"Nian Chan is a famous monk, originally everyone thought that he could get the mantle of Huikong Patriarch and be the sixth generation patriarch of the Lingjing Sect. But in this way, Huikong chose a successor that no one expected. ”

"Is that the monk we saved?"

Murong Yiwen looked at Dao Chan and nodded. He smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Bodhi. Before Boda came home, he was just a woodcutter, illiterate, but every time he listened to Buddhist scriptures, he gained something. One day, Huikong Patriarch Xiangguo Temple gave a lecture and asked the disciples to understand. Nian Zen got up and made a Buddha's verse, and the monks praised it, but Bodhi laughed three times in a row. When Patriarch Huikong saw him like this, he asked him why he was laughing. Bodhi said that the Buddha made by the great monk of Zen is beautiful, and it is beautiful. Bodhi is just a monk who burns a fire in a temple, and who can take this statement seriously? Bodhi saw that everyone was laughing, he was also angry, and casually made a Buddha's poem, and everyone in the seat was shocked. But Patriarch Huikong scolded Bodhi loudly, saying that he didn't know how to pretend to understand, disturbed him to preach the scriptures, and walked away. Others should take it as such. And Nian Zen listened to his heart, he was not another monk, naturally heard that Bodhi's Buddha was against him, so he had a murderous intention, but Xiangguo Temple was still presided over by Huikong Patriarch, and Nian Zen was not easy to start for a while. But after a long time, there will be a chance to kill. Patriarch Huikong secretly passed on the mantle of Bodhi and sent him out of Xiangguo Temple. ”

"Monks are not pure with six roots, how can they care about the position of the patriarch?"

"A monk is just a monk, but he is still in the world, and since he is in the world, then he is a layman. How can everyone leave their fame and power behind? Reciting Zen Buddhism and cultivating is already considered to be the highest level, so what can it be?" Murong Yiwen sighed.

Daochan's eyes closed, he really didn't know what these monks were planning: "That is still a fart family, what kind of monk to be?"

"Alas, you see, that's Xiangguoji. Murong Yiwen touched Dao Zen and pointed to a towering pagoda in the mountain.

"I know why the bald donkey wants to inherit the mantle. Daozen looked at the magnificent Buddhist temple in the distance, the houses were like each other, the arches were staggered, the green tiles and red walls, and the intrigues. The most is the towering stupa, which is even more solemn. Looking at Dao Chan's coveted look, Murong Yiwen shook his head, this Dao Chan is too fond of money.

"This temple was built by the three generations of ancestors of the Lingjing Sect. Three generations of patriarchs spread the Dharma everywhere and universalized all sentient beings. One day to this mountain, three generations of patriarchs saw that there is a Buddha light to shine, he coiled up the mountain, climbed to the peak, sat down to meditate, did not eat or drink is seven days and seven nights, and so on the last night, the sky descended Buddha light, everyone saw this vision, have to go up the mountain to worship, because at that time His Majesty sincerely believed in Buddhism, then ordered here for the three generations of patriarchs to build this Buddhist temple. In the future, people called this mountain Fo Guang Shan. ”

After hearing this, Daozen looked up to the sky and sighed.

Murong Yiwen turned his head and asked him, "What's the matter? You are moved by the story of the three generations of patriarchs, and you also want to become a monk?"

Daochan put a hand on Murong Yiwen's shoulder: "Why doesn't this kind of good thing fall on my head?"

"Thirteen, thirteen. I really don't know what to say about you. ”

Daochan squeezed his eyebrows, thought for a long time, and patted his forehead: "One day, I will also find a mountain to sit on for a few days, maybe there will be some vision." Ha ha. ”

Murong Yiwen pulled the Zen: "Daydreaming, but it will hit the wall." Let's go. ”

When you come to the foot of the mountain, you will be full of pilgrims. There are peddlers and pawns, there are carrying people, there are literati and inkmen, and there are reckless white dings. Listening to the bells coming from the temple makes people's hearts empty.

"I haven't asked you yet, how do you Wantong Pavilion know about these secrets in Xiangguo Temple? Don't tell me, the monks in Xiangguo Temple also have people from your Wantong Pavilion. "Dao Chan has always been interested in how Wantong Pavilion knows so many secrets.

Murong Yiwen smiled slightly: "It's actually very simple. You have been in the Yama Hall for so many years, and you should know that although many things seem extremely complicated, the truth is extremely simple. Our Wantong Pavilion is not much different from your Yama Palace, but they are just businessmen. As long as you are willing to pay, you will naturally be able to buy what you want to know. ”

"Then aren't your Wantong Pavilion very rich? If you think of a way for me, I will join your Wantong Pavilion. Daozen smiled wickedly.

Murong Yiwen waved his hand again and again: "You're still dead." Don't say that I don't have that ability, even if I do, I won't introduce you to Wantong Pavilion, maybe one day I will be implicated by you, and there will be no place to bury you. ”

"Half-stunned, what kind of brother is talking like this?"

"You can't even talk about it. Murong Yiwen would never agree.

"The master is really careless in making friends. Daozen put his hands behind his head and sighed.

"Each other, each other. ”

Walking into the temple gate, Murong Yiwen bought a handful of incense and gave half of it to Daochan, who glanced at it and didn't take it. Murong Yiwen didn't care, he walked to the main hall, lit the Buddha's incense, inserted it in the incense burner, knelt on the futon and bowed three times, and then folded his hands, I don't know what wish he made in his heart so pious.

Daozen leaned against the door, watching the pilgrims coming and going, very bored.

"The donor is looking for someone?" a kind old monk stood in front of Dao Zen.

Daochan tilted his head and glanced at the old monk: "No." ”

"Hehe, the old man lives in the East Zen Temple, if the donor wants to find someone, he can go there to find the old man. Saying that, the old monk walked over, and the other monks in the temple hurriedly saluted when they saw the old monk.

Dao Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, it seems that this old monk's status in Xiangguo Temple is not low.

Murong Yiwen walked out of the main hall: "What's wrong?"

Daozen shook his head: "It's okay. By the way, what did you make a wish for so long? But don't forget, we're not here to burn incense and worship Buddha. ”

"Why are you so anxious, this is not like you at all. As soon as Murong Yiwen came out, he felt that Dao Zen was a little strange, but he didn't know what had happened.

"Don't you know a lot about Xiangguo Temple? Why don't you even know where to find such a famous old monk now?"

"I know that I know, Patriarch Huikong lives in the East Zen Temple. But at this time, if you want to visit directly, I'm afraid it's not easy. Nian Chan has sent people to hunt down Bodhi, so now Xiangguo Temple must also be his manpower. If we are born like this and go directly to Master Huikong, we will be suspected by others and cause trouble. "Murong Yiwen is afraid that he has thought about this for a long time, but he hasn't thought of anything for a while.

"Okay, I understand what you said, in that case, let's just be a pilgrim. Since everyone has come to Xiangguoji Temple, let's enjoy the scenery here. ”

Although Murong Yiwen hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet, he had no intention of playing. Daochan patted him on the back: "Don't say anything again, the wall has ears." ”

Huikong returned to the meditation room, but there was a handsome monk standing in front of the door, and the monk waited respectfully with his eyes lowered.

Huikong saw the monk and smiled: "It's chanting, why are you standing outside the door and following the old man into the house." ”

Nian Chan clasped his hands together and bowed his head: "The patriarch has turned away the disciples, how can the disciples enter the patriarch's door?"

"The door is in the heart, and the Buddha is also in the heart. Although you have not entered the door of Lao Gao, the door to Buddhahood is still wide open, so why do you need to look out?" said Hui Kong with a kind face.

"In that case, if the disciple has something to say, why did the patriarch open the door to others?" Nian Chan looked up at Huikong.

Huikong saw that Nian Zen was resentful, and sighed: "Nian Zen, how long have you been practicing Buddhism with me?"

Nian Zen replied: "The disciple has been a monk since childhood, devoted to the Buddha, and traveled to many places to learn the Fa, and then because of his admiration for the patriarch, he came to Xiangguo Temple, which has been nine years. ”

"Nine years. Huikong opened his eyes, his eyes revealed hope, and he also had a faint regret: "Nian Zen, you are talented and intelligent, and the Buddha's heart is tenacious, and the old man naturally knows it." For so many years, you have achieved great success in cultivating Buddhism, and you have surpassed everyone else, but you still have not understood the essence of Buddhism. Do you know why I don't pass on your mantle and pass on Bodhi?"

This was the purpose of chanting meditation, and he didn't understand how he was inferior to the fire-burning monk of Bodhi.

Seeing that Nian Zen did not speak, Huikong continued: "It is precisely because you are dedicated to the Dharma that you have obsession. Focus on external things, not on the mind. What my Lingjing Sect is talking about is that my heart is a Buddha, and I have an epiphany at one thought. Even if I impart the mantle to you, it will not only be of no benefit to your path, but a curse. Do you understand the painstaking work of the old man?"

"The disciple is unknown. Patriarch, although the disciple is dull, if the patriarch passes on the mantle to me, the disciple will definitely be able to go to the next level, surpass the ranking patriarch, and let my Lingjing Sect become the first Buddhist sect in the Great Feng Dynasty. Chan Zen spoke sharply and took two steps forward.

"Well, it seems that you still don't understand. Come back. Huikong slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to say more.

And Nian Chan looked at Huikong coldly, and after a long time, he straightened his waist and said to Huikong: "Since the patriarch has concluded that Nian Zen is here, then the disciple no longer expects anything. The patriarch insisted on passing on the mantle to the fire monk, and then the disciple did what he thought was right. With that, he left angrily.

Huikong sighed again, and then said softly: "Since the donor is here, why hasn't he shown up?"

Standing on the roof, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he really couldn't hide the eyes of this monk. Although Dao Chan is only a martial artist in the Vajra Realm, he has been in the Yama Hall for many years, and he is still somewhat confident in his ability to hide his body. And although Huikong is a high monk in Buddhism, he is not even a martial artist, so how did he discover himself?

"The master is really good. Daozen fell to the ground and patted the dust on the hem of his trousers.

"The donor praised, Lao Wei is just a monk who has become a monk and cultivated, but he can't be the word 'good'. Huikong turned around and walked into the room, and Daozen followed.

"The meditation room is simple, and the donor is at your own convenience. ”

Daozen looked around at Huikong's meditation room, a dignified Buddhist patriarch, and the place where he lived was indeed simpler, he sat on the wooden chair and stopped talking.

Huikong sat on the futon and asked with a smile, "Why did the donor come to find Lao Gao?"

"Since the master recognized at a glance that I was looking for you, then you might as well guess again, what am I doing?"

"Oh. Huikong didn't think about it: "It's about Bodhi, I don't know if what the old man said is right?"

Daozen no longer dared to underestimate this great monk: "The master said it." I've just confirmed that there shouldn't be any outsiders here. Then I'll just say it. Although Bodhi was chased and killed by the Nian Chan sect, but was rescued by me, and now Bodhi has gone to the south, and there will be no mistakes in the future. ”

"The old man thanked the donor for Bodhi. ”

Huikong didn't seem to be very happy, but unusually calm.

Daozen looked at Huikong: "Master believes in me like this? You and I are meeting for the first time, and I don't know the details." ”

"Since the donor took the time to tell him, why didn't the old man believe it? If what the donor said is true, then it is Bodhi's blessing. If what the donor says is false, and Bodhi is in danger, then this is also his doom. ”

"When the master said this, I really don't know if you care about Bodhi's safety. ”

Huikong laughed: "In this way, the old man doesn't know it now." ”

Daozen shook his head, talking to this kind of monk is just a lot of effort. There are words in the words, and there are mysteries in the words. But when I think about it, I don't mean anything else. In the end, you can only make yourself unpredictable and wonder if you are thinking nonsense.

"Since I have already spoken, then even if I have not failed the trust of others, I will take my leave. Daochan originally dragged Murong Yiwen around in Xiangguo Temple, but while Murong Yiwen was not paying attention, he sneaked away and came to the East Zen room alone to find Huikong. Rather than waiting for Murong Yiwen to think of a safe way, it would be as simple as this. Thinking that Murong Yiwen must have also found that he was separated from him and was looking for himself, he was about to go back to find Murong Yiwen.

"Why should the donor leave in a hurry. Since the donor saved Bodhi and came to tell him, the old man had nothing else to thank the donor, so let the old man teach the donor a Buddhist scripture?"

When Dao Chan heard that the old monk was going to preach, he shivered. That's the biggest headache for him.

"The master doesn't have to care, the so-called grace does not expect to be reciprocated, and he takes his leave. Daozen hurriedly got up.

"Empty things are empty, Buddha treasures are in the heart. Huikong's voice floated into Dao Chan's ears, Dao Chan only felt dizzy, he staggered, held on to the seat behind him, leaned back, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.

Huikong got up and helped Daozen up to sit on the futon, sitting opposite him. He put one hand on Dao Zen's head, and said silently in his mouth, and the door automatically closed without wind.