The sun hung high, and Maitreya led his group to meet the Buddha in the gentle breeze and ask to become a monk.

The Buddha agreed on the spot. With the blessing of the Buddha's boundless supernatural power, their hair and beards fell off on their own, and their robes were automatically put on their bodies—officially becoming the bhikshu disciples of the Buddha.

Maitreya, who became a bhikshu, had a more delicate image and a fresher temperament, and his body seemed to exude a cool aura, which could make people feel harmonious, serene, and happy from afar.

So, on the following day, there was the scene seen in the previous 500 Sanskrit.

Besides, the idle Zen master has finished his hair for this contract, and he seems to be smiling and smiling:

Sangha Today,

Buddha of Tomorrow.

Dream Water Moon,

Cause and effect.

I don't know what the master is doing. However, he seemed to feel something dimly, like a long-ago dream, the plot had long been forgotten, only some dreams were like gentle clouds, like faint smoke, seemingly absent, looming.

But what is that? He couldn't say it again. So, he seemed to be stupid and stunned on the spot.

Xian Kuang slapped him lightly on his shiny bald head, and chanted: "It's from a dream, why bother to pursue it? Knowing as much as the heart, suddenly understanding the antecedents. ”

Suddenly, as if a flash of lightning flashed in the depths of Qi Qi's soul, in a trance, he seemed to see a majestic heavenly palace, where fragrant flowers were around, fairy music was curling, and the sky was fluttering......

Master's voice from the idle Zen master seemed to come from outside the sky: "Qi Wu Niang's face, this nature is true." Therefore, your Dharma name is still called Qiji. ”

He returned to the world from heaven and respectfully bowed to the idle Zen master three times, thanking the master for his grace.

Zen Master Xian Kuang said, "Therefore, after your parents returned home tonight, they found that you had not returned, and they will definitely come to the temple tomorrow to look for you." Especially your sister Miss Qiuxia, who seems to love you so much, will inevitably come to visit you in the temple often for various reasons. In the long run, there will inevitably be gossip, one is not conducive to your own practice, and the other is that it will have a reputation for staining the quiet place of Buddhism, so you can't live in Yuelin Temple permanently, and you can't settle down here. ”

Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel anxious: "Master, I have just been ordained, and I don't know anything about other temples except Yuelin Temple, where can I go to settle down?" ”

The idle Zen master smiled and comforted him, saying, "You don't have to worry, I have already planned a way out for you." Eighty miles away from Fenghua County, there is a Tianhua Temple, where the environment is quiet and is a good place for practice. The abbot of Tianhua Temple, Yunqing monk, is my fellow practitioner. I have already written a letter to him, recommending you to place an order at Tianhua Temple. ”

As he spoke, he took out a letter and handed it to him. I couldn't help but be a little strange: "Master, when did you write this letter?" ”

Idle nodded: "Just now, I wrote it when I was waiting for you here." ”

This is even stranger: "How do you know that I will definitely come back?" ”

"When it is time to come, it will come; When you want to go, you have to go. It's like you're going to leave Yuelin Temple overnight. ”

Experience the wonders of Buddhism again.

The idle Zen master seized the time to tell Qi this some common knowledge of Buddhism, as well as the basic rules of monks to place orders, but he did not mention the crucial practice methods.

As soon as the sky was bright, the mountain gate of Yuelin Temple, shrouded in morning mist, quietly opened a gap. Wearing a hat, carrying a bag, holding a Zen cane, dressed as a wandering monk, and the old monk was idle, squeezing out of the crack in the door silently one after the other. The Zen Master stood outside the mountain gate, watching his disciples walk down the long steps.

When he turned around, he saw that the master was like a statue, standing high on the steps, motionless. His nose was sour, two lines of hot tears rolled down, he put down his bag, knelt down, and kowtowed to Master three times.

The idle Zen master waved his hand, urging him to hurry up and get on the road. As he drifted away, he gradually walked into the thick morning mist, like ice melting into the sea, and he completely blended into the heavens and the earth......

Qi walked along the county river in the direction of the county seat. Once you reach the county seat, turn onto the road that leads to the sea.

On the other side of the river is his hometown where he has lived for 16 years - Changting Village.

The morning fog that lingers like nostalgia and is as sentimental as nostalgia lingers here, making his steps a little heavy.

The fog on the river is even thicker, and I can't see the outline of my hometown, but I can clearly feel the faint pain in my heart, and I can clearly feel that I am getting farther and farther away from my hometown......

Suddenly, as if hallucinating, a string of ethereal songs came from the direction of the village:

The river flows, the county river flows, flows to the sea without looking back, and the water waves are sorrowful. Love, thoughts, the ends of the world, when will you return to the boat?

This song is like a lonely soul floating in the air, helplessly pouring out full of grievances, sadness and confusion to the earth, mountains and rivers.

For some reason, I felt that this song sounded a little familiar, as if my sister Qiuxia was singing at the window: salty tears, bitter tears, flowing into the chest cavity and soaking the heart, and the sick tree was in frost and autumn. Hate youyou, complain about you, look forward to complain about Jiuzhou, the cold moon shines on the empty building.

……

Before I knew it, I was already in tears. His steps grew heavier and heavier, and he almost stopped completely......

At this moment, a crisp bird's cry swept through the stagnant and gloomy air, awakening the illusion of this. He shook his head, and listened intently, where was the singing? Only the rolling river makes a low whin!

He shuddered—the bewitching song was nothing but a manifestation of his demons!

He remembered a poem that Master Xiankuang once recited:

If a man wants to know,

All the Buddhas of the three worlds.

should observe the boundaries,

Everything is made by the mind.

So, he lifted his spirits, raised his head, and strode forward to meet the fiery red glow of the eastern sky......

After a whole day of arduous trekking, at last he approached the seashore at sunset—the wind was affectionate, and the sea was affectionate—and he could already smell the fresh, slightly salty scent.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear bell:

While...... While...... While......

The breeze pushes away the fog at the bottom of the stream, which is clear, the mountains and rivers are clear, and it is nothing more than clear; The Buddha bell breaks through the peak clouds, empty and empty, color and empty, always empty.

The bells of the Buddha country are fluttering in the wind; The troubles are cleared, and the Bodhi is greatly increased.

As soon as his spirit was lifted, the exhaustion of his body was swept away.

He walked quickly to the top of a mountain, and suddenly it became clear to him that a monastery of a grand scale and majestic temple naturally existed between the mountains and the sea: it was bordered by a series of undulating green hills in the north, like a splendid painting screen, blocking the storm; It faces the ebb and flow of the tide in the south, and the water and sky are the same as the bay, like a clear mirror, shining through its original face......

The sun rises over the East China Sea, and the morning glow reflects the sky, like the light of the Buddha;

Hanging on the west peak tomorrow, the spiritual light is clear and empty, just like the heart.

This is the famous Tianhua Temple.

I couldn't help but let out an exclamation from the bottom of my heart: No wonder Master Xian Kuang Zen Master wants to practice by himself, it's really a paradise! Isn't it, facing the mighty sea, the ups and downs of the waves cleanse the mind; Backed by majestic mountains, the peaks are jagged and majestic...... The environment is so magical, full of natural inspiration, that it will surely promote the early attainment of the spiritual profession.

Qi couldn't help but blow and ran towards the mountain gate of Tianhua Temple.

Monk Qing, the abbot of Tianhua Temple, read the letter of the idle Zen master, and couldn't help but look at this a few more times: this hairy young man with a slightly fat body, with a mediocre appearance, and even a little clumsy, what kind of special talent does he have, which is worthy of praise from the idle Zen master?

Monk Yunqing really couldn't see the uniqueness of this deed, but because of the recommendation of his old friend Xiankuang Zen Master, he still handed over to the prison (responsible for the daily management of the temple, commonly known as "the master"), and placed him in Yunshui Hall, the place where the Yunyou monk placed orders, and lived.