The great one, including all beings, the male, the subdued demons, the treasure, the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha. The Daxiong Treasure Hall is dedicated to Shakyamuni Buddha and is a place for preaching and chanting the Dharma and worshipping and practicing. This is the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, looking at it magnificent and solemn, seeing it makes people admire. Walk up the flat and wide stone steps, but see the eaves bucket arch colored glaze, gray bricks and tiles carved beams and friezes, the road corridor pillars can be hugged thickly, and the purple plaque of the vermilion lacquer gate is golden: Nanshan Zen Buddhism.

Stepping into the hall, a thick and mellow smell came to the face, that is the smell of wood and fireworks, that is the smell of incense and incense ashes, that is the smell of the mortal world and the pure land outside the world, that is the smell of intoxication and solemnity. The main hall is ten zhang high, fourteen zhang wide and deep, and a huge golden statue of Buddha is on the lotus platform in the middle. There is a Buddha candle in front of the thick arm, four chimes and fish bells and drums for the table offering futon, neat and simple, wide and clean, the place of the end of the Zen door, is the Buddha hall.

If you come to sit on your knees, place your left hand horizontally on your left foot, and bend your fingers on your right hand to form a seal. The seal is the seal of the Dharma, and the phase is the Dharma, the Buddha's eyes are slightly closed and he sits silently, silently, and is silent for thousands of years. But I don't know when the Buddha said the Dharma? But I don't know, what kind of Dharma is he talking about? The Buddha did not say a word, but sat upright and let him look at it, allowing the ancient and inexplicable Sanskrit chant to resound throughout the hall and the world, humming in the deepest part of his heart.

People are under the Buddha, and the Buddha is in the heart, and only then do I know that there is no need to talk about it.

I only smell the fragrance in my nose.

Incense into the heart, incense into the heart, incense into the limbs and bones into the blood and infiltrate into the bone marrow, incense, incense, incense, good fragrance! Only then did I know that this is not just a taste, but also a kind of tranquility brewed by a long accumulation and profound heritage, so that the heart is condensed, and even the understanding, so as to sublimate, thousands of years.

No Zen worship.

Eighteen Arhat statues on both sides, followed by three statues of scholars.

Wu Zen worshiped one by one.

No Zen passes through the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Wu Zen feels very kind, Wu Zen has lived for fourteen years, and this is the place where Wu Zen has lived for fourteen years.

Wuzen feels very kind, Wuzen just feels very kind, that's it.

Wu Chan entered the backyard, Wu Chan saw many, many houses, Wu Chan did not stop, and walked by in a blink of an eye.

This is a guest room, and this is not a place to stay without Zen.

Out of the backyard, it's a mountain road again.

A mountain road, leading to the Qing Xiu of the back mountain, a mountain road, separates the incense boundless.

The mountain road is long, and it is not long.

It's here! It's here! It's home! It's finally home!

There is a tree in Wuzen's house, and under the tree is Wuzen's home, and Wuzen sees a big tree, and a forest greets Wuzen.

What a big tree!

But seeing the blue sky and white sky, above the heavy eaves, the tree was like a huge green cloud quietly stopping in the distance, looking so calm and leisurely. Under the clouds, straight and thick, the gray body of the tree, connecting the cloud-like canopy with the thousands of roots in the earth. The giant tree grows in a wide, flat clearing, and there is no vegetation nearby, except for the faint houses behind it, which look like rough and simple stones.

The name of the house is Zen House, and the tree is Bodhi.

As soon as the tree approached, the tree became taller and more luxuriant, hanging in the air like a dark green hill! The body of the tree alone was as thick as half a zhang and ten zhang high, and the mottled bark and deep ravines on it were scattered and meandering, silently witnessing the ancient years; the old roots under the tree were knotted, their color was black and gray, and the old roots were half rooted in the earth, and they held up a huge umbrella with a majestic and tenacious posture! Yes, this is not a mountain, nor is it an ethereal cloud, this is an umbrella, a living umbrella, a big umbrella that can shelter from the wind and rain.

Cover everyone, big enough to shelter the world.

"Big tree, big tree!" Wu Zen rushed up with a cheer, hugged the Bodhi tree tightly, and listened with his face to the bark of the tree.

Knock, knock, knock, the heart of the tree is beating!

Knock! Knock! Knock! Zen-free heart is beating!

Yes, yes, there is no Zen mind, the big tree also has a heart, and the big tree has thousands of hearts, just like the thousands of leaves on the tree, thousands of leaves as big as a hat. It was a heart-shaped turquoise leaf. The wind blew the heart leaves, and its sound was swaying, and Wu Zen heard the tsunami of the mountains inside the big tree! It was a cheerful cry, it was an affectionate call: "Wu Zen, no Zen, you are back-" The big tree, the big tree, Wu Zen is back! Hahahaha! Wu Chan muttered to himself, Wu Chan laughed, Wu Chan suddenly screamed and punched and kicked at the big tree, all of all!

Wuzen is crazy again!

Seeing this, all the monks sighed in unison, and the old monks and the big monks dispersed. It's long been commonplace, and going back has its own help. Only a group of little monks who were about the same age as Wu Chan were left, and they accompanied Wu Chan to go crazy: "Wu Chan! Wu Zen! Fun and fun! Fool Wu Chan!" Everyone has a nickname, and Wu Zen is no exception. This is the nickname given to Wuzen by the little monks, but Wuzen also likes it. Just as he liked that big tree, Wuzen also gave him a good name.

Silly big man!

Look at him, how tall and big he is, even Wuzen can't move him, he can't move at all!

You see, he's as stupid as Wuzen, and he's not angry when others beat him, not at all.

Listen, listen, and he spoke again.

It doesn't hurt!

Wuzen was banging into the tree, again and again, laughing as he bumped, and he did look like a little fool. The linden tree is very tall and very large, and it does not move at all, not even the branches and leaves of the tree. The big tree was speechless, silently looking at the silly little monk under him, only hanging down thousands of delicate and soft roots. It is an air root, a wisp of air root as fine as a waterfall, an air root that is sprinkled like long hair, and an air root that is as gentle as an eye wave.

Lots and lots of them, like a forest.

Brush the corners of the eyes, brush the eyebrows, and brush the body. Wu Zen itched to his heart, and he laughed loudly! The roots trembled and undulated, and he seemed to laugh with it. Like a kind old man, looking at a naughty child, it was a smile bursting out of his heart, as if he saw Xu Yue being full of vitality at the beginning! Heh! Isn't it half cut into the ground? Wuzen can't move him, because his foundation is too deep, but no matter how deep the foundation is, it can't hide the vigorous and fresh sprouts! Of course, this is the deep affection and special way of communication between Xiao Wuzen and the old Bodhi tree, which others don't understand.

"No Zen -- " "No Zen -- "No Zen No Zen, you ask me, no Zen no Zen, no Zen, no gossip! Senior brothers and brothers are all here, Wu Chan doesn't know which one to answer first, so he has to touch his head hehele! Wu Chan is more stupid, silly and silly, and everyone likes it. No Zen, no Zen, no Zen, dozens of little monks are asking you and me one by one, and everyone's eyes are full of curiosity.

Said one by one.

Senior brother Wuhua stepped forward and asked first: "Wuzen, are there many women under the mountain?" "There is no Zen music. In an exclamation, Wuhua asked again: "Are the women under the mountain good-looking, are they as good-looking as me?" Yes, the senior brother is handsome, white and slender, and he prides himself on being a little Lingxiu in Nanshan, and the people under the mountain are afraid that they can't compare to him! Silent and at a loss. What is good-looking and what is not good-looking? This is a question that cannot be answered without Zen. Wuhua was overjoyed, and then threw a bombshell: "Those women, Wuzen you, you, have you ever touched it?"

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the little monks jumped loudly, everyone looked excited, their eyes lit up, and they all looked at Wuzen and their palms were sweating! Wuzen frowned and thought about it, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly smiled and said: "I have touched and touched, Wuzen has touched and hugged, and I am still naked and taking a bath with him!"

"Shut up!" Wu Chan was about to fully explain his unclear relationship with that person, when the second senior brother shouted loudly and said, "Sins and sins! Amitabha-" said with his palms together and bowed to the west, and said: "No Zen, there are demons under the mountain!" No matter how strange the demons are, how can they be more mysterious than women? The little monks were not happy, and they glared at the second senior brother one after another, and cursed secretly from their hearts! It can only be like this, the second senior brother Wudi is strong and heroic, and he has always taken it as his responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons, plus he is fat and a dead eye, in case he is a demon, it is not good!

Wuzen thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Nonsense!" Wu Di roared and angrily pointed at Wu Zen: "The demons under the mountain have been rampant for a long time, you must have seen the wrong fetus with the naked eye!" As he spoke, his body was shocked, and his eyes kept swinging his fists: "You are not Wu Zen! You must have been transformed by demons! Look at the fight!" All the little monks sighed in unison, their faces full of helplessness. Only Wu Chan was overjoyed, clapping his hands and shouting: "Competition! Competition!" Wu Di was like thunder, and his body was stiff in an instant! Shaoqing withdrew his fist and bowed to the west: "Buddha Buddha, give me boundless mana to cleanse the evil of the world!" Buddha Buddha, give me the power of God, and wipe out all demons and ......."

Its voice is low and fast, incessantly chanting and mantras, mixed with frustration. It can only be like this, he can't beat Wuzen. Even if this Wuzen is a monster, this monster is not something he can get rid of. The little monks were also surprised, only Wuzen was a little lost in his heart. At this time, another little monk spoke. This little monk is the little junior brother of all little monks, five short figures, fat and white and cute, with countless red and bright bags bulging on his bald head, he is known for his delicious and lazy ** fart -

Impotent.

Incompetence quietly let out a fart, and took advantage of others to cover their noses and asked: "Senior Brother Wuzen, are the things under the mountain delicious?"

In other words, the degree of incompetence's obsession with food is not comparable to that of Wuzen. The little monks shook their heads one after another, wanting to open their mouths but were inconvenient, so they had to cover their mouths and noses and wait for the smell to dissipate. The first important thing in the world, how can you wait to ignore it! The two questions asked by the senior brother and the second senior brother are very good, but they have been asked and asked, how can they expect that the question of incompetence is the one that leads to the jade, and it is a really good and affordable question! Wuzen patted his head, and hurriedly took out a paper bag from his arms: "That's right, Wuzen has jelly beans here!"

The colorful jelly beans, the round and bright jelly beans, the jelly beans that Guan Ling's big sister bought for Wuzen, Wuzen is not willing to finish eating, and must bring them back for everyone to taste! The jelly beans are rolling around on the oiled paper, and the sun shines out a dazzling light! Wuzen is really a good child, good things, it is better for everyone to share, a group of little monks saw this and stepped forward one after another, looking at it dumbfounded: "What is this? Can you eat it?"

"Mine!" Wu Zen didn't have time to speak, his impotent figure burst out, and he reached out like lightning and grabbed it: "Mine! It's all mine!" he said and took out one and threw it into his mouth, chewing it slowly and slowly, and looking around with vigilant and panicked eyes! Incompetent, incompetent, you are not good like this! Wu Chan brought it back for everyone to eat, everyone has a share, quickly take it out and let the senior brothers taste it! Incompetent has an innate sense of sensitivity to food, and he can judge at a glance that this jelly bean must be a very delicious thing! What's more, he tasted the sweetness at this moment-

Unable to hold the paper bag tightly and refuse to hand it over, his expression was extremely resolute! Seeing that the senior brothers were about to pounce on him, he shouted incompetently and turned around and ran! Unfortunately, he couldn't run away. In a hurry, he grabbed the bag of candy and paper and stuffed it into his mouth! All the little monks shouted and flew up to take down the incompetence, stretched out their hands and picked at it! Bang! A loud sound was like a firecracker, and everyone present was stunned when they heard it, and then, and then the incompetence licked the corners of their mouths and smiled with satisfaction.

Gone?

It stinks!

The monks were furious, and they faced each other with their fists and feet, and they were beaten up in a fat beating around the incompetent ping-pong pong! The incompetence rolled to the ground and screamed miserably, but the incompetence did not regret it, even if the incompetence was repeated again, the paper bag would generally be swallowed into the stomach, even if it could not taste anything, even if it was swallowed and knew that it was going to be beaten, even if it was beaten to death by others, it would not regret it! Incompetent! Incompetent! Wuchan pounced and protected the little junior brother with his body: "Don't fight! Don't fight! If you want to fight, you can beat Wuzen, the little junior brother will hurt!"

A fool, an idiot!

The incompetent nickname is called the idiot and incompetent, and the fool Wuzen happens to be a pair, and the relationship between the two is also the most intimate, because the two people are the most angry, because the incompetent always follows Wuzen's ass, because Wuzen only has this one junior brother, and Wuzen wants to protect him!

Wuzen is not afraid, fists and feet plus no Zen only should be tickled, Wuzen laughed and said: "It's so itchy, itchy! The copper plate is ordinary, but it is very fresh for the little monks, since there is no candy, then it is not bad to get a copper plate! Fun, fun, take it back to play! So the little monks rushed up and went to grab the copper plate.

Someone got three.

Someone got two.

Someone got one.

Someone-

So the empty-handed little monk was angry: "Give me one!" "Don't give it! Don't give it! I grabbed it, it's mine!" A little monk held three copper plates in his hand: "Don't give it!" "Give it or not?" "Don't give it!" "I'll fight!" "Oops-" So the two little monks fought. And there was more than one little monk empty-handed, so another pair of little monks fought! So a copper plate and two copper plates also fought! So many little monks started ping-pong!

Beat the miasma.

"Demon, demon!" The second senior brother didn't go to grab the copper plate, but just looked at the west and muttered to himself.

The senior brother didn't go to grab the copper plate, and the senior brother had something in his heart: "No Zen, I don't want the copper plate, I want a red handkerchief." Wu Chan gave it to him, Wu Chan didn't have half a point in his heart, Wu Chan took out a beautiful red handkerchief and gave it to him. How to come, how to go, since others give Wu Zen, then Wu Zen gives to others, the reason is very simple, Wu Zen has always thought so: "Big tree, big tree, Wu Zen has nothing for you, Wu Zen has a big red jacket, it's better for you to put it on-"

Bodhi Tree smiled.

"No Zen, go to the wall. ”

Monk Lingxiu came up, holding a gray monk's robe.