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The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism occurs in every dynasty. Here, Buddhism and Taoism are also incompatible. Not only in terms of concepts, but also in terms of martial arts, the two factions are fighting to the death.
Xiao Yueye found out that Sha Cai, Sha Nen, Bian Sai and Bian Min would meet at Jiming Ancient Temple today. This was their private meeting, which was so well hidden that outsiders had no way of knowing about it. If it weren't for eavesdropping, Xiao Yueye wouldn't believe that the rivals rumored by the outside world turned out to be close friends in private.
It was only Chenshi, and there was an endless stream of people on the path up the mountain. There are many people who are still feeling depressed while rushing on their way. They will definitely not be able to stick the first incense today.
People who go up the mountain basically have a vegetable basket in their hands, which contains incense, candles, etc.
Walking up the road, I quickly saw a huge Buddha character. Jiming Ancient Temple has a simple style, with many cracked paint on the walls, and the six characters "Namo Amitabha" written on the walls on both sides.
Facing the mountain road is a gate without a door, which symbolizes the Buddhist intention of opening the door widely. Walking up the stairs, you can see many halls of Buddhas mentioned in scriptures, such as Maitreya Buddha, Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, Medicine Buddha, and finally, the Tathagata Buddha statue is enshrined at the top of the mountain.
The believers worshiped each Buddha statue devoutly, put a stick of incense, and finally walked towards the largest Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain.
I have to say that the bells, drums and Sanskrit singing in Jiming Ancient Temple, as well as the smell of sandalwood, can indeed make people feel peaceful. Coupled with the grand atmosphere here, Xiao Yueye still bowed respectfully even though he never believed in ghosts and gods.
His gesture was different from praying to the Buddha for blessing. It was purely a sign of respect from his heart.
Xiao Yueye has always believed that it is better to seek help from others than to seek help from yourself. Instead of placing your hopes on illusory gods and Buddhas, it is better to work hard yourself.
Crossing the path beside the temple, Xiao Yueye walked towards the wing in the back mountain.
Many novice monks passed by along the way, and they all saluted Xiao Yueye in a friendly manner and praised him.
It was already the beginning of autumn, and in the back mountains, there were many fallen leaves covering the ground, giving people a feeling of depression and silence.
At this time, most of the monks were doing morning prayers, and the distant sound of chanting sutras echoed in Xiao Yueye's ears.
"Donor, would you like to play chess with the old monk?"
In a courtyard not far away, an old monk with simple clothes and a long white beard was holding a leaf and smiling.
After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Yueye nodded and walked over.
The old monk performed Namaste with a peaceful face. Behind him, there was a stone table and two round stools. On the table, there was still a plate of leftovers.
Seeing Xiao Yueye looking at the end game, the old monk smiled and said: "The old monk was very bored, so he played against himself, but in the end it was a tie."
Xiao Yueye was the black piece on one side. He carefully put the pieces on the chessboard back into the box and said respectfully: "Master, let's play chess. I'm just getting a glimpse of the rules, so please be merciful."
The old monk smiled indifferently and said nothing. He started at the east corner and put down one piece.
The way of playing chess has a great relationship with cultivating the mind, strategy, and vision. Xiao Yueye's chess pieces are like martial arts, taking a deceitful path, while the old monk is opening and closing, with infinite awe. Righteous.
The fallen leaves on the edge fell from time to time. When Xiao Yueye was thinking hard about the moves, a leaf fell on the chessboard.
Xiao Yueye let out a sigh and waved his hand to pick up the leaves. Unexpectedly, the old monk stopped him with a thin hand.
"Master, what are you doing?"
The old monk smiled and said lightly: "Why did the donor pick up this fallen leaf?"
Xiao Yueye felt a little confused. He frowned and said, "This leaf is blocking the chess game, so of course I have to get rid of it."
"What does this leaf have to do with you and me playing chess?"
Hey, the monk just likes to talk about Zen. Xiao Yueye sighed softly, put the chess pieces back in the box and said: "Master, I am a layman and I don't have the qualifications to understand your Zen. If I don't take away this leaf, I will It’s hard to go on.”
The old monk was neither anxious nor annoyed. He looked at Xiao Yueye with clear eyes and said calmly: "Why should the donor disturb his mood for this foreign object? If he thinks that the leaves are in the way, why not brush them away? It's just that the leaves in his eyes are easy to brush. Go, what about the leaves in my heart?"
Looking at the old monk's eyes, Xiao Yueye suddenly felt something moved in his heart, but this feeling soon disappeared. He smiled bitterly and said: "I understand the good intentions of the master, but I am a stubborn person and I don't have this kind of thing." Please forgive me."
The old monk remained silent, brushing off the leaves on the chessboard with a faint smile, and motioned for Xiao Yueye to continue.
Seeing Xiao Yueye's last word, the old monk said: "The donor's methods are very unusual. He practices deceitful ways and pays attention to change. He is indeed unpredictable. It's just a pity."
Xiao Yueye asked: "What's the pity?"
The old monk calmly said one word, ate a big dragon in Xiao Yueye, and said: "The character of the mind is wandering along the deceitful path, but you can't see clearly in front of you. Everything goes astray, and in the end you still fall into the lower realm! That's it! It's like the frog in the well who only sees a few feet in front of the door, but he doesn't realize how vast the outside world is!"
Although Xiao Yueye was a little shocked, it also increased his displeasure. He waved his sleeves and said: "Master, I respect you as a Buddhist monk, so I will be polite. You slander me like this, it is not the behavior of Buddhism!"
The old monk sighed, recited the Buddha's name, pointed his finger at a place on the chess board and said: "Donor, please see, this is where the old monk fell. The next step the benefactor made was this move. Your side has long been surrounded. If you give up and take this path, you will naturally have unlimited vitality. But at that time, you were too focused on winning, and you missed the overall situation. Can’t even see such an easy flaw?”
The old monk's voice was not loud, but every word struck Xiao Yueye's heart. He carefully inspected the chess game and found that just as the old monk said, he didn't even see such an easy flaw.
"I think the benefactor has extraordinary magnanimity, full of heaven, and is obviously a dragon or a phoenix among people. But the benefactor likes to go to the sidelines, and he is domineering and unabashed. It is good for a young man to be high-spirited, but if he is complacent and arrogant, he will run wild and wantonly. The gain outweighs the loss, Amitabha!”
Xiao Yueye's heart trembled, and suddenly she felt like she was falling into chaos. The old monk's words in her ears seemed to be clear and yet vague and distant.
"Everything in the world is a circle. If the donor has any doubts, don't bother going back to the starting point and finding the original thing."
She couldn't help but follow the old monk's words, but the more Xiao Yueye thought about it, the more she shivered, the more she thought about it, the colder she became, and she was sweating profusely!
The caution I felt when I first came to this world as a child, the joy I felt when I felt happy again, and the simple desire to live a better life.
Now, what happened to me
After defeating some people, I actually felt that I was looking down on the heroes of the world. When I acted, I became violent and cautious, and my caution was greatly reduced.
Thinking of these, Xiao Yue's back felt cold every night.
With the sound of the Buddha's name, Xiao Yueye woke up and looked at the old monk with a faint smile in front of him. He quickly stood up and bowed to the end.
"Thank you, Master, for your advice!"
He laughed heartily, touched his beard and said: "It doesn't matter, everything is understood by the donor himself and has nothing to do with the old monk. I think the donor has some tricks, but he is impetuous. The old monk did this because he felt regretful. ”
Xiao Yueye sat back on her seat, looked at the old monk's eyes as vast as the sea, and as clear as snow, and asked respectfully: "Disciple, I still have confusion in my heart. I don't know how to solve it?"
"Everything is done according to one's heart. If the donor feels that he has a clear conscience, he can do whatever he wants. Why should he be tied up by others?"
Xiao Yueye nodded and took the opportunity to express all the confusion in her heart: "My disciple once wondered, what is a good person and what is a bad person?"
The old monk looked at him with strange eyes and said: "Kill fifty-one people, save forty-nine people, or kill forty-nine people, only fifty-one people, which one is better or worse?"
Xiao Yueye was speechless for a moment.
"This question is like which came first, the chicken or the egg. Why bother?"
The two continued to play chess, and Xiao Yueye calmed down. Although his technique did not change much, the chess situation changed drastically. Although they still invite danger and leave no room for danger, they can complement each other and take over the overall situation.
The smile on the old monk's face became even brighter, and suddenly he said lightly: "Donor, isn't it Qiu Ziyunqiu, how are you doing lately?"
Xiao Yueye's heart trembled, and the position of his hand was wrong. He looked at the old monk with a calm face in surprise: "How does the master know that I know Master Qiu?"
The old monk dropped a word and said: "Your Qi changes are very different from ordinary people's. Look at the thick calluses on the fingertips of your hands. I think you are practicing Qiu Donor's 'Bi Ye Si'. No wonder from your chess game skills, it is similar to Qiu's." The donors are quite similar. They all act like tigers and wolves with a benevolent heart. It can be said that the Qiu donor has a successor. "
Xiao Yueye swallowed her saliva and couldn't help but guess the identity of this mysterious man.
Could it be the abbot of the Buddhist sect? It doesn’t look like it!
Or some reclusive eminent monk from the Buddhist sect
The old monk obviously saw what Xiao Yueye was thinking. He smiled and said: "The old monk is just a monk traveling alone, not a senior expert."
Xiao Yueye was stunned and argued: "If you are an ordinary person, how can you know about 'Bi Yesi'?"
The old monk frowned, looked at Xiao Yueye with doubtful eyes and said, "Biyesi? What Biyesi?"
Xiao Yueye was speechless. Is this master pretending to be stupid, or does he really have a bad memory
"Didn't the master say before that this disciple studied Biyesi?"
In order to prevent the old monk from denying it, Xiao Yueye moved his fingers lightly, and the green color slowly flowed between him, changing constantly. The 'Biye Silk' was already in his hand and was handed to the old monk's eyes.
The old monk looked at the 'Biyesi' in Xiao Yueye's hand and said strangely: "What is this?"
Xiao Yueye was angry: "Bi Yesi!"
The old monk grabbed his hand. After looking at it for a few times, he half-smiled and said, "Why does the old monk feel that this is a sword?"
"sword?"
"What sword? The old monk didn't say that the donor should have a good sword, right?"
"What, turned into a knife again?"
"Well, what a spear!"
"..."
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Seeing Xiao Yueye's unswerving expression, the old monk suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, stared at Xiao Yueye closely and said: "All changes are due to the original mind. Idiot, don't you understand?"
As if struck by lightning, Xiao Yueye was stunned, the old monk's words "all changes are due to the original heart" kept impacting in his mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but Xiao Yueye’s eyes moved slightly and he finally regained his vitality. There seemed to be countless brilliance in his eyes, and the green light in his hands disappeared quietly. It was just a short moment, but it seemed like the world had changed forever.
Xiao Yueye's eyebrows are still the same, but her whole person is very different from before. What is different, but she can't explain.
The old monk laughed loudly: "It's so gratifying that Qiu almsgiver has a disciple like this! When I talked with him back then, he took the old monk a long time to foam at the mouth! Hahahaha!"
Seeing the old monk laughing and walking away, Xiao Yueye stood up suddenly and asked loudly: "I don't know the master's name? Disciple Xiao Yueye."
No one could be seen in the distance. While Xiao Yueye was missing, Haohao Fan sang:
"Bodhi has no tree.
The bright mirror is also not a platform.
Originally there was nothing,
Where to stir up dust. "
Xiao Yueyue recited this poem in a low voice, and suddenly her face changed drastically, and her eyes filled with tears. He straightened his clothes, fell to the ground, kowtowed heavily three times, and murmured: "Disciple Xiao Yueye kowtows to thank the Sixth Patriarch, Zen Master Huineng!"
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The Sixth Patriarch, Zen Master Huineng, is the Buddhist Zen master that Bu Nu personally admires the most. He has great power and boundless wisdom. Especially this Buddhist saying has been passed down through the ages: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing there, so where is the dust
The use of his name here only expresses personal respect. Other relevant remarks are all made up by Bu Nu for the sake of plot, so don’t go into them further. (Quanben Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)