At night, Zhang Qing settled in an ancient temple.

Weeds are overgrown in front of the dilapidated ancient temple, and over the years, Yunmengze ghosts have been rampant, turning the temple of some believers into wreckage.

Walking into the courtyard gate, Zhang Qing looked at the faint light in front of him with some surprise.

In this kind of place, there are still people who stop?

He walked towards the firelight, and through the broken wooden door, he found that the source of the fire was a shining oil lamp, and beside the green lamp, a monk whispered to the Buddha.

The scriptures are not profound, Zhang Qing's divine sense can even see that the same scriptures are engraved on a stone behind this ancient temple.

Zhang Qing stood at the door, waiting for the monk to quietly bow to the Buddha.

Because of the spiritual mountains on the land of the Divine Eagle Temple, his senses for these bald donkeys are not good, but this is Yun Mengze, and the monk in front of him is just a mortal.

Zhang Qing felt that these Buddhists with their own beliefs would always be more devout than Buddhas, especially the mortal ascetic monks in front of him who had yellow faces and thin muscles and didn't seem to have eaten anything good.

In the empty world, the voice gradually quieted down, Zhang Qing walked into it, and the monk also opened his eyes at this moment and said Buddha to Zhang Qing.

"Master, what are you doing? Daily meditation? ”

The old monk smiled slightly and shook his head, "The Buddha is worshiped in the early morning, but now it is late at night, and the old monk is not a demon or a monster, wouldn't it be disrespectful to our Buddha to worship the Buddha in the middle of the night." ”

After speaking, he explained his purpose, "The old monk is exceeding. ”

"Excess?" Zhang Qing glanced around, and he could feel that there should have been no one dead here for a long, long time.

The old monk nodded, "Spend time for this dead temple." ”

Zhang Qing was curious, "The temple will also die?" Can I exceed it? ”

The old monk nodded, "The temple was built by people, unattended, and now it is dilapidated, and there is no one to remember." ”

"If you are not remembered by others, what can you do even if you fall into the depths of prosperity?"

"The temple is not a person, it can only live in the heart of a person, so now it is dead."

"I recite the scriptures of this temple to build a temple, which is to transcend and tell this temple that there are still people in the world who remember, so that even if the temple collapses and turns into dust tomorrow, it can die with peace of mind."

Zhang Qing was not interested in the understanding of Buddhism, "So, the master thinks that everything has a spirit? ”

As he spoke, he pretended to reach into his arms and handed over the two plums he had picked at the door, but the old monk was not polite, and took them and bit them.

"All things have spirits."

"Buddhism has a saying that it does not kill, so isn't it true that people in Buddhism keep killing when they eat grains?"

Zhang Qing looked at the old monk, "Master, don't lie to me to kill as a nursing student." ”

The old monk smiled, looked at Zhang Qing, and also reached into his arms, and when he came out, a handful of yellowed grain rice was in the palm of his hand.

"What does the donor think of this?"

"Grain fills people's stomachs."

The old monk nodded, then flipped his palm and let the grain rice flow to the ground, "The donor thinks, after a year, what is this?" ”

"Rotting weeds, nutrients for the soil."

The old monk still bowed his head, "A flash in the pan, just for the fragrance of the moment, as long as it blooms in that moment, the epiphany is worth it, but if these grains can't enter my belly, then it doesn't even have the qualifications to be a flash in the pan, and it can't illuminate the moment, so it can only be reduced to mud and buried in the soil." ”

"If I let these grains rot, am I killing, am I satiating them, and am I nursing?"

Zhang Qing nodded thoughtfully, "I see, people in Buddhism are really good at quibbling." ”

"I also heard a monk named Sancicada say that if you don't eat grains, you will starve to death, so people eat grains just to protect their lives, and he also personally went to the fields to help farmers sow seeds and teach them how to make grains more productive."

"It doesn't make sense." After the old monk heard Zhang Qing's words, he shook his head angrily, "At first glance, it is a person who is not good at Buddhism and quibbles." ”

"But he is called a high monk by many people."

"That's everyone being deceived by him."

"He sank into Buddhism, and he did not hesitate to cross the desert, but also to worship the Buddha with others, and finally won."

"It must have been an insidious one."

"He has been practicing Buddhism for many years, and he knows many profound Buddhist scriptures, and even I suspect that he himself has written many Buddhist scriptures."

"Incompetent, no matter how you behave, you are still selling the first and taking a shortcut."

At any time, the old monk seems to be approachable, and the dimension is in Buddhism, and he is very irritable, saying that the three cicadas in Zhang Qing's mouth are useless.

Hearing his words, Zhang Qing couldn't help but scan the other party carefully, but in the end he found nothing.

"So, the master thinks he's wrong?"

The old monk nodded affirmatively and pointed to himself, "The monk you are talking about is either already in the devil or in the prime of life, and the old monk has worshiped the Buddha for many years, and he has walked twice as much as him, and has eaten twice as much food, so he can be called an ancient Buddha." ”

"So, he must be wrong."

Zhang Qing didn't explain too much, "It seems that the master's cultivation is profound. ”

The old monk ignored him, and picked up the grain that had just been dropped on the ground, not wanting to fall a single grain.

The next day, Zhang Qing opened his eyes in a clear sound of chanting.

The green lights had been extinguished, a faint light was lit in the dilapidated courtyard, and a warm breeze blew in, dispersing the hot night at dawn.

I thought that the old monk would ignore him, but after seeing Zhang Qing open his eyes, he immediately stopped chanting.

Pointing to a steaming pot next to him, "You invite me to eat fruit, and I invite you to breakfast." ”

Zhang Qing was not polite, he naturally knew that this was the porridge cooked by the old monk after waking up in advance.

"The master doesn't seem to have that much respect for the Buddha."

The old monk shook his head, "My Buddha naturally knows that everything I do is to believe in my Buddha, and Buddhist scriptures have never been needed by my Buddha." ”

"The master's words are really disrespectful, wasn't he expelled from the temple?" In the Divine Eagle Temple, almost every time Zhang Qing saw a Lingshan temple, he would hear the gushing chanting sound, day to night, never stopping.

"Even if I want to expel the temple, I will expel everyone, and my temple will always be my temple." When the old monk spoke, he had already come to Zhang Qing's side to drink porridge together.

"Sounds overbearing." Zhang Qing was indeed a little impressed.

"It's not overbearing, it's my practice." The old monk shook his head.

Zhang Qing was silent for a moment, and asked a little seriously: "What does the master think, what is cultivation?" Why Practice? ”

The old monk glanced at Zhang Qing and said with a smile: "Your eyes are dusty, and there are unsolved things in your heart, otherwise how could a young man dressed like this appear here." ”

"Are you thinking about why you're practicing? It seems that your spiritual path has entered a bottleneck. ”