It's not an exaggeration, but it's an exaggeration. Lingxiu said.

Fang Yin can only defeat but not win, and if he wins, he will win by chance, and he can't lose ugly.

Only because of Dinghai.

Three levels or five levels, ten levels or a hundred levels, in the end, it is only one level of Dinghai.

Everything is Lingxiu's arrangement.

But Dinghai was not satisfied, Dinghai's eyes couldn't rub the sand, even if Dinghai closed his eyes: "Lingxiu!"

Lingxiu explained: "Uncle Shi said that my Nanshan Zen master has not yet come out, such as no Zen. And my Nanshan Zen martial arts are broad and profound, and it is difficult to clear the Qing Dynasty. ”

"Hmm!" Dinghai nodded, raised his eyes, and pointed: "Duh!"

It was a finger wind that shot out, Fang Yin's hair exploded, and his long hair fluttered in the wind: "Wow!"

This is the Brahma finger. Lingxiu explained: "Controlling people is a hundred steps away, one of the eighty-two stunts of my Nanshan Zen Buddhism. ”

"Whew!"

Another palm, shot out of the air, to the sky-

A leaf fell from the tree, and its shape was round like a full moon, and the cut was smooth.

"This is the Ka Ye Yin Moon Palm. Lingxiu explained: "Hurting people invisibly, one of the eighty-two stunts of Nanshan Zen Buddhism." ”

Dinghai closed his palms, sat upright with his eyes closed, pointed to the flowers, and smiled.

"This is a smile for the flowers. Lingxiu explained: "There are no two guards in the world, one of the eighty-two stunts of Nanshan Zen Buddhism. ”

The monks exclaimed, exclaimed, and everyone looked excited, thinking that it was sacred.

"Wrong!" Dinghai snorted, his eyes brightened: "No!

"Yes!" Lingxiu covered her ears and explained: "This is the roar of the lion of Buddhism, the first magic skill in the world, and the same is my Nanshan Zen ......"

Everyone covered their ears together, and everyone's faces were terrified, including incompetence.

Incompetent cried, "This is a real pain!"

"Fang Yin, do you know what is wrong?" Lingxiu said solemnly.

"Knowing the mistake and knowing the mistake, the big mistake is the big mistake!" Fang Daoist hung his head and was annoyed: "The kid doesn't know the height of the sky, and he actually said that he would challenge the Nanshan Zen Sect, which can be said to be a loss of face and a majestic one!" Lingxiu shook his head and said seriously: "That's true, but in any case, you are also a descendant of the Shangqing Confucianism, so you don't have to be arrogant." Daoist Fang was ashamed, and his tone was respectful: "Ridiculous, ridiculous, how can the fireflies be compared to Haoyue, the kid is convinced to lose this time, and the five bodies are thrown to the ground!"

Dinghai was satisfied, sat on the chair with his eyes closed, and was speechless.

"Since the first level of martial arts is not enough, there is no mention of the first level of Zen, so you can go now. Lingxiu turned around and said.

"Master!" Fang Yin found a person, and said eagerly: "I have heard for a long time that Master Buddhism is profound and incomparable, Fang Yin does not dare to speak, and I ask the master for guidance!"

The abbot didn't look at him, but only looked at Lingxiu: "Lingxiu-"

"Ahem!" Lingxiu coughed lightly and turned around: "Uncle Shi, this little Taoist priest is still unconvinced, and the implication is -"

"Hmm!"

Dinghai was overjoyed.

Every monk was overjoyed and gloated.

Only incompetence and displeasure, incompetence looked at Daoist Fang, with a sympathetic expression: "You are looking for death!

Daoist Fang didn't know that the monks who practiced in Nanshan Zen Buddhism had a consensus: they would rather compete with Dinghai than discuss Zen with empty news.

That's really, life is better than death!

"Amitabha-" All the monks bowed their heads and chanted together, as if they were overdoing it to Daoist Fang.

"All sentient beings are suffering, and the Buddha is destined, and since you are willing, it will be convenient for you. Lingxiu said with a smile: "This level has nothing to do with winning or losing, just hearing the abbot nod." ”

The monks dispersed, satisfied.

Don't look at it, it's an impossible task at all, in front of the abbot of Kongwen, there is always only someone nodding. The old monk of Dinghai took the lead and strode away, and the haze on his face that had been on his face all day long dissipated slightly. The empty sadness was still unfinished, and before leaving, he commented again: "Incompetence is right!" Lingshi still led a group of wordless monks to practice martial arts, and was fighting against incompetence. Wuhua is sneering, and Wudi is laughing. Incompetence cried again, crying and dying.

Lingxiu stared at the empty hearing and said with a smile: "Master, what's the matter?"

Kongwen sighed and turned around: "Three days later, no matter what you know." ”

A Zen house.

This Zen house is specially prepared for Taoist priests to participate in meditation and enlightenment.

The Taoist priest and the abbot of the empty hearing, the two sat opposite each other, one listening to the other.

Lingxiu said that Fang Yin had to make some preparations, so there would be a three-day appointment to show justice.

And for these three days, the Taoist priest must be with the abbot of Kongwen, and the Taoist priest is not allowed to take a step in the meditation room.

Half of the day is over, and there are still two and a half days left.

Fang Daoist lives like a year.

Daoist Fang always thought that Monk Hua was helping him and helping him pass the level to see Wuzen, just like the first level.

However, this is a conspiracy.

Just because, the Taoist priest was born with the Buddha nature of Huigen, and the abbot had already made arrangements.

arranged for Lingxiu to earn a Taoist priest from Fang, so that he could change his court, become a monk, and become a monk like his Wuzen brothers.

The first day passed.

Daoist Fang couldn't sleep at night, couldn't eat, was tortured and suffered, and finally understood what life is better than death!

From yesterday morning to this morning, not a word has been broken.

Daoist Fang didn't understand a word.

It was as if the number of flies had increased from one to 10,000 flies, burrowing into Daoist Fang's ears and into Daoist Fang's brain. Daoist Fang gasped, Daoist Fang's eyes were red, and Daoist Fang blocked his two ears with his two hands, but it was useless. It was not a scripture, it was a mantra, and the Taoist priest was almost about to curse him to death, and the abbot of Kongwen was still tirelessly teaching people to recite and chant tirelessly, seemingly endlessly:

At first: "Buzz————————————"

At this point it is: "......buzz bum

That's how it feels.

It can't go on like this, it can't. Daoist Fang cried: "Master, don't read it, I beg you to ......"

At the time of the three poles of the sun, when Daoist Fang vomited blood and was dying, Kongwen finally stopped reading, and only one sentence made Daoist Fang deceive the corpse and completely return to the yang: "Actually, what I want to say is just one sentence." "In a word, what is a word? Daoist Fang has not lost his mind, so he will die and understand: "You old monk, don't say anything early! What are you doing with all this nonsense, so that I can't eat or sleep, you say—"

Empty sorrow uttered: "Preaching is not preaching, speaking is not speaking, listening to it is not you, and it is not me who is speaking." ”

Daoist Fang was stupid.

Kongbei has eaten, and Kongbei has drunk tea: "Zen machine, can you get it?"

Daoist Fang was silent for a long time.

If he can't say it, he will keep talking about it, it's absolutely impossible!

If so, what?

Of course, a smart person is a smart person, and he has to be: "What the master said is that Fang Yin understands!"

At that moment, he said a word: "The lecture is just to speak, the Dharma is just to say, the Buddha is smiling, and the Dharma cannot be said." ”

Really!

Kongwen smiled, and his face was approving: "Have a clear mind, witness Bodhi, and listen——"

Daoist Fang was heartbroken and wanted to die!

Whether you can say it or not, you will continue to talk about empty sorrow.

Another day passed.

This time, Kong Wen spoke for a whole day and a night, and finally the last glimmer of hope in Daoist Fang's heart was completely extinguished. Daoist Fang once thought that the opposite was an old monk with declining energy, but empty sorrow told Daoist Fang an iron-clad fact with his tone, posture and radiant mental outlook: old and strong! It is easier said than done, since he has been talking endlessly and non-stop, Daoist Fang has the heart not to listen——

Now Daoist Fang finally couldn't hear any sound, there was a feeling in his ears, face, brain, and heart.

“————————————————————————————————――”

Daoist Fang was lying upright on the bed, his face was colorless, and his breath was like a gossamer.

At first, Daoist Fang was not like this. Where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and Daoist Fang will not sit still, and when he can't bear it, he will rise up and fight in anger! Not to mention arguing on the basis of reason, it is fighting heaven and earth! Not to mention hoarseness, it is hysteria! One crying, two troubles, three hangings, in the end he has no temper, he ignores him, he takes care of himself, endlessly, endlessly, and keeps saying-

Now it is: "Master, I took it, I really took it." ”

Fang Dao said angrily: "I haven't closed my eyes for two days, I beg you not to say it, I don't want to die yet." ”

"That's right. Daoist Fang closed his eyes in despair, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye: "No, I don't want to see Wuzen, you can do it, let me go, I want to thank you for being a ghost." ”

Kong Wen smiled and smiled kindly: "Actually, what I want to talk about is just one truth. ”

“......”

"The left is also reasonable, the right is also reasonable, the truth is that there is no reason. ”

“......”

"Reasonable, obtainable?"

"Come on, come on!"

"To gain or not to win, only in one stroke. Kongbei took out a piece of paper, and Kongbei took out a pen: "The paper has positive and negative, such as the truth, the wonderful pen produces flowers, such as the Zen machine, you have to draw a thing, and you can talk to me about Zen tomorrow." ”

Another conundrum.

This level is really not good, to see that no Zen is really as difficult as ascending to the sky, no wonder the flower monk said, difficult! difficult!

But to silence Kongwen, Daoist Fang had nothing else to ask for: "What to draw?"

"Donkey?" Fang Yin said in amazement.

"Donkey. Empty sorrow smiled.

Daoist Fang is destined for donkeys, there is no doubt about this.

This donkey is by no means easy to draw.

"You draw a donkey, you have to make a stroke, you have to look at it as a donkey, you have to look at it as a donkey, you have to look at it as a donkey, you have to look at it up and down, you have to look at it up, you have to look at it, you have to talk about it." ”

On this day, Daoist Fang did not leave the house.

Daoist Fang lost his soul and wandered around the house like a walking corpse, just to draw a donkey.

Would he draw a donkey like that?

......

"He'll draw it. Lingxiu said with a smile: "On Zen, he is still shallow, and on donkeys, he has a hand." ”

"Fate, fate. Kong Wen took a sip of tea and sighed: "This person is talented and intelligent, and he is really the only one he has seen in his life!"

"Master, I'll go see him. Lingxiu yawned and reclined on the couch: "Maybe, he has already drawn it." ”

"No, no. "The empty smell is as steady as Mount Tai, and the eight winds do not move:" If he draws a donkey, it is time to call-"

"Uh-huh!" a donkey broke into the house one by one: "Ha-ha!"

"What about the painting?" on paper. ”

"Where's the paper?" "In the belly!"

"Where's the donkey?" "Here!"

"What about people?"

Man and donkey are one.