In the autumn rain at night, with desolation, knock on the eaves quietly,

and slipped down with the slope of the roof of the ancient house,

Drop by drop, it shattered on the stone steps in front of the door to avoid the water, and bloomed white flowers.

In the originally silent room, the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly sounded.

The voice obviously did not use any power, but it contained an indescribable magic that could make people feel at ease and meditate.

A simple sentence, read by others, and read by that voice, will be a completely different result.

Others read the words...

The voice reads the meaning...

Others are parrots, reading what they see.

The sound was like a divine hand waving away the clouds in the sky, just like a clear moon hanging in the sky, making people sink into it inextricably.

Inside the house, the two wolf demons had already closed their eyes, and with the guidance of this voice, they were led to the Pure Land, and their hearts were at peace... Many places that have not been enlightened have been loosened.

Outside...

Outside the back fence, there were still people.

The dim light outlines the outline of an ascetic.

The dervish saluted in front of him with his right hand, and held a Zen staff in his left, and wore straw sandals, and between his legs was so heavily shackled that he could never stride too far.

He wears a hat on his head,

At this time, the rain was falling down the hat, some directly on the wet mud with some dead grass roots, and some on the mottled twelve tin rings of the Zen staff that drooped from all directions.

In this world, any monk who can use a Zen rod has, to some extent, a power or reputation that is recognized by the world.

But these are precisely the things that true monks don't need.

A true monk asks for nothing but positive results.

Strength is just taken by the way, relying on it, so that we can go further and see more.

If it is necessary to give up one's strength to achieve positive results, then I am afraid that every true monk will not hesitate to agree.

This dervishew is like a bronze statue on a rainy night, standing still outside the fence, as motionless as a mountain.

He met the two wolf demons on the way, for fear that the demons would harm people, so he followed them all the way.

But now that the wolf demon has entered the mortal house and has bared its fangs, this dervishew should have made a move...

That's what he's here for.

However, the dervishes did not move.

Because, he... Listening to the scriptures.

The scripture is not long, and after about a stick of incense, it has been recited completely.

The two wolf demons raised their heads and found that the young man, who was obviously just an ordinary person, was still sitting in the dark, like a brilliant sun, extremely bright.

I don't know why...

At this time, the mood of the two demons has changed greatly, and the evil thoughts when they came have tormented the hearts of the two demons.

They knelt on the ground with their heads down, and a head of black hair that had been transformed fell from their temples, fluttering with the trembling and torment in their hearts at this time.

In the darkness, there was a loud gasp of breath, and the two demons were indulging in the flames of sinful karma, and the illusion of hell and the boundless sea of suffering were born in front of them, and they could not extricate themselves and liberation, so their hearts were shaken.

They never imagined that this would happen just by listening to a scripture.

Da...

Da...

Da...

The sound of soft footsteps sounded, and their hearts beat with the footsteps.

Then, the two demons felt that a large hand was covered on the top of their heads.

Large hands gently stroked their hair.

A voice like an initiation came from the darkness above:

"Do many good deeds. ”

These four words were like a life-saving straw falling in front of the two demons, and they broke free from the burning karma.

With that big hand on top of their heads, the two demons felt extremely relieved inexplicably.

The flame of sinful karma, the illusion of hell, is slowly disappearing, and the shaking mind is slowly stabilizing.

And in this violent shock, they only felt that their souls were washed, and when they opened their eyes, they only felt much quieter.

Where did the two wolf demons who turned into women not know that they had encountered great power, although this Danone looked like an ordinary human being, but this kind of miracle must be powerful.

So, the two demons hurriedly kowtowed, bowed, and then respectfully and slowly retreated.

Peace was restored to the house.

Xia Ji sat in the house of the autumn rain, quietly waiting for Miaomiao's return.

Before long, he heard footsteps, the crisp sound of shackles clashing, and the clatter of metal rings.

The footsteps were not hurried, and soon arrived at the door.

There was silence for a moment, and then there was a knock at the door.

"The monks passed through here and wanted to go inside to take shelter from the rain. ”

Xia Ji heard the voice, and there was a realization in his heart that "it was really so".

Amitabha Buddha in his previous life must have also encountered the wolf demon, but Amitabha Buddha had not grown up at that time, and it was impossible for him to deal with the wolf demon with his own ability...

And the monks who came knocking on the door at this time explained the problem.

This is likely to be a strong Buddhist man, who saw a wolf demon on the road, and was afraid of causing trouble, so he followed.

After that, it is not known whether "Amitabha Buddha was favored by the presiding officer of a large temple" has anything to do with this ascetic.

However, Xia Ji heard the words of this ascetic, but did not answer.

Because he understood that this dervishma had not come here to shelter from the rain, but had just listened to him reciting the scriptures, and wanted to meet him and see if there was any chance of enlightenment.

If you are sheltered from the rain, you can enter the house.

If you ask for the way, you can't.

So, instead of answering, he sat quietly in front of the bench, concentrated, as if he had forgotten the person outside the door.

The ascetic only asked, but did not ask a second time, but took three steps back, stood in the autumn rain, and let the autumn rain wash his body.

An hour later.

In the ordinary thatched hut, the young man's calm voice finally came.

"You've been standing in the rain, what do you want?"

The ascetic was stunned for a moment, but said frankly: "The monks have sought the Tao so far, and they want to go inside to avoid the rain." ”

The young man's voice floated from the house: "The gods have worked hard to achieve supreme enlightenment, and they have spent their entire lives in poverty, or they have nothing to gain, and if you only seek the Dharma of this great path with ordinary determination, I think it will be in vain. ”

The dervish smiled slightly, and suddenly with a sudden burst of strength, his right hand was directly cut off in half and fell into the rain.

His face was not painful or painful, as if the body was not his.

Then, he bent down and picked up the severed arm, and said softly: "The monk has already cut off one of his own arms." ”

Only then came a voice from the house: "Excuse me." ”

The dervish stood in the rain of the night, was silent for a moment, and said word by word: "My heart has never been at peace, I beg you to be at ease with me." ”

A voice floated from the house: "Take out your heart and let me install it for you." ”

The sound itself is a hidden source of infinite tranquility.

It seems that everything between heaven and earth has been settled.

There is no more hustle and bustle, only the people in this door, and the people outside the door.

If it were a normal conversation, this dervishew would never have cared...

But at this time, in this seemingly simple and bizarre conversation between the two, there is an infinite Zen machine hidden.

Therefore, the ascetic showed a painful look and said: "I have been in the red dust for twenty years, tirelessly, and only ask my heart... But I can't ask for it, and I can't see it. ”

When his words fell, he showed a look of anticipation...

Because, just after listening to a scripture, he knew that there was a master in this room who was well versed in Buddhism.

As a result, it is not a drink and a peck, all of which are fixed.

He followed this fixed number and this opportunity to ask this question.

Long...

Six words slowly came out of the house:

"I'm at peace with you. ”

The ascetic was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, these six words were like nine heavenly thunderbolts, bombarding the shackles in his heart.

The clouds dispersed and the smog opened.

What Hongchen couldn't ask for for twenty years, but once he realized it.

When the head is drunk, the initiation is nothing more than this.

Long...

The dervish knelt down on his knees, put his staff aside, and bowed his head reverently, "Thank you." ”