Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are reincarnated, and in the blink of an eye, the cloth bag monk has been traveling all over the mountain for nearly ten years.

Over the years, he has no fixed residence, no trace, irregular appearance, and few standardized behaviors; smiling, hidden virtue is like an idiot, words are overwhelming, and his behavior is extraordinary; Truth but not falsehood, confusion but not rashness, therefore, the world does not know who it is.

This year, the Budai monk has been in Fujian for a long time, and he has the idea of returning to Zhejiang.

He traveled to Wuyi Mountain, stopping by to visit the monk Chen Dasu, who had given him a large amount of timber.

Naturally, Chen Da had to respect him like a god and treat him very carefully.

Parting, Chen Jushi was reluctant to give up, and asked him why he left the mountains and returned to Liangzhejiang?

The Budai monk actually said that his homeland is difficult to leave like ordinary people.

Chen Dasu said with a smile: "Since it is difficult to leave the homeland, why did you run to Boling in the first place?" ”

The Budai monk said: "When the Yuelin Temple was rebuilt, because I had a wood in the well, which alarmed the world, and I was suspected of confusing the people with a miracle, so I had to go away. Besides, if I hadn't been a fast runner, Master would have let me take over the position of abbot. How can I, an idler, endure that trouble? So get away early. This slip has taken thousands of miles, ten years and eight years. ”

Chen Dasu asked, "What is the monk's surname?" What year was he born? Fala geometry? ”

The Budai monk asked rhetorically: "Why, you ask in such detail, do you want to worship me as an ancestor?" ”

Chen Dasu also joked: "Whoever has an ancestor like you can be regarded as eight lifetimes of mold!" I think that your old man always sees the dragon without seeing the head and the tail, and comes and goes without a trace, so I am very curious. ”

The Budai monk said: "You Mo Dao, my surname is Li, born on February 8, only this Budai is the same year as the void." ”

Chen Dasu has practiced meditation for many years, so his wisdom is like a torch, and he is clear, and said with a smile: "Since you can't say that your surname is Li, then, you must be surnamed Zhang; I wasn't born on February 8, I must have ......"

The Budai monk hurriedly interrupted him: "If you know, you have to know, no one treats you as a dumb person!" ”

Chen Jushi smiled and said, "Good, good, good." If the monk goes, if anyone asks again, you just answer like that, and you must not fall into the rights and wrongs of others. ”

The cloth bag monk replied:

Right and wrong love the world is too much,

Think about it, what can I do?

But the belly is often endured by humiliation,

Let go of the dark aftermath of doom.

If you have a confidant, you have to divide it,

Even in the face of enemies, it is also a republic.

To make this mind unhindered,

Naturally attained the Six Poles.

Chen Dasu asked again: "Disciple is foolish, how can you see Buddha nature?" ”

Budai replied:

That is, a heart is a Buddha,

The most spiritual creature in the world of the Ten Directions.

Vertical and horizontal clever use of poor life,

Everything is not as real as the heart.

Chen Dasu said: "After the monk returns to Liangzhejiang, he must live in the monastery for a long time, and don't sleep in the street market anymore, it is not good for your health." ”

The cloth bag still replied with a side:

I have the Three Treasures,

There's nothing else in it.

Neither high nor low,

No shelter or obstruction.

Scholars are inferior,

Seekers are rare.

wise man solution arrangement,

There is no one through the ages.

Four doors and four fruits,

Ten parties to make offerings.

Chen Jushi understood that he was using things to talk about Zen and enlighten himself, so he saluted and said, "Thank you monk for your teaching, and may the monk stay for some more time, so that I can do my disciple's respect." ”

However, that night, Budai wrote a poem on Chen Jushi's door:

I have a body of Buddha,

The world doesn't know it.

No plastic and no installation,

No carving, no carving.

Without a single piece of dirt,

There is no color at all.

The work painting can't be done,

A thief must not steal.

physiognomy is natural,

Pure and always bright.

Although it is a body,

Hundreds of billions of doppelgangers.

After writing, he did not say goodbye to his master and walked away.

I don't know when a monk begging along the street appeared on the street of Fenghua County, Mingzhou.

He kicked a pair of broken straw sandals, and his arms were open, revealing a round, large belly.

He carried a Zen stick made of twisted firewood on his shoulder, and a cloth bag at the head of the stick.

His speech is slurred, he often says some inexplicable words, and talks about things that are irrelevant, so people always don't know what he is talking about.

He sat and lay everywhere at the head of the bridge or on the street, and at night he found a random eaves or doorway and began to sleep......

One day, it was the market day of Fenghua City. The big-bellied monk came to the street and saw the people in the bazaar bustling, crowded around, and crowded. He let out a long sigh and said, "What do you want to go south and north?" Time fades in an instant. Self-nature gnosis must be urgently realized, and Mojiao is trapped in the wind and thunder. ”

How did the people in the bazaar understand the Zen machine in his words? He was still busy with his own business, doing his own business, and no one paid attention to him.

He pointed to the crowd and recited: "Seeking fame and fame is empty, and the word fame is trapped." It is also necessary to return to the mother's face, and a piece of spiritual heart is the king of Jue. ”

He chatters on the streets like this every day, and he doesn't care if people listen to him or not, he always talks non-stop anyway.

Someone asked him, "Monk, what is your Dharma name?" ”

He took out the sack and said, "I have a sack, and there is no obstacle in the void." Open all over the ten directions, and enter the time to see at ease. ”

A scholar asked him, "Why do you always carry a cloth bag?" ”

He replied, "Cover it." ”

While reading Confucius's "Zhihu Zhiye", the scholar who asked the question had also read a lot of Zen quotations, so he had a good understanding of the wit of Zen.

He asked, "What's the point?" ”

The big-bellied monk replied:

Yuanjue Lingming is super too empty,

At the moment, everything is not different.

The ten realms of law are all covered,

Only the truth is too roundabout.

Needless to say, this big-bellied monk who can say that he is a cloth bag monk.

In fact, even if he was not called Budai Monk before, he is now a Budai Monk - he has been a monk and left the county for more than 20 years, and his image has changed greatly, and no one knows that this sloppy monk with a big belly is the handsome young man in Changting Village back then.

Because people always see him with a rod and a cloth bag, they all call him a cloth bag monk.

His cloth bag is indeed curious.

All his utensils, whether they were water bottles, wooden fish prayer beads, tattered clothes, and rotten straw sandals, were all stored in bags, and it seemed that they could never be exhausted.

He wandered down the street, no matter what he saw, whether it was useful or not, he would often ask for something, and then stuff it into his sack, but he would never be satisfied.

If a cloth bag around this side can wrap the ancient and modern future, why not open it, so that everyone can see the rarity;

The half of the wooden staff in his hand can no longer support the heavens and the earth, so he should simply put it down, don't just care about himself and laugh.

……

One day in early summer, Hu Sanjiang, a young man who lived on the bank of the Xiangjiang River, touched a big red-tailed carp from the river.

At noon, he had just brought the finished fish to the table, and before he could move his chopsticks, he suddenly saw the Budai monk coming from the east side of the street.

When the Budai monk walked to his door, Hu Sanjiang shouted: "Budai monk, my family's food is ready, do you want it?" ”

Cloth bags are naturally not refused.

However, what Hu Sanjiang handed him was a braised carp!

The monks of Han Buddhism in China, in order to embody the compassionate spirit of Mahayana Buddhism, have been completely vegetarian since the time of Emperor Wu of Liang. Monks who eat meat are considered to have broken their vows and will be expelled from the monastery without mercy!

Hu Sanjiang sent the fragrant braised carp to the nose of the Budai monk, with a smug smile on his face......

However, he never dreamed that the cloth bag monk picked up the braised fish, opened his mouth without hesitation and took a bite, then squinted his eyes and smiled, stuffed the whole carp into the cloth bag, and walked away.

blue falling clouds,

Long day and lonely moon.

Outside the inhabitant,

Wonderful.

Habitual Hidden Market,

Amazing.

There is only a Zen stick cloth bag,

Hunger, why not drink flesh and blood.

Don't, don't, the Jade Palace Qionglou is even more snowy.

The big carp that Hu Sanjiang worked hard for a long time to touch, and the delicious food that he had to endure for a long time to cook was easily disappeared and put into the cloth bag of the crazy monk!

I wanted to play tricks on others, but instead he was loved as a monkey, he was like Wang Ba touching the bridge pier, saying that he had nothing to say, he had nowhere to complain, and he couldn't eat food all day long - his stomach was full early.

When he got up early the next day, Hu Sanjiang found that the white rice he hadn't eaten yesterday had changed its flavor - it was hot yesterday, and the rice had been stored all day, and it had already gone rancid.

He was just about to pour it out, when he suddenly thought of something, smiled weirdly, and put it in the sun as it was......

At noon, the Budai monk passed by the front door again.

Hu Sanjiang shouted: "Monk, do you want rice?" ”

The Budai monk opened his mouth and smiled: "Master Hu, you are always so kind and giving. ”

"Then you will open the mouth of the cloth bag." Hu Sanjiang said, took out the rancid rice and hid it behind his back.

The cloth bag monk was very obedient, and sure enough, he opened the cloth bag, and Hu Sanjiang actually poured the rancid rice into his cloth bag......

The already rancid rice, after a morning of exposure, exudes a smelly and sour smell, which can almost smoke people's heads!

However, Monk Budai was not angry, but smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you Lord Hu for the fragrant rice." ”

Hu Sanjiang smiled evilly and said, "Since it's fragrant rice, then you can enjoy it quickly!" ”

The Budai monk said: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." ”

After a while, the Budai monk really took out the rice from the Budai bag and really ate it.

Oh my God, that's spoiled rice, it's going to make you have a stomachache and diarrhea when you eat it! However, the Budai monk ate it with relish, as if the rice was incomparably fresh and extremely delicious.

Sure enough, the smell of fresh rice was everywhere.

I don't know where a few greedy little boys popped up, competing to ask the Budai monk for fragrant rice, and the Budai monk gave them some, and the children also ate happily.

Hu Sanjiang, who was snickering on the side, was dumbfounded, and when the Budai monk walked away after eating, he was still stunned at the door.

A few days later, Hu Sanjiang and a few young friends found a sticky net and went to the river to fish.

Their luck was so bad that they tossed for a long time, and one live fish came out and went, and many dead fish were hung in the fishing nets.

The fish have soft stomachs, their scales fall off, and they don't know how long they've been dead.

"Damn, if these dead fish can come back to life, we can have a good meal." Hu Sanjiang said as he picked up dead fish from his fishing nets.

At this time, as soon as he looked up, he saw the figure of the Budai monk from a distance, and after Hu Sanjiang and a few partners whispered a few words, one of the young men shouted at the Budai monk: "Budai monk, it's fun in the river, come and play in the water." ”

The cloth bag monk really walked over, put down the cloth bag, pulled up his trouser legs, and splashed water with them in the water to play.

Hu Sanjiang took advantage of his inattention, quietly slipped onto the riverbank, and put all the dead fish into his cloth bag......

The Budai monk probably just laughed, and seemed to be unaware of all this.

Enough of the commotion, and tired, people went ashore one after another.

The cloth bag monk carried the cloth bag that had fallen heavily from the dead fish, and said suspiciously: "Strange, when I put it here, it was obviously empty, how did it bulge?" ”

Hu Sanjiang and the others hid to the side, covering their mouths and stealing fun.

The cloth bag monk opened the mouth of the cloth bag, saw half of the cloth bag of dead fish, and said stupidly: "You naughty fish, don't swim in the river, what are you doing in my cloth bag?" ”

"They're in your sack!" Hu Sanjiang joked.

The cloth bag monk actually nodded and said, "Yes, yes, we can jump into the river to play in the water, and the fish will naturally be able to sleep in the cloth bag." ”

He said to the dead fish in a frenzy, "Hey, hey, I have come out of your river, and you can no longer lie in my sack!" ”

As he spoke, he carried the cloth bag to the water's edge, poured those large and small fish into the river, and muttered in his mouth: "Those who want to go, those who want to stay, those who want to leave will not look back, and those who stay will never look back." ”

At this time, the unthinkable happened, and all the fish came to life, bobbing their heads and tails, and swam into the depths of the river......

Could it be that there is some miraculous creation in the cloth bag of this crazy monk?

That day, on the cross street in the city, Hu Sanjiang and a group of young people surrounded the cloth bag monk, wanting to see what kind of goods were in his cloth bag and what kind of mechanism it was.

Unexpectedly, the cloth bag monk was very generous, in front of everyone shook the cloth bag to the sky, only to see that there were leftover rice balls, dry food, daily needles and threads, as well as Buddha beads, wooden fish, robes and legs.

He pointed to these things and said, "Look at them, see them in your eyes, you don't see them in vain, you don't see them in vain, and you look at them in vain." ”

He picked up the bits and pieces one by one and asked the people one by one, "What is this?" ”

Strange to say, they were all ordinary objects, because in his hands, they seemed to have a different meaning, and people didn't know how to answer. Before people could react, he had already put the bag back......

……

Besides, this year, Wu Yongyoudu, who had just been named the king of Yue, commanded Xu Juan to launch a mutiny.

In the midst of the turmoil, Quzhou Assassin Chen Zhang secretly accommodated and took in the rebel generals, and Ding Zhang, the general of Wenzhou, also expelled Zhu Ao, the assassin appointed by Qian Biao, and even the little Fenghua, a town general born as a street gangster, also drove the county order away and sat in the county hall.

How can this general, who has no ink, know how to govern the economy? Everything is based on his likes and dislikes, changing government decrees at will, and being willful, making a mess and miasma of a good and decent Fenghua County.

People complained, but there was nothing to be done about it - in those years, whoever held the handle of the knife was the son of heaven.

God knows what the reason, this town general is the least fond of seeing monks, on this day, he rode a tall horse, led a group of wolf-like soldiers, and went straight to Yuelin Temple, three miles outside the city-

At that time, there were either Dharma protectors or government assignments, and Yuelin Temple had a large area of fertile land on both sides of the county river.

Moreover, Yuelinzhuang by the sea is even richer, with thousands of acres of paddy fields, tens of thousands of acres of mountains and forests, and large tidal flats.

If you can dispel those useless monks and put those possessions under your own account, a large amount of white silver will flow like flowing water every year......

The town general has long coveted the property of Yuelin Temple, because there was a county order to obstruct it in every possible way, and it has not been successful.

Now Lao Tzu has a knife and a gun, and he has the power of life and death, see who dares to stop Lao Tzu's edge!

In the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, the town general and his party went out of the city gate, the green trees in the distance, and the faint Yuelin Temple in the palace was already in sight.

However, at this moment, the team in front suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?" The town general stepped forward and found that it was a big-bellied monk blocking the way-

The monk lay on his back in the middle of the road, bare-chested and bare-chested, with a cloth bag under his head.

Needless to say, he is a cloth bag monk.

The town general pointed at him with a horsewhip and shouted: "Bold monk, dare to stop the general's team!" Get out of here, or the iron hooves of Lao Tzu's war horse will break your belly! ”

However, despite the roar of the town general, which shook the heavens and the earth, the cloth bag monk did not move, and he didn't know if he was asleep, and he died and ran out of breath.

The town general didn't care about the thirty-seven twenty-one, and whipped the horse's buttocks fiercely, really driving the war horse forward to trample on the cloth bag monk lying on the ground!

The good horse saw the shadow of the whip and ran.

What's more, the town general rode a well-trained war horse, not to mention that the war horse was whipped again, it neighed, and rushed forward......

Although the belly of the cloth bag monk is large, after all, it is flesh and blood, how can it withstand the trampling of horses' hooves?

Seeing that he was about to have his stomach cracked and die under the iron hoof-

Suddenly, just as the horse's hooves were about to step on the cloth bag monk, the war horse let out a frightened neigh, and the forehoof man stood up—

"Bang!"

The town general who was riding on the horse was suddenly thrown off, and he was dizzy and dizzy, and it took him half a day to get up.

He threw all his anger on the war horse and scolded: "Brute, you dare to smash Lao Tzu! "He raised his whip high, and he was about to whip his warhorse—

At this time, the Budai monk spoke: "Since it is a beast, how can you be as knowledgeable as a beast?" ”

When the town general heard this, he was furious and said, "Wow, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, you dare to tickle the tiger's buttocks, come and scold me first!" ”

The Budai monk smiled and said, "I'm not scolding you, but reminding you." You say that horses are brutes, and brutes naturally don't understand your mind. When you fall off your horse, and you seek it to vent your anger, are you not as good as a brute? ”

The town general was so angry that he trembled, but he had no reason to say, so he scolded. The three generations of the ancestors of the Budai monk who have passed away, if they know it underground, they will definitely be scolded and restless, and their rotten bones will ring. However, the Budai monk was also silent, still looking at the town general with a smiling face, as if watching the clown performance with relish.

Scolding and scolding, the town general suddenly felt that in front of this smiling monk, he was like a monkey playing tricks.

Gradually, his voice lowered, and finally stopped completely.