After hearing this, Wang Beijia picked his ears with his hand and said, "You say it again." ”

Zhang Shaofei said loudly: "Zen wisdom has no tree. ”

Wang Bei pondered: "Zen wisdom tree, Zen wisdom tree, Zen wisdom is originally a tree!" How do you say that Zen wisdom has no tree?"

This caused all the monks to laugh.

Feng Gang squeezed in front of Zhang Shaofei and said sarcastically: "You said that Zen Hui is not a tree, is it a human, a pig, or a dog?"

Feng Gang's words caused bursts of laughter.

A young monk said, "If this is a verse, then I, a little brother who has only studied for two years and has been in the monastery for two years to practice Zen, can also make verses?"

"So that all of us can speak."

"What's the difference between high and low?"

"There's no comparison between a verse like a verse on the wall."

"It's not the same grade at all."

"I think it's a laugh and a big tooth!"

Regarding everyone's discussion and cynicism, Zhang Shaofei did not back down: "You should listen to me finish reading the verses first." ”

"The next person is the next person, no culture is no culture, and you have to be hard!"

"Dog-tailed mink, there's nothing to see."

There is an old monk who has not been silent, he is the fourth of the ten disciples of the Five Ancestors, the Huayu Zen Master.

Eight months ago, when Zhang Shaofei first met Elder Huaqing, he was also present, and Zhang Shaofei replied with words, and the earth-shattering philosophy made him remember it vividly. Later, things such as beating the bell with pears and eating porridge with cakes made him look at this handyman in the North Courtyard with admiration......

Now, seeing that Zhang Shaofei asked Wang Beijia to write the verses he had written for him, his gray eyebrows were frowning high, and his eyes were shining with deep brilliance, and he seemed to smell something out of them......

At this time, I saw Zen Master Huayu squeezing forward and trying to dispel the public opinion: "Zhang Shaofei's words have not yet been finished, and it is difficult to determine the merits." The horizontal and vertical verses are not long, so let him finish them. ”

Seeing Zen Master Huayu open his mouth like this, Huiqing also said bravely: "Yes, when Zhang Shaofei finishes the verses, let's make comments." ”

Some monks are also conforming to this: "Then let him do it again." ”

"Okay, I'll write the first sentence of the verse for you." As he spoke, Wang Beijia wrote a line of words on the wall with ash: Zen wisdom has no tree.

This line is written next to the verse of Faru.

Zen Master Huayu asked Zhang Shaofei, "What about your second sentence?"

Zhang Shaofei still slowed down the rhythm of chanting: "The bright moon is not a stage. ”

Feng Gang reprimanded again: "Mingyue itself is not a platform!" ”

At this time, Wang Beijia seemed to sense something from this, and dissuaded Feng Gang: "Don't make noise here first." Elder Huayu was right just now, so let the family finish the verse. ”

After Wang Beijia finished speaking, he wrote the second line of words on the wall with ash: The bright moon is not a platform.

Zhang Shaofei continued to read the third sentence: "It was not originally a thing. ”

Wang Beijia: "What about the fourth sentence?"

Zhang Shaofei: "Where does the brilliance come from." ”

The more Wang Beijia wrote, the more surprised he became, almost every time he wrote a line, he looked back at Zhang Shaofei respectfully, and when he wrote the last sentence, his hands trembled with excitement.

When he had finished writing the last word, he threw the ashes on the ground, took two steps back, looked out, and recited aloud the four verses:

Zen wisdom has no tree.

The bright moon is not a platform.

It wasn't meant to be a thing.

Where does the light come from?

Obviously, Zhang Shaofei made this poem on the spot in accordance with his own understanding of Zen machine Buddhism and the rhyme of Faru.

There are some monks who know a few words but have poor understanding, and after reading this verse, they laughed heartily: "Our body and mind are obviously here, and we meditate and practice meditation every day, in order to shine with Zen wisdom." How can you talk nonsense with your eyes open and say nothing?"

Other monks echoed: "Well, if we follow the teachings of this verse, we don't need to sit in meditation or meditate." ”

"Yes, then, what's the use of us reciting sutras? Why don't you go home and grow vegetables? ”

Every word you say, every word I say, is another criticism and attack on Zhang Shaofei's words......

The heart of Wang Beijia, who was standing at the bottom, was like boiling water at this time: this brilliant and thorough verse could have been made on the spot by a person who was doing chores in the monastery? It's incredible, incredible!

Zhang Shaofei ignored the ridicule of those monks, but asked Wang Beijia, "How am I doing?"

Wang Beijia, who has always believed in Zen learning, could not imagine that this so-called illiterate subordinate was so penetrating in his heart and his words were shocked.

"This ...... This ......" Wang Beijia, who was still stunned, became stammered, and at the end, he squeezed out a sentence, "It's really unseemly!"

After reciting this verse repeatedly, Zen Master Huayu couldn't help but feel the same way, and muttered: "This verse is insightful, not bad!" No one should be a person, no one should be a person!"

It turned out that the monk who blindly reprimanded Zhang Shaofei heard Wang Biejia and Zen Master Huayu say this, so he recited Zhang Shaofei's verses repeatedly, pondering, some intelligent monks had already felt something, and looked at this extremely inconspicuous and lowly Chungmi miscellaneous servant with stunned eyes.

Zhang Shaofei saw Wang Beijia's appearance, and after giving a salute, he urged again and again: "I still hope that Wang Beijia will give advice." ”

"I'm from outside the Dongchan Temple, so let your elders and senior brothers make an evaluation." On this occasion, Wang Beijia, who has been rolling in the officialdom for many years, did not express his heart directly, but buried his thoughts, and only vaguely pushed back the matter......

Suddenly, Wang Beijia knelt down in front of Zhang Shaofei, and bowed to the ground with his five bodies......

The little novice shouted in amazement, "Wow, this kid is really good at doing things!" Even the great talent of Jiangzhou, Lord Zhang, also bowed and worshipped! Come and see! Faru, Yingyin, Xuanzhen and other monks heard the sound and surrounded one after another.

An old monk said: "It's really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, this Zhang Shaofei has not been in the temple for a few months, and he has this kind of wisdom root!" ”

Another said: "Let no man be a looker, and the sea shall not be measured." I heard that when he first arrived at Dongchan Temple, he had extraordinary opinions. Could it be that he is really a bodhisattva in the flesh? Fa Ru walked over and silently recited Zhang Shaofei's words, the expression on his face was extremely complicated. Hui Ming grabbed him and asked, "Second Senior Brother, how is this poem better than Second Senior Brother's?" ”

Faru said angrily: "You won't see for yourself!" ”

The noise of the crowd alarmed Elder Huaqing, who was sitting in meditation in the room.

Elder Huaqing, surrounded by the monks, walked over with a Zen staff, and saw a group of people making noise under the wall of the south corridor, and walked forward.

When the elders arrived, they moved out of the way and fell silent.

After Elder Hua Qing read the words, the muscles on his face trembled suddenly. I couldn't help but praise in my heart: "This is so concise and to the point, detached from the mundane, and directly points to nature." ”

Monks: "Elder, how is this poem written?"

Elder Huaqing's heart was boiling like boiling water at this time, he didn't directly answer the questions of the monks, but just raised his hand to the verse and asked lightly, "Who wrote this?"

Everyone had been looking at Elder Huaqing, and seeing that his expression was not fixed, no one answered silently.

Elder Hua Qing raised his voice again: "Who did this?"

Zen Master Huayu pointed at Zhang Shaofei and replied, "He did it." ”

Elder Huaqing's heart chuckled, but his face looked confused: "No, Zhang Shaofei is illiterate, and although the words on this wall are written in ash, they are iron and silver hooks, and the Tao is powerful." It's very much like Wang Beijia's handwriting. ”