The era of national fighting

Seeing two rays of light from Relic, one black and one white, the white light covers Zhongyou, and the black light covers Guizhen, the two of them seem to be unaware, each still reciting their scriptures.

In a trance, Zhongyou felt as if he had returned to the Chanlin Temple, there were ruins everywhere, and there were still bloodstains in the underground soil.He walked forward slowly, and the wailing of ghosts could be heard in his ears.

He glanced around calmly with godless eyes, proclaimed a Buddha's name, and said calmly: "If you sow the cause, you will reap the fruit. The cycle of karma and retribution is not good. When things in the world will eventually pay off, let's go with peace of mind." !"

Yin Hun roared unwillingly: "We have devoted ourselves to cultivating Buddhism and being kind to others all our lives. But to obtain such retribution, the way of heaven is unfair, we are unwilling to wait."

Zhongyou drank in a low voice: "Why are you so obsessed with ignorance? Three lifetimes of karma and reincarnation, how do you know that it is not the cause of your previous life that produces the fruit of this life. Don't you wake up quickly, and you will go to the ear, nose and hell forever?"

The ghosts slowly gathered to form a figure, it was Master Jinxiu.Master Jinxiu sternly shouted: "You are just a little novice monk, what kind of Buddhist teachings are you talking about here?"

Zhongyou said very calmly: "The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. The abbot has practiced Buddhism for many years in vain, and he still has class status in his heart. Don't you feel sad?"

Master Jinxiu yelled again: "Even if all living beings are equal, you little novice, how wise do you have to understand Buddhism."

Zhongyou said slowly: "The light of wisdom is hidden in the hearts of all people, and they suddenly realized how the fusion of Buddhism and Dharma came about."

Master Jinxiu suddenly said: "How many Buddhist books have you read and how many scriptures do you know. Let's talk about the light of wisdom."

Zhongyou clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "The little novice has only read one Buddhist scripture and half of Buddhist books. But he has seen through the world, and the abbot has read thousands of volumes.

But they can't see through the theory of fame and fame, all kinds of calculations, all kinds of schemes, in the end, all they get is nothing.Also paid for the souls of this temple?Is the master worthy? "

Master Jin Xiu said frantically: "Everything I do is to make Chanlin Temple an existence that transcends everything. I am so ashamed of it. I just don't want to be reconciled."

Zhongyou shook his head and said, "Why is the abbot so persistent? The Buddha said that all dharmas are empty. Abandoning this stinky skin, isn't everything still empty?"

Master Jinxiu roared: "What you said is so nice? Then you give up your skin to eliminate our grievances and save us innocent souls."

Zhongyou sat cross-legged and said: "If I can exchange my skin for the rest of my brothers and sisters, I am willing to pay."

Jin Xiu turned into countless vengeful spirits and rushed towards Zhongyou, the vengeful spirits kept biting his flesh, Zhongyou didn't show a trace of pain, but had a peaceful face, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The lotus flowers fell from the sky all over the sky, and black air rose from the body of the wronged soul, and the shadows became clear one by one.They performed a Buddhist ceremony toward Chung.Each shadow stepped on a lotus and soared away.

Master Jinxiu and Master Jipo flashed out, and Master Jinxiu said: "It's useless for me to practice Buddhism for many years, but I can't see it as thoroughly as a little novice. I was blinded by fame and wealth, and ended up killing all the monks in the temple. I would like to go to Avici Hell and suffer for thousands of years to redeem my sins in this life.”

Master Jipo looked at Zhongyou and said, "I never thought that you would be blessed by misfortune. Although you were blind, you opened your mind. As your teacher. The poor monk officially took the precepts for you today. Monk, Dharma name Zhongyou."

Zhongyou performed three kowtows and nine prostrations, and formally accepted the precepts.The whole scene suddenly shook, and Zhongyou felt his world spinning for a while.

Zhongyou found himself sitting high above a large hall, wearing a golden Buddha crown and purple cassock, with countless believers kneeling in front of him.

A young monk respectfully said to Zhongyou: "Mysterious monk, all the believers have arrived, please start the lecture formally. Also, this is the account book of the merit money donated by the rich and powerful. Please pray for them."

Zhongyou looked at the eyes full of desire below, and asked, "Why are they all rich? Are there no poor people to pray for?"

Kneeling in the first row, a fat-headed guy said, "Master, aren't you joking? Why are those poor people entitled to be blessed by the master?"

Zhongyou sighed silently and said: "What is this for? The monks are empty of all four elements, and they should use hard work as the basis to save all sentient beings. Do you do this? Doesn't it violate the original intention of Buddhism?"

The young monk said disapprovingly in a low voice: "Forget it, master. We all know that all Buddhist teachings are useless, and having money and pleasure is the essence. What can those poor ghosts give us?"

Zhongyou sighed again, stretched out his hand to take off the golden crown, took off the cassock, and changed into a coarse linen clothes. The treasure minister said solemnly: "The Buddha Dharma can save all living beings. Now that all living beings are perishing, I am willing to travel all over the world with my own strength to spread my Dharma The true meaning of life. Solve the suffering of all beings."

Zhongyou left the resplendent monastery and traveled all over the mountains, rivers and rivers alone with a Zen stick. He ate and slept in the open, not afraid of suffering, persuading people to do good, and using Buddhism to influence the common people.

Slowly, believers continued to gather around Zhongyou. Facing the gold and silver treasures brought out by believers, Zhongyou remained unmoved, but used these things where they should be used.

As time went by, Zhongyou became more and more famous, and he began to settle in a deep mountain. The believers spontaneously began to build a temple for him. On the day when the temple was completed, he named the temple Chanlin Temple.

Zhongyou knew that his time was coming, so he summoned the believers to preach for her and them for the last time.He said calmly: "The essence of Buddhism does not lie in how many Buddhist books you have read? How many scriptures have you read?

It doesn't matter whether you are devout in the morning and evening classes, and how much incense is offered?It's about whether your original heart is pure and innocent, and don't fight for things that don't belong to you.

Even if you earn, maybe you will lose more.Those who are at home should cherish everything around them, maybe if they are lost, they will never have a chance to come back.

Those who become monks should forget everything in the world, ignite the light of wisdom with a peaceful heart, see through life and death, and ignore the meaning of gains and losses, so that they can be quiet and innocent, and they can ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss forever. "In the Buddha's name of the believers, he passed away peacefully.

Zhongyou suddenly opened his dull eyes, and found himself next to a lotus pond, an old monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, twisted a lotus in his hand, and looked at him with a kind smile.

Zhongyou Fuzhi clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. The old monk said: "You are very good. You have a pious heart and eternal wisdom. You can inherit the mantle of the old monk."

Zhongyou didn't speak, but prostrated himself on the ground and bowed down.The old monk smiled slightly and said: "My old monk said that what I taught you is the highest practice of my Buddhism, the lotus meditation method. After practicing this method, you should stick to your original heart and save all people in the world. Can you hold it?"

Zhongyou said slowly: "I can hold it." The lotus flower in the old monk's hand turned into a white light, which shot into Zhongyou's eyebrows, and a white lotus mark appeared on his eyebrows.

While Zhongyou was going through all this, little monk Guizhen was also making his own choice.