The night is deep, the wind is cool, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

On the west side of the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple, there is a large hall, called the Six Ancestors Hall. There are five Bodhisattvas enshrined in the front of the hall, namely the Great Trend Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Fuxian Bodhisattva, and Jizo Bodhisattva. On both sides, the six ancestors are enshrined, namely the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism, the second ancestor Huike, the third ancestor Seng Can, the fourth ancestor Daoxin, the fifth ancestor Hongren, and the sixth ancestor Comet. The six patriarchs are inherited in one lineage, Huineng studied under Hongren, Hongren studied under Daoxin, and so on, until Bodhidharma. The scene in the hall, known as the six ancestors worship Guanyin.

On the futon in the hall, there was a monk kneeling at this time, twenty-three or four-year-old age, the monk's robe was white and unstained, but his appearance was extremely ugly, cross-eyed, nose facing the sky, beckoning ears, and a row of domineering exposed buckteeth, like a fence by the well, ugly and absolutely professional, not perfunctory at all.

The monk's face was as pale as paper, fine sweat was oozing from his forehead, and he was hunched up, his hands pressed to the ground, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

In the past few days, he felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his soul seemed to be peeled away from his body at any time, and he couldn't grasp it. He also went to the hospital for a few check-ups, but to his disappointment, there was nothing wrong with him at all.

He had a strong premonition in his heart that he was going to leave this world, as if he didn't belong to this world at all, because he often had the same dream that he came from another world, that there were gods and immortals, and that there was nothing different from here.

The monk bowed three times, and said weakly: "Several Bodhisattvas, patriarchs, and disciples may be dying, and I feel that I can't survive tonight, thank the Buddha for taking in the disciples for so many years, and the disciples have nothing to repay, so they can only kowtow to the prime minister." The disciple wanted to go to the Mahavira Hall to say goodbye to the Buddha, but the disciple estimated that the Buddha must be very busy, so he didn't dare to disturb, so he could only whisper here. If several Bodhisattva Patriarchs are also busy, please don't be surprised, the disciple is just a speck of dust in the red dust, coming with the wind and going away with the wind, it is not enough to care, die first as respect!"

After speaking, he bowed three times again, and was just about to get up and leave, but a sonorous voice came from an unknown corner of the hall: "You should also go!"

The monk was startled, looked around, but found that there was no one else in the hall, and said in his heart: Could it be that it is haunted? Then he thought that this place is an important place for Buddhism, except for the perverted ghosts, what ghost dares to be so arrogant and does not want to live?

The man said, "It's me, Bodhidharma!"

The monk hurriedly turned his head to look at the Buddha statue of Bodhidharma, and was surprised, only to see that the Buddha statue seemed to be alive, his round eyes were angry, and the golden light of the Buddha's body was emanated, and the Dharma was solemn. The monk couldn't believe his eyes, his heart was terrified, and he hurriedly bowed his head and said: "The disciple doesn't know the ancestor has appeared, and he doesn't choose what to say, and he asks the ancestor to forgive his sins!"

Bodhidharma said unhurriedly: "You don't have to be afraid, I didn't come to embarrass you. ”

When the monk heard this, he took a long breath, and hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Ancestor save me!"

Bodhidharma said, "Why?"

The monk said: "The disciple is out of breath now, and he feels that he will die at any time." Since his birth, the disciple has been dedicated to doing good, but he was young and ignorant in the past, and he could not restrain his greed, and occasionally stole a little fish and meat, but he never did a single evil thing. The disciple promised that in the future, he would strictly abide by the rules and precepts, devote himself to the Buddha, and hope that the patriarch would save me. ”

Bodhidharma said lightly: "You won't die." ”

If this sentence came out of the doctor's mouth, he might still be suspicious, but the Buddha in front of him was a Buddha, a Buddha who dominated all beings, so naturally he would not lie to him. The monk was ecstatic in his heart, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Ancestor Xie rescued!" It's just that the disciple wondered in his heart, since the disciple would not die, why did he become short of breath? Is it because it is empty?

Bodhidharma said: "You don't have to force it, what you see, what you hear, what you feel, is just a dream." ”

The monk's heart sank, and he said: "The disciple knows his mistake, the disciple is in love, everything is not the same, everything is a dream!"

Bodhidharma said: "I'm not talking about Zen, what you see and hear on the earth is really just a dream of yours!"

The monk was confused when he heard this, and said, "The patriarch is joking with the disciple, right? The disciple has been living here since he was born, and I remember it clearly every day, how can I have such a long dream? Besides, if this is really a dream, then why does the patriarch appear in my dream? Could it be that the patriarch is also an illusion made up in my dream?"

Bodhidharma said: "The reason why I can appear in your dream is because this dream of yours was created by me, and I exhausted my spare strength to tear the void to let you have this dream for more than 20 years." I've been waiting for tens of thousands of years for this dream of yours. It's a dream of yours, but everything in the dream is real. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, whether your dream is a fiction of this world, or this world is a fiction of your dream, all the truth, you will know when you wake up. ”

The monk listened a little big, as if he was really dreaming, and in the clouds, he said, "Who will the disciple be when he wakes up?"

Bodhidharma said: "Who was me before I was born, and who I was when I was born." I am the one who grows up, and who is it when I close my eyes? Whoever you want to be, you are. ”

The monk said, "The disciple is getting more and more confused when he hears it. Then why did the patriarch put so much effort into making his disciples have a dream?"

Bodhidharma said: "Save the Buddha!"

The monk was stunned and said, "Save the Buddha? The patriarch is joking with his disciples, right? Everyone in the world asks the Buddha for help, but how can the Buddha need me to save him?"

Bodhidharma said: "The Dharma has sunk, and the Buddha has suffered!"

The monk exclaimed, "You mean the Buddha?"

Bodhidharma said: "The Buddha and I that the world sees are just a wisp of our doppelganger, our deity is not here, and we have no choice but to come to this soulless land." ”

The monk said, "Then where are you being held?"

Bodhidharma said: "You will know later." ”

The monk said in his heart, who is so powerful that even the Buddha has been defeated? When he encounters such a god-like character, he can't save himself, and he dares to save others without his own strength? At that time, he doesn't even know how to die. The disciple has the heart to save you, but the disciple is only a mortal, and he can't do anything, how can he save you?"

Bodhidharma said: "Who said you don't know anything? Haven't you studied all the Yijin Sutra and Shaolin Seventy-two stunts I left behind?"

It's true!

Although the monk is ugly, his identity is not ugly, he is the illegitimate son of the Shaolin abbot. The monk treats his son, compared with ordinary people, cherishes his hard-won more, treats him really very much, invites the stars and the moon, and gives what he wants. So for him, Shaolin Temple is like his own home, he can go wherever he wants, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is almost a forbidden place for others, but for him, it is no different from his own study, he can take whatever book he wants, and he can even bring it to school to see.

However, he has little interest in the Buddhist scriptures, and only likes to read kung fu cheats. Although it was just some fancy fists and embroidered legs, he always felt that there was a mystery hidden in it, and when he saw these classics, he always felt inexplicably excited.

Due to his ugly appearance, he has few playmates from elementary school to college. Now that the world is declining, not only the opposite sex cares about appearance, but also between sex, as if ugliness will be contagious, they are hiding far away, all the time, he is alone, usually in addition to reading, is to practice martial arts, but the seventy-two stunts are studied thoroughly, as the so-called loss must be gained.

The monk said: "I have indeed studied it, but these are all fists and embroidered legs, it is okay to bully mortals, once you meet a god-like character like the ancestor, you can only perform, and if you don't perform well, people can destroy the disciple with a snap of your fingers." ”

Bodhidharma said: "You have comprehended the true meaning of the seventy-two stunts at a young age, which shows that I am not wrong, you are indeed well-developed and have outstanding points." Since you are willing to put so much effort into studying, it means that you have seen that these seventy-two stunts are by no means ordinary, and it is useless for me to say more. You are confused in your heart, but you don't see its power, I have already told you that this earth is originally a soulless land, there is no aura, so the avenue is wide, but there are no monks, and the people here live to be seventy years old, which is already rare in ancient times. In the future, if you study more, you will have great achievements at your fingertips!"

The monk said in his heart, it's a pity that this guy doesn't go to MLM, he listened to him so much that his blood boiled, and his heart itched, and I really didn't look away, this Shaolin kung fu is indeed not an ordinary thing, and it is not in vain that I have worked hard for so many years. Hiding the joy in his heart, he said, "Then what should the disciple do in the future?"

Bodhidharma said: "If you want to know the cause of the past life, the recipient of this life is; Destiny is determined by heaven, luck is man-made, the road is dangerous, ask for more blessings! I can help you, I have already given it to you. ”

When the monk saw that he didn't say the same thing, he didn't dare to be demanding, so he said, "The disciple has been taught!"

Bodhidharma said: "I'll give you another magic weapon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword appeared in his chest and hung in the air. The sword body is blue, like a sapphire carving, the blade is overflowing, but the sword lattice (that is, the part between the sword body and the hilt as a gauntlet) is carved in the center of the "swastika", exuding golden light, which is fascinating, and makes people have the urge to worship.

The monk knew that this was definitely a treasure of ancient times, and he just wanted to thank him, but his face darkened when he thought about it, and said, "Didn't the patriarch say that this is just a dream? Although this sword is good, the disciple can't take it away!"

Bodhidharma said: "Inferior people kill people with their sword bodies, middle people kill people with sword energy, and superior people kill people with sword intent." The sword you see, it is not a sword, but a sword intent, that is, the soul of the sword, which can be integrated into your soul and into your dreams. ”

The monk didn't care whether it was true or not, even if it was a dream, it was a good dream, and he said happily: "Then thank you so much to the ancestor!"

Bodhidharma said: "You don't have to thank me. This sword is called the Heavenly God Sword, which can control yin and yang, overcome the five elements, and is indestructible. Heaven is constant, not for Yao Cun, not for the sake of death, the use of the mandate of heaven, this mystery, can not be spoken, you yourself slowly comprehend it! Remember, this sword is not a last resort, not lightly, once out of the body, it is bound to drink blood, otherwise the Lord will hurt himself, and he will definitely die. ”

The monk exclaimed, "This is a magic sword?"

Bodhidharma said: "The sword is in the devil's hand, it is the magic sword." The sword is in the Buddha's hand, and it is the Buddha's sword. Sometimes killing people is saving people, sometimes saving people is killing people, Buddha and demons are in a thought, right and wrong, not a sword can tell clearly. As long as you remember, if there is no demon in your heart, there will be no demon in the world. ”

The monk bowed his head and said, "The disciple has been taught." ”

Bodhidharma let out an "um", and saw that the Heavenly Divine Sword suddenly turned into a streamer, inserted from the top of the monk's head, and disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

When the sword entered the body, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the monk only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and his soul trembled, and then his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness and fell down softly.

Bodhidharma waved his right hand lightly and said, "Go, young man, I wish I could see you at the end of the way." ”

The monk instantly turned into a wisp of clear air and disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never appeared in this world.