"What is Zen?"

"Zen is true. ”

"What is true?"

"It's really like my own surname. ”

"In my own surname, all laws can be seen, isn't it?"

"Yes. ”

"Isn't it?"

"It's not. ”

"Isn't it?"

“......”

A wooden fish sounded, and the two old monks retreated.

"Seeing the surname with a clear heart, and removing the dust in vain, it should be repaired like this. ”

"The dust is removed from delusion, and the surname is clear, and it should be cultivated as such. ”

"Ten thousand laws, one law, eighty-four thousand laws. ”

"The four are empty, but one is empty. ”

"All laws are empty, cause and effect are not empty. ”

"Cause and effect are not empty, how can cause and effect come from?"

"Cause and effect are not empty, so cause and effect come. ”

"Cause and effect are not empty, and the cycle is not empty. ”

"If the cycle is not empty, how can cause and effect come from?"

“......”

A wooden fish sounded, and the two great monks retreated.

"The color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color!"

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color!"

"Same, the same!"

"It's different, it's different!"

"Then you're lust! I'm empty!"

"You're the color! I'm the void!"

"Isn't it different?"

"Isn't it the same?"

"Is it the same?"

"Isn't it different?"

A wooden fish sounded, and the two little monks retreated.

This is an evening class, the transmission of the scriptures of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and everyone must participate. Regardless of victory or defeat, only seeking to pass on the Dharma is an indispensable practice for Nanshan Zen Buddhism. Of course, that was decades ago, and then there was a monk who didn't participate. That monk is Dinghai. No one in Dinghai could argue, so he didn't participate in a fit of anger. is still a monk who is only responsible for knocking on wooden fish, but teaching the Dharma but ignoring the Dharma, that monk is unheard. No one can argue with empty news, so there is no need to argue with empty news. Later, another monk did not participate, and that monk was naturally Lingxiu. Lingxiu has never been here since she went crazy. Later, there was a monk who was willing to come, but everyone was not willing to discuss the Fa with him, and that monk was-

Fools have no Zen.

The fool has no Zen and doesn't know anything about the scriptures and Buddhism, and he is also a promiscuous person when he comes. Moreover, discussing the Fa with him often makes him confused, unable to find the north, and even defeats and losses! That is the practice of jumping into a well with a stone at the end of his own life, and no one but a fool wants to do it. In other words, you must not talk to a fool, otherwise it is easy to plummet your intelligence and become a fool, and then be completely defeated by a fool!

For example, the last battle of the Dharma-exactant monk Wuzen two years ago. The opponent was the flowerless monk who claimed to be the first debater in the wordless generation at that time. This discussion was too grotesque to be recorded in the history of Zen Buddhism, but it later became a classic by word of mouth, which is also the shame of the first debater, the monk Wuhua!

That is true.

Wuhua said first.

It doesn't matter what Wuhua says, Wuhua says several words, and Muzen only says one word every time: yes. Then Wuhua asked a few more questions, and Wuzen still only said that one word: yes. After that, even Wuhua forgot what he had said and asked how many sentences, but Wuzen still only had one word: yes. Since there is to be a debate, there is always right and wrong, right and wrong, and the monk Wuzen blindly clings to the other party so that the other party has no opponent, how can this be argued?

Seeing that the senior brother was angry, but he didn't know why, he immediately followed the flattery and said, "No." ”

"No, what does it mean, what kind of nonsense is this!" Wuhua immediately shouted angrily, "Isn't it!"

It can't be said that it can't be said or not, and the Wuzen monk was already confused, so he had to say, "Oh. ”

As soon as this word came out, the gods and Buddhas were unstoppable.

It is said that this word is the first mysterious word in the world, it is nowhere to be used but it is not available anywhere, the language is unknown but it is all-encompassing, and no one can crack it after thousands of years. There are no flowers and nothing to say, so I have to be stunned there. After a moment's stunned, he has already lost. But Wuhua was not convinced, and Wuhua asked for an overtake! Okay, then Wuzen asked the question first, but unfortunately it was the same result. At that time, Wuhua waited for a long time, and the monk Wuzen blushed and said, "Wuchan, what do you want to ask?"

What Wuzen wants to ask, even Wuzen himself doesn't know, how can Wuhua know what Wuzen wants to ask?

Wuhua was stunned and had nothing to say for a while.

Therefore, you must not argue with a fool, otherwise you will become a fool and be completely defeated by a fool, you will doubt your own IQ and become an idiot.

When it comes to fools without Zen, it is impossible not to mention idiots and incompetences. Idiot incompetence is the last monk in Nanshan Zen Buddhism who does not have to attend evening classes, because idiot incompetence is more terrible than a fool without Zen! Once you face this person, it must be pestered and pestered by him, so that you are dizzy and annoyed and annoyed in an instant, and once this person loses the upper hand, it must be a stinky fart sent to the top of the wind, and you are dead and have no place to be buried, and everyone is buried together! No one can stress the situation and incompetence to discuss the law, so the incompetent monk is the real -

Uncrowned King!

Wuyi quietly let out a fart, squatted behind Wuzen's ass and stammered: "Senior Brother Wuzen, how many sweet potatoes are there?"

Wuzen squatted in the stove and pulled two downs: "Five." ”

Inside the stove were five half-baked sweet potatoes, two large, two small, and one and a half the size of the small potato.

"Brother Wuzen, give you half of it!"

Say it's half, and it's a dime when it's broken.

Muzen ate happily.

Impotent happily eating.

The big tree watched happily.

The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the two little monks under the Bodhi tree sit and look at the stars, counting while watching: "one, two, three, four......" Wuzen counted seriously: "Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two......" The master said, when Wuzen counts to the 10,000th star, Wuzen grows up: "So, what is growing up? Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two...... "I can't count a few and I don't count, I'm very lazy and very smart, and I can't do meaningless things:" Senior Brother Wuzen, why don't other senior brothers believe that incompetence is a matter of immortals?"

This is the third day of the incompetent's return from the wall, what happened after dinner. The other senior brothers are all studying the Dharma and discussing Zen in the Zen house, but they don't have time to ask if the idiot is incompetent or not. There is no good person, only Wu Chan Senior Brother: "Wu Chan Senior Brother, why are you a monk Sheng, and other senior brothers don't believe it?"

Or a shadow, an idiot and incompetent is always inseparable from a fool and is unwilling to do anything except eat and sleep. He didn't listen to him, he screamed like he killed a pig when he beat him, and no one could pull him away from Wuzen. So incompetence is going to face the wall again tomorrow. That's nothing, as long as there is a senior brother! The idiot looked at Wuzen's stunned appearance, and felt a little strange in his heart: "Why didn't Senior Brother Wuzen speak this time?"

Ha ha!

Wu Chan didn't answer, Wu Chan didn't hear, Wu Chan stared blankly at a star in the sky, suddenly grinned, and was happy to himself: "This is really a strange thing, ah!" Wu Yi looked at Wu Chan Brother strangely, thinking about asking him what he was laughing at, but Wu Yi suddenly found that he was sleepy! Wu Yi leaned on Wu Zen Senior Brother's mountain-like shoulder in this watery night, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Time is like flowing water, diluting all the separation. Wu Chan lived a simple and happy life in Nanshan, letting time flow like water. Wu Chan is a simple monk, Wu Zen is also a happy monk, all the bits and pieces of the past flow in Wu Chan's heart, like a quiet galaxy. There are so many stars in the sky, and there are so many stars in the sky that there are no more than they can count, heh! 10,000! There are no more stars in the sky!

So, what exactly is growing up?

Wu Chan looked at the star in the sky, and Wu Zen thought of the person in the sky. Wu Chan smiled: "That person is a god, that person is also a woman, and that person is still Wu Chan's big brother!" Wu Chan looked at the star in the sky, and thought: "Wu Chan is looking at the stars at this time, what is Brother Fang Yin doing at this time? Is he also looking at the stars? If so, then is the star he sees also seen by Wu Chan, this one?"

How big the sky is, how many stars there are, if you look at two people thousands of miles apart, how can they happen to see the same one? That is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and it is just a fool's dream. The monk Wuzen looked at the night sky and shook his head, saying in his heart that Wuzen was dreaming again. The long roots of the Bodhi tree swayed gently in the wind, blowing on Wuzen's face as gentle as the evening breeze: "Yes! Yes! The big tree will know, big tree, you say, is Wu Zen dreaming?"

The wind blows Bodhi, and its sound is swaying.

A large heart-shaped leaf slowly fell, gently covering Wuzen's face.

No Zen can not be seen.

It's dark!

What about the stars?

A blind leaf, no Milky Way.

Wu Zen saw it!

It's dawn.

The stars are still there!

Yes! Yes!

Wuzen suddenly missed him very much.

Yes, yes, I am looking at the stars, and you are looking at the stars, although we are thousands of miles apart, but we are under the same sky; yes, yes, the star you see is the star I see, and we see the same star, which happens to be the one in the sky! Why? Why? Foolish and dreamy, is there a needle in the sea? There is no needle, only truth, this is not a dream, this is just the most wonderful fate between people, we are like that under the night sky and looking up at the same star at the same time, just like in the sand of the Ganges, among thousands of people, we see you at a glance!

And you, too, are looking at me.;