Taoist Lotte came out of the yard and looked at the teapot on the table. There was not much water left, so he poured out the water, washed the teapot and teacups, filled them again, and went back to the yard leisurely. This is a small rule for monks. Many monks worship the Three Pure Ones, and some worship heaven and earth. However, they all have one characteristic, that is, they do not open the door to receive incense, but live in seclusion. I like to be disturbed by outsiders. If someone is passing by a Taoist temple and is thirsty or something, there will be tea at the door. Just drink it and then leave on your own without disturbing the host's practice.
Similarly, you can give some gifts to Fang Zheng when you go to Yizhi Temple, and Fang Zheng will usually point out something in return. However, most cultivators do not have the eyes to see your good or bad luck, so they will never ask for anything from you. This is also a rule. If you ask for something, you will be affected by the cause and effect. If you ask for something in the future, he will go down the mountain for a walk no matter what.
Therefore, many Taoists are not very necessary and do not owe anyone any favors at all. Their pursuit is to cut off all cause and effect, realize nature in the mountains, and be leisurely and contented.
Lotte Heaven was picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, feeling content and leisurely. Suddenly a bell sounded from afar, Lotte Heaven was stunned! Then a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he laughed loudly: "Haha... I finally figured it out, figured it out! If I had known it was so simple, why would I have to think so much? Hey, no, because of this matter before, I had a relationship with the scholar We were so noisy that I have to go and apologize today.”
At the same time, in another part of the Tongtian Mountains, outside a cave, a man wearing Hanfu was sitting on a straw mat, reading an ancient book in his hand with gusto. But when he saw a sentence, he said unhappily: "Letian is talking nonsense, how can this be explained like that? If everyone in the world is happy with destiny, how can there be any progress in this world? No, I have to go to him to discuss it. , Even if we fight against him for ten or eight years, we still have to win or lose."
After saying that, the man stood up and was about to walk out. At this moment...
Boom!
A bell rang, and the scholar was stunned, then frowned and looked down at the book in his hand.
Boom!
Another bell rang, and the scholar's brows opened, with a smile of understanding in his eyes: "That's all, things seen from different angles are naturally different. Sparks arise from the collision of thoughts, and the light of wisdom is ignited because of the sparks. If so, Everyone has the same idea, that’s what’s really scary. I scolded him like crazy the day before yesterday, so today I just have to come and apologize..."
Thinking of this, the scholar also went out, but the two of them bumped into each other halfway up the mountain. Their eyes met, and in the end they didn't say anything. They laughed at the same time, greeted each other, and went home. However, the mood of the two of them was obviously much better, but they were also extremely curious about the sound of the bell.
"It is thought-provoking and makes people feel resentful. The sound of the bell is like singing Buddhist scriptures in the ears. It is really amazing. If you have time, you should go out for a walk and see where the sound of the bell comes from." The scholar underestimated.
Lotte simply waved his big sleeves and went down the mountain as nimbly as a monkey. He was a pure-hearted person and would do whatever came to his mind without delaying at all. He didn't wait. He heard the sound of the bell and guessed it came from Yizhishan. Points to the temple. Listening from a distance is not enough, so of course you have to listen closer...
Fang Zheng didn't know that he was ringing the bell. Every time he struck the bell, the scriptures on the bell seemed to glow, and the sound seemed to be rubbing the countless scriptures and passing them on, urging people to do good, let go of hatred, and calm down resentment... Although the sound of the bell cannot really make people change their minds directly, it can still make people calm down and think about the problem carefully.
Many things were done just because the head was hot, and then went wrong.
With more time to think, to listen, to ask, to think, to introspect, many conflicts, crises, and troubles that should not exist will naturally disappear into nothingness.
But Fang Zheng knew one thing, he was almost exhausted! This bell hammer is different from other bell hammers. The more it hits, the heavier it gets. Even with his amazing strength, after hitting it more than ten times, it feels like it is almost out of strength. But every time it hits, Fang Zheng can feel it. With a glimmer of enlightenment, some things in the Buddhist scriptures that had been difficult to understand suddenly became clear, and everything was understood. At the same time, there were countless scriptures on the clock. Fang Zheng looked carefully and found that there were several sets of scriptures clearly engraved on it. arts! On the outside are the Sutras of Buddhas, Tathagata, Bodhisattvas, Divine Monks, Amitabha Sutra and the Twelve Causes and Conditions Mantra. On the inside are the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma. On the bell lip are the Vajra Prajna Sutra. Pulao (bell button) The "Shrangama Mantra" and so on are engraved everywhere, and there are 27 kinds of sutras and mantras! Tens of thousands of words!
Fang Zheng was ringing the bell while reading scriptures. The strange thing was that the bell body was round and round, but every time he hit it, Fang Zheng could see something different. After bumping into each other, he finished reading a complete passage in a daze. Scripture! And you don’t have to circle around the clock, let alone get inside to look at it! That feeling, as if the text would turn pages automatically, is extremely magical.
At the same time, Fang Zheng secretly decided that only people in the temple could knock the bell, and no one else could touch it, otherwise it would cause trouble if word spread.
Fangzheng gritted his teeth and rang the bell, one after another, always maintaining the unhurried rhythm. The thumping sound of the bell resounded throughout the forest.
It seems that this sound is the only thing left between heaven and earth...
The sound became louder and louder, and even the bell was heard in Songwu County, more than 100 kilometers away. The sound was melodious and melodious. It attracted countless curious eyes for a while. All the friends in the circle were asking about the source of the bell, and finally the target was locked. On Yizhi Mountain. Yizhi Temple once again became a topic of chat among everyone after dinner. Unconsciously, the reputation of Yizhi Temple became higher and higher. More and more people went to the southeastern suburbs of the city to listen to the bells. Gradually, a strange habit formed in Songwu County, that is, everyone would quiet down every morning, or lie on the balcony, or sit On the roadside, or standing on the roof of a building, quietly listening to the bells coming from the mountains in the distance, enjoying the tranquility of the day.
Because the bells can be heard here, when people buy houses, they start to move to the southeast. Many developers see business opportunities and invest in real estate in the southeast. For a time, the southeast, which was originally an old city, is full of vitality. In the second spring, there were more and more people, and the business circle became more and more active, so the government had to give up the plan to develop the Northeast and follow the trend to develop the Southeast economy, jokingly calling it: "Buddha Bell Economy."
Of course Fang Zheng didn't know that his bell would eventually lead to so many changes. He was now gritting his teeth and using up all his strength to ring the bell desperately.
Fang Zheng hit the big bell a total of 108 times, and when his merits were completed, he felt relieved, but reluctantly let go of the hammer, clasped his hands together, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
(End of chapter)