Chapter 170: The Wind of the Zen Master (1)
After Fada left Tianlu Mountain, he came to Lushan, Jiangxi. He observed with his discerning eyes and found that the purple qi came from the east here, and the Buddha was extremely prosperous, and in a few decades, there would be great bodhisattvas from the east to establish the supreme Dharma here. Zen Buddhism will be like a river out of the Three Gorges, a thousand miles; The river flows out of Tongguan, and it is beneficial to see the rushing. Zen Buddhism in the world is like the wind and grass, dominating the rivers and lakes; Jungles have sprung up all over the country.
Sure enough, during the Tang Tianbao period after that, Matsu Daoyi came to Gong Gongshan here from Jianyang, Jianzhou, in the east, and promoted Zen Buddhism. He has cultivated hundreds of famous Zen masters here, all over the north and south of the river, for a time, the lion roars in the wilderness, the tiger roars on the peaks, the dragon swims in the sky, and the elephant dances in the jungle...... It can be said that there are many talents, each leading the way, and has set off a magnificent and magnificent Zen sea frenzy in the Central Plains - this is a later story.
Fada was drinking tea at a roadside tea stall. Fa Wu hurried over, gasped and said, "Senior brother, I can catch up with you!" β
Fada was taken aback: "Didn't you go to practice with Master Zhang in Tianlu Mountain?" How did you get here? β
Fa Wu sat on the stool, rubbing his feet vigorously, and said, "Didn't Master Zhang tell you that you can read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles. I will travel thousands of miles with you first, and then I will read ten thousand scriptures with Senior Brother Xingsi. β
Fada was helpless: "You, you ......"
In ancient times, Zen monks walked on their feet, which was a compulsory lesson for everyone. Not to mention the battle in the Quartet jungle of the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger, watching the wind and training, just the nature that contains endless Zen opportunities can make every practitioner with a clear Zen mind full of emotion:
The sound of the wind, the rain, the sound of the pine, the sound is free; The mountains are watery, smoky, and empty. The mountains are still and the water is long, and the time is Zen in this; The sky is high and the clouds are flying, where do you ask Hui Ri......
With a bald head and a robe, the end of the world and the end of the sea. In the wind and frost copper bowl, there is a wonderful lotus.
From then on, Fa Wu had a pair of straw sandals, a hat, a clay bowl, and a Zen staff, and followed his senior brother Fada to start his wandering career. Although the straw sandals are small, they wear the thousands of miles of road under their feet; The hat is not big, and the blue sky is worn on the top of the head; Although the tile bowl is shallow, it is filled with the water of rivers, lakes and seas; With a Zen stick in hand, inspect the jungle in the world.
Their feet are stained with the mud of northern Guangdong, the leggings are stored in the soil of southern Jiangxi, and the head is over the middle moon of Fujian, and now they come to smell the east wind of Zhejiang.
Line after line, they went through the autumn, winter, spring and summer, and came to Yongjia, Zhejiang. On this day, Fada and Fawu walked on the rugged mountain road of Xianyan Mountain in Ruian County, and the sun at noon was like a fire, roasting the mountain road to smoke.
Fa Wu walked extremely hard, but when he looked at Fada, he never proposed to restβ"You deserve it, whoever made you die begging to come with you!" "If he complains a little, Fada will say so.
Fada was secretly happy. He pointed to the pavilion halfway up the mountain in front of him and said, "Let's go to that pavilion and rest for a while." β
In the pavilion, there was already a man resting on a bench, his face covered with a hat. Fada and Fawu sat down. Fawu took off his straw sandals, looked at his red and swollen feet, and exhaled a cool breath.
Fada deliberately asked him, "What are we doing here?" β
Fa Wu didn't even think about it: "Walk the feet." β
Fada then asked, "Do you know what it means to walk on foot?" β
"I don't know." Fa Wu replied very simply.
"I don't know what's best." Fada said it in an unfathomable way. Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing-Confucius said. If you know, you must not know, and if you are ignorant, you will know everything-Master Seng Zhao said in "The Theory of Prajna Ignorance". The sage is ignorant, and all things are in order; The Dharmakaya has no image, but the special form corresponds to it β the Preface to the Vimala Sutra says.
Fa Wu suddenly realized! He shouted in regret: "Oops, I fell for Master Zhang again!" β
"Who did you fall for?"
"Our Master Zhang, that bad young man!"
Fada smiled: "Master Zhang didn't ask you to come with me, you yourself willingly and secretly followed!" β
Fa Wu said with a sad face: "It is precisely because he knows that the more he doesn't let me come, the more I will try to follow you, so ...... Bitter - wow- there is no place to complain about suffering, this is really bitter! β
"You deserve it, this is called being smart but being mistaken by being smart! However, this is the master's degree. Now that you have come, do not live in vain. If you travel to the county, you can play at will in the mountains and rivers; Winter here, summer there, migratory birds, that's just a bucket of rice, lose half a year's grain! There is no benefit. β
Fada's great reasoning made Fa Wu very impatient, and he said angrily: "Yes, yes, yes!" Don't nag you, okay? I remember it all! The master once said, 'The Three Realms are idealistic, and the Ten Thousand Laws are only knowledge'. β
Fada suddenly shook out a cold edge: "Really? Since 'the Three Realms are idealistic, and the Ten Thousand Laws are only knowledge', is the big stone outside the pavilion in your heart, or outside your heart? β
Fa Wu said without thinking: "The Three Realms Idealism, of course, is in the heart!" β
Fada laughed: "How can you put such a big stone in your heart? Don't you feel heavy when you walk? β
Fa Wu obviously felt the sharpness of Zen from Fada's words, but because he didn't work hard enough and didn't practice at home, he couldn't really grasp it, let alone respond to it randomly, so he was speechless.
It's like a hen hatching an egg. At some point, the old hen is afraid that her baby will suffocate in the hard eggshell, and will often tentatively peck the eggshell gently with her beak. If the chicks inside are just hatched and mature, they will suck with their mouths, which is called chick. At this time, the hen pecks from the outside, and the chick spews insideβthe eggshell shatters open, and a new life is born. Zen Buddhism refers to this kind of convergence between the Zen master and the scholar as 'pecking at the same time'. The opportunity to peck can only be penetrated when the inside and outside correspond and there is no gap. If it is a "stupid" or "rotten egg", there is no reaction inside, and no matter how merciful the old hen is, she can't peck it out.
The current Fa Enlightenment is just like a "stupid egg" that has not hatched and matured.
Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Fada persuaded him earnestly: "Little junior brother, when we study Buddhism and practice Zen, we can't memorize the classics, let alone take the Zen quotations of the ancestors as our own words. The Zen words spoken by the patriarch are people's experience, not ours. Zen, like drinking water, knows its own warmth and coldness. It's up to you to understand everything! β
The man who was lying down and sleeping suddenly lifted the hat from his face and sat up. It turned out that he was also a bald monk. He asked thoughtlessly, "Who is your master?" β
Fa Wuzheng was not angry and said, "Our master, of course, is our master!" You're also here to join in the fun? β
"I'm asking, which monk is your master?"
Fa Wu asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" β
The Zen monk patted his head: "Oh, I'm abrupt." β
He stood up, folded his salute and said, "Poor monk Xuanwu, I just listened to the words of this master, and every sentence is in line with the Buddha's Zen machine, and I want to ask for a word or two." β