In the main hall, in the compassionate gaze of the Buddha's statue, Xiao Cong sat opposite to the monks, upright, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Little friend wants to discuss He Chan with us today?" said the old monk in a brocade robe sitting among the monks, his tone was the same as Fang Cai's, although slowly, but it sounded very powerful and clear.

Xiao Cong raised his right hand and gently supported it,

"The guest is at his disposal, and the matter is decided by the abbot. ”

The old monk laughed a few times, and there was a little more sternness in his voice,

"Little friendship big tone, you know, although all kinds of Zen principles are the same, but it is also difficult, Buddhism in the eyes of Xiaoyou, is it so superficial and casual?"

Xiao Cong listened, on the surface he was pious and respectful, but in his heart he couldn't help but slander, saying that his family is compassionate, broad and tolerant of heaven and earth, enlightening the living souls, and not hesitating to sacrifice himself, these bald donkeys don't even understand this, and dare to say that they are monks, I really don't know which family they came out of, and what kind of law they have cultivated for so many years!

"Abbot don't misunderstand, the disciple is dedicated to goodness, for your religion has never been too much slack, the disciple does not think that he has the qualifications to participate in Zen with the masters, this time, after all, it is still to learn, and the disciple thinks, the masters have insight into the details, in the spirit of enlightenment, will teach the disciples some valuable things, not to embarrass the disciples, so ...... If the disciple has a mistake in his words before, I hope that the master will not mind. ”

As he spoke, he bowed slightly and bowed.

The old monk sat there still motionless, but his tone sounded a little softer,

Xiaoyou's words are sincere, the poor monk already understands, since Xiaoyou dares to come here, he must still have some understanding of Zen Taoism, so the discussion still has to be carried out, forget it, let the poor monk come up with the question. ”

Xiao Cong bowed again,

"Thank you, Abbot. ”

The old monk pondered for a moment and said:

"Then please talk to me about the true colors and emptiness of Zen Dao, Xiaoyou, please. ”

Xiao Cong had never seen such a battle, and he didn't know what kind of procedure the so-called reference was going through, so he couldn't talk about it for a while, so he was in a hurry and said:

"Master, please. ”

Next to the old monk, a fat monk wearing a flaming robe with a fat head and big ears like Maitreya no longer shirked, and slowly spoke:

"Emptiness is not different from color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, we think that everything in this world is an illusion, there is no sense, the five aggregates are empty, all the laws are empty, so everything is not to seek, it is not worth asking, the cultivation of living beings is all kind, in the end it is just a mirror, a thousand autumns are like a dream, so we are willing to be silent in the eyes of the world's notorious valley of forgetfulness, as the Buddha said, I don't go to hell who goes to hell, depending on all evil and do not move, my nature is natural, only for liberation, what do you think?"

Xiao Cong bowed to the fat monk and said:

"The disciple thinks that what the master said is very reasonable, but for this, the disciple has other ideas, I wonder if the master can allow the disciple to elaborate?"

The fat monk's swollen eyelids were always drooping, and his tone was calm:

"Little friend, it's okay to talk about it, I'll listen to you. ”

Xiao Cong straightened up again and sat upright,

"The disciple believes that the color and emptiness in Zen theory, in the final analysis, is still in the heart, whether it is a cultivator or a mortal, no matter when and where, as long as the true and true Buddha, in the end can be liberated, all the true or false in this world The disciple does not dare to say, but as long as he can throw away all things in his heart, the soul is natural, he is invincible, there is no thought in the heart, he is at ease, since he has no thought in his heart, then the truth or falsehood of everything in this world is meaningless, and the ultimate meaning of Zen finally falls on a wordless, completely emptying one's own existence, so as to achieve the true sense of the will, so, it is the nature of Tibet, sois the truth of ultimate nirvana. ”

"From the perspective of Xiaoyou, how can you do what you want and realize the truth of great freedom?" Although the fat monk was still motionless, listening to his voice, his mood had some obvious ups and downs.

Xiao Cong replied calmly:

"This heart does not move, it responds to its heart. ”

I don't think this comes from Buddhism. ”

"All laws are empty, so all laws are clear. ”

The fat monk's eyebrows finally trembled slightly,

"If the heart doesn't move, won't that person die?"

Xiao Congqiang held back a smile, maybe the fat monk didn't know what a stupid question he asked at this time as a monk,

"Born as Tai Chi, the heart and brain correspond, this heart does not move, so there is no initiative, the line changes with events, changes are impermanent, so there is no fear and no obstacles, and the world is born. ”

The fat monk couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and it was passed in the huge and empty hall, which was clear to his ears, he turned his head and exchanged glances with the old monk, and then, all the monks stood up, folded their hands and bowed to Xiao Cong, and the old monk said:

"Xiaoyou learns the Tao and participates in Buddhism, and understands it thoroughly, and the attainments that have been withdrawn from it are indeed above us, with a wide range of remarks, without omissions, it is really embarrassing for us, this time I participated, and Xiaoyou won. ”

Such an easy victory was really beyond Xiao Cong's expectations, and the words he had just thought of were still lingering in his mind, but the eloquent talk that made him very nervous was declared over, and he couldn't help but be in a trance for a while, and then hurriedly stood up, returned the salute to the old monk, and said flatteredly:

"How dare a disciple be so praised by the master, the so-called participation, how can there be any win or loss, the disciple can win the master's sacred heart, it is just a fluke. ”

The old monk smiled slightly,

"Xiaoyou don't have to be modest, once you participate, I Lefan pulpit loses, as for the things that Xiaoyou entrusted before, according to the rules of Lefan pulpit, if Xiaoyou is willing to join Lefan pulpit, Lefan pulpit helps, without Xiaoyou being suspected, you can save Xiaoyou's robe, if Xiaoyou is unwilling to join Lefan pulpit, the master next to me will take his disciples to help you. ”

Xiao Cong's face was embarrassed, and when he couldn't make a decision, suddenly a voice came into Zhihai, it was an old Taoist priest,

"It's enough to have Gukong and his disciples, and you don't need to join the Lefan pulpit. ”

Xiao Cong raised his head, folded his hands and bowed,

"The disciple's knowledge is mixed, quite unstable, and there is already a faint sign of going mad, and now joining your land, I am afraid that it will bring ominous information to your land, so this matter is still the disciple to completely stabilize and talk about it. ”

The old monk nodded,

"From the moment you came in, I have already found that your soul is indeed a little different from others, and it seems to be mixed with something special. ”

Xiao Cong smiled slightly, his little face was a little sad,

"The disciple is a master of the Ximu Sect, but it's a pity that he ...... Alas, it's a pity that after only three months of practicing with the master, the master was plotted and passed away suddenly, but one day as a teacher and a father for life, the feeling of enlightenment is unforgettable, since I have inherited the mantle of the master, I should carry forward his thoughts, this time I came to the Valley of Forgotten Life, just to find the relics left by the master back then. ”

The old monk shook his head and sighed, and said with a little sadness:

"It turns out that Xiaoyou is actually the proud son of the Ximu Sect, no wonder a remark can convince my heart, so the weirdness in you also makes sense. ”

"This is the Master's will, and it is also an important idea that the Master has always adhered to during his lifetime, so the disciples have been learning everything, and they want to mix their own new methods in the old methods of the former sages, but they never imagined that they would make themselves like this. Xiao Cong explained casually.

The old monk nodded,

Since Xiaoyou is a member of the Ximu Sect and is determined to go out, the poor monk will no longer be strong. ”

After a pause, he continued:

"However, the Lefan pulpit still has to abide by the rules set at the beginning, I have already told the fox Langpo before, she is willing to keep the life of Xiaoyou Pao Ze first, until you go to her, with the ability to rescue your Paoze, although this matter has a reason to come forward, but this is because he lost the discussion with Xiaoyou, and went voluntarily in his personal name, so it does not involve the grievances between the Thousand Fox Cave and the Lefan Forum, whether you can come out alive or not, it depends on you, the poor monk said this, don't say more, Xiaoyou will go back. ”

Xiao Cong bowed again,

"Abbot Xie, the disciple takes his leave. ”

After saying that, he turned his head and left, and after taking a few steps, he returned to his body.