Hui Ming was a reckless monk who didn't read much, blinked his big murderous eyes, and asked Ding Xian beside him, "What does this poem mean?"

According to the schedule, Ding Xianfeng came to work this morning. He had already brought all his paintbrushes and various paints, and was ready to paint "Lenga Disguised Diagram" and "Huaqing Elder Blood Diagram" on the wall of the south corridor.

Unexpectedly, someone had already taken the lead and wrote such a poem on the wall. After reading it, Ding Xianfeng felt that this verse was generally good, but it still seemed that something was still missing in it. Besides, this is within the Buddhist gate, and he has long heard that the monks in the Dongchan Temple are divided into gangs, and it is inconvenient for him to make any comments at will, so as not to cause trouble.

So, he excused himself and said: "You also know that I am just a painter, I don't have a deep understanding of poetry and songs, and I don't know what to say about the verses and Buddhism in Buddhism. You might as well ask this master. He casually pointed to an old monk beside him.

The old monk was called Huayu Zen Master, and he was a knowledgeable jinshi before he became a monk, and he was one of the most literate monks in the monastery. He came to Dongchan Temple to join the five ancestors for nearly 20 years, ranking fourth among the ten disciples of the five ancestors.

So, Hui Ming came to Zen Master Huayu and said, "Senior Brother Huayu, you can explain it to us." ”

Zen Master Huayu pointed to the verses on the wall and gave the most simple explanation: "The body is like a Zen wisdom tree with enlightenment, and the heart is like a mirror like the bright moon, so we must always take care of it, and the Zen and wisdom in the mind can shine." ”

Feng Gang enlarged his throat and exclaimed, "Ouch, this verse is so well written!" He was meant to add fuel to the fire.

Hui Ming's eyes were burning and compelling: "Senior Brother Huayu, do you say that this verse is well written?"

"Good! Okay!" Zen Master Huayu nodded in admiration, "In just four sentences, the importance of cultivation is vividly expressed. I have read hundreds of Buddhist scriptures, and I have never seen one that can explain Zen wisdom so incisively and thoroughly in such few words. ”

Huayu Zen Master is good at writing, which is recognized in the Dongchan Temple. Now, listening to his explanation, many people have also been enlightened and amazed.

Some people are applauding loudly.

Some of the juniors and disciples who had already written the verses had already hidden their verses in their arms, and wanted to wait for the opportunity to stick them to the south corridor.

Now, compared with Faru's words, it feels like a pheasant seeing a beautiful phoenix, not at all on the same level. The restless heart calmed down, and he no longer dared to take out the words he was hiding.

A young monk couldn't stop his curiosity and said, "This poem is not written with a name, guess who it will be?"

A rough monk named Tianhong patted the little monk's smooth and blue bald head with the palm of his hand, and said, "Of course it was written by a learned person in the temple, could you think of such a high level of idiosyncrasy with such a high level of brains?"

"This is also, this is also," the little monk grinned, and after laughing innocently, he laughed at the reckless monk, "Senior brother, don't just laugh at me, you are so big, you can just ask you to carry water and carry wood, if you are asked to write such verses, can you write them?"

Tianhong patted his chest and said, "I'm a rough man, I dare to agree to ask me to pick up four buckets of water by myself." But asking me to write such a verse is even more difficult than going to the sky!"

The conversation between the two caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Elder Huaqing heard the crowd outside in the meditation room, followed by bursts of cheers, and felt strange: although this south corridor is a passage, because it is close to the elder's room, it adds a little solemnity and sacredness, so it seems to be more quiet because few people come on weekdays. Why are people so noisy today?

Elder Hua Qing opened the door, walked out with a staggering stride on his Zen staff.

Elder Huaqing: "Fellow disciples, what happened?"

When the disciples saw that it was Elder Huaqing who arrived, they immediately moved out of the way and let Elder Huaqing come to the front.

Elder Huaqing looked up and saw that there were verses written on the powder wall, the font was strong and powerful, and in the cursive dragon flying phoenix dance, there was a slight element of calligraphy. Although the author's name was not written on this verse, after savoring the content of this verse and looking at the handwriting carefully, Elder Huaqing judged: "This verse was written by Faru. But he didn't expose the truth.

Elder Hua Qing's gaze moved away from the powder wall and searched around. On weekdays, no matter what happens, as long as he appears in front of everyone, Faru will definitely arrive in time and will definitely stand by his side. This is the responsibility that should be fulfilled as a second senior brother, and it is also a great opportunity for Faru to show himself in front of the monks. But this time. Faru didn't show up at his side.

"Where did he go? Could it be that such a sensational thing happened in the temple, and he would be indifferent?" At this time, Elder Huaqing, although he was over the age of six, was still as sharp as an eagle, and suddenly, he found an extremely familiar figure from the gap between the people, yes, he was Faru!

At this time, Fa Ru looked haggard, and his eyes lost their aggressive luster in the past, which was obviously caused by his recent efforts and overthinking. In addition, today did not show up as in the past, but hid not far away to do, poking his head out from time to time, obviously, he was observing the movements here and determining the next steps to take, leaving a way back for what he had done.

This time, when Faru's gaze met Elder Huaqing's, he did not meet it bravely as usual, but hurriedly moved away in fear.

"Yes, this verse must have been written by Faru!" Elder Huaqing speculated from Faru's perverted and anxious demeanor, and confirmed his own opinion.

Elder Huaqing's analysis is penetrating and direct.

But Elder Huaqing did not express his state of mind in front of everyone, but shouted repeatedly: "Okay! It's a rare good thing. Although it is not signed, there is no doubt that it was written by a monk of my Dongzen Temple. ”

Elder Huaqing nodded frequently as he read softly. After thinking for a while, he turned to Ding and said with an apologetic expression, "I'm really sorry that you came from so far away. The Buddhist scriptures say that all shapes and appearances are false. And leave this warning verse for people to read and learn, and cultivate according to this verse, so as to avoid falling into the evil path. In this way, this verse is more useful than a painting. ”

Ding Xianfeng was also a layman, and he could understand the thoughts of Elder Master Huaqing very well, and nodded happily.

Elder Huaqing asked the waiter to fetch some money as compensation for Ding Fengbai's trip.

After sending Ding away to worship, Elder Huaqing turned to the little novice who was serving closely, "Quickly bring the incense and candles." ”

"Yes." When the little novice answered, he quickly brought incense and candles.

Elder Huaqing personally filled the verse with three long incense sticks, lit a candle, and led the recitation of this verse with a solemn expression:

As a Zen wisdom tree,

The heart is like a moon mirror.

Always take care of it,

Zen wisdom shines.