In the bustling city of Los Angeles, there is a small cloth shop that is inconspicuous.

The business of this cloth shop is good, because the quality of the cloth dyed by the boss is very good, the people are kind, and the proprietress is also ingenious. And there is a young man at this point, who seems to be a monk and a layman, because at the beginning, it was always the donor who called someone else. This young man is very good-looking, and there are many girls in the city who have taken a fancy to this young man, and there are even some young ladies from aristocratic families. But the young man only politely refused, and never crossed the line.

On this day, the owner of the cloth shop drank, the young man accompanied him to drink tea, and the proprietress prepared snacks on the side.

"Zen Kong, you really don't think about the second miss of the Chen family, people are beautiful women, and I don't want you to be rich, I have face inside, and people are also born water spirits, if this were me, I would have ...... a long time ago "The owner of the cloth shop was hit on the head by the ginger flying out of the kitchen, and he screamed for the rest of his life. "No, Uncle Wu, I'm still young. "The young man is no longer a monk, and this is the only excuse for this kind of thing. "Not young, not young, Uncle Wu, when I was as old as you, your Aunt Wu was already married. "Do you still want to eat?" "Yes, yes!"

"You said that your name came from, Bu Chankong, Bu Zenkong, no matter how you hear it, you look like a monk. Bu Chankong smiled, "I just think that others always say that Buddha Zen is empty, but I don't think so, so it's called non-Zen emptiness." "It doesn't matter, anyway, you have a good temperament and a good face. Bu Chankong took a sip of tea, "Uncle Wu, don't make fun of me." "Drink, drink, you drink tea. The two chatted for a while, and finally went their separate ways.

On this day, a strange scholar suddenly came to the cloth shop.

The scholar carried a bookbasket on his back and slowly walked into the cloth shop. The first time Uncle Wu saw him, he was surrounded by a temperament as warm as water. "Excuse me, is Buzenkong there?" Uncle Wu was stunned for a moment, then reacted that he was looking for someone, and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, Zenkong, someone is looking for you." ”

Zenkong came in from the backyard of the cloth shop, his sleeves rolled up high, this is dyeing cloth. "Uncle Wu, what's the matter?" Then the scholar took out a piece of silver from the bookbasket and handed it to Uncle Wu. "I want to talk to Bu Chankong, and I hope Uncle Wu can agree. Seeing such a big ingot of silver, Uncle Wu's eyes were a little straight, although Uncle Wu immediately sobered up, he still accepted the silver. Uncle Wu looked at the scholar and looked very weak, so he waved his fist. "Don't bully Zen Kong, otherwise you will look good. After saying that, he walked to the backyard and continued the unfinished work of Zen Kong.

Zen Kong took the scholar to the upstairs room, this is where Zen Kong lived, the furnishings are very simple, only some flowers and plants and the most basic daily necessities.

The scholar and Zenkong sat down, and Zenkong spoke directly, "I don't know Shi... What is the reason why my brother wants to talk to me, but if it is a matchmaker, I really don't have any idea. The scholar smiled, "That's really sorry for your good skin, but I'm not here to be a matchmaker, I'm here to add fuel to the fire." ”

When Chankong heard this, he felt very puzzled, "What kind of waves, what kind of waves, what kind of waves?" The scholar took out a book from the book basket, "Do you know that because of your departure, the temple you used to have is now the largest Buddhist gate near Los Angeles?" But Brother Tai actually knows so much, the origin is not simple, right?"

The scholar waved his hand, "This is a digression, now, it's the main topic." The scholar stared at Zen Kong, "Why don't the monks eat meat?" Zen Kong was stunned again, "Naturally, I can't bear to kill." "What do the monks eat?" "Aren't flowers and trees life?" Zen Kong paused, "After all, there is a difference. The scholar's eyes were sharp, staring at Zen Kong, "The difference, is it that they won't scream when they die of pain?" Zen Kong's eyes widened, froze for a moment, and became a little cringe, "Although the flowers and trees have spirits, they are unconscious, so they shouldn't hurt." The scholar slapped the case and threw the book in his hand on Zenkong's face, "Then what do you look at?"

Zen Kong couldn't care about the pain on his face, and turned the page of the book, "The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year. Outside Los Angeles, flowers are blooming. ......"This, this, this is a ghost, how can it be counted." "Smack, smack, smack. The scholar applauded, and then a brush flew out of the book basket, and then a boy turned out of the brush, "This is the pen spirit." The scholar waved a few strokes at the flowers and plants in the empty room, and several young boys and girls appeared from them, "This is the spirit of plants." If they bloom, they will also give birth to the flower spirit you just saw in the book. ”

Zenkong looked at all this in front of him in surprise, and couldn't make a sound for a long time. Seeing that he didn't answer, the scholar continued to speak, "The morning fungus doesn't know the obscurity, the cockroach doesn't know the spring and autumn, they have a short life, but their life is still full of meaning, you deprive them of their lives, although it is nature and you can't blame you, but what is the reason that makes you think of yourself as superior?"

Chankong grabbed his head with both hands at this time, and he was already in great pain, but the scholar's mouth did not stop, and even leaned into Chankong's ear, "If you don't go through the hell and evil ghosts, you won't become a Buddha." Why don't you become a Buddha? Isn't it a good thing to become a Buddha? What did the king of Jizo discover?" The scholar walked around the Zen sky and kept talking to himself, "There are all good people in this world, but are there still evil people?

"Everyone in the world knows that beauty is beauty, evil is evil, everyone knows good, and not good. There is no mutual birth, difficulty and ease are also mutually beneficial, the length of the punishment is also the same, the superior and the inferior are also the same, the sound of the phase is also harmonious, the successive are with each other, and the constant is also. It is a saint who does nothing, teaches without words, and all things are done and the Buddha begins, and the Buddha lives for the sake of success. The husband is the one who lives in the Ephesus, and the one who goes to the Ephesus. ”

The scholar recited a fragment of the Tao Te Ching and slowly left the cloth shop, leaving Zenkong alone to ponder painfully.

Later, Zenkong went downstairs to help Uncle Wu work, and Uncle Wu didn't find any changes in Zenkong, any difference, because he didn't change at all, just the same as usual.

Out of curiosity, Uncle Wu asked him what the scholar had told him, it was worth so much money. Chankong smiled, "He didn't say anything, he just accepted the money from the Chen family, and he just wanted to talk about the matchmaker." Seeing that his attitude was so relaxed, Uncle Wu asked, "Then did you agree?" Chankong turned his head, "Miss Chen's silver is worth it, and the people who invited him think it's worth more silver, and besides, I'm almost moved." ”

Uncle Wu scratched his head. "Scholars are different, casually earning the money that I can earn in a few days, and it is convincing, and I will let my son study hard when I have money in the future." Zenkong smiled, "Even if you study, you may not be able to reach his level." It's a pity, a Buddha is a Buddha. ”