Face the wall.

-- Dinghai said.

Face the wall.

-- That's what I said.

Face the wall.

- Lingxiu said.

Facing the wall――

No Zen to face the wall.

The little monk has just come back, and before he has returned to the room to rest, he has to go to the wall alone to think about it. Why? Because that's what Dinghai said. Why? Because Wuzen made a mistake? Is this a punishment? In the eyes of the old monk Dinghai, Wuzen will never be wrong, and the old monk is absolutely reluctant to punish him. Because, because, because the old monk could not tolerate the breath of red dust defiling the pure little monk, even a little.

Even if it's just in the blink of an eye.

If you don't have Zen to face the wall, you will be very happy without Zen. Wuzen often goes to face the wall, and Wuzen is very happy every time. Wu Zen is very happy no matter what he does, even if it is a face that no one wants to do. The dark cave, the cold place, what a long loneliness it was, and this time it was January. But for Wuzen, January is just one day, and it is also a time that passes in a blink of an eye, and facing the wall is as simple as eating and sleeping.

Walking on a familiar road -

Walking through familiar houses -

Walk through the familiar mountains and forests.

Come to a familiar place -

This is a cave that is born under a gentle mountain wall, and the shape of the cave entrance is hidden and dark due to the vegetation and trees. It was just a cave, the entrance of the cave was the size of a room, except for the stones and walls, it was gray and dark, and exuded a damp and cold smell. It's just an ordinary cave, and this is the place where Wu Zen used to face the wall, heh! Wu Zen is here again, no Zen is facing the wall, and Wu Zen is happy to walk into the cave alone.

The so-called facing the wall, but sitting facing the stone wall, meditating and cultivating to get rid of distracting thoughts, so that the heart is as strong as the stone wall, so that the chaotic thoughts can no longer invade, so as to meditate quietly, so as to settle down and get rid of the demons in the heart. It's not complicated, it's really not simple, it's easy to meditate when you're alone, but it's also easy to be lonely. Legend has it that Bodhidharma, the patriarch of Zen Buddhism, once sat quietly facing the wall for ten years, and left his figure on the stone wall opposite.

But I don't know what happened to this lively little monk facing the wall?

Sit cross-legged on the wall without Zen, place your hands on top of each other at the dantian, and slowly close your eyes.

For non-Zen, facing the wall is meditation, and it has always been so.

For non-Zen, meditation is sleeping, as it has always been.

Muzen fell asleep.

Meditation is also a method of cultivation, and there are three fundamental methods: not moving the mind, counting the breath, and breaking the barrier of life and death. These three things of concentration and concentration are worthy of life and death, and they are really the most important thing in practice.

I won't do it without Zen.

Wu Zen is sleeping, I don't know how the heart moves, I don't know how the breath is, the intention is to sleep and not sleep, between life and death, let follow the gong Zhou Tian, over and over again, let the true air flow go to the limbs and hundreds of bones meridians and veins, and slowly settle down in the dantian. It's like entering concentration, nor is it entering concentration, no meditation is sleeping, unconsciously practicing exercises, the little monk has always slept like this, and practicing exercises while sleeping is also a habit that has long been formed.

As Mu Zen remembers that it didn't seem like this at first. Perhaps habit becomes nature, perhaps talent, perhaps good or bad, and then care about it! Master said that as long as there is no Zen mind and no distracting thoughts, the Vajra without Zen can be practiced in this way. Therefore, Wuzen has always practiced meditation, and meditation is sleeping, as if sleeping, waking up, sitting and getting up to practice and practicing without any mistakes, Wuzen does not know, Wuzen also asked: Master, Master, what are distracting thoughts?

Master just laughed.

When I woke up, I don't know how long it had been.

Wuzen opened his eyes, but it was still dim when he saw it.

Oh, and it's still daytime. Wuzen understood, and Wuzen got up and went to the entrance of the cave.

There is a big steamed bun at the entrance of the cave, plus a jar of water.

Without Zen is to wake up hungry.

Haha! There is food and drink, play when you are full, play and sleep, how happy is this life!

-- This is the life of facing the wall without Zen.

How is it?

Wu Zen was looking at a small snail on the stone wall, and the little snail was also quietly looking at Wu Zen.

Outside the cave, the sound of insects and cicadas is warm, and Wuzen does not feel lonely at all.

Suddenly, the little snail moved!

The little snail crawled slowly, and in the hazy light, two big surprised eyes looked at the little snail: "Stop, stop, it's here!"

Wuzen knows this snail and knows how long it will rest when it crawls.

Sure enough, the little snail obediently stopped at the place designated by Wuzen, retracted its head into the small shell, and seemed to be asleep.

Hahahaha! Wuzen laughed and laughed backwards!

Look! Look! There is another big centipede! The big centipede is black and shiny, with a long body, and many, many feet.

Wuzen's brows furrowed, and he was a little worried.

The little snail won't be eaten, and Zen saw it. The big centipede eats the little snail and can't see it without Zen. So Wuzen is still very happy, because the little snail lives in the mind of Wuzen. This world is always the law of the jungle, and it cannot be controlled without Zen. There is no Zen, only the present. The story of Buddha Tuo cutting meat to feed the eagle and sacrificing himself to feed the tiger Wuzen has heard it many times, Wuzen is very moved, Wuzen is very admired, Wuzen is thinking that maybe one day, Wuzen will do the same.

Muzen fell asleep again.

I don't know how long it took, but Wuzen woke up and it was pitch black in front of him.

It's cold in the mountains, it's cold here, it's dark and cold, and you can't see anything without Zen.

The sound of insects outside is also cold and clear, the wind blows the grass and trees, and a long howl suddenly comes from afar-

That's a wolf.

It was the wolf calling his companions to snuggle up for warmth to survive the long, lonely night.

The moonlight does not shine into the cave, and in the dark darkness, Wuzen sits there silently. No Zen, do you feel lonely? No Zen, have you ever been lonely in your heart? No Zen, are you afraid? No, no, no Zen is not lonely, no Zen is not lonely, where there is darkness, there will be light, and when the darkness is interpreted to the extreme, the slightest light will turn into an incomparably brilliant moon and stars.

Coming, coming, a small lamp floated in and out, illuminating the whole cave!

Hahahaha, no Zen laughed out loud, and a cheerful voice floated out of the small cave-

Wuzen doesn't know what it's called, it's scared.

A firefly flew into the cave and crashed into it as if it had lost its way.

Suddenly, I saw! a headlight!

Is that the moon?

The closer it became, the brighter it became, the brighter it became, the brighter it became!

Fireflies dance around the moon, thinking they have found a treasure that has been accidentally lost.

It was the head of Wu Zen, and by the faint fluorescence in the dark night, it turned into a big moon in the cave.

Whose light is this?

The glowworm asked the moon, are you light and I am light?

Bare-ass worm!

Sleep again.

Wake up again.

Sleep is not sleep.

Awake is not awake.

Is it to sleep or to wake up?

No Zen gradually became indistinguishable.

Mind it again! No Zen is happy, no pain.

For this simple little monk, even a stone crack in the wall is so vivid and interesting, whether it is sleeping or waking up. What's more, there are no Zen and dreams. Wuzen dreams are a more colorful and gorgeous world, Wuzen lives happily in dreams, without worries and sorrows, and is a happy little monk. No Zen is facing the wall, this is a different facing wall, really, really different. Zen is very content, and a person who is truly content will always get true happiness.

"No Zen—"

Wu Chan suddenly opened his eyes, was stunned, looked left and right, and saw the person at the entrance of the cave: "Uncle Taishi!"

Wuchan jumped up and stepped forward happily: "Hahahaha!

Is this a dream?

This is not a dream, the old monk Dinghai is here.

A month passed, and it was like a dream. The old monk first gave the little monk an affectionate hug, and then squinted his old eyes to look at the little monk. The little monk has the same round head, round brain, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, and he is just as vigorous and vigorous as he jumped and jumped, and he looked full of energy, and he was even more energetic than he was a month ago! Only the black and thick hair stubble grew again, like a vigorous and pleasant weed after the spring rain! The old monk touched the little monk's head and smiled with satisfaction.

Yes, this is the breath of mountains and rivers, this is the breath of heaven and earth, this is the purest breath in the world, the little monk has turned back into that little monk, and he is still the treasure in the palm of the old monk's heart. The old monk looked at the little monk, just like looking at the jade and gold, every pore on his face and eyes and all over his body was so comfortable, so comfortable that all his thoughts were written on his face and accumulated in his eyes and emanated from every pore of his body.

That's kindness and love.

The little monk looked at the old monk, saw the familiar little eyes, saw the familiar collapsed nose, saw the dark old wrinkled orange-like face, saw the shriveled mouth and yellow teeth, yes, yes, the old monk was not good-looking, and could even be said to be ugly, but Wuzen felt that those were incomparably beautiful and moving, better than all the heart-warming beauty in heaven and earth, so that Wuzen's heart blossomed and threw himself into his arms and smelled the familiar breath and never wanted to leave.

That's admiration and love.

It is an early morning, a time when night alternates with day, and there is both a faint twilight remaining in the mountains and a refreshing vigor. It's a hazy breath, it's so intoxicating, it's so mysterious, it's like the sunset in the sky and the sunset, and they hug each other intimately.

The old monk came, and there was no Zen to go, so the two of them left together.

In the end, the old monk said two words, and made a complete summary of the trip of the monk Wuzen to the bottom of the mountain and the return journey of facing the wall.

Very good.;