Ning Shu walked to the little monk Huiji with his hands behind his back, and looked at Huiji with slanting eyes. From the side, the little monk was really handsome.
There is no hairstyle to set off, all depends on the face value.
"Little monk."
The little monk Huiji performed a Buddhist ceremony, "female donor."
Ning Shu:...
She has a throat, and her eldest aunt for many years is also gone, how did this little beast see it.
"Don't be surprised that the donors are different between men and women, and appearances cannot conceal these differences."
"How many years have you been a monk?"
"Hui Ji grew up in Wuyou Temple since childhood."
"How many books does Wuyou Temple have?"
"There are 178 Buddhist scriptures, 37 Buddhist narratives, and 8 Buddhist laws. The world martial arts must not be counted." Monk Huiji answered earnestly.
Ning Shu raised her brows and asked, "How do you feel after reading so many Buddhist scriptures?"
"What is the root of Buddha?"
"Just because all beings are suffering, believing in Buddhism, surpassing the sea of suffering, and reaching the bliss of the West?"
Ning Shu stared at the little monk Huiji and asked, she wanted to do something to challenge the little monk Huiji's Buddha mind.
Ning Shu couldn't see what the little monk said that there is no shore in the sea of bitterness.
She had to go down, everyone had no choice but to stand back and turn their heads back.
"Buddha Amitabha." Huiji performed a Buddhist ritual, "Do not do all evil, all good will follow, and self-purification is all Buddhism."
"Learn like a Buddha, know yourself, and restrain yourself." Huiji said.
Ning Shu waved his hand, "Don't say these gentle words, I don't understand."
"Have you ever eaten meat?"
"Never, everything is alive, and it is a sin to be greedy for pleasure." Little Monk Huiji replied solemnly.
"Don't talk about crimes, just say you want to eat or not?" Ning Shu looked at the little monk Huiji with a smile.
"I invite you to eat roasted duck, roasted chicken, braised salted duck, sauced chicken, bacon, songhua, small tripe, dried meat, sausage, assorted Supan, smoked chicken, white tripe, steamed eight treasure pig, Jiang rice Stuffed duck, rabbit breast, vegetable python, whitebait, braised duck waist, braised duck strips, pureed duck shreds..."
Ning Shu said that he was hungry, and the little monk Huiji looked calm, "Thank you for the donor, the little monk doesn't eat these things."
Ning Shu was not discouraged either. He hadn't tasted these tastes before, so naturally he didn't know the taste.
"What do you eat every day?" Ning Shu asked.
"Fa cai, winter mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, vegetarian chicken, fresh mushrooms, golden needles, fungus, cooked chestnuts, ginkgo, cauliflower, carrots, tofu, yuba, seasonal vegetables, dried and fresh fruits." The little monk said, "It is not a vegetarian dish without nutrition. ."
Ning Shu shrugged, "You have said that everything in the world has spirits. You can feel people chewing on these plants when you eat them. They all do evil, big and small evils are the same."
Little Monk Huiji frowned and said nothing.
"Do you know what pain is?"
"Do you know what happiness is?"
"Do you think you can save the world by chanting in a temple and knocking on wooden fish?"
This little monk is not very old, and looks indifferent and mature like an old man.
"Relying on the pilgrim's tribute to the incense money, and saying two inexplicable words to the pilgrim, this is called saving the world?"
"Amitabha, the cause and effect of the past are all self-inflicted, and there is an effect only if there is a cause. If you don't do evil, there will be no evil."
"What kind of Buddha do you still believe in?" Ning Shu tilted his head and looked at the little monk Huiji, "Did you go to the outside world to see it?"
"Your goal is to save the world, or do you want to become a Buddha?"
"The little monk wants to save the world."
Ning Shu said with a smile, "If you want to save the world, you have to walk into the mortal world. Those who are struggling in the mortal world are the people you should save."
"Still afraid of falling into the red dust, getting into the red dust, and forever lost?" Ning Shu said lightly.
"Don't you worry about what happened last night or today's oath-guru meeting? That's why you want to dissolve the belief in the little monk's heart?" Little Monk Huiji said lightly.
"Tsk, you can see it, you are unhappy, very unhappy." Ning Shu looked at the little monk, "What's the point of you living like this?"
"So what's the point of living like a donor?"
Ning Shu spread his hands, "For me, being alive is the biggest thing, just like you want to save the world."
"How to save the world without going to hell? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva went to hell. Hell is not empty, and he swears he will not become a Buddha."
Ning Shu said in a earnest tone towards Huiji: "If I were you, I would go to the mortal world. What is the meaning of reciting Buddhist scriptures every day? The outside world is much more exciting than Buddhist scriptures."
"Amitabha Buddha, people are greedy for pleasure. After going to the mortal world, what changes is a person's mind." Huiji ignored Ning Shu's temptation, "The little monk knows that there are too many things in the outside world."
"If your mind is corroded by the red dust at once, what is the use of reading so many Buddhist scriptures?" Ning Shu said contemptuously.
"Don't forget your original aspirations, and you will always be able to do so. As the most wise monk in a hundred years, don't you even understand this?"
"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor doesn't need to provoke the little monk. Even if the little monk cannot save the world, he must first save himself." Hui Ji said lightly after performing a Buddhist ceremony.
The most difficult thing in this world is to know yourself if you want to save yourself and know yourself.
Ning Shu couldn't persuade Huiji, nor could Ning Shu look down on Huiji's theory.
A monk who doesn't worry about food and clothing, says he wants to save the world
"Little monk, I can guarantee that you will never become a Buddha. Definitely, definitely..."
"The heart of your Buddha looks crystal clear and indestructible, but it is not as good as a stone, a stone rolling in the red dust, smoothing its sharp corners in the bumps, no matter where it is, it is safe."
Ning Shu: Mom...
It's really not easy to destroy a person's faith, but such a monk can be regarded as a real monk.
Stick to your own heart, not many people do this.
"Thank you for the benefactor's advice, Huiji took it in his heart." The little monk Huiji gave a Buddhist gift to Ning Shu.
Ning Shu hammered his heart, feeling inexplicably heartbroken.
"Little monk, with your talents, you can do other things, and you will make a greater contribution to the world. It will be more useful than reciting scriptures and knocking wooden fish."
"Amitabha Buddha, what Huiji stands out is actually just reading two more Buddhist scriptures. Huiji has no other talents."
Ning Shu waved his hand, too lazy to talk to him, turned around and left.
"Donor..."
Ning Shu waved his hand without looking back, "Don't persuade you to turn back. You can't say that what I did is wrong, little monk, I have more merit than yours."
Emma, it's so cool to pretend to be forced.
Why do you persuade you to turn back so hard? If you can't change it, you will be cremated, simply and neatly.
Leading people to do good is merit, and don’t forget that eliminating evil is also merit.
(End of this chapter)