In the winter, the snow is full of food.

Maybe it's really a cold sleep, and nightmares are repeated.

Enchanting like the fox fairy, cunning like the villain, the world is full of too many regrets that need to be satisfied, only the monks are waiting for it stupidly

Until the vicissitudes of life. In the next life and this life, year after year.

If there is still a big thought in the mountain temple, is it the clever tongue and reed debate?

Maybe it's really sleepy and sentimental.

I brushed away the snow in front of me, looked back, and it was instantly cloudy.

I didn't know after a few debates, but I knew the result when I saw that the head of the senior brother Yifo was still blooming on the tongue. The atmosphere off the field was vigorous and discussed

The sound is in full swing.

At this time, a little monk with a yellow mouth sat in front of Yifo, with red lips and white teeth, born like a tea pet, and his big watery eyes were full of wisdom.

Seems to be able to speak.

"Ananda has seen Brother Yifo"

The sound is like birds playing, and it goes around the forest.

"Little junior brother, please argue first..."

According to the Buddha's breath, he is calm and calm like the moon.

The little monk exhaled deeply, letting his chest rise and fall smoothly due to tension, and his mind instantly settled into the clouds.

Yi Buddha secretly praised in his heart, this son is not simple... Whoever will bring a fool to show his eyes?

The moment the little monk opened his eyes, the little lotus bloomed.

Little monk: "Brother Yifo, what is cultivation?"

Yifo: "To meet the Buddha..."

Little Monk: "Practicing is not for meeting the Buddha, but for meeting the self." ”

The little monk said with great confidence and clenched his teeth. It seems to be waiting for the apprehension of the Buddha. The elders and brothers of our hospital reciprocated their enthusiasm

of encouragement.

Yi Buddha: "There is no Buddha and no self, there is no Buddha without me, what is it to meet?"

Little monk: "Since you want to meet the Buddha, why don't you contradict yourself without Buddha and self, without me and without Buddha?"

Yifo: "Buddha... There is no sorrow, no joy, no matter, no air, all my generations have practiced, just for nothing..."

Little Monk: "None?"

Evo: "None..."

Little Monk: "None..."

Yifo didn't answer again, just nodded, and gave the little monk a rare smile, which seemed to have a very good impression of him.

The little monk's face flushed instantly, and he seemed to have realized the answer that Yi Buddha gave him.

Although he is tall, he is too young after all, but he is also a child's habit, his nose is sore, and tears are broken like beads on his long eyelashes

lined.

He got up and bowed to Yifo, covered his face and ran back into Master's arms.

"Master, I lost the argument..."

The old monk comforted him as if he was holding his own child, not crying or crying, and little Ananda behaved very well. Wrinkled kindness and pampering,

The expression was proud. However, the cloudy eyes that contemplate the Buddha are gradually heating up, and they are in the ascendant.

At this moment, the snow is as heavy as a seat, and all the forces have set up a brocade umbrella to shelter from the wind and snow. The rest of the three religions and nine streams, some of them are happy and lively, and they are pleasing to Yi

Attached to someone else's umbrella, going around the front and back, having to bow his head. Some of them had to stand in the wind and snow like me, making it impossible to tell the difference

Personally or a bunch of wind and snow.

Only the miscellaneous veterans of Weinan Mountain are ingenious, the three-foot clouds are steaming, the rain and snow are not wet, but they have also attracted a lot of attention. Everyone spared

Looking at it with interest, I think that these hermits who see the head and the end of the dragon on weekdays are really not simple, but the monks think in their hearts

It is the last stubbornness of the Daomen.

The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have been opposed since ancient times, although there is no clear sword and gun, and they do not interact with each other in old age. Occasionally, there are one or two exchanges, and I also met that

One or two enlightened lords who do not close their doors and cherish themselves.

Confucianism should be more mellow, win the strengths of all families, transform the concept of words, use them for their own use, and establish a sect.

There is nowhere to hide from the bitterness and happiness in the world, and there is no trace to be found.

But between heaven and earth, a great Buddhist scholar, a hidden purple crown, a Confucian giant. A book of Buddhist scriptures, moral commentaries, and books of sages

Record.

Like a beacon illuminating all the world's paths, it is convenient for you to choose your own path.

Release, let go of obsessions, be empty, and see through life and death.

Dao, alone, sloppy and hidden, spontaneous and lively.

Confucianism, arrogant, upstream, stealing from all over the world. The most important thing is that you don't have to cut off the love between men and women, and the good of wine and meat is in line with it

The aesthetics of today's power and talent.

Today's Confucianism, one by one, does not respect the grace of heaven and earth respected by the predecessors and sages, and does not cultivate benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, and does not know where to excerpt

A few sentences are piled up, a few obscene clichés are learned, a few flowers are seen and a few clouds are appreciated, and I fantasize about being together in three or five and walking all over

The snow and the moon and the wind and flowers in the world. provoked a few pieces of thin paper, what time was the autumn wave, how many red faces were crazy, how many slightly blue faces were stroked, and the girl gave them

Hua Tian, the three-inch golden lotus standing on tiptoe, is jealous of how many beautiful young men.

Young and fearless, thinking arm, indulging in waste, no singing, no wine and no joy...

Therefore, Confucianism seems to always have a noble body, and it can't help but be weak. Sheltered under the canopy of the doors of the major palace dignitaries, incense curls,

The stove is red.

It seems that only a warm spring-like environment can lupin scarves and talk and laugh.

Even the colleges outside the individual independent state capitals are also fur fur, freezing the cold in their hearts and simmering into spring and white snow.

The mountain temple mountain breeze rises, the sea of clouds is waves, the weather is thousands, the empty pavilion has long been the top of the cloud pavilion, the Confucianism sits outside the pavilion ten thousand lotus,

Or boil wine or warm tea, and then look at such elegant arguments, and sigh in my heart, immortals are just like this...

What's more, they ask for pen and paper, indulge in wildness, and scribble wantonly.

The monks of the mountain temple had already frowned, but the person who came was a guest, and when they saw that the abbot of Guhai did not speak, they no longer paid attention to it. The rest of the monks are in charge

Looking at the joke, I secretly read the "Lengyan Sutra"...

"I just wrote a book "Ask the Buddha", please answer me according to the Buddha. ”

Such a mouthful of good fortune, how can there be less of those sour talents.

A handsome young man held a piece of paper, drank in a fluttering posture, staggered and stood in place, pretending to be chic, and read it aloud.

"The Buddha said: You are crazy...

I replied: It's not that I'm crazy, it's that the world is crazy... I like to seek, enjoy wine, get drunk before resting... Leave innocence to the other side, and give youth

Lost in the middle of the stream... Minced meat, pink skulls... Fall in love with twilight into the floor... Finger picking epiphany, reclining and dancing willows... The spicy and spicy are all bitter

Throat, yellow flowers are not as thin as mine, please Ming Buddha answer me, how to be right? How to be free?"

The Confucian stopped the pen and paper in his hand, picked up the wine glass, squinted and smiled, and waited for Yi Buddha to answer.

Yifo's eyes drooped, refusing the snowflakes, nothing would make him go against his heart. The moment when I lowered my eyebrows and took a nap, I opened it again

It's just a few breaths.

"The Buddha said: Sin...

You like to seek, enjoy wine, get drunk and rest, but you don't see the thorns in the peak, and you are drunk and sorrowful.

The world is full of your pupils, and the myriad postures are like a kaleidoscope... Layers of color obscured innocence, overlapping years of debauchery and youth... Only love

On the twilight into the floor, but do not miss the old man onion finger cold gonghou, you have leaned on the horse slope bridge, full of red sleeves... Frivolous! but not nostalgic

People have forgiven you again and again for your neglect and nonsense... You complain that Huanghua is not as thin as you, but you don't know that the old man's face is like a flat lake

Boat, slightly wrinkled... Slightly wrinkled...

My Buddha is compassionate, you should be free and easy, and you should be free and easy... Love is like a spring tinkling, trickling and bubbling non-stop... Occasionally, there is a brook girl raccoon,

Fallen leaves under the hedge... The high mountains and dangerous mountains are blocked, and the pond and lake are beautiful... The body seems to be a wandering wreckage, but the heart eventually returns to the four seas... This is free and easy

Heart! Righteous heart! Idiot... When engraved in every corner of the soul! Sin... Compassion on my Buddha..."

Which profligate person is unrelenting?

Which talented man doesn't like to find a person's shadow?

At this moment, that shadow was sown, reaped, and then barren again, because Yifo had helped him to plant his own true oneness

hearts.

"Idiot, I'm idiot..."

The handsome man kept repeating that sentence, crying and laughing, and no one understood. Stumbling and running down the mountain temple, where is the teacher servant

I also took care of boiling wine and warm tea, splashing ink, and chasing away one by one...

Everyone held their breath, all of them were shocked, this is really killing people without a knife, eating people without blood, and every word is heart-wrenching.

"If you still have a confidant in your heart, don't drink it..."

Yifo threw a step to the Confucians, and his tone was neither light nor salty, and he took it to the extreme.

The books of the sages flowed like a drink, and the guiding lights drifted like snowflakes.

It is the most desperate to use words to draw faces, take one's own shortcomings, and attack its strengths.

Sometimes the rotten Confucianism is really like the coffin board that has been dug up, rotten. is just slapped in the face by Yifo like this, and he still has a bitter face

Proud, no one else.

The supply depends on the agriculture and industry, the safety depends on the Buddhism, the Tao and the military, and the honor is the royal family.

They only seem to have snow and moon wind flowers in their eyes, searching for lonely words, sour love, and never know that someone is drowning in the dark deep sea,

Leaning on a solid back to make him wind and sunshine.

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are by no means just elegant, but the real truth. The sky can cover everything, and the earth can carry everything. I want to be heaven and earth

That kind of existence is by no means a thousand people who are looking for fun, and they don't eat the fireworks of the world.

Therefore, today's Confucianism has gone astray.