall also looked at him.

Although the question just now is subtle and novel enough, Wang Sheng is inevitably a bit opportunistic if he wants to pass the test and become a Buddha.

At this juncture, Wang Sheng naturally will not flinch, he calmed down and said: "Uncle Shi is right, the little monk is also meditating hard to suddenly realize, it is our heart is moving, only to see that everything is moving, and therefore the little monk suddenly came to make a poem, read it here, I hope you uncle and brother taste." ”

Verses? After the previous question, all the abbots and the monks in the hall all glanced at Wang Gao, and were very curious about what kind of poems he could make.

"Master and nephew come to your heart's content." The Tiantai Sect presided over the Dao.

Wang Sheng nodded, "This poem is like this. ”

He began to shake his head, "The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror." ”

After reading these two sentences, the eyes of the senior monks have lit up.

Wang Sheng paused for a moment and continued: "Always wipe diligently, don't let there be dust." ”

When the words fell, the hall was silent, and no one opened their mouths to speak for a while.

Always wipe diligently, don't let there be dust!

Before the Buddha statue, Daoxin and Hongnin were both eyes lit up, and regardless of the question of the wind and banner just now, the current poem is obviously full of Zen flavor.

Compare oneself to the Buddhist sacred Bodhi tree, and compare the heart to a bright mirror, which needs to be wiped from time to time to make it free of dust and maintain a clear Zen heart.

The monks thought carefully, and after a while, only one person broke the silence.

"Amitabha, the heart is like a mirror, don't make dust! The poem of the Zen master and nephew is really profound, and the poor monk is impressed. It was the tantric abbot who spoke, and his face was full of sighs at this time, as if he had some understanding.

Wang Sheng was a little surprised, didn't this old monk keep squeezing him with the old monk of the Tiantai Sect before, why did he suddenly change his attitude.

At the beginning of the tantric abbot, all the monks in the hall were full of admiration, especially those junior monks who were originally unconvinced, until Wang Sheng's poem was exported, they really began to admit that Wang Sheng did have Buddha bones and had the qualifications to become Buddha's son.

The Tiantai Sect host's eyes were complicated, "This poem by my nephew is really wonderful, I don't know if my nephew has anything to add." ”

Of course! Since he started to pretend, Wang Sheng has to finish pretending to be cool!

He smiled slightly, folded his hands and raised his voice: "It seems that all the uncles think that the little monk's poem is okay." Then he shook his head, "The little monk thought so at first. ”

At first? The monks' eyes were weird, what does this kid mean, don't you think this poem is not good enough now.

Enough appetite, Wang Sheng no longer sold Guanzi, he shook his head again, "After this poem came out, the little monk once thought it was not bad, but after a night, the little monk thought about it carefully, but he felt more and more that this poem was a little problematic, and finally by chance, the little monk suddenly had an epiphany of another poem. ”

And another one? None of the abbots were not surprised, this one was good enough, and where did the question come from.

Wang Sheng seemed to know what everyone was thinking, so he didn't delay any longer, and said directly: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform," he said slowly.

Everyone's eyes widened, and these two sentences were slightly different from before, but they sounded like they were very different.

"There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!" Wang Sheng read it out completely.

It was like a heavy hammer on his heart, and the hall was quiet again, but unlike the last time, the atmosphere was unprovoked and heavy, and Wang Sheng felt an obvious sense of oppression.

The song of the Sixth Ancestor Huineng shocked everyone for a while, and they fell into deep understanding, and they couldn't control their breath for a while.

Wang Sheng saw that everyone was closing their eyes and silently reciting this poem, and even the senior brother Hongren around him was constantly muttering, as if he had gained a lot.

For a full moment, no one spoke, Wang Sheng was a little nervous for a while, what the hell is this, isn't it just a man in the clouds, why did everyone react so much.

At this moment, there was a sudden bright light in front of him, and a ball of golden light rose and floated to the center of the main hall, illuminating the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall, and at the same time, a Buddha horn entered his ears.

"Amitabha, Amitabha! There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust! The old man is really too obsessed, too obsessed! ”

Wang Sheng fell into a stupor, because the voice clearly belonged to his master Daoxin.

"Golden Arhat! Amitabha, senior brother has good merit and good chance. The Tiantai Sect presiding officer shouted in shock.

Everyone in the hall came to their senses, and they were shocked to see this golden light opening their mouths one by one, and the Taoist monk had an epiphany and achieved a golden body!

That's good luck! What is the difference between this and becoming a Buddha on the spot!

All the hosts were envious, and even felt that their minds were a little unstable, they were also stuck in the Jindan realm for many years of penance and could not break through, but they didn't expect Daoxin to suddenly have an epiphany.

They unconsciously clasped their hands together and chanted the Mida, but no matter what, the shock in their hearts could not be eliminated, O golden-bodied Arhat! This is the realm they have always dreamed of.

Arhat Golden Body! It is equivalent to the immortal realm of Daomen.

Wang Sheng was stunned, could it be that because of a poem by the Sixth Ancestor Huineng, the master's merits were completed?

The golden light dissipated, and the much younger Daoxin floated down indifferently.

He clasped his hands together, "Senior brothers, there is no need to be envious, the old man is just one step ahead." ”

The abbots had an indescribable feeling in their hearts, and they just listened to this, which was an opportunity they couldn't even imagine.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, congratulations to my brother on attaining bliss from this position and being able to listen to the true meaning of my Buddha." It was still the first Tiantai Sect presiding officer to congratulate him, and his expression was full of joy and sincerity.

As soon as he spoke, all the monks, whether they were really happy or implicitly jealous, couldn't help but congratulate Daoxin on achieving the golden body.

At the same time, many people looked at Wang Sheng with implicit fiery eyes, and the reason why Dao Xin had an epiphany was because of his ability as a disciple.