In the afternoon, in the Bodhi Courtyard in the northwest corner of Minglun Temple, except for a huge Bodhi tree, there are bamboo forests, the sun does not shine into the towering bamboo forest, only some mottled shadows can be left on the ground, moving with the wind, dazzling, like a fragment of time.

The wind blows in the bamboo forest, which is very cool.

Under the Bodhi tree, a two-foot-high wooden platform has already been erected, a big flag is erected on the side of the platform, and four big characters are written on it, and there are thirty or fifty people sitting sparsely under the wooden platform, and four people are in the middle of the left sky.

"The Diamond Sutra says: 'There should be no dwelling, but the heart should be born.'" It is the so-called mindlessness that gives birth to a Zen mind, because a mind is a vain mind. Sometimes heaven, sometimes hell, every thought from heaven, hell I don't know how many back and forth, if the Zen person can settle himself in the unintentional place, he will get the Zen heart...... "The old monk of the clear space, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a large explanation, often quoting scriptures, stories and metaphors, listening to the people present were drunk and infatuated, it seems that this old monk still has some practice.

Lu Xihua's boy appearance sat upright below, watching Jingkong explain the Buddhist scriptures on the stage, and couldn't help shaking his head, the Buddhist scriptures are the explanations of the Buddhas' teachings, but you can learn from other people's paths, you just want to follow other people's paths and you can't become a Buddha, because each Buddha is unique, they have all walked out of their own way, and your path needs to be explored by yourself. There is a one-acre fish pond next to the bamboo forest, there are lotus flowers in the fish pond, there is a pavilion on it, Lu Xihua stood up at once, ran towards the fish pond, and watched the fish and flowers by the fish pond.

Everyone thought that the child couldn't understand the Buddhist scriptures, and felt that it was too boring, so they went to play in the water by the fish pond, but they didn't think so, but they sighed in their hearts, this child has no Buddha fate.

With the completion of the lecture of the old monk of Jingkong, it is time for the following believers and visiting monks to ask for advice.

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, he couldn't help but pick up the teacup next to him and take a sip of tea, and a monk here asked, "May I ask the Zen master, what is the Dharma Eye?"

The old monk said with a smile, "The Dharma Eye is the Dharma Eye, and the Dharma is the entire Dharma. The leader of the sect, Shakyamuni, hid it with the eyes of the Dharma and the eldest disciple Kaye at the Lingshan Festival, which was the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism. ”

"There's a little story involved. The old monk of Jingkong said, "One day, the sect leader Shakyamuni gave a big class, and many disciples looked at him with blank eyes, but he didn't say a word. The leader reached out and picked up a flower from the flower pot on the podium, and swirled it around in his hand, as if to hint at something. None of the disciples understood what the teacher's action meant, and this was the 'Shakya Flower'. The sect leader has a big disciple named Ka Ye, and when he saw Shakya holding flowers, Ka Ye 'smiled'. Religious churches, the precepts are extremely strict. But in the midst of this silence, Venerable Kaye actually 'poofed' and smiled, although it was not a laugh, but just a smile, which was also very unconventional, and this was the 'Kaye smile'. ”

"The Guru said, 'I have the Dharma Eye, Nirvana, the reality without appearance, the subtle Dharma, the non-text, the teachings outside the teachings, and the instructions of the Mahakasya. This story is the famous 'Smile of Flowers', and the Dharma has been passed down from the heart. Everything is like a flower, and a flower is like everything, so the leader of the sect pulls the flower and the Kaye smiles, and this smile is the whole world. ”

As soon as the old monk finished explaining, a monk below immediately exclaimed, "Master, your old man is worthy of a generation of masters." Listening to the master's words is like a slap in the face, it's really worth the trip. Amitabha~"

Someone else asked, "I also want to ask the master, what is the meaning of the Buddha's westward meaning?"

Buddhism was introduced from Tianzhu, so what was the Buddha's intention when he came from the west to preach the Dharma? Since the Tang Dynasty, the western road has been cut off, and no one knows that Buddhism has declined in Tianzhu itself, but it has been revitalized in this land. Tianzhu, the birthplace of Buddhism, has a strict caste mentality, advocating that "one exposition cannot become a Buddha", that is, people without caste and low castes cannot become Buddhas. Since the original meaning of the Dharma has changed, is this still the original intention of the Buddha to pass on the Dharma? Not the original intention, so how can the practice of the Dharma understand that one can achieve positive results? The Buddha's intention to come west is to ask this meaning.

"The Buddha is the body, the law is used, the body is constant, and the law is thousands..."The old monk of the pure space is very familiar with all kinds of Buddhist classics, and he comes when he opens his mouth. The old Zen master of Baiyun closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows below, but Shifang listened interestingly, on weekdays in Feiyun Temple, all the senior brothers and brothers, uncles and uncles were silent, and when they asked a question about their own practice, they often answered simply in three words. I was confused when I listened to it, where is the old monk of the clear space who spoke so thoroughly, and he was overjoyed when he was at ease.

A believer asked, "Old Zen Master, do you have to wait until the robe on your body is worn out and the rosary on your hand is worn out, so that you can realize Zen?"

The old Zen master replied, "There is no need to go deep into the mountains to participate in meditation, and the mind is calm and naturally cool." Participating in Zen and enlightenment depends on your wisdom. ”

Everyone below nodded their heads, and what the old Zen master said was reasonable.

Jingkong was old, and he felt tired after speaking for an hour, so he announced the end of the lecture, and everyone in the audience was ready to disperse.

At this moment, a child ran in the distance, five years old, three feet tall, holding a water lotus flower that had just been picked from the fish pond, the flower color was white jade, the tips of the petals were a little reddish, and there was a lot of pond water on it, shining in the sun.

Before the child ran to the wooden platform, a small hand struggled to raise the water lotus in his hand and handed it to the old monk of Jingkong and said, "Grandpa, I like the big tree in your yard very much, I will exchange this lotus flower with you!"

Everyone was about to leave, but when they heard the child's words, they couldn't help but be stunned, and they all laughed, this child who came from nowhere actually wanted to exchange a freshly picked water lotus flower for the Bodhi tree in this Bodhi Temple, and this water lotus flower seemed to be picked from the fish pond in this Bodhi Temple. It's just funny to take someone else's stuff and exchange someone else for something else.

The old monk looked at the child in front of him, knowing that this must be the family of the believer, and when he saw that he had picked a water lotus flower in his hand, he couldn't help but turn cold, "Little doll, what's your name?

Although the tone of the clear air was stern, the child was not afraid at all, but said, "I picked it in the fish pond over there, I saw a lot of beautiful flowers, but why didn't the old man like it? You see how beautiful this flower is, it has just bloomed, the big tree behind the old man is so old, my water lotus is much more beautiful than it, I will change it with you!"

The old monk of Jingkong was angry and shouted loudly, "It's just unreasonable, you want to exchange my flowers for my Bodhi tree, no wonder you don't have a Buddha fate, don't listen to people, and don't know the etiquette." Whose child is this? Take it away quickly! Also, Zhisheng wrote down that this water lotus flower is a different species in our temple, and today it was picked and folded for no reason, and he was fined fifty taels of silver, so as to set an example! After speaking, he snatched the water lotus flower from the child's hand, slammed it on the ground, and left without looking back.

Zhisheng stayed in the local area, grabbed the child's clothes, Zuo Tianzong came over immediately, didn't say anything, took out a silver ticket of fifty taels of silver and handed it to Zhisheng, and then took Lu Xihua away. From beginning to end, Lu Xihua kept a smile on his face, not crying or making trouble.

Seeing this, everyone sighed, this son is afraid that he will not have a relationship with the Buddha in this life, but the old monk Baiyun frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and Shifang stuck out his tongue, "My obedient, fifty taels of silver, this master is so greedy for money." It's just that I don't know if my little brother will be beaten after he makes his brother ruined?" Thinking of this, out of his love for Tianheng, Shifang couldn't hold it steady anymore, and hurriedly came to Baiyun and said, "Master, Tianheng picked flowers indiscriminately this time, and was fined fifty taels of silver by the temple, not a decimal number. The disciple is afraid that Tianheng will be blamed by his brother, so please allow the disciple to go and persuade him. ”

Old Monk Baiyun looked at his honest disciple and nodded.

The old monk here walked all the way, the afternoon Zen meeting was good, and he was very happy to speak, many believers and monks who traveled around the temple praised their Buddhist explanations, but unfortunately they were finally destroyed by a child who came from nowhere. Wanting to exchange a water lotus flower for the Bodhi tree in his own Bodhi Garden is simply extremely stubborn.

"No Huigen, no Huigen!" Jingkong said while walking, and suddenly heard a frog cry from the roadside stream, turned his head to look, and saw a mountain frog squatting on the stone by the stream, and couldn't help but say, "Even you, the frog, have Huigen than the child just now, the world is ignorant and unreasonable." ”

The old monk snorted and wanted to continue walking, but suddenly there was a change in front of him, and the mountain frog squatting on the stone suddenly changed into a child's appearance, which was the child he saw in the mirror of the meditation room this morning, and he appeared again this morning when he was shaving Zhide, and at this moment Jingkong was suddenly frightened and fell to the ground, and screamed.

The little monk Zhixin happened to be passing by here, and when he saw the old monk of the clear sky falling to the ground, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, "Master, Master, what's wrong with you?!"

The old monk stretched out his trembling hand and pointed to the stone by the stream, "There, there's a child there!"

Zhixin looked towards the stream while supporting the old Zen master, and saw that the stone pointed by the old Zen master was empty, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Master, there's nothing there?"

Zhixin knew that Master had a lecture in the Bodhi Garden in the afternoon, and said, "Master, I'm afraid that you are tired from your afternoon lectures, so I'll help you go back to your room to rest." ”

"It's fine. "Three or two times today, Jingkong was surprised by the strange appearance of children, and he also looked tired.

The master and apprentice slowly returned to the meditation room in the depths of the bamboo forest, and the first thing they did when they entered the house was to step in front of the bronze mirror in the bathroom, and carefully looked at the bronze mirror for a long time, only to confirm that no children appeared, and couldn't help sighing, "It's okay, Zhixin, you go down first." Hearing this, the little monk Zhixin immediately withdrew and closed the door.

Jingkong removed the rosary from his neck, hung the robe on the wall, and then returned to the bookcase to remove a Buddhist scripture and put it on the low table. He sat on the futon, took off the rosary on his wrist, recited the Buddhist scriptures in an uncertain mood, and looked cautiously at the bronze mirror not far away while reading, for fear that another child would appear inside.

As the scriptures were recited, the consciousness of the clear space was somewhat blurred. I don't know how long it took, and a voice seemed to sound in my ears slowly, it seemed to be Li San, who was renting the land, dressed in tatters, "Old Zen Master, you have compassion, my family has such a large population, you let me plant for another year." ”

Then there was another voice, it seemed to be Zhu Yuanwai who begged him to come to the door, "The old lady also said that she would donate all the gifts and gifts received for this birthday to Baosha to make sesame oil money, at least three or four thousand taels." ”

Another voice seemed to be the shopkeeper who sent the statue, "Old Zen Master, you sell it for 800 Wen a statue, and you make more than double the profit." ”

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There were more and more voices, and the confusion in his mind was extremely chaotic, and it seemed that he saw Zhixin shaking the tree in the courtyard again.

"Master, the disciple shook off all the dead branches and leaves on the tree, so it's easy to sweep. ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin. Zhixin, you are killing a living being! Leaves grow on trees and have a life of their own. You shake it down, isn't that killing? Alas, sin, sin, Amitabha. ”

"Grandpa, I like the big tree in your yard very much, I'll exchange this lotus flower with you!"

"It's just unreasonable, you want to exchange my flowers for a Bodhi tree, no wonder you don't have a Buddha fate, don't listen to people, don't know the etiquette. Whose child is this? Take it away quickly! Also, Zhisheng wrote down that this water lotus flower is a different species in our temple, and it was picked and folded for no reason today, and it was fined 50 taels of silver to set an example!"

Countless voices echoed in Jingkong's ears, Jingkong only felt as if there were flies flying around his head, he was very disgusted, and slapped his head with a slap, and suddenly, no sound was gone, and it was clean at once. The clearance spreads out his hand, there is nothing in the palm, it is very strange, is it not a fly?

Qingkong inadvertently looked into the bronze mirror again, only to see that the child appeared in the bronze mirror again, looking straight at himself, but this time with a depressed face.

Reading the scriptures in the empty mouth, trembling and turning over the Buddhist scriptures in his hands, it is a pity that this time the child did not disappear, still standing in the bronze mirror.

With courage, he moved to the mirror step by step, and asked loudly to the child in the mirror, "Who are you and why are you pestering me?!"

In the mirror, the child did not speak, but spread his right hand, and saw a dead frog in the child's hand.

"You?!Are you?!" Jingkong looked at the frog in the mirror and suddenly remembered something.

"I don't want them to die, I want to transcend them, I want to benefit all sentient beings!

"Master, I want to purify them, I want to become a monk!"

Jingkong remembered these distant words, and suddenly understood that the child in the mirror was clearly what he looked like when he was a child.

"No!, you're not me!You're not me!" Jingkong reached out and took off the bronze mirror on the wall as if he was crazy, and smashed it the table and the ground, "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! You're a demon!" Jingkong smashed things like crazy in the room, and in the black clouds above him, a demon god was laughing arrogantly, as if he was very satisfied with everything in front of him.

Jingkong threw the bronze mirror on the ground, jumped up and stepped on it with his feet, I don't know how many times he stepped on it, the bronze mirror has been deformed, Jingkong was tired and panting, looked down into the mirror, and saw a deformed child, still appearing in the bronze mirror. However, because of the deformation of the copper mirror, the child's face became more and more strange.

"Don't, don't get close to me, don't get close to me!" The old monk of the clear sky didn't know where he got the strength, picked up the bronze mirror on the ground and rushed out of the meditation room. It was already dark outside, and it was obviously late at night.