In the ancient temple of the mountain, the galaxy slowly rotated overhead, and the sky was already flooded with a touch of morning color.

The room that Master Xuanhua arranged for Song You was in the corner of the highest part of the mountain, and it was also a very small room, with only windows and no doors, but it was not easy to be disturbed.

The plank bed, covered with only a thin cloth, is almost indistinguishable from the absence of a mattress.

The water here is very precious, and the water on the mountain temple is even more precious, so you can't let people wash it freely, and the wind here is strong and dry, so you can't wash your face casually, otherwise the skin may crack when the wind blows. Therefore, Song You had no choice but to pour water with half a handkerchief and wipe the dust on his face casually.

Song You sat on the bed and wiped his face, and the three-flowered cat leaned on the window and poked his head out to look at the outside world.

"It's so high here!"

Sanhua Cat didn't reply.

"yes."

"It's so hot during the day and so cold at night, it's like we're walking on the mountain!"

"Sanhua Niangniang can remember it."

"Huh?"

The three-flowered cat turned abruptly to look back at him.

"This is the character and symbol here, it is the harvest of Sanhua Niangniang, and it will also become the richness of Sanhua Niangniang's life experience." Song You said calmly while wiping his face, "If Sanhua Niangniang can calm down and carefully understand the differences between it and other places, the different spiritual rhymes behind the differences, and the subtleties of it, then it will also become Sanhua Niangniang's practice." ”

After a pause, he added:

"It's the same with Yan An outside the window."

The three-flowered cat on the windowsill heard this, turned her head and looked at him stunned for a while, no one knew what the cat's little head was thinking, and after a long time she sighed, withdrew her gaze, and looked out close to the window, wanting to see the swallow standing on the eaves outside the window.

Nature is invisible.

The cold wind was whining outside the window.

Next to the room is the grotto passage, which is very narrow, and there is a hole in the outer mountain wall, through which the cold wind penetrates, so that the people in the room can also feel cool.

The monks of this hanging wall temple usually live and practice in such a place.

It's not ordinary.

"Have you seen enough of Sanhua Niangniang? If you've seen enough, you can come back and wash your face. The voice of the Taoist sounded, "It's just that there is a shortage of water here, and the wronged Sanhua Niangniang will use the handkerchief I have washed." ”

The cat was on the windowsill, but she didn't look back, but replied: "No need, Sanhua Niangniang can wash her face with her own saliva later." ”

After a pause, he added:

"Cats are like that."

After another pause, he added:

"Save a little water."

The tone was very serious, and he was really thinking about Song You.

Song You shook his head amusedly when he heard this.

It's kind of a reason for this little thing.

"Okay then."

Song You didn't embarrass her, just wrung out the water in the handkerchief, put it on the head of the bed, and fell asleep.

This is the highest corner, although there is no door, no one will go up and down, passing through the door, but Song You still doesn't sleep well.

Because the wind was loud and noisy, and the room was ventilated, it was not quiet until morning. Then the seamless connection is the chanting sound in the temple, I don't know how many monks live on this mountain, the miscellaneous chanting sound is accompanied by the smell of incense to float up, maybe it is to float to the west sky, passing by Song You here, naturally noisy to his sleep.

In the middle, there are two little monsters talking.

Sanhua Niangniang ran in and out, jumped on the wooden bed from time to time, approached him to take a look, I don't know if he woke up, or whether he was asleep or dead, it seemed to be light-hearted, and she didn't call indiscriminately, but in fact, when she approached Song You, her breath hit the tip of Song You's nose, and it was also obvious.

In the middle of the morning, when Song You finally woke up, she was nowhere to be seen in the room.

Put on her shoes and get up to look for it, and under the guidance of Yanzi, she found that she ran to a cave below, got up upright, and held the door, probing her brain, to see the monks inside debating the scriptures.

As soon as she saw Song You, she turned around and meowed, asking Song You to come and watch people quarrel.

Song You walked over helplessly and looked at her with her.

Debate is actually very similar to debate.

The Dharma is so profound and obscure that different people may have different understandings of the same sentence, let alone complete Buddhist scriptures. These different understandings are the Buddha's teachings that belong to oneself.

But whose teachings are closer to the truth? Whose teachings can convince more people, and whose teachings are more widely recognized by the world and their peers?

That's a matter of debate.

See who can convince the other party, or get more recognition and support.

It is a debate, and it has its own winners and losers, but the difference is that some people will be persuaded by the other party in the process, and some people will not care even if the debate is judged to be a failure, and still insist on their own ideas. However, in any case, this process is interesting and advantageous after all, whether it is the winner or loser, or the onlookers monks, often will benefit a lot, so in this year, the monks are very keen on the debate, and even regard the achievements of the debate as one of the bases for whether the monk's Buddhism is profound, and many famous monks for their debates have also been born.

There are even sometimes debates between Taoists and monks.

The form of the debate here is also quite interesting.

There are many monks in the cave, and there are two main debaters, and the rest are standing or sitting, all standing behind the two debaters.

There is one person with more people behind him, and another person with fewer people behind him, and as the debate progresses on both sides, these people are constantly changing positions, as if whoever stands behind them is showing their support for whose views. It can also be seen from the frequency of these melon-eating monks that both sides must be able to speak well, and the difference in strength is not large, and in the fierce debate, it is the onlookers who are repeatedly persuaded.

The topic of the debate was-

How the Dharma benefits all beings.

Song You stood at the door and listened to Sanhua Niangniang for a while, and heard that this issue was actually based on the premise of the current drought in the northwest and the suffering of the people.

Therefore, the debate can also be called: how can Buddhism save the people of the northwest under the current natural disasters.

This topic, in the second half of last night, Song You also discussed it with Master Xuanhua and Wei Zhizhou in the main hall.

At this time, the two sides in the cave have their own opinions.

One of them's views is a bit terrifying, directly showing that the Buddha and Bodhisattva are worshiped by the world, but they are not of much help to the people under the drought, and the Dharma relief of the world cannot be empty talk, and continue to give examples, and even last night Song You asked the gods to be brought out by him, indicating that the current Buddha and Bodhisattva have little way to deal with the drought.

It sounds scary, but it's actually okay.

Everyone can become a Buddha, but all monks have a Buddha heart and their own Dharma path, if they really have the heart to become a Buddha, they naturally cannot recognize the existing Buddhas, they can only become their followers.

The other person is completely opposite, thinking that the Buddha has the ability to deal with drought, which is just a test for the people, is to conform to nature, and thinks that the Buddha even if he does nothing, as long as people respect the Buddha and believe in the Dharma, then they can also gain the freedom of the mind in suffering, and the mind is not suffering in suffering, which is also regarded as relief for the world.

The debate was intense, and the monks listened attentively, sometimes with wide eyes and exclaims, and from time to time clapping their hands in reverence.

But I don't know that many years later, a few more people present became Buddhas.

Song You listened to the door for a long time before he was discovered.

"This is the Song Dao Chief?"

"When did Daoist Song come?"

"How long has Daoist Song listened to it, but do you have a high opinion?"

“……”

It just happened that the two of them were deadlocked, each with their own insistence, although most of the monks gathered in the former, but it was only a temporary lead and temporary ups and downs, and now when they saw Song You coming, everyone was very happy, and hurriedly invited Song You to go in, wanting to hear his high opinion.

Song You just shook his head, saying that he was just here to find his cat, so he left here with the cat.

He didn't know how the Buddha in the West Heaven benefited sentient beings under the drought, and he didn't know how the monks of the Hanging Wall Temple used Buddhism to help the world.

He called the god of rain and asked him to do his job.

It is the monk who thinks that "Buddhism can not help the world in vain", Song You remembers him, it seems to be one of Master Xuanhua's disciples, yesterday Master Xuanhua went to catch Youli, he followed him, last night Song You and Master Xuanhua and Wei Zhizhou Bingdeng talked at night, he also sat next to Master Xuanhua until late at night.

During this period, Song You once talked about the matter of a mage, and he nodded uncontrollably, and seemed to agree very much.

The debate behind him continued, I don't know how long it lasted, and I don't know who won and who lost, Song You was left by Master Xuanhua for lunch anyway, and then he was ready to leave.

Under the hanging wall temple of Huangsha Mountain, the Taoist put his bag on the horse's back, and Master Xuanhua sent him a bag of scones and four watermelons, which was regarded as a dry food and drinking water reserve for him to eat on the road, and Wei Zhizhou sent him a handwritten letter, saying that if he went to Shazhou, if there was a place to use, he could go to Shazhou Zhizhou with a letter.

"Thank you for your kindness, I accept it below."

Whether it was a letter from a feudal official or a scone watermelon given by a monk, Song You took it as a heavy gift, solemnly accepted it, and then said goodbye to him.

"That's it."

Needless to say, just go forward and step into the yellow sand.

Today is the same weather as yesterday and most of the month before, the blue sky is cloudless, the sun is dazzling, the loess mountains are also dazzling, and the wind blows and rolls up the sand. When they first came, they thought it was a good weather for traveling, but it was just a little hot, but now they are not bored, but they already know that this is also the source of the suffering of the people in this land.

The Taoist walked slowly with a cane, walking in front, the jujube red horse followed behind, and a three-flowered cat stepped on the hot yellow earth, twisting and twisting, and looked back at them from time to time.

There was also a swallow flying in the sky.

As soon as the yellow sand blew, the group quickly disappeared.

Only then did many monks and several officials withdraw their gazes, but they were still half-squinting, and they sighed with emotion in their hearts.

Last night was an extraordinary event in my life.

"It's better to be famous than to meet......"

Wei Zhizhou stroked his beard and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh?"

Master Xuanhua next to him listened, but turned his head and asked curiously, "Zhizhou has heard of Daochang Song before?" ”

"I've heard about it for a long time. Heard about it a few years ago. In the past few years, I have heard some more intermittently, but Wei has a pair of clumsy eyes, and when he first saw it, he couldn't associate it with the legendary person. ”

"This is ......"

"It's a long story."

Wei Zhizhou turned around, stood at the foot of the Hanging Wall Temple, and told Master Xuanhua about the legendary Song Immortal Master.

Master Xuanhua listened silently, emotion and silence.

The monks behind him were amazed, as if listening to myths.

"Alas......"

Master Xuanhua sighed.

"What's wrong with the master?"

"It's nothing, since the drought in Longzhou has no place to use the temple and the poor monks, Daochang Song has also invited the rain god to persuade him to adjust the local wind and rain, and Zhizhou will also leave." Master Xuanhua bowed to Wei Zhizhou, "After today, the poor monk will also leave." ”

"The Master is leaving? Where to go? ”

"I want to go to the place where the people are suffering."

"But the master is the abbot of the Hanging Wall Temple."

"Then I'm going to go."

Master Xuanhua turned to face him, very calm: "I also saw the incident last night, my Buddhist monks are preaching in the northwest, and they are highly respected and loved by the people, but when the drought comes, both the poor monks and the Buddha are helpless, but they have to rely on the rain god to help the world, the Buddha is ashamed, and the poor monks are also ashamed." ”

After a little pause:

"Last night, I heard from Song Daochang about the matter of the master of the Central Plains, and the poor monk admired it very much, but he was lazy for a while and still refused to retreat, so he hesitated. At this time, I heard from Zhizhou's mouth that immortals such as Song Daochang still walk in the world, and the poor monks are just thin and have a reputation for Taoism, so where is there a need for nostalgia? The poor monk thought to himself that he should also go to the place of suffering, so that he could be worthy of the people's support. ”

Wei Zhizhou listened, but couldn't help but be stunned.

I thought that such a high monk's state of mind had been fixed and the Dharma had been completed, but I didn't know that yesterday's chance encounter and overnight conversation had changed him like this.

(End of chapter)