Ziyi dialed the abacus, plus and minus a total of twenty-seven taels and three coins of silver. Depressed, I bought one hundred and twenty pieces of silk in Huaiyang and transported them to Ruyin. Who knew that Ruyin's silk was cheaper, and he had to pay fifty taels to make a move. There was no way, and then to the south, it was Shouchun. Yes, this time I saw the silk nest. Originally, half of the goods imported in Huaiyang were woven here, and the export was returned to the domestic market, and it reached the place of origin. A total of one hundred and sixty taels will be paid. Whoever is afraid of whom, the business that loses money will never be done. All the way through the county, two thousand miles of water and land wharves to run through. Finally arrived in Jiujiang. Hehe, fortunately, the price of silk here is slightly higher, and I finally sold a little lower than the purchase price. Not counting the freight, there are more than 20 taels.

This silk trade was messed up, and Ziyi did not give up, and heard that Huangmei County is rich in famous tea and Han green. It is expected that this time it will be shipped to Yangzhou, and it will not lose money.

Wang Yuanzhi secretly laughed at this girl's addiction to business. Although Yangzhou does not produce tea, it is close to Wu County and Yuhang County in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a tea town, and it is expected that tea will not be expensive. It can really be said that the interlacing is like a mountain, strictly speaking, the two salt gods are at most half a salt seller. Fiddling with silk tea leaves is a tuition fee. It's just that it's easy to talk on the road with a large number of goods, so that the monks won't find it all at once.

Without waiting for the vacation to be over, on the second day, Wang Yuanzhi took the purple clothes and crossed the river with the pilgrims, and went to Huangmei Temple to find out the bottom first. It's best to meet with Master Hongnin in private. Otherwise, the monks of Huangmei do not practice martial arts, but there are definitely more monks in the courtyard than in Shaolin. There are more than 5,000 monks in the whole temple!

The two dressed up as a husband and wife who repaid their vows, traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, and only then did they see the temple at noon. I went to Huangmei Town at the foot of the mountain to eat, borrowed a big car, and loaded all the monk shoes and monk clothes in purple clothes to prepare for almsgiving. To be honest, Wang Yuanzhi is a little too bold, if he is recognized by the monks, he will really worry about his life. But think about it again, if the Buddha kills the Taoist Sect, hehe, then the world will really be in chaos.

Zen Buddhism, starting from Bodhidharma, in Shaolin Temple there are heirs of the Dharma disciples Hui Ke, Dao Yu, etc., monk can be passed on again. The disciple of Chan is the Taoist faith. The disciple of the faith, Hongren, established the Dongshan method and was the five ancestors of Zen Buddhism. And his eldest disciple Shenxiu is also a well-known monk.

Listening to Wang Yuanzhi talk about the genealogy of Zen Buddhism, Ziyi asked: "There have been five generations, what generation of Taoist sects are you?"

This can be the Ziyang Dazhen asked, and after thinking for a long time, he told the truth: The Taoist priest of the world opened his mouth and the Yellow Emperor closed his mouth Lao Zhuang. In fact, the ancestors told three Zhang! The real ancestor was the heavenly master Zhang Ling, and then the son of the earth master Zhang Heng, and then the grandson of the teacher Zhang Lu. Then the Three Kingdoms became chaotic, and the Taoist state founded by Zhang Lu, Han China, was destroyed by Cao Cao. For hundreds of years, there were many people in the Daomen, killing officials and rebelling, and the Daoists died in the sword soldiers. Intermittently, how many generations are down, it's not a casual nonsense.

At this time, there was a car accident in front. A novice drove a donkey up the hill, and somehow several bags of brown rice were sprinkled on the ground. The little novice was not in a hurry and slowly cleaned up. But I was so happy that a large flock of birds and finches were flying up and down, desperately grabbing food.

Wang Yuanzhi wanted to go up and help, but who knew that the little novice simply sat cross-legged among the birds and finches and meditated and participated in meditation! The birds were so bold that they actually stood on his lap and shoulder.

I only heard the little novice sing: The lazy donkey sprinkles rice and the birds are happy, and the novice will go back to the temple to suffer hunger. Good men and women come to give alms, and the bird's nest is high and the Buddha's head is low.

Wang Yuanzhi laughed when he heard this: Little monk, just give a little charity to the finch, do you have to give a clean charity and starve the big monk and the old monk to death?

The little novice stood up and saluted: The benefactor did not know that the brown rice was about to be transported back for the land and water almsgiving conference in two days' time. Sooner or later, it will be in the mouth of the beast, and sooner or later, it will be more or less tight.

Wang Yuanzhi said: This temple is really wide.

He casually asked: Dare to ask the little master's Dharma name? Which eminent monk is the abbot now?

The little novice replied: The little monk Huineng has not yet been ordained. The master of this temple is very old, and now he is the first great monk of Shenxiu to preside.

Wang Yuanzhi asked while helping him pack up the grain: Master Huineng, wouldn't it be better to give this rice to the poor?

Yang Ziyi also began to tease the little monk: Xianggong, you are talking nonsense again, if it is peaceful today, every family has endless surplus grain for three or five years, where are the poor people? Even the birds and beasts in the mountains and fields are fed in vain.

Xiao Shami laughed: There are naturally many poor people, but the monks give alms on behalf of others, and the monks have to do whatever the donor says to give to whom, so how can they call the shots at will?

As he spoke, the dozens of finches had almost eaten, and they all flew away with a hula. The three men had just tied their pockets and put them back on the donkey's back. I felt that the sky was dark, like a dark cloud covering the sun. Looking at the sky, even Wang Yuanzhi gasped, and it turned out that thousands of birds and birds were gathered overhead. It doesn't matter yet, the point is that some sticky stuff is raining down. Huineng was also scared, so he ran away with the donkey. Ran straight back to the temple before the birds stopped chasing, and then saw that Huineng and the donkey seemed to crawl out of the dung pit. It's so "talented".

The birds finally left, and Wang Yuanzhi and Yang Ziyi climbed out of the carriage, they were really afraid! Fortunately, Wang Yuanzhi reacted quickly, put his robe on his head, covered the purple clothes, fought and retreated, and finally turned into the cart. In the end, only one dress was glorified.

Let's not mention the Taoist sect to avoid the bombing. It is said that the little novice Hui can drive the donkey to the kitchen and report to the steward monk 1510. Naturally, he was punished again. The monks had finished their evening classes, and he was still cooking rice in the kitchen by himself. This night, if you want to make the breakfast of the monks of the whole temple tomorrow, it will cost at least more than 300 catties. When it passed, it was still earth-shattering, Huineng was doing a sore back, and only heard an old voice: Huineng, what are you doing?

Hui Neng saw Master Hongren standing alone on crutches by his side, and said busily: Brown rice.

Hongren shook his head slightly: Take another look.

Huinengdao: It is indeed brown rice, Huineng does not dare to deceive.

Hongren sighed: Eight months of hard work have been in vain......

Huineng heard the words and responded: Master, brown rice can lick out a snow-white heart. Can people too?

Hongren turned around to leave, but turned around and said: Try it......

The old monk paced into the courtyard, but saw a young man and woman waiting for him.

The man greeted him with a salute: In the next day, meet the fifth Buddha, the great Zen master Hongren.

Hongren couldn't see his face with the indoor light on his back, and quickly returned the salute with one palm and said: Zhang Beijia personally went up the mountain to give alms, and it was hard work. Do you have the leisure to go to the Autumn Wind Pavilion in the back mountain with Lao Qu to talk about the southeast, northwest, and Zhongyue wind?

Zhang Riyongdao: I can't ask for it.

Of course, this daily use is a pseudonym for Zhang Haichao. Because it is intended to be used for only one day, it is called "daily use". It's really sitting and changing your name, standing up and changing your surname.

The Autumn Wind Pavilion was behind the temple, climbing hundreds of steps, and Wang Yuanzhi Yang Ziyi finally helped the great Zen master to the stone bench. scolded in his heart: This old guy just met and put the poor road on the table. You can go somewhere else, but you have to climb the mountain in the middle of the night. You old arms and legs, I am afraid you haven't been up for many years.

But this place is really quiet, far away, the sound of Huineng rice came, intermittent, but also peaceful and peaceful.

Wang Yuanzhi, Yang Ziyi, and the old monk Hongren looked at it from afar, although it was midsummer, he also felt the autumn air in this pavilion.

Wang Yuanzhi sighed: There is Buddha spirit.

Hongren smiled: There is a way.

Wang Yuanzhi asked: Dare to ask the master, what is a Buddha? What is the meaning of "Zen"?

Hongren laughed softly: The old man has begged Buddha to participate in Zen all his life, but he can't say a reason when he comes to his mouth, so let Zhang stop laughing...... Listen to the sound of the little novice......

A 16-year-old little monk went to pack rice before dawn and came back in the afternoon, and was severely punished by the great monk for no reason, and he didn't eat dinner, and he was still cooking rice in the middle of the night! Listen, is he anxious? Is he hateful? Is he angry? Is he crying? No, no, no. This is the Buddha, this is the Zen.

This is the three realms of Zen Buddhism! I really can't imagine that the old disciple Shenxiu's skills for decades are not fasting, and this teenage little novice has reached the realm of sitting and forgetting!

Wang Yuanzhi laughed when he heard this, and said for a moment: "Heartfasting, sitting and forgetting, Chao Che, Master Hongren can really laugh! Not to mention the first two layers, this Chao Che is obviously the essence of my Taoism. In the Zhuangzi, it says:

It is also easy to tell the talents of saints in the way of saints. I still keep it and tell it, three days, and then I can go out of the world, I have been outside the world, I keep it for seven days, and then I can be outside, I have been outside things, I keep it for nine days, and then I can be outside, and then I can go to the outside, and then I can see the independence, and then I can see the independence, and then I can see the unique, and then I can enter into immortality and immortality.

How can this Chao Che become the highest state of your Zen Buddhism, master, you have to give an explanation to the poor Tao today.

Hongren laughed secretly in his heart, you kid admit that he is a Taoist sect, then he is shameless for a moment: What is it? But Lao Qu also asked the Taoist master to remember that it is Taoism, not Taoism! Wang Zhenren's lineage can only be traced back to three Zhang! far-fetched Taoism.

I Zen Buddhism comprehends the realm of Taoism, what does it matter to your Taoism?

Wang Yuan said in his heart: I thought that Poor Dao was thick-skinned enough, but who knew that it was a little tender, and I met my opponent today! Okay, Poor Dao will fight you for 300 rounds.