At the end of the Liang period, the world was in turmoil, the wolf smoke was everywhere, the lives were devastated, on this day, on the ancient road in the suburbs, there was an old monk walking alone, he looked at the white bones on both sides of the road, and couldn't help but sigh, mourning how difficult it was to live.

The old monk's name is Wu Nian, since he was a child in the Lei Yan Temple to practice, the hour is quite wise, won the old Zen master in the temple, accepted it as a disciple, and awarded the Buddha truth.

When he was seven years old, the master asked him, it is necessary to practice Zen to practice Buddhism, there are five kinds of Zen, divided into foreign Zen, ordinary Zen, Hinayana Zen, Mahayana Zen, and the highest Zen, which one do you want to practice?

Without a word, the old Zen master was stunned, "I want to practice closed-mouth meditation." ”

The old Zen master brushed his sleeves and said angrily: "Those who cultivate Buddhism are the most taboo to say nonsense, that closed-mouth Zen is the most difficult to cultivate outside of the five meditations, and it takes great concentration to cultivate, how can you practice as a yellow-mouthed child." ”

"The teacher asks you again, what kind of Zen do you want to practice?"

"The disciple wants to practice closed-mouth meditation. ”

"Oh, why?" the old Zen master asked, looking at Wu Nian.

"Those who practice Buddhism must have the five aggregates empty, let go of everything, in order to become a Buddha, if they do not speak, do not seek or ask, and have nothing else in their minds, there will be no waves in their hearts, nor will they have seven emotions and six desires, five aggregates and six dusts, and they can become Buddhas if they cultivate the Buddha wholeheartedly. ”

After hearing this, the old Zen master was surprised that this words came out of the mouth of a yellow-mouthed child, and his heart was really a person with a Buddha fate, and he couldn't help but love him a little more, and his gloom dissipated, and he turned his anger into joy, and said: "That's it, it's up to you." ”

Wu Nian to the old Zen master folded his hands, bowed his head and exited the door, since then never said a word, every day in the room with the green lamp ancient Buddha accompanied, practice Buddhism, do not ask about the world, black flying rabbit go, the years are like a shuttle, a flash of sixty years has passed, Wu Nian also from a yellow-mouthed child to a twilight old monk, although the Dharma is profound, but can never be able to prove the Buddha's fruit, comprehend the true meaning of Bodhi, distressed.

And the old Zen master is more than 130 years old, the wind and candle are in his last years, and people are dying, he called Wunian to his side and said, "You have been practicing closed-mouth meditation for 60 years, can you gain something?"

Wu Nian shook his head, his face ashamed.

"Then it's better to go to the world and experience it, or maybe make some gains. The old Zen master said: "Closed-mouth meditation is extremely difficult to practice, all in one understanding of the word, the enlightenment is broken, then you will ascend to bliss, the enlightenment is not broken, you will die and turn into mud, you are gifted and intelligent, quite a wisdom root, in time, you will be able to become a Buddha." ”

Wu Nian nodded, knelt down and bowed to the old Zen master three times, to thank the teacher, three days later, the old Zen master passed away, Wu Nian went down the mountain to travel, in order to have a comprehension.

However, after going down the mountain for three years, I have seen the suffering of the world, the difficulties of sentient beings, and I have helped many people, and planted a lot of good fruits, but I have never understood it thoroughly, and I cannot understand the true meaning of the Dharma, but I gradually have waves in my heart, and I feel pity for the common people, and I have hatred for the unkindness of the way of heaven.

Wu Nian looked at the white bones on the side of the road and sighed, continued to walk, walked for about half an hour, suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and looked back, it was a group of bandits, all of them seemed to be fierce and vicious, holding swords past Wu Nian, riding forward, almost knocking Wu Nian down.

And ahead, is a village, no thoughts are not good, this gang of bandits is menacing, afraid that it will be unfavorable to the village, hurried forward, and came to the front of the village out of breath, but it was too late, only to hear the village from the miserable screams, in an instant, the whole village was slaughtered, corpses were all over the field, blood flowed like a river, like purgatory on earth.

In the troubled times, people are like ants, life is like grass mustard, thoughtless shook his head, sighed, he sat down cross-legged in the sea of corpses and blood, folded his hands, recited the mantra in his heart, and reincarnated the soul of the dead, at this time, he suddenly heard a girl crying in front of him, looked intently, only to see a six or seven-year-old girl running while crying heartbreakingly, staggering, and suddenly fell to the ground, and there were three thieves behind her with knives chasing and intimidating, taking pleasure in this, seeing the little girl was frightened to lose her soul, fell to the ground, and laughed.

Wu Nian stepped forward, helped the little girl up, and then blocked in front of the little girl, his heart, suddenly born of hatred, hatred in front of the three empty human form, but no humanity, no difference from the devil, aware of his heart waves, Wu Nian was busy reciting the Buddha in his heart, calming his heart.

"Old bald donkey, you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard's guts, dare to play tricks in front of the uncle, get out. A thief raised his eyebrows and said.

Wu Nian was motionless, still blocking in front of the little girl, and the little girl clung to the corner of Wu Nian's clothes.

"Hey, I think you want to go to the West Heaven! Uncle, I have killed countless people on weekdays, so I will do a good deed today and give you a ride. After that, the thief swung his knife and slashed at Wu Nian, but Wu Nian still didn't move, and his brows didn't wrinkle.

The knife was blocked by another bandit, "Second brother, the monks and Taoists, Xuanzhi and Xuan, it's best not to provoke them, the boss let us hurry up and hand over the looted money, let's leave quickly." ”

"Big brother, what's the hurry, our brother hasn't played enough!"

"Second brother, do you know, the rebels are about to attack Thunder City, and now they are stationed twenty miles south of the city, and the leader wants to defect to the rebels and give the money they have looted this time as a big gift, and it will be too late for us to hand it over. ”

Wu Nian listened, and his heart was shocked, the righteous army was brutal, every time they captured a city, they would burn and loot in the city, and they did all kinds of evil, it seems that Thunder City will also suffer from this calamity.

"Old bald donkey, count yourself lucky, spare you today, let me see it next time, and I will send you to the west. The thief said no words and rode away.

When the little girl saw the bandits leaving, she was shocked, but she seemed to remember something, and immediately cried with pear blossoms, "Abba is dead, and Grandma is also dead, and she was killed by the bad guys." ”

Wu Nian sighed, touched the little girl's head, and said that if it was a boy, it could still be accepted as an apprentice, but it was a girl, staying by her side, there were many inconveniences, I was afraid that it would be criticized, and there was a refutation of Buddhist teachings, but regardless of it, in this troubled world, how could she survive, how should this be good, Wu Nian was in a dilemma, followed the little girl to the house, and the little girl's father still had a breath of relief, and told him that he had a relative who lived in Linxian County, and Wu Nian set off to send her to her relatives.

After settling the little girl, Wu Nian rushed towards Thunder City non-stop, although he knew that there was hell ahead, he also wanted to go, and it was also a merit to be able to save a person.

Walked for about half a day, has been close to the thunder city, the roadside is full of people slaughtered by the righteous army, so that Wu Nian compassion, can't help but have hatred in his heart, busy reciting the Buddha's name, calm his heart, then suddenly heard a woman crying in the forest next to him, looking for the sound, saw two soldiers with red scarves on their heads, is about to plot against a young woman, the red scarf is written with two big characters - "Taiping", it is the soldiers of the righteous army.

Wu Nian stepped forward, folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and blocked in front of the two soldiers.

"Where did the old bald donkey come from, dare to spoil Lao Tzu's good deeds, I really don't know whether to live or die. A soldier scolded angrily.

And the other soldier Ding was very angry, and without saying a word, he directly slashed at Wunian with a knife, Wunian couldn't dodge, and was directly cut off an arm, and immediately the blood flowed like an infusion, and the pain was unbearable, but he endured the pain, still blocked in front of the two, and did not flinch.

"This monk is stupid in chanting scriptures!" The soldier kicked Wu Nian to the ground, laughed and threw himself at the woman, and the woman's screams of struggle reached Wu Nian's ears.

The hatred suddenly rose, the murderous intent emerged, Wu Nian opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't make a sound, and in a single thought, he almost broke the closed meditation that he had practiced for sixty years, and almost broke his own heart of cultivating Buddha.

"Let's hurry up, we have to attack the city when we are done, take Thunder City, there are so many beauties in the city and we are not at our mercy. ”

When Wu Nian heard these two vulgar words, he lost too much blood and passed out.

When he woke up again, the two soldiers had already left, the wound on his broken arm was bandaged with cloth, and the woman's clothes were disheveled, a piece of her clothes was missing, and there were still tears on her face, he looked at Wu Nian, the despair in his eyes made Wu Nian ashamed, and then he went straight to the tree, bang, blood splashed, and died on the spot.

"Why...... It will ...... like this. "What I did was right or wrong? Is it right or wrong to seek Buddha with all my heart? I have been practicing closed-mouth meditation for 60 years, but I can't save a woman because of the precepts, so is it right or wrong to practice this closed-mouth meditation?"

Wu Nian was confused, he stumbled and walked forward, the shout in front of him shook the sky, it was the righteous army attacking the city, the city gate was broken, Wu Nian saw the righteous army burning and looting in the city, saw the corpses in the city and the sea of blood, saw a little girl lying on the dead mother crying, saw a woman being humiliated, her cry pierced into Wu Nian's ears, and suddenly, the illusion broke.

It turned out that what he saw was only an illusion, the rebels were still attacking the city, the city gate was shaking, and it was in danger.

If you become a Buddha, you must not kill, let people and demons wreak havoc, if you become a Buddha, you must be hollowed out, sit and watch the suffering of the world, if you become a Buddha, you must let go and abandon all sentient beings, then this Buddha is not cultivated.

A gust of wind blew the sound of Wu Nian's clothes, he sat down cross-legged, and slowly spat out a word - "broken".

Sixty years of closed-mouth meditation, once the vows are broken, the sky is dark, the mountains collapse and the ground cracks, where the righteous army is, there are countless criss-crossing abysses, bottomless, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves is heard below, as if they want to connect with hell.

After a miserable scream, none of the rebels were spared, and they all fell into the abyss.

Saved the people of this city, even if he went to hell, he had no regrets, and he said the Buddha's name without thinking, but he saw that his feet were full of lotus flowers, his body was full of wisdom, and he rose into the air, and he became a Buddha.

At this time, I knew that the sound of "breaking" was not only my own closed Zen, but also my own heart to seek Buddha, and the Buddhist saying to let go is not to let go of sentient beings, but to let go of oneself, and let go of one's own persistent heart of seeking Buddha.

If you want to become a Buddha, you must have a Buddha heart, and the Buddha heart is a compassionate heart, and for all sentient beings, you can let go of being a monk, and if you can't let go, you can become a Buddha.

(End of story)