The premonition of the five ancestors is very effective, and Hui Neng worked in the miscellaneous room of the north courtyard of Dongchan Temple for eight months, with a poem "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There is nothing originally, where to stir up dust" became the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism.

Based on the consideration of the great cause of Zen Buddhism, the five ancestors saw that the qualifications of the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism were still shallow, and they were afraid that the monks of the temple would not accept it and invite the disaster of killing, so they instructed Huineng to say: "You must first find a place to hide, avoid the hustle and bustle, cultivate your nature in the mountains, cultivate your mind, and don't come out too early to preach Buddhism; Because the Dharma arises out of difficulty, and the more difficult it is, the better. Remember, the time for you to do so is not yet the time. ”

Huineng: "Master's golden and jade words should be remembered in the apprentice's heart. ”

After the two separated, Huineng stood by the river, facing the river breeze, and looked at the ferry boat taken by the five ancestors to return to the opposite bank, and his figure was drowned in the thick night.

Only then did Huineng let go of his stride and rushed towards the south.

The road in front of this future Buddha is full of thorns and wind and rain......

After bidding farewell to Huineng, the five ancestors rushed back to Dongchan Temple, saying that they were unwell and closed their doors.

After another three days, the Fifth Patriarch had already gone far, so he opened the door and walked out of the meditation room, and summoned the monks of the whole temple to the lawn in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

After Shenxiu's words were denied by the Five Ancestors, it was difficult for him to search for dry intestines. After meditating day and day, worrying about his stomach and intestines night and night, in just over ten days, his plump cheeks were like an invisible knife to cut off the muscles, his eye sockets were obviously sunken, and his eye circles were covered with black halos.

When he heard the monk on duty ring the bell and loudly calling the monks of the whole temple to gather on the lawn outside the Daxiong Hall, Shenxiu had a premonition that the historical moment that would determine his place in Zen Buddhism had arrived. He tried his best to appear calm on the surface, but his heart was like a deer.

The fifth ancestor walked out of the south corridor with a tin cane, and Shenxiu felt that he was a little special today: the golden-red robe embroidered with yellow thread on weekdays was gone, and it was replaced by an old red robe that had faded in color. The erratic light in the pupils of the past has disappeared, and it seems carefree.

Shenxiu, as usual, stood beside the five ancestors, as if a boulder was tied to his heart, and sank straight down: "Could it be ......"

The atmosphere of today's rally was extremely solemn, with nearly 1,000 monks lined up and listened with bated breath, and even the black-haired birds on the camphor tree, which usually love to be noisy and noisy, squatted quietly on the branches, stopped chasing, and also stopped making noise.

On the wrinkled face of the Fifth Ancestor, his eyes were condensed, and his expression was serious, he coughed lightly a few times and said, "Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate." The rivers, the sun and the moon remain unchanged through the ages. The ancestors of Shakya, the light of the Buddha shines. The vast Shenzhou, Zen forest since Dharma, to me has been five generations. Now the old man feels exhausted, so he has to choose a sage to inherit the mantle. ”

"Please speak, Master." Shenxiu raised his voice at this time and interjected a sentence, the purpose of which was to cause the Fifth Ancestor to pay special attention to himself.

"Those who choose the heir of the Dharma this time must be proficient in Buddhism and Zen machines, have superior virtues, and be enlightened. Only then can we truly learn the ancestral Buddhist path. The Fifth Ancestor didn't pay attention to Shenxiu's prompt.

The monks lined up neatly, sitting upright and listening.

The five ancestors turned their heads to the sky, looked at the white clouds in the blue sky, and after a while, they swept their eyes towards the disciples and solemnly announced: "My way to the south!" After speaking, he waved his hand, signaled the meeting to end, walked to the south corridor alone with a tin cane, and returned to the meditation room.

"My way to the south", that is to say, the Dharma and mantle of the five ancestors have been passed on to the people who go south.

Shenxiu has always regarded himself as the heir of the sixth generation of grandmasters, and the upper and lower levels of the temple also have this view. Now, the five ancestors suddenly made the decision of "my way to the south", which is like a bolt from the blue for Shenxiu. He was almost unsteady on his feet, but fortunately, with the help of the warrior monk Huiming behind him, he did not lose his temper and collapsed to the ground.

In fact, a few days ago, Shenxiu and his accomplices had already checked all the monks in Dongchan Temple, and found that there was one less Chungmi monk who had already given him a headache in the crowd of people in the North Courtyard-Huineng. He asked the warrior monk Hongbiao who was guarding the mountain gate that night, but the warrior monk Hongbiao's answer was: "The fifth ancestor went down the mountain overnight at the invitation of the Jiangzhou Assassin Shi. And the Ge Fang from Nanyue has never met. ”

Hearing the decision of the five ancestors to "go to the south", the harsh reality was in front of Shenxiu: Huineng had already obtained the true inheritance of the five ancestors and fled in the direction of Nanyue.

The black mole monk walked in front of Shenxiu, he was the former martial arts man, and today's Huiming, the foreman of the warrior monks who protect the temple. He said indignantly: "What's wrong with Master, if the Dharma Dao and the robe are not passed on to you, Senior Brother, to whom?"

"It was passed on to Huineng, who grows vegetables with rice." The corners of Shenxiu's mouth showed a look of contempt.

"Heh, is that him? How could it be him?" Hui Ming shook his head. This noble-born martial artist only sees the humble side of Huineng, but he can't see the other side of his hidden and enlightened position.

Shenxiu bit her lip with her teeth, her eyes fixed on the sky.

In the blue sky, there were bursts of mournful screams. An eagle with a black and brown coat was grabbing a yellow-haired chick with its sharp talons and flying over his head.

Shenxiu withdrew his gaze and turned to Hui Ming's face: "Hui Ming, how do I treat you?"

Hui Ming replied, "As soon as I entered the monastery. The senior brother has made an exception for me, which can be described as a mountain of kindness. "

"I asked you to do one thing for me. Would you like to?"

Hui Ming arched his hand: "Go to the soup and go to the fire, don't hesitate." Although Hui Ming stepped into the empty door, he often still had the habits of the martial arts in the rivers and lakes, and even the gestures of giving gifts were not completely changed.

Shenxiu smiled with satisfaction: "Okay! Good! I think this is because the master was confused for a while, and was deceived by Hui Neng's rhetoric, so he gave him the robe. Now you chase me and take back the mantle. ”

"Good!" Hui Ming nodded in agreement.

Shenxiu ordered the monks and monks who usually followed him to act immediately. It has always been as calm as water, and it is a sacred place of Buddhism. As soon as the gate opened, a large number of monks armed with knives, guns and sticks poured out, divided their troops into two routes, and rushed straight to the south.

Hui Ming thought that the Daguan knife was too bulky and inconvenient to move when walking, so he changed to a short weapon to fight the knife, and with a group of warrior monks, he hurried day and night, crossing the mountains and mountains, and curbing the water and wading. I don't know how many days I've been chasing......

In front is the big Yuling at the junction of Jiangxi and Guangdong, the mountains overlap, the slope is steep and the road is dangerous. Streams of smoke and mist drifted in this wild and desperate valley. A terrible fox cry added a bit of melancholy to the desolate mountains.

"Oh, there!" Hui Ming pointed his hand down.

The warrior monks looked up, and saw a black figure shaking in the green weeds halfway up the hillside.

"Yes, it's that kudzu fang!"

"Catch him!" Someone shouted, and then the monks also screamed.

It was indeed Huineng who was rushing in the mountains.

Due to the thin body in Dongchan Temple, in order to increase weight and speed up the speed of rice, Huineng fell a stone weighing more than 50 catties on his waist, so that there was a disease between his waist and legs. He had been traveling south for more than ten days when he suddenly heard the cries of noise at the bottom of the mountain, and when he looked back, he was surprised. Although it was far away, he could still vaguely recognize that the half-tall man was the warrior monk foreman Hui Ming, and he was followed by a large number of people, with a uniform bald head and a uniform tile-gray monk's robes, which were very dazzling in the green mountains.

Huineng hurriedly straightened the bag on his back, pulled his legs and ran, and disappeared after a while.

Seeing this, Hui Ming shouted: "Where are you fleeing!" Chase after you.

After many days of day and night, the monks who followed were already tired and their bones were scattered, and they were weak, and when they lifted their legs to climb the slope, their feet were soft, and after a while, they were already a lot behind.

Hui Ming used to be a martial artist, and later joined the army, so a martial artist, of course, is physically strong, climbing mountains and mountains, climbing cliffs and walls, for him. It's just a piece of cake. Walking like a fly, he soon left his fellow warrior monks far behind.

Huineng got out from behind the bushes and was running onto a small path, when at the turn, suddenly, a big man jumped down from the mound next to him, his feet crossed to block the road, and the shouting was like thunder: "Stop!"

Huineng looked at it and cried bitterly in his heart. This big man is Hui Ming, he is like a hill on the road. By fighting, rushing over, how can you be the opponent of this martial artist? Now there is no way forward, and there are pursuers behind, what should I do?

Hui Neng thought for a moment, folded his hands, and stepped forward to salute: "Senior Brother Huiming, although I haven't lost my hair yet, my heart to the Buddha is the same. In other words, you are also a Buddhist, so why do you have to work hard?"

Hui Ming put the raised knife to his chest and said coldly, "Why did you show off your lips and tongue and deceive the robes and golden bowl from Master Hongren?"

"Master's heart has always been as calm as water, his heart as calm as a mirror, and his eyes as a torch. He is aware of the good, ugly, good and evil in the world, and is not a foolish and chaotic person. If I hadn't thought it through, how could I have given it to me?"

Hui Ming said with contempt: "Those who can inherit the mantle. It should be a highly respected person, not an inferior person like you who grows rice and vegetables. ”

Huineng said seriously: "Although I am a person who grows rice and vegetables; It is a secular axiom that people under them have wisdom from above. ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't justify your humble origins. ”

"As the saying goes, 'Heroes don't ask where they come from.'" Han Xin took command and swept the Quartet, but at first he was a market disciple who was humiliated under the crotch of others. Liu Bang dominated the world and started a business, and at first he was also an unknown cloth civilian. This robe and golden bowl have been passed down from generation to generation by the Buddhas of all generations, and the inheritors should be the virtuous and capable ones confirmed by the Buddhas, and cannot be taken by violent hands. Huineng said, taking off the bag, opening it, and taking out the robe.

Hui Mington felt a red cloud pass in front of him, glowing with ten thousand golden lights.

Before Hui Ming could think about it, Hui Neng had already thrown the robe's golden bowl on the roadside: "Senior Brother Huiming, if you think that power can seize justice, and violence can win Zen righteousness, you can take this robe's golden bowl!" After speaking, Huineng folded his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and muttered something.

Hui Ming stepped forward, bent down, and took the corner of the robe in his left hand, trying to pull it up.

Strangely, this robe seems to have roots deep in the stone, and Hui Ming can't pull it up. He was unconvinced: "I am a dignified four-grade general, and my strength is extraordinary, how can I not move this clothes?" So, he put his right leg sideways, put his horse away, and put his full qi in his hand, and then pulled the robe, but he still couldn't pull it.

Hui Ming turned to the golden bowl and tried to lift it, but the golden bowl seemed to be joined by a stone cast of copper and iron. Even though he tried to feed the milk, he could not touch it at all.

At this time, Hui Ming's big eyes like copper bells flashed with surprise: "What's going on?"

Huineng opened his eyes: "Senior brother, you must know that this is not an ordinary thing, but a token of the Fa. In the dark, the sky has eyes. Of course, the sacred relics of Buddhism cannot be snatched. Have you forgotten about the NSW martial arts competition back then?"

"This ......" Huineng's words evoked his memories of the past, he traced his life process, sighed, and said heartily: "Senior brother, you are virtuous, humble and open-minded, and protected by God, no wonder the Fifth Ancestor Hongren Master passed on the robes and golden bowls to you." It seems that the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism are indeed none other than you. After speaking, he knelt down, "I hope you will speak for me, Master." ”

Huineng waved his hand, his face as cold as ice: "I can't speak for you now. ”

Hui Ming: "I'm sincere, why don't you say you can't speak for me?"

Huineng raised his voice: "You have to fight at every turn, the killing is too heavy, and the six roots are not clean." Since we are here to seek the Dharma, we should get rid of all kinds of causes in our state of mind, not have the slightest distraction, and achieve that the four major ones are empty. I can speak for you. ”

Hui Ming was silent for a long time and did not answer.

Huineng said solemnly: "Don't think about good, and don't think about evil. At this time, you know, which one is Hui Ming's own nature, that is, his true face?"

After hearing this, Hui Ming had some understanding: "In addition to the secret words you just said, are there any more profound secret words?" Tell me a little bit more. ”

Huineng: "Since I can tell you face to face, there is no secret. If you want to trace the origin of your nature, the secret is in your own heart, not mine. ”

After Hui Ming heard this, the haze shrouded in his mind was swept away, and he suddenly became enlightened: "Although Hui Ming and I are in Huangmei, it seems that now I have not yet obtained the true meaning of Buddhism, and I do not know my true face. Now, thanks to the teaching, Zen on people's hearts is like drinking water, and only oneself knows whether it is warm or cold. Please be magnanimous and forgive me for the sin I have just offended. Now, you are my Hui Ming's master. ”

This Hui Ming, although he is a reckless man, understands things and turns quickly.

Huineng waved his hand repeatedly: "No, no, I can't take you as an apprentice." ”

Hui Ming asked puzzledly: "Why?" Do you hate me, or are you haunted by what just happened?"

"No, I joined you in Huangmei Dongchan Temple, and we are all apprentices of the Five Ancestors Hongren Master. It would be more appropriate for us to call ourselves brothers and sisters. You're welcome, please get up. Huineng reached out and helped Huiming up, "You're older than me." Then, you should be the senior brother and I should be the junior brother. ”

"No, you are higher than me, you should be called senior brother, and I will be called junior brother." Hui Ming's tone was resolute.

"This ......" Huineng heard the sound of killing in the distance, and knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, so he said, "Okay, then I'll be a senior brother." Senior Brother Huiming, we will take good care of ourselves in the future, and do not let it be cut off in the hands of our generation. ”

"Senior brother is reasonable." Hui Ming patted the mud and dust on his hands and asked, "I feel that there are many murderous opportunities in Dongchan Temple, and I don't plan to go back, I don't know where to go in the future?"

Huineng remembered the words that the five ancestors gave him at their parting, pinched his fingers, and his heart was hot, and said: "When you meet Yuan, you stop, and when you meet Meng, you live." ”

Hui Ming gave another salute to Hui Neng: "Thank you for your instructions." ”

At this moment, there was a commotion in the bushes below the mountain, and it was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that the other warrior monks were about to catch up.

Hui Ming urged Hui Neng to say: "The pursuers are coming, I will cover for you, you can flee south quickly!"

"Okay." Huineng immediately picked up the robe, put it back in his bag, and gave Huiming a salute, "I hope the junior brother will take care of yourself." ”

"I also hope that senior brother, no, no, it should be said that I hope the Buddha will cherish it more." Hui Ming also gave courtesy.

After the two said goodbye, Huineng continued to run along the sheep intestine path, turned a mountain col, and soon disappeared.

Hui Ming turned around and walked down the hill, where he saw the pursuers behind him running out of breath.

A monk asked, "Have you caught up?"

Hui Ming wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead with his hand, with a wooden expression on his face: "I chased after it just now, but that Ge Fang quickly fled into the grove and disappeared. I searched back and forth in the grove several times, but I couldn't find it. It is estimated that this cunning Gefang took advantage of us to chase after us up the mountain, and turned back to the mountain. ”．

"It's possible." Someone chimed in.

"Let's hurry back to the mountain and chase after us." Some people who are so tired from climbing mountains even take the opportunity to retreat.

So, Hui Ming and the monks returned to the mountain. Of course, chasing back and forth, it's just that the bamboo basket is empty.

On the way back to Tozen Temple, while the other warrior monks were not paying attention, Hui Ming took advantage of the excuse to take a small break, flashed into a bush, went straight to the depths of the woods, and hid.

After the other warrior monks left, Hui Ming immediately set off to the north, came to Jiangxi Yuanzhou Mengshan (now Jiangxi Xinyu), thought of Huineng's instructions, hid in this area, and later entered the peak temple of Lushan Mountain to practice, self-gained, promote Buddhism, in Jiangxi has a good reputation, become a party of the master.

In view of the homonym of the word "Hui" with the sixth ancestor Huineng, Huiming changed his name to Daoming Zen Master.