"The sun has set in the West Mountain, let's stay in the temple tonight." The six ancestors graciously retained, and their love for talent was overflowing.

So, Xuan Jue settled down in the temple and talked with the six ancestors until the east was exposed.

The night conversation between the sixth ancestor Huineng and Xuanjue sparked a Bodhi spark; The collision of meditation and meditation brought out the light of wisdom that illuminated the heart.

Writing this, the author's mind keeps flashing back to me since I joined the Zen Six Ancestors Culture Research Association at the end of the 90s of the 20th century, and since I came into contact with and studied Zen culture, those stories of Zen people who are still unforgettable are like the waves rolling and whistling in the Zen sea impacting my heart, and my heart is not calm......

I can't help myself, so I happily put pen to paper and write these stories into the book for the sake of you.

Story 1:

Tang Dynasty poet, Jiangzhou Thorn History Li Bo, in his youth and his brother Li She, lived in seclusion in Lushan and Songshan, determined to write poetry, read history classics, learned rich five cars, integrated hundreds of schools, crowned ancient and modern, known as "Li Wanjuan", even the famous genius Bai Juyi, also gave him an assistant - Jiangzhou Sima.

One day, Li Bo came to the Guizong Temple in Lushan in the south of the city and asked Zen Master Zhichang: "The Buddhist scriptures say: mustard seed Na Sumeru." How can an insignificant mustard seed, smaller than the tip of a needle, hold a Mount Meru? What a lie! ”

Yes, an object of a foot size cannot fit into a container of nine inches and nine, let alone put an infinite mountain into a mustard smaller than the tip of a needle! What kind of realm is this?

Zen Master Zhichang did not answer and asked: "I heard that Li Tingshi has read thousands of books and studied through the past and the present. However, my husband's abdomen and chest are no more than the size of a coconut, and where are the ten thousand books contained? The thousands of years of history recorded in the book, spanning tens of thousands of miles, how are they placed in your body and how are they displayed? ”

From the words of Zen Master Zhichang, Li Bo had an epiphany of the mysterious will of "Mustard Seed Na Sumeru".

Story 2:

Still in Lushan, time shifted to the period of confrontation between the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Tang Dynasty. Cao Han, the general of the Song Dynasty, was ruthless and murderous. He waved the flag, and the tiger and wolf army of the Great Song Dynasty pounced on the south of the Yangtze River and the beautiful Lushan Mountain......

It is said that the people in the vicinity have taken refuge in the temple. So, Cao Han came roaring with a large army. However, there is only one old monk in the huge temple - the abbot Yuande Zen Master. Others have long since been scattered.

Zen Master Yuande sat on a high throne, not only did he not stand up to greet him, but he did not even raise his eyelids.

This is clear contempt!

The general Cao Han was furious, pulled out his cold sword with a snort, and shouted: "Monk, haven't you heard of a general who kills people without blinking?" ”

Zen Master Yuande slowly opened his eyes and looked at him for a while before he slowly said, "How do you know that there are monks who are not afraid of death!" ”

The kind of calmness that looks at death as home, and the serenity of a fairyland, even Cao Han, who has been in battle for a long time and kills people like hemp, has never seen it.

He looked around and said, "If you are not afraid of death, why have all the monks fled?" ”

Zen Master Yuande said, "If you beat the drum, you will come back." ”

Cao Han went to beat the drums.

He knocked for a long time, but he didn't even see a figure.

Zen Master Yuande looked at Cao Han with a calm gaze like water: "You have murderous intentions, and the drum sound has a murderous aura." ”

After speaking, Zen Master Yuande stood up and beat the drum with his own hands.

The sound of the drum carried an indescribable peace and tranquility, and even the restless Cao Han felt a calm that he had never felt before.

After a while, the monks returned to the monastery one after another.

Cao Han and his generals were unbelievable, but they had to believe it.

Story 3:

Also in the Song Dynasty, Song Huizong learned that the Zen master of Furong Daokai was handsome, virtuous and magical, so he gave him purple clothes and personally named the Dharma name: "Dingzhao Zen Master".

What a great honor it is for Emperor Lao Tzu to give the title and commendation! However, Zen Master Daokai refused to accept it.

He said, "I'm a monk, and I just have to concentrate on studying Buddhism and practicing meditation, so what's the use of asking for all this worldly fame and fortune? ”

There are so many people in the world who don't know how to lift up!

Song Huizong felt that the dignity of the royal family had been damaged and his authority had been challenged, and he couldn't help but be furious. He ordered Dali Temple to take Daokai into custody and investigate it seriously!

Either go to heaven or go to hell. However, Zen Master Daokai would rather go to prison than be moved by fame and fortune.

So, he accepted the punishment calmly, put on the shackles, and embarked on the long road of exile.

Story 4:

From the Song Dynasty to the first year of Taoism, Ruilu Yu'an Zen Master was about to pass away. After bathing and changing clothes, he walked into the coffin himself and asked the coffin to be covered. It is often said that the coffin is certain. Although the coffin of Zen Master Yu'an was covered, the legend came:

Three days later, the disciples were to cremate the master as usual, so the lid of the coffin was opened. I saw Yu'an Zen Master lying on his side like the Buddha Shakyamuni when he passed away.

When the disciples saw Master's remains, they couldn't help but weep bitterly.

At this time, Zen Master Yu'an, who had been dead for many days, came back to life, walked out of the coffin, ascended to the throne to speak, and sternly admonished his disciples: "After that, the person who opens my coffin again is not my disciple!" ”

With that, he returned to the coffin and passed away.

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This is the style of the Zen man, this is the demeanor of the Zen man: wise and courageous, free and magical. What fame and fortune, what life and death, are all passing clouds.

"There is a room on the top of a thousand peaks, and the old monk is half a cloud and half a room. Last night, the clouds went with the wind and rain, and in the end it was not as idle as the old monk. Guizong Zhizhi said.

Zen is a pure land of the soul and a home of the soul. Come back and return to your free, uninhibited, carefree nature. The world of Zen has a long history, deep and vast, empty and agile.

The wisdom of Prajna contained in it, and the epiphany thinking it expounds, can enable us to directly enter into the true meaning of life in the universe, grasp the law of development of things, integrate with the principles of nature, and correspond to the avenue of heaven and earth.

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Enlighten wisdom, comprehend life, activate thinking, and move the heart - in the narration, experience the philosophy of nature, feel the true meaning of life, comprehend the miraculous wisdom, and realize the transcendence of Zen.

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow. The dragon enters the sea to increase morale, and the tiger returns to the mountain to add majesty. Throughout the ages, enlightened Zen masters have stood tall and high-spirited. The inquest battle between them, the stick and the fire are out of reach, the lightning and light are the same, and they collide with each other to create a brilliant edge that shines through the ages.

Zen, like people drinking water, knows their own warmth and coldness; Witty and insightful, with a good heart.

Readers, gentlemen, comprehend with your heart, you are also a dashing Zen practitioner.

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Besides, Xuan Jue stayed in Baoling Temple for one night, and early the next morning, he went down the mountain along the lively Cao River.

Passing by Caohou Village, the old woman who sold glutinous rice dumplings shouted eagerly: "Master, come, eat a glutinous rice cake and drink a bowl of tea, so that you can hurry." ”

Xuan Jue replied without stopping: "Thank you, mother-in-law, I drink the milk of the Six Ancestors, and I am neither thirsty nor hungry. ”

The old woman said, "But there is someone waiting for you here." ”

Mo Daojun walked early, and there were even more early pedestrians. It's a friend Xuan Ce. Still a staff, a bowl, a hat, a wandering monk's outfit.

"Senior Brother Xuan Ce, you've been a layman for a year, and you've just come back for a day, and you're going to travel again?"

"Aren't you the same? After decades of searching, I just talked with my heart-to-heart master for a night, and then waved goodbye. It's really a 'night', so free and easy! ”