It is rumored that the incense of Fazang Temple is at its peak to the extreme of the world, and the mountain gate is not closed all year round, even at night.

Every day, pilgrims who go up the mountain will flood the temple, but miraculously there is not a single stampede, which has been the case for thousands of years, and the originator of Zen Buddhism is not called in vain.

There are still ten miles away from Fazang Temple, Zhang Wu heard the sound of the beautiful bell chime, it seems to be a Taoist instrument, the closer you get, the clearer you hear, the mood will be solemn and solemn, unconsciously become respectful, worship the Buddha in your heart.

This change shocked Zhang Wu, he is an immortal, he will become the sun and the moon, he can't bear the hypnosis of a bell, and his mood has been changed, which is unimaginable.

With the sound of chimes frequently, look up, the surrounding crowd is ready to go to the Fazang Temple to worship, at this time each hands are folded, the face is solemn, the heart is respectful, a glance is silent, bow your head forward, as if receiving the baptism of the bell.

"Demon Dao, Demon Dao!"

Zhang Wu frowned, these people are like evil spirits, they don't even have the autonomy of people, they only have the heart of worshiping Buddha, even if they don't believe in Zen, they just come to visit and travel, and now they have entered the Zen door.

Then go forward, the cigarette curls, the sandalwood is permeated, look up, there is a cloud in the Fazang Temple straight into the sky, it is the smoke of countless people incense, gathered into a stream, the weather is thousands, stirring the clouds.

This kind of incense power can simply change the heavens and the earth, subjugate the dragon and subdue the tiger, manipulate people's hearts, and is extremely terrifying.

"Awesome, awesome!" "The more you go forward, the more you feel baptized, the complexity of the world is left behind, the air is mixed with the fragrance of sandalwood and ginkgo, so that people are calm in body and mind, no distractions, no more intrigue, only the health of the soul.

At the foot of Fazang Mountain, tourists are very consciously lined up in several long queues, one up and down, left and right are distinct, even if the scoundrel is like a demon here, and can no longer play a role.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

Zhang Wu listened to the sound of the Buddha from nowhere, and there was a deep Taoist rhyme, which made people indulge in it and couldn't extricate themselves, and followed the instinct to find the roots.

"With no gain, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, the mind is free of obstacles, there are no obstacles, there is no fear, away from upside-down dreams, nirvana, the three Buddhas......"

If it weren't for his true appearance and that kind of bearing, it would be hard for Zhang Wu to imagine that this old monk with a droopy face and a leprosy dog was a super person who had proved the Buddha's fruit.

Mad monk.

Zhang Wu muttered, sat quietly on the ground, listened to the Buddhist scriptures, listened to the mad monk's lectures, understood his wisdom and thoughts, and saw the Buddha's insights, it was a great honor.

One lecture was three days, Zhang Wu was fascinated, and a volume of "Heart Sutra" allowed him to see the grandeur of Buddhism, as well as some mysteries of the realm of gods.

The Buddha recorded in the Buddhist scriptures is the realm of a mad monk, exploring the universe of time and space, the truth of life, the way of heaven and the way of heaven, the mysteries of the soul, and the mysteries.

Although he didn't understand it well, Zhang Wu still tried to remember.

Especially the mad monk's rhyme and weather, the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon in the heart, the feng shui and the earth in the body, the yin and yang gossip in the chest, knowing the destiny of heaven, walking the way of heaven, faintly rising from the ground, flying into the void, this is the feeling he gives when he lectures, which is generally not visible.

When you listen to him, you will feel his mind, his philosophy of life, his cultivation of heaven and man, and his cognition of the universe, which is the most important thing, which can enhance your wisdom and open-mindedness.

If he can imitate him, even if it is only one-tenth of the truth, Zhang Wu believes that he will not be too far from the realm of gods.

"Thank you seniors!" Zhang Wuxing hugged his fists and saluted to express his respect for the crazy monk.

The monk didn't reply, just nodded, in the eyes of the Buddha, all beings are equal, even if they will be matched with the heirs they have cultivated in the future, but at this moment, you are equal, everyone in the world is my disciple, I want to preach, I preach, there is no selfish distraction, this is pure Buddha, his mind is so broad.

Zhang Wu was not nostalgic, turned around and prepared to go up the mountain, but heard the voice of the crazy monk: "Go to see the Zen Master of Rushan, the Xingyimen Conference is about to be held, your Zen illness has not gone away for a long time, and there is a danger of death. ”

"Thank you, senior!" saluted again.

Wave your sleeves and head up the hill.

"In the future, I will pay you back a kindness" Zhang Wu's heart is like a mirror, flies don't bite seamless eggs, and he specially lectures to attract him to the past, the crazy monk has a plan, it is nothing more than a good fate, and people who engage in Buddhism and Zen love this set.

He went up the mountain on the front foot, and a little kid came on the back foot, like the father-in-law of the land, with a gloomy face, like a dead father, living out the prince of the second life, a human being in two lives, rampant in the world, playing all over the world, but he didn't expect to capsize in the gutter.

Being broken by a woman is not a big deal for him, it's just that his vitality has exhausted a little, his skin is not as smooth as before, he has age spots, and his hair can't be locked, but the realm is still there.

It's just that TM's heart has a shadow, and I was actually forced by a bunch of kiln sisters?

It's a!

All the way in a trance, following the perception to find the foot of Fazang Mountain, Ba Shan died before he came back to his senses, and there was a sentence in his mind, repeated countless times: "I was raped?"

"I was raped?" said to himself like a madman, Ba Shanshu couldn't believe that scene, he had always played with women, and the romantic debts in his previous life were too many to count, but he paid them off at once.

The heavens are clear, and the retribution is unpleasant.

"Good, good, the donor is full of resentment, it's better not to go up the mountain. ”

"Who?" Ba Shanshu turned his head sharply, a little crazy, crazy, and mentally abnormal.

"It's better not to go to the Fazang Temple, otherwise there will be misfortune. ”

"Who is pretending to be a ghost here? I will be in trouble? Jokes!" Ba Shanshu only wanted to find trouble with Zhang Wu at this time, and his brain was also rusty, and even the most basic common sense was lost.

Regardless of the reminder, he went up the mountain with his feet, but he fell into the mud and got up with smoke and dust in one step.

In the second step, a huge pile of bird droppings fell from the sky and smashed right on his head, covered in filth.

In the third step, a gust of wind blew for no reason, carrying the stench, and if no one else blew, he would aim at Ba Shan's death, and the whole person stinked for a while.

In the fourth step, the thief came from nowhere, Ba Shan didn't feel it when he died, and the clothes on his body were missing, only a layer of underwear, and the wind blew his ass cold.

The fifth step, just went up, finally walked five steps, stumbled, rolled down the steps, where did it come from, you roll down.

The Buddha's speech, the golden mouth and jade words, the sympathy between heaven and man, the feeling between all beings, a sentence out, everything responds.

Ba Shan died and cried, and went back to find the crazy monk, where is there still anyone?

Then go up the hill again, just like before.

There was a scene at the foot of Fazang Mountain, such as Wu Gang cutting the laurel tree, not knowing tired, not stopping, no thought, one thought is eternal!