Chapter 2 The little disciple of the monk

Tianxiang Mountain - the monk's resort, the mountain is more than 2,000 zhang high, the mountain is dangerous, and the dangerous peaks stand tall. The mountain peak resembles a giant elephant from a distance, and a hundred zhang strange stone mountain stretches into the sea of clouds on the left side of the mountain, just like an elephant trunk playing in the water, so it is called Tianxiang Mountain.

The monks are divided into warrior monks and monks, the warrior monks exercise their bodies on the top of the Tianxiang Mountain, and the monks preach Zen and chant Buddha on the mountainside, and welcome pilgrims.

On the top of the Heavenly Elephant Mountain, in the Hundred Elephant Law Field, one hundred and eight huge bronze elephants are scattered and lined up, each with its own demeanor. In the middle of the Dharma field, there is a thousand-year-old Bodhi, the branches are coiled, the old stem is stout, and the leaves are like Buddha lotus. This is the place where the warrior monks practice, the monks' exercises are powerful, the moves are wide open and closed, and the domineering is abnormal.

The monks practiced the Hundred Elephant Rotation Gong a total of three, one heavy and one elephant force, can lift a thousand catties of copper elephant to run like the wind, the muscles and bones of the whole body are like giant elephants, and it is difficult to hurt the slightest bit with ordinary sticks. Two heavy and ten elephant power, can bear the weight of 10,000 catties to move and jump, the body is like electricity, the muscles and bones are like copper skin and iron bones, and the sword is difficult to enter. Triple hundred elephant power, the power of hundreds of elephants, out of the palm is the power of moving mountains and reclamation, the protective strength is three feet, ordinary masters can not get close, the body can reach the volley and stand, feet do not touch the ground.

On the top of the mountain behind the Dharma field, there is an old monk standing in the air, dressed in a cyan robe, holding a string of Bodhi prayer beads, square forehead and big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a majestic figure.

"Brother Tiju, this world is really going to be cross-current, turbid and chaotic!"

Tianxiang Mountainside - Tianxiang Temple, the sound of wooden fish, Sanskrit sound is swirling, such as coming to the main hall of pilgrims, monks close their eyes together, chanting in their mouths. The pilgrims knelt down, clasped their hands together, and closed their eyes to listen.

Blessings come to the heart, disasters will hurt the gods, pray for blessings and avoid disasters, and people will be healthy.

A thousand eyes see the world, a thousand hands help the world, and the gospel of the world is nothing like this.

The main hall goes west to the hidden place of the mountainside after three miles, and it is the lock building of the Tianxiang Temple. There are five floors in the lock scripture building, the first floor is hidden on the east and west sides of the scripture cabinet, which contains the scriptures and Buddhist scriptures of the monks of the past dynasties, a total of more than 2,100 volumes. On the second floor, there are copper, woodcut, and stone engravings of various scriptures. The third layer contains more than 1,300 volumes of the monks' practice cheats, fist books, knife books, palm methods, and stick methods. On the fourth floor, there are the wall stones of the monks of the past dynasties, a total of 11 pieces. On the fifth floor, there is only one table, on which is placed a long black iron box and a small sandalwood box.

Behind the lock building, a secret passage can go directly to the celestial magic field at the top of the Celestial Phenomenon Mountain. At this moment, on the secret passage, a figure was galloping, and within a while, he arrived at the Celestial Phenomenon Dharma Field, and the figure moved over the Dharma Field a few times, and went straight to the meditation room on the other side of the mountain. In the meditation room, it was the old monk in the previous green robe, who was meditating with his eyes closed at the moment. Smelling the sound of stepping on the wind, the old monk gently pushed his palm in the air, and the Zen door was slowly pushed open, only to see the galloping figure leap on tiptoe, go straight to the room, kneel in front of the old monk and say:

"Master Kong Xuan, the child has fainted again, and his eyebrows are already black."

Kong Xuan took a white porcelain vase from the robe and handed it to him, saying:

"Zong De don't panic, take this evil pill and give it to him. After he woke up, he was ordered to copy three volumes of scriptures every day, and you went up the mountain to get the evil pill once a month. When he had finished copying all the scriptures on the first floor of the lock building, he brought him here to see me. In the future, I will ask him to chase after him, in this life, I am afraid that he will disappear and hide, and he will live in the world or the loess will cover his bones to see the creation of this child."

Zongde took the white porcelain vase, scratched his head, and said:

"Master Kong Xuan, this three volumes of scriptures are copied every day, and it will take two or three years to copy them all, he is now full of black gas, like a gossamer, and it is not known how many days he can last.

Kong Xuan heard him say this, and scolded softly:

"Zongde, don't be rude! The old valley lord has a strange temperament, and it takes a lot of effort to enter the Lonely Hung Valley, this child can't be delayed, you go down the mountain quickly, do your best." ”

Seeing that Master Kong Xuan closed his eyes, Zong De nodded, folded his hands and made a wave, got up and walked backwards, and gently closed the door of the meditation room. Out of the meditation room, Zongde hurriedly picked up his luck, crossed the Dharma field, stepped on the secret passage, and rushed to the lock building.

In the meditation room on the left side of the lock scripture building, Zong De helped up the child lying on the Luohan collapse, the child had woken up, dressed in a ragged shirt, with a hair scattered, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a dark complexion, a clenched cheek, and a bean-sized bead of sweat on his forehead.

Although the child's face is full of childishness, his eyes are desolate, as if he has seen through the world. Zongde poured out the evil pill in the white porcelain bottle, took a bowl of water and handed it to the child, and the child was not polite, he directly threw the evil pill into the bowl and drank it all.

Zong De looked at the child's look of disdain for life and death, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, but said:

"Huangkou Xiaoer, you have good guts, aren't you afraid that it will be a soul-breaking medicine that will kill you?"

The child pointed to his eyebrows, and looked directly at Zongde.

Zongde saw that he was silent, so he had to say again:

"You see it quite thoroughly, you know that the black gas has entered the center of your eyebrows, is it telling me that my life is made by my heart, and I seek happiness?"

The child nodded, then lowered his head and pointed to his stomach.

Zong De looked at his move, thinking that he must be hungry, but there was not even a steamed bun in the meditation room, so he opened his mouth and laughed:

"Haha, what a yellow-mouthed child, my Zongde is in this lock scripture building, and the warrior monks and monks of the entire monk gate admire me deeply and are respectful. Today, it's your turn to call me, a little ghost, or not, there are many sentient beings suffering, and the monks solve the cause and effect. Today, the little monk will be a miscellaneous monk and cross your little bitter guest once."

Zongde turned around and took the bowl on the table, got up and walked towards the monk's hall on the east side of the lock scripture building. The monks did not eat at noon, and at this moment it was past noon, and the hall was empty. Zongde only got some white rice in front of the stove, and made a fire to cook a bowl of white porridge.

Zongde took the white porridge back to the meditation room, but the child was gone, hurriedly put down the bowl of white porridge, and ran towards the secret road behind the lock scripture building, just arrived at the lock scripture building, only to see the building in front of the Bodhi tree, the child was squatting under the tree, picking up the Bodhi leaves on the ground and sending it to the mouth, Zong De was shocked and angry, opened his mouth and shouted:

"You little ghost, are you crazy hungry?

Zongde stepped forward to stop him, but the boy ignored him, spat out the leftover petioles from his mouth, and picked up a large handful and sent it to his mouth. Seeing this, Zonde couldn't help but grin and laugh:

"Hahaha, the little ghost eats a fallen leaf and eats it very carefully, and only eats the leaves, you don't drink white porridge, you prefer to eat the fallen leaves here. If Master Kong Xuan knew, I was afraid that he would punish me to engrave the scriptures again. ”

Seeing that the boy still ignored him, Zongde continued:

"You're quite capable of walking around so quickly. Let's wait here first, the little monk will bring the white porridge, and today I will see if you drink the white porridge or continue to eat the fallen leaves."

Zong De jumped a few times, and in a moment brought the bowl of white porridge from the meditation room and handed it to the child, who glanced at it and continued to eat the fallen leaves by himself.

Zong De looked at him like this, as if he didn't look down on this white porridge, and would rather continue to eat this fallen leaf, and couldn't help but be curious:

"Hey~ Haven't you ever drunk white porridge? Nourish the yuan and replenish the qi, nourish the stomach, you don't drink it, the little monk drinks it, now it's not hot or cold, it's just the stomach." ”

Zongde raised his head angrily and took a sip, smacked his lips, then squatted down and handed the bowl of white porridge to the child, and raised his chin at him. The child looked straight at him, reached out and took the bowl in his hand, and looked up and took a sip in the same way as Zongde.

Seeing that he had finally drunk the white porridge, Zongde couldn't help but feel happy, and asked with a big laugh:

"Haha, how's it going? Is the white porridge delicious or the fallen leaves delicious?

The boy did not answer him, but put the bowl of white porridge on the ground, grabbed the Bodhi leaves on the ground, plucked the petioles one by one, tore them into pieces, threw them into the white porridge, took up the bowl and raised his head and drank the essence.

Zong De was stunned, thinking that he dared to love this little ghost and use this Bodhi leaf as a side dish. The monks have always only seen pickles with white porridge, who has ever seen such a way of eating, it is really unheard of, unseen, can't help but look at him with curiosity and ask:

"Little ghost, is this your ancestral way of eating? The little monk has never seen it, how does it taste?"

The child did not reply, but smacked his lips, touched his belly, handed the bowl to Zongde, and walked straight towards the meditation room.

Zong De thought to himself, this little ghost, after waking up and not saying a word, could it be that he is a dumb person? No wonder Master Kong Xuan gave him a name, it seems that he doesn't even know his own name. He also explained that he needed to copy three volumes of the scriptures every day, and if he was still illiterate, then... , hey, hurry up and ask.

Zonde hurried a few steps to catch up with the boy and asked:

"Little ghost, Master Kongxuan gave you the name to chase the hidden, can you write these two words? You and I will be senior brothers in the future, you need to call me Senior Brother Zongde, your senior brother and I are the amazing genius of this monk, Xiaowu Tongjing, among the twenty-eight generations, this monk is afraid that he will not be able to find the second one. ”

The boy stopped and looked at Zonde, clasped his hands together and waved at him, and then looked at him in the same place.

Zong De saw that he knew the number of etiquette, and it seemed that he was not an arrogant little ghost, so he felt relieved in his heart, and touched the child's head and said:

"Hehe, this kind of etiquette will be exempted in the future, chasing the little junior brother, you and I will be senior brothers in the future, Master Kongxuan told the senior brother that I will take care of you for a long time, senior brother looks at you and is interesting, you must live up to the master's trust, come and come, first follow me to this lock scripture building to copy the scriptures."

With that, he led the chase to the lock tower. When he arrived at the Desuo Jing Building, Zong De first led the chase into the preparation meditation room in the side hall, and found the smallest set of monk's clothes and pants to change the tattered pants on his body.

Looking at the appearance of Chaizang's makeover after changing into monk's clothes and pants, Zongde was very emotional in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little more compassion for this little junior brother, and squatted down to take care of the monk's clothes and pants for him. Hands lightly put on his shoulders and said:

"Chasing the little junior brother, it looks like a monk wandering monk, but the size is a little inappropriate, go back and find a suitable one for you. ”

Chai Zang nodded, and Zongde went to the water tank to fetch a basin of water for him to clean his hands and face. Only then did he go to the Tibetan scripture cabinet on the left side and took a copy of the "Medicine Master's Sutra" and spread it on the square table in the main hall, took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and placed it beside it, and called the collection to the square table and said:

"Chasing Tibet, today you copy this "Medicine Master Sutra" first, Master Kongxuan has already given you a name, and he will include you in the monk's door. In the future, before copying the scriptures, you also need to follow the rules of this monk's sect and wash your hands and face like today. Say it silently in your heart:

" Shakyamuni Buddha,

The supreme and profound subtle method is encountered by millions of catastrophes;

I have seen and heard it now, and I am willing to interpret it as it comes."

Chai Zang nodded, Zong De took the pen and paper and handed it to him, Chai Zang took the pen, grabbed the pen with both hands, and scribbled the dragon and snake on the paper. Zong De looked at him stunned, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"If you are really illiterate, the little monk has taken over the task of moving mountains, or not, the sea of suffering in the world, sorrow and sorrow, chasing the little junior brother, the senior brother will start to teach you from this literacy. ”