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The flowers are gone, the horseshoe is scarlet, and the depths of the peach source do not want to return.

In my dream, I was drunk a few times, and I woke up with tears in my eyes.

Who's going to pay for a song?

――Sending "The Fisherman's Song"

It is said that Jiangnan is a beautiful place of Zhongxiu, with beautiful mountains and rivers, boundless wind and moon. Fu splendid Fanchang treasure land, temple tower view garden, strange scenery elegant, pavilions and pavilions, rain bank smoke Ting, water stone Qinghua, spring fragrant tea. It is beneficial to draw the sound of the bridge and flowing water, the traces of the weeping smoke and willows, the sunrise river flowers win the fire, the wind moves the hibiscus and the pond, the moon sets and the ancient garden condenses the incense, and the colorful boat lanterns play in the water, covering the extreme scenery.

Since ancient times, there are many high-ranking people and gentlemen traveling together, or between the green mountains and beautiful waters, or on the water moon tower, or in the flowers and alleys, or in the canopy ferry, boiling wine and tea, talking about the past and the present, chanting the wind and singing the moon, so that they are not at ease.

There are also the disciples of the official eunuchs, the rich businessmen, the vassals and elegant people, who have the right to be noble, and do not hesitate to give out gold and silver treasures, and treasure famous weapons, so as to attract capable people with lofty ideals to strengthen their prestige.

However, the world is shaken, and people's hearts are in turmoil. The imperial court mostly practiced many prohibitions such as night bans and sea bans, and even night boats on the rivers and lakes were rarely seen.

Besides, above the martial arts, because of the local nobles and nobles vying for power, the court was too busy to take care of itself. The area south of the Yangtze River has become a place of game and contention. First, all the sects and factions rely on one side to be powerful, because each is its own master, each has its own affairs, and the slightest discord will be judged by the sword; second, there are many gangs and churches here, and there are many martial arts families, and gambling and fighting have become popular. There is a proverb: "Four doors, eight factions and twelve gangs, Hengshan stunt crowns the group." There are two buildings on one island and one dock, and the Water Moon Spirit Palace is in the first place. "It probably shows the martial arts forces in the corner of the south of the Yangtze River.

Most of these martial arts practitioners have a violent spirit that has not been eliminated, and it is difficult to overcome their competitive spirit. The moves and martial arts he serves are different in different ways, and the blades and hidden weapons used are not the same. When we meet on a narrow road, we will inevitably have to win or lose and decide quickly, and all kinds of reasons will arise because of this. I will not list the details of each for the time being, but I will start with another disaster......

It's June, and it's the season of rain and mist. On the bluestone slab official road leading to the gate of Hangzhou, two monks, one fat and one thin, are walking in the rain.

Among them, this thin monk has a long body, a square face and a broad nose, a bag on his shoulders, and a swallow-tailed ring knife on his back. The fat monk was holding an iron Zen cane, with a big belly, kind eyebrows, and a green bamboo hat on his head. In addition, the two of them are dressed in brown regular clothes, green striped jade robes, and straw monk shoes, which are no different. These two monks walked and talked, leisurely, regardless of the cold rain invading their muscles.

I only heard the thin monk say that the fat monk said: "Senior brother, the Taoist chief of Xuanxuzi sent a letter to invite the two of us to his Taoist temple to talk about it, and the words in the letter are still unfinished, and there seems to be something unspeakable. Why don't you and I wander around like this for three autumns? Why don't you change to the waterway or find two fast horses, and you can save some time!"

The fat monk replied, "Senior brother, I think this year's climate is very different from previous years. With such heavy rain for months, traffic is afraid that it will be blocked more. Slow to say that rivers are overflowing, waterways must be difficult. I'm afraid that even the post road is no longer ***** horses. The day before yesterday, I asked a group of pilgrims to help investigate, saying that it was the recent wind and rain in various places, and many businesses in Jiangnan had temporarily closed their livelihoods. It seems that it will be difficult for the two of us to arrive as scheduled!"

The thin monk has always respected his senior brother and is thoughtful, and he seems to be disappointed when he listens to it.

Seeing this, the fat monk intended to explain, and it happened that there was a famous scene in the hazy place in front of him, so he pointed his finger and said: "Senior brother, look, there is no time for a cup of tea at the moment, and the two of us have already walked to this Su Causeway Stone Bridge." Although it is difficult to go here, you and I are not bad at foot strength. Don't you hear that 'bamboo canes and mango shoes are lighter than horses, and a cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Pingsheng'?"

The thin monk's mind was not on the scenery, but he listened to Su Shi's words in his words, and his heart moved at the moment, and he smiled and said: "Senior brother's speech has always quoted scriptures, but why do you prefer to respect Su Shi? In my opinion, Su Zizhan's words are exquisite, but they are contradictory in Zen, and they have not yet reached the pure realm of my Buddhism!"

The fat monk couldn't help but "Oh?" when he heard him talk about Zen, and asked, "How do you say it?"

"Senior brother, how can you explain this 'rain of smoke and rain'?" asked the thin monk.

The fat monk said without thinking: "After Su Shi was demoted, he traveled with his friends, and when he went to Shahu Road, he suddenly encountered heavy rain and made this "Fixing the Storm". This sentence is to say that he walks in his clothes, even if he has a life of wind and rain, he can be calm. Su Dongpo's career is not smooth and ill-fated, but he has this groan, which shows his bold and transcendent mind. It is also the way for our cultivators to transcend the outside world and become enlightened and become Buddhas!"

The thin monk pretended to be solemn and retorted: "No! The Buddha said: 'Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity. Yiyun: "Everything that has appearance is vain, and it should have no place to live, but its heart should be born." Although Su Shi's words are free and easy, but he is not afraid of wind and rain, why does he put on a robe? Isn't this an obsession that has not been broken, and the roots of the dust have not been broken?"

"A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng" is the whole word of Su Shi's "Fixing the Storm", which brings the whole poem to a very high level, and it is also a favorite sentence of the fat monk's life, and he has already been thoroughly appreciative of it. I don't want my junior brother to pull out the new and different, but he has a unique opinion on this poem, which makes the fat monk have a trace of admiration in addition to the novelty.

The fat monk sighed secretly: Even though my junior brother is also a member of Buddhism, he is unrestrained by nature. Those sect classics such as "Diamond Sutra", "Heart Sutra", and "Six Ancestors Altar Sutra" in the temple may not be all in his heart. Although what he said was suspected of chewing words, he was also conclusive, and it could not be said that he did not understand Zen principles. It is no wonder that Zen Master Kechun once said that even if he was not dedicated to reciting the Buddha, and even sometimes his words and deeds were out of position, he was spiritually self-communicative, and sooner or later he had to enter the Dharma, and commented on him with verses: "The Buddha does not ask in front of him, and he enters Zen without practicing the Seven Sutras." "I think he also has another Buddha fate......

The fat monk thought of the depths and suddenly heard the thin monk striking the festival and sang: "The monks of the former dynasty wore robes, and the monks of later generations wore bamboo hats, and they all said that they were the children of the Buddha, and they did not understand the pure meaning of the rain...... and laughed loudly.

The fat monk had some Zen enlightenment and said to his junior brother, but he was cut off by his singing and laughing, and said: This "former dynasty monk wearing a robe" ridiculed naturally Dongpo monk Su Shi, and this "later monk wearing a bamboo hat" is laughing at himself. It turned out that he and I participated in meditation in vain, but it was true that he made fun of me. My junior brother, when will my playful and playful temperament change? The fat monk also laughed when he thought of this.

The thin monk laughed with him: "Senior brother, isn't he a lotus flower on weekdays, why can he only smile reluctantly today, isn't he speechless because I broke the Zen machine?" He deliberately bowed to the fat monk sideways: "I have never won in Zen talk with my senior brother for many years, and today I am slightly better?"

The fat monk made him proud for a while, and then said excitedly: "It is gratifying for the master and brother to penetrate the Dharma, and the words of Shicai are also quite Zen. It's just that junior brother, you boast that you are the only one who is clean in the rain, but I don't think so. ”

The thin monk was proud, but he was not convinced by the fat monk's words, and asked, "What do you mean by this, senior brother?"

"Amitabha!" the fat monk said with his hands folded, "The monk's clothes are monk's clothes, and the three clothes are the clothes of dung sweeping." Shoes are grass shoes, and cattails are ruthless beings. The head is bald, and the shaved body has no family affection. These three things are inherently ruthless things, and even if they are soaked in the rain, what kind of trouble do they have for you, junior brother? Therefore, the 'purity' attained by the junior disciple is because you are trapped by the ruthlessness outside of your body, but it is not necessarily 'really pure'. ”

After hearing this, the thin monk seemed to understand and seemed to be puzzled, "If you say so, the hat on the head of the senior brother is a gift from Zen Master Kechun before leaving." The disciples all said that this is the Zen master to pass on the hat to you as a letter of faith, which means that I hope that in the future, you will inherit the mantle of the Zen master. This hat is a hat that entrusts the infinite kindness of the Zen master, but the senior brother is willing to use it to block the rain, but is it because he has achieved true purity?"

The fat monk smiled faintly: "What does the senior brother think this hat is?"

The thin monk thought for a while and replied with a smile: "Although this hat is said to be a thing that Zen Master Kechun carries with him, it is not a Dharma weapon in my Buddhism, and secondly, the workmanship of materials is not very unusual. If there is any kind of faith, I don't think so. To put it bluntly, in my opinion, this thing has been worn by the Zen master for several years, and it is just a tattered old thing!"

"Amitabha, good and good! The senior brother is really extraordinary. You need to know that purity is not in things but in people, not outside but in the heart. The fat monk happily replied, "Senior brother, although you are in the rain, you have put your heart on the Taoist temple of Xuanxuzi Daoist. If you don't have your body and mind in one place, you can't be truly pure!"

After hearing this, the thin monk changed his previous hip-hop color, and respectfully asked: "Amitabha! What I have been thinking all the way is indeed on the letter of the Taoist chief, but I am too anxious. The senior brother is as wise as a torch, and he teaches very much. But I don't know how I can be as pure as my brother?"

The fat monk shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha! I'm ashamed to say it, but Zen Master Chun has the grace of enlightenment to me. This hat is what he used to carry with him, and seeing things and thinking about people often teaches me to be worried. Concern is obsession, and I dare not claim to be pure. Although I can argue with others about the pure way, I can't restrain myself, and I can't understand it thoroughly. If I want to get rid of distracting thoughts, I am afraid that I will have to borrow something that arouses my thoughts to wake up from time to time, and this must be the intention of the Zen master to give me a hat......

The thin monk also sighed: "It turns out that the senior brother is also so confused. Presumably, this pure method can only be broken by the cultivation of Zen Master Kechun!".

The fat monk said: "Amitabha! The senior brother does not know, the Zen master once told me that the safety of the world and the survival of the Lingyin Temple are his obsessions for decades, so he has not been able to understand the word 'pure'. ”

The thin monk was puzzled and said, "The Zen master is too humble! Isn't it a matter of the monks to purify the common people in the world and magnify the Buddhism of the sect? Why does the Zen master say that he is obsessed?"

The fat monk said slowly: "I also asked Zen Master Yu. The Zen master said that there is nothing wrong with being a good family member and promoting the Dharma. However, all the wishes for the protection of all living beings and the eternal existence of the Dharma are attachments, so they are afflicted and cannot be purified. ”

The thin monk smiled bitterly: "Isn't that only the Buddha is pure?"

The fat monk said: "Amitabha! In fact, all the ancestors of Zen Buddhism have been enlightened in the pure method......"

The thin monk couldn't help but interrupt and asked, "My predecessor of Lingyin Temple, Patriarch Jidian, has been in the hustle and bustle of the world since he first entered the Buddhist gate, but is it also counted among them?"

The fat monk replied heartily: "My Dongtu Zen Buddhism has started from the first ancestor Dharma, and it refers to the human heart and the method of cultivation. The patriarch of Jidian will flow the body into the evil and seems to be crazy, but in fact, he enters Zen with madness, and establishes goodness with the heart of the Buddha. The common name of Jidian Patriarch is Xiuyuan, and his life is all in one 'Yuan'. It is fate for him to become a monk, it is fate to do good deeds and overcome misfortune, and it is also fate to come and go in hiding. The world's causes arise and perishe, and there is such a purity!"

The thin monk Nahan said: "If you say so, we monks will be like his old man, as long as we uphold the good karma of the Buddhist family, what kind of wine ** forest and what rules and precepts do we care about?"

The fat monk said: "Amitabha! He drank alcohol and ate meat, and pretended to be crazy and crazy to hide his virtue and decorate his holy appearance, so that he could facilitate his passage to and from the world. If the disciples of my generation can't see the nature of their hearts and are only obsessed with the appearance of the ancestor of Jidian, I am afraid that they will embark on the path of evil demons!"

The thin monk was shocked: "Amitabha! Sins and sins! I have always only known the brilliance of the patriarch, if it weren't for the senior brother's enlightenment, I would have gone astray......"

The fat monk said: "The junior brother is a sincere Buddha, but he likes to hunt for strange things, so he doesn't have to blame himself too much." ”

The fat monk paused and continued: "In fact, if you say that you have attained the Great Dao in purity, you are not the only disciple of my Buddhist family. The great sages and saints who have come from all over the past dynasties are all as good as them. Most of them sought the Tao in their early years, and after going through extraordinary hardships, they finally achieved positive results, and in the end, they were able to put aside their life's work and investigate the fate of life and death. ”

The more the thin monk listened, the more curious he became, and asked, "I don't know if there are one or two such people in the rivers and lakes?"

The fat monk nodded and smiled: "I am also interested in talking to my junior brother." In my opinion, Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang Mountain Creation School and the Huangshan Ancestor of Tiandu Peak can all be called this kind of person. They reach the Zen of heaven and earth, understand the vicissitudes of life, and create unparalleled martial arts in the world, but they let go of fame and fortune in the rivers and lakes, and teach people to live and admire. ”

The thin monk said: "One of the two seniors mentioned by the senior brother is missing, and it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that he has become an immortal. The other is said to have traveled east to Fusang and never returned, and no one has been seen since. Most of the deeds of these two predecessors are fabricated, but they are just illusory people. ”

The fat monk waved his hand and said: "Senior brother's words are wrong! Although the trace of that real person is not noticed, there is the fact that the Wudang faction founded is the leader of today's martial arts, and there is also the fact that Emperor Taizu once sent someone to visit, but it is not clear that there is no such person." Although the ancestor of Huangshan is also hidden, there are people in Huizhou who have seen the cultivators of Huangshan, and most of them are also his personal disciples. How can you say it's all illusory?"

The fat monk knew that his junior brother liked to hear strange anecdotes, and he talked about the way of purity, which happened to coincide with the deeds of several masters outside the world he had heard, and he was also a junior and disciple, and then said: "Another example is the founding military division of this dynasty, sincerity Bo Liu Bowen, who has the talent of passing through the heavens and latitudes, and knows the art of yin and yang Dunjia, and knows the way of creation of the mandate of heaven." He helped Emperor Taizu pacify the four seas and unify the country, and he was nominally the founder of the Ming Dynasty, but how do you know that he didn't want to stop the world and save the people from being ruined?"

The thin monk's heart was shocked, and he thought to himself: I only know that Liu Bowen is highly skilled but indifferent to fame and fortune. As for whether he came out of the dragon mountain to make a living in the world, or to make a contribution, or both, I still never thought about it.

The fat monk continued: "Presumably, Emperor Taizu is also well aware of this person's ambitions, and after the founding of the country, he only named him "Bo", and sometimes has the intention of causing harm to the embankment. Some people even say that in order to make Taizu not suspicious, he pretended to be in a coffin and died. When Taizu got the news of his death, he secretly ordered Long Xiangwei to open the tomb for an autopsy, but because of the doubtful grave set up by the Qimen Dunjia Array, it was finally not verified. Liu Bowen Kuang Shi Jishi made immortal contributions to Taizu, ranked in the humerus but did not form a party for personal gain, and was in a high position and could be fair. When the world is stable, he will retire successfully, and his life is like returning to the clouds in the sky, which can be described as 'dragging the clouds from the dragon to back, without a heart but as if he has a heart'. In fact, if a person is like a cloud and has no heart, then he will have a pure heart. ”

The thin monk listened to it with fascination, and learned that Zhang Zhenren and Huangshan Ancestor were indeed their own people, and Liu Bowen, a strange person through the ages, might also be a retreat and fake death, and he couldn't help but feel excited. However, at this moment, his mind is only on these strange things, where can he care about comprehending the pure way of the fat monk, and blurted out: "I don't understand the truth of 'no heart seems to have a heart', but now I know the truth of 'no evil is better than evil', senior brother." ”

The fat monk didn't know what he meant, and asked, "What does it mean that 'no evil is better than evil'?"

Who knew that the thin monk actually took off a pair of muddy monk shoes, carried them in his hands and walked barefoot, because he smiled: "I am called 'barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes', naturally 'no shoes' is better than 'shoes'." It turned out that the wet feet all the way made the thin monk miserable, but just now he discussed Buddhism and Zen with his senior brother, and he was afraid of being blamed by his senior brother for being disrespectful, so he endured it without taking off his shoes.

The fat monk saw that his demeanor was unelegant, but he followed his frank temperament, and was speechless for a while. The two monks looked at each other and laughed.

These two monks are one Zhuang and one harmonious, one question and one answer, and you talk to me along the way. In the dialogue, there are not only Buddhist Zen theories that are well known, but also slang and rambling in the market, in short, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are just laughing and scolding, foolish words, and their words and deeds seem to be very different from ordinary monks.

Before they knew it, they were under the city gate. This area was originally a prosperous place in Hangzhou's market. Now that the rain is pouring down, both sides of the road are already deserted and deserted.

The fat monk suddenly stopped as he walked, his gaze resting at the foot of a lonely laurel tree. Among the green leaves of the laurel tree, its flowers are already bright yellow like golden stars, with buds and calyxes, cold dew and incense. He closed his eyes and sniffed a deep sip of cold incense, and said in a long expression: "Jiangnan reminiscence, the most memorable is Hangzhou." Looking for Guizi in the middle of the month in the mountain temple, the county pavilion pillow looks at the tide. When will you visit again?"

Seeing that he was sad, the thin monk asked, "Is my brother still nostalgic for my homeland?"

The fat monk muttered: "Amitabha! In the prosperous land of red dust, what kind of greed do I have for a person outside the world? But now I will walk the rivers and lakes again, and I don't know when I will be able to see Zen Master Kechun again and listen to the teachings sooner or later." ”

The thin monk was relieved: "But Zen Master Kechun is kind to us, and he will not dare to forget it." The Zen master is compassionate and has the blessing of the Buddha, so you and I don't have to worry too much. When he returns from his travels, he will discuss the affairs of the rivers and lakes with the Zen master, and ask him for guidance and education, which is not the way of cultivation. ”

"Amitabha! The two monks turned to the direction of Lingyin Temple to bow three times, and then went away in the rain......