In the mountain that is not enough for the Tao, there is a view that is not enough for the Tao, and there is a pair of masters and apprentices who are not enough for the Tao.

My name is Daozen, and I live with Master in this view of this mountain. What kind of mountain is, I don't know, what is the view, I can't understand the words. Who are my parents? I never asked, and Master never said. I just became a Taoist priest in a daze, and lived in a daze.

In Master's words, "This is the Heavenly Machine." "Although I don't know what a heavenly machine is, if I encounter something I don't understand, as long as I think of it as a heavenly machine, everything becomes less difficult to understand. Once I told Master about this idea, and Master was very happy, and he said that I have a Wisdom Root, but I don't know what a Wisdom Root is.

Since I was a child, my life was very simple, the rooster crowed, boiled water to cook, and then worked early. When I dozed off and was woken up by the master, it was noon, and then I lit the fire and cooked. I practiced in the afternoon, and the practice was very hard, but I gritted my teeth and persevered, because my ideal is to be a hero. I always think that one day, the black horse in Tsing Yi will be in the end of the world. Master once asked me, "Zen'er, why do you want to be a hero?"

I said, "Because it's chic and happy." ”

The master sighed and shook his head repeatedly.

"Master, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Zen'er, then do you think that chanting sutras and enlightenment every day is still chic and happy?"

I laughed and thought to myself, how can these boring things be compared to being a hero? Master, he is amusing me again.

Master looked at me and smiled, understanding my thoughts. Behind his hands, shaking the dust, he recited a few words of "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable". I know he's angry. He recited these four words every time he was angry. I remember once I secretly burned his beard, and he chased me for half a mountain, and in the end, I don't know how many times I recited the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, and then I was angry.

Master didn't teach me any decent kung fu, so every day he let me walk for an hour, punch for an hour, and practice qi for an hour. In the evening, the fire is lit again to cook.

After eating, after the day's homework was done, Master would lie down on the recliner and have a few drinks. And I sat next to him and looked up at the night sky. Thousands of miles away, the galaxy is splendid, the moon is like a jade carving, and there are insects whispering in the grass and trees.

"Master, is there really a Chang'e on the moon?"

"I guess there is. "Master's amount of alcohol is not good, he can't drink a few glasses, he will get drunk, and now his speech is already slurred.

"Then you say, if we cultivators have really become immortals, do we have to be like Chang'e, trapped in such a small place, and can't go anywhere?"

The master didn't speak, only snoring like thunder.

I think if that's really the case, it's too boring to be a fairy. There is only one rabbit accompanying him day and night, and by the way, there is also Wu Gang who chops laurel every day. Just like me, every day in the mountains, I have only seen Master alone. But Master said that cultivating the Tao is not for the sake of immortality, nor for the purpose of attaining the Great Dao, but for the sake of leisure. But I don't see where those immortals are.

Actually, I've seen other people, but what they said to Master, they were driven down the mountain by Master and his old man, and they never came again.

I felt that there were still a lot of people in the temple, so I said to Master, "Master, the next time someone comes to see you, don't always bomb people down the mountain." ”

Master, he replied to me angrily: "What, dissatisfied with Master?"

"How can there be, don't you always say that the most important thing in our cultivation is a state of mind, and if you blow people away, won't this break the state of mind?"

Master nodded again and again, I thought he had listened to me, who knows, when someone else comes, it will still be like this. This old man has a really stubborn temper. But how dare I speak in front of him like this, I'm afraid it won't be his "evil obstacle". I have to copy the scriptures again.

When it comes to the scriptures, that's what I'm most afraid of. I fell asleep at the first sight, let alone copied it. But Master, the old man never scolded me for this. Even when I fell asleep in the middle of the book when He punished me for copying the scriptures after I made a mistake, Master would always gently pick me up and put me on the bed, and I never understood that.

"Master, if you don't want to punish me, then don't let me copy the scriptures. "When I said this to Master.

He would always blow his beard and stare at his eyes: "Evil obstacles, go and copy it three more times." ”

So I still fall asleep by copying, and sometimes I'm pretending to be asleep. Master, he can always find out, and after putting me in bed, he doesn't forget to add: "If you haven't finished copying today, you will continue to copy tomorrow." ”

I sighed, who called him a master, I am an apprentice.

The days in the mountains are not fast. Anyway, I don't have to remember the days, I just remember how many times the peach blossoms bloomed on the mountain, how many times the wild fruits ripened in the forest, and how many times the winter snow fell. I've grown a lot taller, and I've gradually caught up with the rickety master. Master, his old man's hair was also covered with hoarfrost.

When I'm not working, I always sit on the rocks behind the Taoist temple and look into the distance. As the twilight grew, Master would come to me behind the mountain with a whisk of dust.

"Zen'er, it's late, why haven't you come back?"

"Master, is there still a mountain beyond the mountain?" I pointed into the distance.

Master's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked in the direction of my finger: "Although there is a mountain beyond the mountain, it is no longer a mountain under our feet. ”

"Then when can we go down the mountain and have a look. ”

"If you want to see a mountain, there is it here, but if you go to the bottom of the mountain, you see that it is not a mountain. ”

"What's that?"

"It's the world. ”

"Wouldn't that be better?" I tilted my head, trying to take a walk and take a look.

Master, he turned his back: "If the world is good, the immortal Buddha does not need to exist." ”

I couldn't understand what Master was saying.

"Zen, go back. ”

I patted the dust off my body and followed Master towards the view.

"Master, you wait for me. ”

Although he was far away, he would always stand and wait for me to catch up with him. I held him up, and I felt that he seemed to be much lighter, and Master was really old.

Another person came to look for Master, and I walked into the courtyard to fetch water. However, I couldn't help but take a second look at the visiting guest, the man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, holding a long sword in his hand, was exactly the appearance of a hero in my mind. But he, like me, behaved respectfully in front of the Master.

When the man left, Master called me in.

"Zen'er, do you know why Master named you Dao Zen?"

Although I haven't asked, I've always wondered why a cultivator should be called Taoist Zen, and does Master want me to become a monk?

I shook my head. Master sighed: "Cultivation is still not enough." ”

"Zen'er, you have heard the teacher say that no matter what happens in the future, you must remember that we cultivators must not be controlled by the seven emotions and six desires. Life is like a dream, waking up from a dream is just empty. Remember?"

"Master, I don't understand. ”

He touched my head, said nothing, told me to go back to the house to rest, and when I looked back, Master was sitting cross-legged in front of the light.

In my sleep, I seemed to hear a voice, the candlelight flickered, and the silence returned to all directions.

When I woke up the next day and saw Master still sitting there cross-legged, I walked up to Master and said, "Master. ”

Master he didn't answer me, my heart trembled, and I patted him on the shoulder: "Master!"

Under my vigorous shaking, Master slowly opened his eyes, and my heart relaxed: "Master, if you are okay, don't scare me. ”

"It's Zen. ”

I was about to do my morning work, but Master patted the futon next to me and told me to sit down.

"Arrogant and arrogant, tens of thousands of souls under the knife. Floating in the empty dream, in a lonely grave. ”

Master actually recited poetry today, and although he often writes poems and occasionally shows them to me, I can't understand them. "Master, good poetry. ”

"Do you understand?"

I giggled on the side, and Master sighed, naturally understanding that I was still one.

"Zen'er, it seems that our master-apprentice relationship is coming to an end. After I died, I promised to do three things as a teacher. First: Do not seek revenge. Second: Don't be competitive. Third: Don't make things happen. ”

"Master, what's wrong with you?" I don't know why Master told me this, but it was a bad premonition that scared me.

He took the hand from his chest, it was covered in blood, and he tilted his body.

I hurriedly grabbed him, panicking. "Master, are you alright, who did it?"

He took my hand: "Don't be afraid, Zen'er, your life has just begun, and you have to live well without Master." Have you remembered to explain what happened to you?"

"Remembered. "My tears kept flowing, and for the first time, I knew that a person could have so many tears.

"Then you repeat. ”

"First: Do not seek revenge, Second: Do not be competitive, Third..."

He looked at me, but I forgot.

"Fool, third: don't make up and kill. You're not stupid, you're talented. It's just that I'm used to being casual, and it's good to be casual, at least live happily. ”

Seeing that Master was coughing up blood, I hugged him tightly: "Master, don't say any more. ”

He patted my hand again: "The scriptures that you are asked to copy on weekdays must not be shown to others in the future." Otherwise, you will be killed. When I die, you bury me in the back of the temple and burn it down. ”

"Well, Zen got it. "I don't know why Master asked me to burn down the Taoist temple, but I don't have the heart to think about it now.

"The road in the future can only be walked by yourself, as a teacher in this life, the most reassuring is you, you must live well, Zen'er, you must remember the words of the master. ”

"I remember, Master, Zen'er will not forget your words. ”

Master took my hand and let go, his eyes became gray, and the morning sun climbed up the hill and reflected on his pale face. That was the first person I lost and the person closest to me.