Empty mountain temple, the temple is not empty; In the temple on the top of the empty mountain, a few days ago the monk stayed, the monk is old, the physique is quite healthy, a few days in the morning, quite a kind of empty mountain after the new rain, the weather late to spring feeling.

A bamboo broom is cleaned in the temple, the temple now does not seem too big, covering an area of four acres, the front and back left and right courtyards are twenty meters long and wide, the temple is equipped with two wings, an upper room, the upper room is for the Buddha and Bodhisattva to live, Ananda and the white-haired man in the coma live in the wing, in order to save the effort of cleaning, the two of them live in the west chamber, but also Ananda's mind, the Buddha lives in the west of the big thunder sound temple, Ananda and the white-haired man live in the west chamber, naturally closer to the Buddha.

When the sun rose, although there was only one monk in the temple, Monk Ananda still did his morning service on time.

There is only one Buddha statue in the main hall, the stone Buddha of the empty mountain temple, which is the most magnificent Buddha in the Buddha domain since ancient times, but the new era is coming, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new; Let this stone Buddha add a bit of loneliness, and it has not been subject to incense for a long time.

Ananda sits cross-legged on a futon, which is placed in the middle of the main hall facing the stone Buddha.

When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom and walking in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering.

The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it.

The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased.

Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness.

There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death.

There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, there is no wisdom and no gain, so there is no gain.

Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no obstacles, no obstacles, no fears, is far away from upside-down dreams, and is nirvana.

The Buddhas of the three worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, attained the three bodhisattvas of Anuttara. Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra, which can remove all suffering, and it is true.

Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para Sangha reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha.

Ananda recites the scriptures, his eyes are folded and shining, as if the starry sky is spinning, and the sound is like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

The stone statue in front of me listened to the scriptures, and the stone Buddha also had a little more brilliance, and even the cobwebs on the Buddha's head were a little drooping, showing a strange abnormality.

After the morning class, Anandbusa recited the precepts, and recited the scriptures around the temple, and the originally scattered and lonely temple was also a little more angry.

The relics pagoda behind the courtyard is towering, storing the physical relics of the ancient sages, and the golden body of the law; The tower is nine floors high, with three grids on one floor; Written in one scripture; A relic lasts forever; A golden body.

After the temple was ruined, few pseudo-monks came to clean and pray, and the whole stupa was also very barren.

Ananda holds the green lantern and looks at the yellow scroll; Cleaning around the stupa layer after layer, the dust has been dusted off, and there is still dust, and the mirror platform in the tower is also unknown, only the dim figure.

"Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter; I saved the child, even if I endured all the hardships, it was better than sitting in the main hall" Ananda swept the stupa, talking to himself, as if telling the Buddha about the hardships, and the work in his hands never stopped.

The bell hanging on the top of the stupa is cleared to the top of the tower, and the time is just noon.

"Knock knock" The bell of Kongshan Temple is endless, and the old monk rings the bell constantly.

The white-haired man in the west chamber had already changed into a white robe, with white hair, white eyebrows, white beard, and white body; The demeanor was quiet and peaceful, and countless heaven and earth spiritual qi gathered in the room, passing through the body without the slightest stop, and the man's body was as clean as washing.

After the old monk finished cleaning, the dust on his body had just been dusted off, and he ran into the house in a panic, with a mouthful of yellow teeth uneven, two bundles of eyebrows and whiskers hanging straight down his shoulders, a tattered robe, and his eyes were as clean as washing.

"Fall asleep, fall asleep" The old monk looked at the man in white on the bed, unable to say joy, nor could he pile up sorrow.

"It's best if my son is safe, and it's wonderful for my son to have a son under his knees......" The old monk's eyes were soft, and he didn't feel very emotional when he recalled what the old woman said.

"Mu Yi is safe, sleep peacefully, but this body can no longer resist the impact, and can no longer hide the mana; How can ordinary people not be at peace?"

Countless dense auras gathered in the room for some reason, and Anshun was gentle and not wild and violent at all.

"It's better to go back, it's better to go back......" The old monk looked at the aura flickering in front of him, and sighed in his heart, a broken basket with a big hole, even if you all put it in, what will happen, after all, there is no drop left, there is no use.

If these auras in the outside world are the wax oil of candles, then everything in heaven and earth gathers is the wax core in the middle, and now Mu Yi's wax core is gone, there is no one at all, and it is difficult to use strength.

There was silence outside the window, and after passing the hall, a few birds flew into the monastery in a strange way, and Ananda no longer drove away, but sat alone in the courtyard, picking up a worn-out and discolored Zen staff in his hand.

"Today, Ananda explains the Dharma, invites all things in the world to come to hear the Buddha's teachings, open the Buddha's nature, and accumulate merit for the Kongshan Temple!" The roar of the Buddhist lion, the sound is not too loud, and it is also spread in the mountains.

Countless flying insects and beasts, countless trees in the forest all shook their heads, and were shocked by Ananda's Buddhist exercises.

The voice was far away, drifting to the Buddha city twenty miles away, and the main hall of the Buddha hall was in chaos, turning Ananda's teachings upside down!

A chubby monk guarded the stone bridge, "Ananda, are you still the same, or that stubborn temper, can you help you spread the Dharma by collecting a group of vulgar things?" You're not a Buddha anymore......"

A monk dressed in tatters has just gnawed a piece of dog meat, chewing his mouth full of oil, the monk's expression of eating meat is extremely vivid, enjoying the delicious food of the world, after eating, he does not forget to take off the gourd on his waist, open the mouth of the gourd, and a stream of spring fragrant wine is poured into the throat, which is even more enjoyable;

The monk was crazy and a little stupid, "Ananda, Ananda; It's not difficult at all; My monk should have become a Buddha a long time ago, but I have to drink alcohol and eat meat every day, is it difficult for you or me? Yes? Hahaha......"

The mad monk found a big bluestone that was just enough to support himself, moved his back and lay down, yawning in the sun, with tears in the corners of his eyes that had never dried: "The Buddha said that the avenue is invisible, and the Dharma is boundless; But if the Buddha doesn't cross me, I cross myself, wine and meat pass through the intestines, can the Buddha still stay in his heart? ”

Not far from the big bluestone, Xiaobei Shami hid behind a bamboo broom, a string of prayer beads hung from his neck to his toes, his eyebrows were frowning, "Hey, Uncle Crazy is drinking again, Uncle Crazy is eating meat again, can Uncle Crazy still become a Buddha."

Xiaobei Shami's eyes looked at the sky melancholy, and his eyes showed the hesitation of a ten-year-old child who would not have been, and looked at the sky for a long time, and his little mouth was ruddy and rushed out with a sentence of "Hey, headache......

If the child can't figure it out, it's really a headache......

The old monk recites the Dharma, from the sun to the moon to the stars; The pulpit was empty, except for a few birds that had landed in the treetops, but they were all asleep.