"Senior Brother Miaoyan insisted that I have any strange treasures in Fuhu Temple, but I don't know what evidence there is?" But seeing behind the Zen Master of Fuhu Temple, a middle-aged monk suddenly shouted, and without waiting for Miaoyan to speak, his tone was quite disdainful: "I am a monk, where is there any treasure or no treasure in my eyes, the so-called knowledge of truth is emptiness." Knowing the vulgar is falsehood. Knowing the middle is the middle view. Senior Brother Miaoyan called a treasure word, which is a look. We and other monks, even if the mountains of gold and silver are piled up in front of them, they are like dung!

As soon as this person spoke, Zen Master Guanyue nodded slightly and said with a smile: "What the senior brother said is good, and the monks should be like this." What is not treasured, it is just an empty word. There should be no such distinction in the eyes of the monks. ”

Many of the monks of Fuhu Temple around nodded yes.

Xiao Lei saw the middle-aged monk who was talking at a glance, his face was solemn and solemn, but he couldn't help but smile secretly.

It turned out that he recognized this man. When Xiao Lei went up the mountain for the second time, it was this monk who brought the Yuejia Yuejing Yueshan to the Xiaoyao faction to find him. Although this monk looks solemn, he is actually quite cunning. At this moment, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and when he instigated himself and Qinglingzi to go down the mountain, it was nothing more than trying to deceive himself and Qinglingzi out of Mount Emei, among which he was selfish, how could Xiao Lei not know? This monk was so cunning that day, but at this moment, his face pretended to be an awe-inspiring and inviolable monk, which was really funny.

Thinking of this, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked Yuxuzi, "Hey, Tiantai Temple." What kind of temple is it? Have you heard of it?" he lowered his voice, and with a flick of his hand, the slightest fluctuation silently enveloped the two of them in it, blocking out all movement. When the two of them talked, they naturally couldn't hear it below.

Yu Xuzi frowned, and said coldly: "Tiantai Temple? I seem to have heard of it, and it is not a famous sect. However, this Fuhu Temple, on Emei Mountain, is really faintly authentic Buddhism, known as the first Emei Buddhism, worthy of the name, how can it be bullied by a Tiantai Temple?"

Xiao Lei pouted: "Just look at it." ”

After listening to what the other party said, the monk Miaoyan of Tiantai Temple laughed and asked first: "May I ask which senior monk of your temple gave the speech, and which one is the first of the hall?"

The middle-aged monk hung his head: "The poor monk is observing." It is the title of managing some troublesome mundane affairs in the temple and the title of a monk. I dare not be ashamed. The poor monk does not understand any advanced Zen principles, the second is not a host, and the third does not understand what treasures are not treasures.

He spoke unceremoniously, and these few words were almost equivalent to pointing at the other party's nose and scolding. Tiantai Temple Miaoyan's face suddenly turned red. He was originally red-faced, but at this moment, his heart was angry, and his face suddenly turned red as if he was about to drip blood, and he snorted heavily: "Master Perception has sharp words, this is the way of sophistry, not the right way. ”

Guan Jue didn't care about so much, and said lightly: "This is strange, the little monk is free to practice in the temple, and he didn't go to other temples to ask for any treasures." He didn't even block the gate of other mountains, is this a trick?"

Miao Yan was immediately furious and was about to scold. The black-faced monk next to him snorted lightly, and Miao Yan listened to his voice, and immediately let out a heavy breath, daring to get angry again, as if he was afraid of the black-faced monk.

After thinking about it, he reined in his anger, regained his smile on his face, his expression returned to normal, and said with a slight smile: "The monk of your temple has a sharp tongue, and the poor monk has been taught." It's just that treasure word, but it's still debatable. It is true that as the Master of Meditation said, we and other monks naturally don't pay attention to what kind of gold and beauty are in our eyes. It is a thing of the laity, but I have a cloud: the country is called a treasure. Becoming a monk is also known as a treasure. Besides, my disciples of Buddhism should also know the Three Treasures of Buddhism!"

After a pause, he had a smile on his face, not irritable, not hurried and said slowly: "Besides, the poor monk knows, even if we are monks, if we talk about the so-called gold, pearls, beautiful jade, and other common treasures, if we think of bias, we think that they are useless things, and they are also extreme, not the great road of Buddhism! Trade must be used to make use of it. The cause of the internal solution is restored. It will be easy to appear. Solve everything in the past. And the trade line does everything. The beads are inexhaustible, and the trade is endless. Therefore, it is necessary to listen more to the function of the treasure. Since the Buddha said so, then this mortal treasure is not a useless thing, but it must be used to the fullest!"

He beat him again and again, and the Buddha in his mouth was full of clouds, and what Zen he said, although it was quite a bit of quibble, but in detail, it was impossible to refute it after all.

The contemplative monk was also speechless. I couldn't speak.

Although he is more flexible than the other pedantic monks in the temple, he is also a monk after all, and if he wants to refute in public that the Buddha is wrong, he will never dare to say it. It's Xiao Lei above, although he knows too much what this Miaoyan monk said, but he just saw that this guy was still angry just now, and he looked like he was cross-eyed, and his face changed in an instant, and he was steady. The ability to change his face with this hand alone made Xiao Lei greatly admired.

"This is the real shamelessness to arrive home, this ability, although the master is pretentious, is far from it! The so-called thick skin is invisible, and the heart is black and colorless! High! It's really high!"

Monk Miaoyan said something, and everyone was silent, but he was also a little proud, his eyes slowly scanned, and he smiled: "I don't know what you think the little monk said?"

"Amitabha!" "Amitabha!" said in a loud voice to the abbot of Fuhu Temple, Guanyue: "Master Miaoyan eloquently argues, this way of sophistry, I think I can't wait." He stubbornly cites the word "sophistry", which is to mock the other party, but it is just relying on erudition and extensive knowledge to forcibly distort the sophistry of Buddhist scriptures.

"Treasure or not, that is naturally a different statement, and it cannot be generalized. If we can get a hand-scrolled scripture of our predecessors, we will naturally regard it as a treasure. If there is a relic of a monk who has passed away from his predecessors, he should set up a stupa and hide it. This is the treasure of my Buddhist family. Guanyue said in a low voice: "I just don't know what treasure Master Miaoyan came from afar, what treasure he is seeking? If it is a few scriptures, although it is a unique book, my Buddha's compassion is beyond the world, and we dare not hide it without revealing it, and a few scriptures are also willing to do it." ”

"Hahaha......" Na Miaoyan laughed a few times, and said coldly: "The scriptures, the rooftop of this temple is Zen Buddhism, although there are not many scriptures, there are still thousands of volumes, and they will not come all the way to ask for it." Did Master Moon Gaze send us away with such words?"

"Then what do you say?" No matter how good Guanyue's temper is, she can't help but be a little annoyed.

"Hmph, the Zen master is angry, but he is looking. If you want me to talk about that treasure, can the Zen master let the little monk really say it in public?" Miao Yan still didn't look in a hurry.

The observer next to him immediately said: "The so-called treasure is not a treasure land, even if there is a treasure in my temple, what is the relationship with the master? If you come from afar to seek treasure, then depending on the line of Buddhist disciples, everyone will consult the Dharma together and confirm each other." It is difficult for a strong man like a master, and if he is unreasonable, it is not like he came to ask for it, but he came to rob it!"

Miao Yan sneered, but didn't answer, just smiled at the blue-faced monk next to him: "Senior brother, it seems that the senior monk of Fuhu Temple has the heart to confirm one or two with us, since others have such a Yaxing, how can we not accompany him?

The blue-faced monk nodded, slowly stood up, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Master of Enlightenment, poor monk wonderful heart, master of profound Buddhism!"

All the monks felt that the alarm clock was buzzing, as if seventeen or eighteen pots and gongs were ringing at the same time, and for a while the cultivation was slightly weaker, and they almost couldn't stand and fainted. I saw that after the blue-faced monk finished speaking, the air flow surged eastward, booming, shaking the tiles of the main hall trembling and ringing, and even a big bell behind the courtyard was shaken and made a roaring sound!

This cultivation, on the spot, the monks of Fuhu Temple still kept their minds clear, all shocked!!

The monk's face changed immediately, and he gasped when he couldn't help it.

The green-faced monk sneered twice, suddenly shook his robe, and slowly picked up a fallen leaf from the ground, three fingers on his fingertips, with a sneer on his face......

When I saw it, a golden flame flashed on the fallen leaves in my hand, and the fallen leaves were placed in the flames, but they did not burn, they were still green!

This hand is even more amazing. Guanjue knew that he was definitely not this person's opponent, so he reluctantly glanced at the abbot Guanyue.

Zen Master Guanyue sighed, slowly took a step forward, and sighed: "My Buddha is compassionate, let the poor monk teach this master's Dharma!"

After speaking, he also slowly picked up a fallen leaf, but unlike the young monk, he picked up the ground casually, but it was a withered yellow leaf. But it's not the kind of green new leaf that the young monk picked up.

The moon-watching Zen master held the leaves in his hand, and he was also smiling. But he didn't drink much, and he didn't have any luck, so a soft fire naturally burst out from his fingertips.

The flame was neither red nor golden, just a bright color, but it seemed to have a faint soft warmth. It's not like firelight, but like nourishing dead leaves.

In a moment, in the exclamation of everyone, the withered yellow leaves between the fingers of the moon-watching Zen master actually slowly turned green!

This hand is more clever than that young monk! Up and down the temple, it is very rare to see the abbot of this temple exerting his magical powers on weekdays, and when he sees it at this moment, he is all amazed!