For monks, spiritual wisdom and qualifications are equally important.
Most people believe that spiritual wisdom comes from innateness, that wisdom is wisdom, and ignorance is ignorance. There is a natural chasm between the two.
But this is not the case. The Buddha left behind Dharma collections, Taoist masters had moral maxims, and saints from hundreds of schools of thought also handed down classics. Even ignorant creatures will develop spiritual wisdom if they truly understand the meaning of these scriptures.
Qualifications can be destroyed, but spiritual wisdom is difficult to lose.
There are very few people who can enlighten themselves by relying on these scriptures, but if someone like Huike can explain it in a simple and profound way, it will make a big difference.
If this kind of Taoist who talks about spiritual cultivation and enlightenment is powerful enough to a certain level, he can even nod his head to a stubborn stone, but for him, he may not be of any benefit. For some people, he is a great evil and a loser of order. of destroyers.
Venerable Baoyue may not have the intention to embarrass Huike, but this argument has become a life-saving straw for the monks of the old Buddhism in this area.
After Shen Lian understood this, he had a completely new feeling towards Hui Ke, which he could not feel when he met Hui Ke in Hanhai.
There is no better way to understand a person than to understand his deeds.
Verbal communication can only reveal a person's temperament, or the temperament he is willing to reveal. What a person does, however, does not reveal his true nature.
Shen Lian suddenly asked: "Friend Qingyi, do you know where Master Huike is now?"
Song Qingyi muttered: "I don't know about this, it's not troublesome to know."
With a wave of his robe sleeves, there was an incense stick in his hand, and he said to Shen Lian: "Brother Shen, please help me light it."
Song Qingyi knew that Shen Lian Taixu's eight qi, including heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, water, fire, wind, thunder, and mere flames, could arise at will, which was very convenient.
Shen Lian would never refuse, but he just didn't know what Song Qingyi wanted to do.
He stretched out his finger and flicked it, and flames flew out from his fingertips, landed on the head of the incense, and ignited it instantly. There is something extraordinary about the smell of incense. The flying snow is curling up at this time, and of course it cannot touch the three of them. However, Song Qingyi sticks the lit incense in the snow, and the wind and snow cannot cover up the smoke as it rises.
Song Qingyi bowed his hands respectfully and muttered something: "Master, if you are fine now, please help me do the math. Where is Huike who is walking in Mingwang Temple?"
Shen Lian's mouth twitched, he didn't expect Song Qingyi's method to be like this.
After a while, the incense was burned and turned into ashes on the ground, and a line of words appeared, "Go to the Drunken Immortal's home to find it."
Song Qingyi clapped her hands and said: "It seems that we are lucky. My master is fine, but where is this Zuixianju?"
Qixiu said calmly: "I know."
Song Qingyi said in surprise: "So Qixiu, you have been to Zuixianju. You are a monk, how can you drink."
Qixiu's face turned red and she said softly: "When we were passing by earlier, we passed by there, but you just didn't see it, Senior Brother Song."
Song Qingyi said: "Now that we know it, it's convenient. Qixiu, you can lead the way."
Shen Lian sighed in his heart that this was someone else's teacher. At the same time, he was shocked that Lu Jiuyuan's magical power could reach such an extent and sense what Song Qingyi wanted in his heart.
It is said that the Lord Buddha, as long as others think of him, will respond. Although Lu Jiuyuan still has to rely on incense and candles as a medium to sense Song Qingyi's wishes, there is already a trend in this regard, and he is truly worthy of being the first person in the world.
I don’t know when he will be able to achieve such shocking supernatural powers.
Although Shen Lian couldn't come at this time, he longed for it, but Song Qingyi was used to his master's power and didn't feel much.
Zuixianju welcomed three guests, two young Taoist priests, and a pure and charming nun.
However, there were many people in Zuixianju today and it was very lively. No one paid attention to the origins of these three people. There are traders and lackeys here, as well as dignitaries and dignitaries, everyone is in his or her place.
Shen Lian saw Huike, who was as simple as before, but the tattered mango shoes on his feet had not been completely worn out.
The sound of Zen was floating in every corner of the hall, and Hui Kezheng was arguing with a group of monks.
He was calm and composed, but the monks opposite him were crestfallen, and some even showed expressions of sincerity.
I just heard that this debate will continue until dusk, so there will still be some time.
Shen Lian and the others naturally didn't want to stand around, but now there were no extra empty tables.
The shopkeeper was also in a dilemma. After all, the gold leaf in Shen Lian's hand was much more attractive than any Buddhist teachings, but he couldn't spare an empty table.
It is even less likely that he would chase away guests. He is not stupid. Zuixianju's reputation is far more valuable than this golden leaf.
At this time, the waiter came over and said a few words to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiled brightly and said, "Sir, I asked the waiter to find a customer who was sitting at a table by himself. He wanted to accommodate himself and was willing to sit with the three of you. This is a waste of a lot of effort." After finishing speaking, he Reach out for this gold leaf.
Shen Lian took back the golden leaf.
The shopkeeper asked: "Sir, what do you mean?"
Shen Lian smiled and said, "He's inviting us to sit at the same table with him. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."
The shopkeeper's heart suddenly trembled. He didn't understand how Shen Lian knew about it. He didn't know that the waiter had a private discussion with him. Shen Lian could hear it clearly as long as he wanted to hear it.
Besides, Shen Lian is not a very upright person.
He raised his head and glanced at the table next to the railing on the second floor. There was only one person sitting at the table. This person looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in gilt clothes. There was no visible material, but he gave off an extremely luxurious feeling.
The man was looking at Shen Lian, smiling, and motioned for him to come up.
There was nothing the three of them dared to go to. Song Qingyi was the first to arrive, and sat on it carelessly. She followed Shen Lian to the position opposite him, and Qixiu sat in a corner.
Song Qingyi was the first to speak: "Thank you very much, my friend. I don't know your surname?"
The young man in gilded and luxurious clothes said slowly, "You can call me Mr. Hai."
Song Qingyi said loudly: "My name is Song Qingyi, this is Shen Lian, and the little master next to me is called Qixiu."
Mr. Hai nodded slightly, and finally his eyes fell on Shen Lian. There is a jade hairpin on his head, and there is a strand of long hair hanging down by his temples and ears, which is quite like a jade tree facing the wind.
Most princes and noble families are not as impressive as him.
When Shen Lian heard the words Mr. Hai, he was touched, but he recalled an incident many years ago. He had killed a female snake demon, and the owner of the other party was also named Mr. Hai.
It's just that there are countless people with the same name in the world, and Shen Lian doesn't know if this is Mr. Hai.
Besides, the other party has neither evil spirit nor magic power.
Mr. Hai looked at Shen Lian for a moment and then concentrated on the stand. At this time, Huike convinced another monk and asked him to step down from the stage.
For monks, spiritual wisdom and qualifications are equally important.
Most people believe that spiritual wisdom comes from innateness, that wisdom is wisdom, and ignorance is ignorance. There is a natural chasm between the two.
But this is not the case. The Buddha left behind Dharma collections, Taoist masters had moral maxims, and saints from hundreds of schools of thought also handed down classics. Even ignorant creatures will develop spiritual wisdom if they truly understand the meaning of these scriptures.
Qualifications can be destroyed, but spiritual wisdom is difficult to lose.
There are very few people who can enlighten themselves by relying on these scriptures, but if someone like Huike can explain it in a simple and profound way, it will make a big difference.
If this kind of Taoist who talks about spiritual cultivation and enlightenment is powerful enough to a certain level, he can even nod his head to a stubborn stone, but for him, he may not be of any benefit. For some people, he is a great evil and a loser of order. of destroyers.
Venerable Baoyue may not have the intention to embarrass Huike, but this argument has become a life-saving straw for the monks of the old Buddhism in this area.
After Shen Lian understood this, he had a completely new feeling towards Hui Ke, which he could not feel when he met Hui Ke in Hanhai.
There is no better way to understand a person than to understand his deeds.
Verbal communication can only reveal a person's temperament, or the temperament he is willing to reveal. What a person does, however, does not reveal his true nature.
Shen Lian suddenly asked: "Friend Qingyi, do you know where Master Huike is now?"
Song Qingyi muttered: "I don't know about this, it's not troublesome to know."
With a wave of his robe sleeves, there was an incense stick in his hand, and he said to Shen Lian: "Brother Shen, please help me light it."
Song Qingyi knew that Shen Lian Taixu's eight qi, including heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, water, fire, wind, thunder, and mere flames, could arise at will, which was very convenient.
Shen Lian would never refuse, but he just didn't know what Song Qingyi wanted to do.
He stretched out his finger and flicked it, and flames flew out from his fingertips, landed on the head of the incense, and ignited it instantly. There is something extraordinary about the smell of incense. The flying snow is curling up at this time, and of course it cannot touch the three of them. However, Song Qingyi sticks the lit incense in the snow, and the wind and snow cannot cover up the smoke as it rises.
Song Qingyi bowed his hands respectfully and muttered something: "Master, if you are fine now, please help me do the math. Where is Huike who is walking in Mingwang Temple?"
Shen Lian's mouth twitched, he didn't expect Song Qingyi's method to be like this.
After a while, the incense was burned and turned into ashes on the ground, and a line of words appeared, "Go to the Drunken Immortal's home to find it."
Song Qingyi clapped her hands and said: "It seems that we are lucky. My master is fine, but where is this Zuixianju?"
Qixiu said calmly: "I know."
Song Qingyi said in surprise: "So Qixiu, you have been to Zuixianju. You are a monk, how can you drink."
Qixiu's face turned red and she said softly: "When we were passing by earlier, we passed by there, but you just didn't see it, Senior Brother Song."
Song Qingyi said: "Now that we know it, it's convenient. Qixiu, you can lead the way."
Shen Lian sighed in his heart that this was someone else's teacher. At the same time, he was shocked that Lu Jiuyuan's magical power could reach such an extent and sense what Song Qingyi wanted in his heart.
It is said that the Lord Buddha, as long as others think of him, will respond. Although Lu Jiuyuan still has to rely on incense and candles as a medium to sense Song Qingyi's wishes, there is already a trend in this regard, and he is truly worthy of being the first person in the world.
I don’t know when he will be able to achieve such shocking supernatural powers.
Although Shen Lian couldn't come at this time, he longed for it, but Song Qingyi was used to his master's power and didn't feel much.
Zuixianju welcomed three guests, two young Taoist priests, and a pure and charming nun.
However, there were many people in Zuixianju today and it was very lively. No one paid attention to the origins of these three people. There are traders and lackeys here, as well as dignitaries and dignitaries, everyone is in his or her place.
Shen Lian saw Huike, who was as simple as before, but the tattered mango shoes on his feet had not been completely worn out.
The sound of Zen was floating in every corner of the hall, and Hui Kezheng was arguing with a group of monks.
He was calm and composed, but the monks opposite him were crestfallen, and some even showed expressions of sincerity.
I just heard that this debate will continue until dusk, so there will still be some time.
Shen Lian and the others naturally didn't want to stand around, but now there were no extra empty tables.
The shopkeeper was also in a dilemma. After all, the gold leaf in Shen Lian's hand was much more attractive than any Buddhist teachings, but he couldn't spare an empty table.
It is even less likely that he would chase away guests. He is not stupid. Zuixianju's reputation is far more valuable than this golden leaf.
At this time, the waiter came over and said a few words to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiled brightly and said, "Sir, I asked the waiter to find a customer who was sitting at a table by himself. He wanted to accommodate himself and was willing to sit with the three of you. This is a waste of a lot of effort." After finishing speaking, he Reach out for this gold leaf.
Shen Lian took back the golden leaf.
The shopkeeper asked: "Sir, what do you mean?"
Shen Lian smiled and said, "He's inviting us to sit at the same table with him. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."
The shopkeeper's heart suddenly trembled. He didn't understand how Shen Lian knew about it. He didn't know that the waiter had a private discussion with him. Shen Lian could hear it clearly as long as he wanted to hear it.
Besides, Shen Lian is not a very upright person.
He raised his head and glanced at the table next to the railing on the second floor. There was only one person sitting at the table. This person looked to be in his early twenties. He was dressed in gilt clothes. There was no visible material, but he gave off an extremely luxurious feeling.
The man was looking at Shen Lian, smiling, and motioned for him to come up.
There was nothing the three of them dared to go to. Song Qingyi was the first to arrive, and sat on it carelessly. She followed Shen Lian to the position opposite him, and Qixiu sat in a corner.
Song Qingyi was the first to speak: "Thank you very much, my friend. I don't know your surname?"
The young man in gilded and luxurious clothes said slowly, "You can call me Mr. Hai."
Song Qingyi said loudly: "My name is Song Qingyi, this is Shen Lian, and the little master next to me is called Qixiu."
Mr. Hai nodded slightly, and finally his eyes fell on Shen Lian. There is a jade hairpin on his head, and there is a strand of long hair hanging down by his temples and ears, which is quite like a jade tree facing the wind.
Most princes and noble families are not as impressive as him.
When Shen Lian heard the words Mr. Hai, he was touched, but he recalled an incident many years ago. He had killed a female snake demon, and the owner of the other party was also named Mr. Hai.
It's just that there are countless people with the same name in the world, and Shen Lian doesn't know if this is Mr. Hai.
Besides, the other party has neither evil spirit nor magic power.
Mr. Hai looked at Shen Lian for a moment and then concentrated on the stand. At this time, Huike convinced another monk and asked him to step down from the stage.
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