Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 210

"Abbot Hongbian? Abbot Hongbian?"

The sound of calling was near and far, and finally woke up the old monk who was wandering in the sky, from the weird and strange experiences many years ago.

At this time, it was noon in Xitan Temple, and the sound of Huang Zhong and Da Lu was ringing in the second floor of the bell and drum. Abbot Hongbian was surprised to find that he hadn't noticed it before. Xia Chengqi, only the strange figures that appeared one after another when the moon shines on the flower forest remained, lingering in front of his eyes, struggling to emerge one by one...

Jiang Wen, who was concentrating on reading the scriptures, naturally didn't know why the old monk in front of him suddenly became dazed, and he just regarded it as the frequent wandering of the elderly.

The reason why he woke up the other party and looked at Abbot Hongbian expectantly at this time was because he wanted to wait for the old monk to ask for help, so that he could go down the slope and tell the whole story about his request to borrow two manuscripts written by Xu Xiake.

But to his surprise, the first thing the abbot should have done after waking up was to calmly grab the manuscript of the book, turned his head and hid in the secret room behind the screen.

This series of gestures and movements are particularly awkward and weird, as if the stack of isolated works recognized by the world in front of him is just a group of evil omens in the world full of unclean things, and the meaning of the characters is also full of twisted and terrifying words. Only by locking it firmly in a secret room and burying it deeply in a tomb can the harm of overflowing be prevented a little bit, so that it will no longer cause harm to the world.

However, the eccentric appearance and tense movements are shown outside for a very short time. With the isolation of the screen, it is difficult for outsiders to see the embarrassment of Abbot Hongbian.

The time Jiang Wen hesitated, the old monk had already retreated from the secret room. In Jiang Wen's eyes, every wrinkle of the old monk in front of him was the greatness that had accumulated from compassion, giving up, spreading the Dharma, and studying. Wisdom and great joy unfolded in front of him like an abyss like an ocean, but it also made him feel a bit of inexplicable weirdness.

"The two Tanyues have helped each other this time, and they have planted immeasurable roots of goodness. Everyone in Xitan Temple is grateful and grateful. There will definitely be incredible blessings in the future."

The old monk held the rosary in one hand, and his eyes were full of unpredictable Zen thoughts. Even if he didn't say a word at the moment, people could involuntarily think of the Buddhist Zen koan with a smile that was not a smile.

"Uh... my scriptures..."

Jiang Wen still kept turning the pages of the book with both hands, and didn't even put his hands down, but the table in front of him was already empty. At this time, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and was about to point to the secret room behind the screen, but was caught by Abbot Hongbian. Hold your wrists tight.

"How can there be any scriptures? Tan Yue stretched out one hand and raised two fingers together. The gesture coincides with 'one leaf of kindness, two ends of blessing and wisdom'. He is indeed a person with great wisdom roots. Why don't you ask the old monk to recite the scriptures to increase blessings for the two of you." it is good?"

After finishing speaking, the old monk chanted sutras softly and prayed for blessings, his face was full of joy, even Luo Shuang'er was infected by the atmosphere and learned to put his hands together, only Jiang Wen was furious, and couldn't figure out why the old monk refused to admit that the book was broken As for the manuscript, it seems that these two things never existed from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Wen withdrew his hand back calmly, then slowly turned his face to the side, and said in a low voice at an angle where Luo Shuang'er couldn't see his expression: "Abbot Hongbian, Jiang just made a slip of the tongue..."

The joy of having the rare book in his hand faded away, and Jiang Wen remembered that the old monk who was harmless to humans and animals in front of him secretly still dared to take in and protect the Buddhist boss of Southern Shaolin, and he was really cunning in doing things.

Tsk, that's why people who mess with the world are dirty in their hearts, and the recognized gentlemen of the rivers and lakes like myself are rare, and most of them are people with a double heart.For something so dark, it's better not to show it naked in front of children.

Dealing with people in the temple is definitely different from the usual friendships in the past. You must add to each other and subtract yourself. The rich are poor, and the noble are poor. Only by relying on some counter-logic operations can you be a monk Things happen in the heap.

For example, if Jiang Wen wants to stay overnight and eat, he must speak softly and politely when he comes to other people's homes, but when he comes to the temple, Jiang Wen must live in the guest house confidently, and the more confident he behaves, the more convenient he will be. Take a high look at yourself.

But at this time, he has taken a fancy to something, and changing it to someone else's house is nothing more than directly asking for a show. If the price is right, it is not impossible to let the other party give up. But in a temple, this matter must not be brought up so blatantly. Naturally, the other party won't pick up your words, and all these "fate rules" have to be logical.

Abbot Hongbian’s attitude just now is actually very clear. Jiang Wen’s previous work is indeed a great contribution, but the corresponding thing is to help him accumulate merit and plant blessings. Anyway, the Buddha has already recorded it—— ——If you really want to receive a reward, you can go to the Buddha and say it, but thousands of times, don’t even think about accepting the reward in front of my old monk.

Fortunately, Jiang Wen has rich experience in the world. After slowly thinking about these things, the operations in his mind became clear—since what he did for Xitan Temple is a merit, the more the better, I can only trouble the old abbot , Help me accumulate a little more merit.

"Abbot Hongbian, last night I saw Master Anren was seriously injured. I don't know how he is recovering now? God has the virtue of being good at life. In fact, Jiang has practiced medicine for many years, and I would like to do my best."

Jiang Wenduan sat up and spit out these few words lightly, which really caused Abbot Hongbian's eyes to flash a strange color.

Anyone who has ever gone to a large temple to burn incense and add incense will understand that it is absolutely impossible for the host to ask for money with a QR code in front of the pilgrims. request.

When the enemy advances, we retreat, and when the enemy retreats, we advance. Jiang Wen deduced Abbot Hongbian's thoughts in reverse. He suddenly hid the fragments of Xu Xiake's posthumous manuscripts and records just now. Jindi spared his own face and used it elsewhere.

After thinking about it more deeply, Abbot Hongbian is naturally not short of money, and the things he can bother discussing right now are nothing more than the two matters of An Renseng's injury and the predicament of Xitan Temple.

"Amitabha, thank you Tanyue."

Now that Jiang Wen had guessed what was on his mind, Abbot Hongbian agreed without saying a word. That natural look almost made Jiang Wen feel a little joy of getting what he wanted. He only felt that he could help this. It is Sansheng who is lucky.

The three got up and turned out the door. There was an old gray-clothed monk with white beard and hair waiting outside the door, with a hint of surprise in his expression, hesitating for a while as he looked at each other, but he didn't speak. Pressing his hands falsely, he nodded slightly and led the person, walking in another direction.

The site of Xitan Temple is vast, overlooking the Dalongtan of Jizu Mountain in the west. Every morning and evening, there is a scene of steaming clouds and rosy clouds. In summer, there are even swaying stones and floating clouds. Unfortunately, the water is getting shallower now, and only the gurgling water flows into it. in.And the source of these sources of running water is the Shigu Peak on which Xitan Temple is backed. No matter how cold, hot, dry or flooded the outside world is, the peak has never changed the image of dense trees and dense clouds.

Climbing up the steps along the mountain, no matter how exquisite the embroidery and carvings of Xitan Temple are, they are forced to gradually thin out in front of the stubborn rocks and strange rocks near the foot of Shigu Peak, leaving only a few stone niches and scattered scriptures Scattered on the side of the road, there are still some majestic handwriting of literati Le Shi on the cliff, but Abbot Hongbian discarded all of them and just walked down the cliff with his head buried in his head.

Walking to the poor place, Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er discovered that there was a rather large mountain gap between the dangerous peaks under Shigu Peak. The sturdy small hall in the mountain is naturally built with the rock as the top and the mountain wall as the wall. It is extremely solid inside and out. If it is not standing so close, no one will be able to discover the hidden cave behind the stone gate.

"Abbot Hongbian, this is such a place, why is the location so hidden without even a plaque?"

Jiang Wen approached the stone door uninvited first, pressing his hands against the rough surface of the stone slab, and after a while, the thick stone door made a rumbling sound, and slowly and steadily opened backwards.

There is no door couplet on this stone gate, but when he pushed open the stone gate, he clearly saw the three-eyed snail-knot Dharma Guardian Vajra statue carved deep into the stone gate, and was glaring at Jiang Wen. The trough was pushed to the end, and the ferocious Dharma protector turned into a purge appearance standing sideways against the wall, holding a whip to protect the Fa-rectification, which was very different from before.

"You two Tanyue, please come in first and then talk."

Abbot Hongbian stepped in slowly, and when the monk's robe was shaking without wind, a gust of moist and warm water vapor rushed towards his face, forming a dense wall of steam that blindfolded his eyes, causing serious visual interference, so that even The extremely strong and bitter smell of herbs in the room invaded the throat and nose, and it took a long time before it reached the brain.

The depth of the stone chamber was unknown, Jiang Wen protected Luo Shuang'er behind him, blinked his eyes to adapt to the humid, hot and dark environment behind the stone chamber, and slowly discovered the sound of water waves not far away, it turned out to be a large pond made of stone , a pool of hot springs swelled and fluctuated in it, turbid and unstable, and the monk An Ren, whom he had not seen for a long time, was resting his arms on the edge of the pool, most of his body was soaked in the water, his face was downcast and his expression was unclear.

"Brother...you are here..."

Monk An Ren seemed to have heard something unusual, and it was rare for him to be able to stay awake in an environment where his vision was blurred and his mouth and nose were full of bitterness, and he could distinguish people's noises—this stone room is not too big, and the air is quite cloudy. The culprit is the four corners of the stone chamber, the medicine cages that are being fumigated with a slow fire, and the bitter black medicine smoke is gushing out every moment.

After An Renseng said this, there was no other movement for a long time. Jiang Wen's eyes were like lightning. He had already adapted to the dark room environment. Apparently, they were decocting medicinal herbs with hot springs, so that the assistant monk An Ren could recover from his injuries.

"You two, Tanyue, this is the medicine pool where Xu Xiake used to treat rubella and solid diseases. Fumigation into the bone should have the effect of twice the result with half the effort, but my junior brother has not seen improvement for a long time..."

Abbot Hongbian's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his eyes were also bloodshot from the medicine smoke, but his expression was still calm and serene, and his posture was not disturbed by foreign objects. After much deliberation, I hope that the two of you can help each other."

Jiang Wen suddenly looked at the old monk, he was indeed an old Jiang Hu, he must have guessed from the fact that he asked for medicine for Luo Shuang'er that he needed to seek medical advice and cure chronic illnesses, so he took advantage of the opportunity to show this medicine room, like This seemingly inadvertent mention is the most attractive return to yourself!
Dealing with temples can not be inferred by common sense. This time, on the surface, he helped the old monk to save people, but in fact it turned into the old monk helping Luo Shuang'er to cure his illness. All of a sudden, I couldn't say anything about borrowing Xu Xiake's manuscript...

Jiang Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this time, and he didn't know why the old monk in front of him was so resistant to contacting Xu Xiake's posthumous manuscript, but at this time it was indeed Luo Shuang'er's matter that mattered, so he had no choice but to put his aside in advance and nodded firmly.

"Abbot Hongbian, Master Anren's injury, I will make a plan after I investigate the meridians, but there is one thing, I'm sorry I have been puzzled."

Jiang Wen put his mind at ease, grabbed An Ren's arm to feel his pulse, and asked some unimportant things, "Since the two masters are from the same school, I think this master An Ren's martial arts can also be a first-class master in the world. Why do you know nothing about this, Abbot?"

Abbot Hongbian squinted his eyes, and slowly looked at the short and thin monk who was soaking in the medicine pond. He opened his mouth with a slowly resounding Buddha's chant.

"Amitabha. The two Tanyues, the younger brother An Ren practiced martial arts. In fact, it is a helpless thing. This is also a regret that the family has no Zen master, and it is difficult to get rid of before death..."

Abbot Hongbian told the two of them with regret that his younger brother An Renseng was actually far more advanced in Buddhism than himself, and he should have been the abbot of Xitan Temple.

When Zen Master Hongbian was still studying Buddhist scriptures, Seng Anren realized the Four Chans and Eight Concentrations early on without a teacher, and advanced to the state of no image and no thought without confusion, which has never been seen in a hundred years. Zen Master Benwu had high hopes at first, thinking that An Renshang would be able to transcend the Four Dhyana Houses and the Realm of Form soon if he continued to work hard. He would break the spokes of the Three Realms, stay away from all evil karma, and achieve the Arhatship.

But the world is impermanent, and no one thought that the long-awaited monk An Ren would find his master Benwu Zen master late one night, and when he told his master that he had comprehended the "Avatamsaka Sutra" like chaff, an uncontrollable thought came to his mind. There are no wrong views such as the view of cause and effect and the view of common judgment.

Zen Master Benwu hurriedly asked how he knew wrong views.

An Ren said honestly that in his dream, he heard that someone was at the Bodhi Dojo, giving a dharma performance and teaching the sixth grade of the "Avatamsaka Sutra".

At that time, Zen Master Benwu was alarmed. Holding the Dharma pestle in his hand, he asked, "Have you seen the Buddha yet? Is the Buddha holding the flower in his left hand? Is it in his right hand?"

There are often monks who read the Buddhist scriptures and go to the bottom of their horns. There are no Zen masters who are profound in Buddhism. Naturally, they have no experience in coping with it. In any case, I couldn't figure out why the other party would fall into such superficial delusions.

There are 360 ​​kinds of wrong views in the world. The view of no cause and effect mentioned by An Ren means that there is no merit in doing good deeds, and there is no fault in doing evil karma. , It is a lie that there is heaven above and hell below.

This kind of wrong view called no cause and effect is a particularly terrible misguided path. If the view is not correct, then studying Buddhism becomes a method of hugging the Buddha's feet for comfort, and it is absolutely impossible to go deep into the samadhi of Buddhism.

Commonly seen is divided into common and often seen.It is common to think that God and I are always there, Dazizaitian and Omniscient are the creators of the world, and God and Allah can create everything. These views are common, and they are acknowledging the Creator’s usual evil ways and judgments; and thinking that all dharmas are natural and natural. The non-existence of life, past life and future life, karma is not false, and liberated life and death, etc., belong to the judgment of denying cause and effect because of unwillingness to create evil karma.

According to the Buddhist "Four Parts Law", even if a momentary wrong view arises, all precepts will be destroyed, and it can no longer be included in the group of Buddhists or monks. In the former Song Dynasty, some Buddhist disciples even committed suicide because of this. Ya, there was no Zen master who was afraid that Anren would be overwhelmed, so he "seeed" to enlighten.

Zen Buddhism uses "left and right" to explain the situation of "view" in order to tell the disciples not to be attached to the view. The Buddha holds the flower neither in the left hand nor in the right hand, so there is no distinction between left and right. Once there is a distinction, the heart will stagnate in attachment. The wrong views and correct views are all delusions.

Master Wu used this situation to deal with Ji Feng, but in fact it was to guide the students. However, Monk An Ren smiled wryly after listening to it, and told the master that he knew in his mind that he knew that he had wrong views, but he didn't think it was wrong views, it seemed to be his own. The seeds of evil views hidden in the continuum are being slowly nourished by the fire of wisdom, and I am afraid that they will never be able to get rid of them...

"Abbot Hongbian, so the Venerable Master An Ren became obsessed after studying Buddhism? I wonder how old Master An Ren was at that time?"

Jiang Wen asked aloud, and felt a little inconceivable that he could read the "Avatamsaka Sutra" like crazy.

According to the classic records, it was said after the Buddha experienced six years of asceticism, he walked to the Vajra Seat under the Pippala tree and sat in lotus posture. He saw the star at night and realized it. After he was liberated and enlightened, he said it. Unexpectedly, the righteous Dharma initiated by the Bodhisattva can be reversed?

Abbot Hongbian closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then replied, "About twelve or thirteen years old."

Jiang Wen gasped.

Master Anren is worthy of being a once-in-a-hundred-year Buddhist genius who can reach the state of blueness and blueness in his teens. This is the first-class seed of Su Hui in the Zen sect that pays attention to understanding the mind and seeing the nature.

It's just that this age is a good time for the second year of middle school. Once you get sick, you can't be fooled. Being able to speak well is considered good deeds. Anyway, Jiang Wen himself was at that age, practicing Tianma Meteor Fist hard every day, and he believed in himself In the next second, you can comprehend the seventh sense burning small universe or something...

"Abbot Hongbian, this body disease is easy to cure, but the heart disease is difficult to cure. Since Master An Ren has had demons in his heart for decades, I may not be able to solve it."

Jiang Wen said the scandal to the front, for fear that the old monk in front of him would also blame him for the treatment of the second disease of the old age-in that case, besides taking out the "Life Rebirth props" for the other party, In theory there is no other way.

"Naturally don't bother Danyue with this matter..."

Abbot Hongbian stood by the pool with a wonderful expression on his face. He always felt that Jiang Wen was very familiar with the unbelievable mental illness of his younger brother—you must know that his master was helpless back then, so he could only let Seng An Ren practice the secret Zen of Tiantai Sect. Kungfu learning "Cold Mountain Neigong", hoping to take this opportunity to break through the magic barrier, but unfortunately, until the old monk passed away, there was no good news.

The medicine mist in the stone room obscured the sight, and the three people standing beside the medicine pool were all silent, only the monk An Ren in the medicine pool sighed lowly, and slowly raised his head, a little pained by the past.

On that pale and weathered face, there is no trace of the appearance of a Buddhist genius at the time, just like an ascetic monk who has lived in the deep mountains for a long time, his every move is accompanied by the unique desolation of ancient trees and cold rocks. until the end of time.

Jiang Wen stepped forward slowly, and introduced a nine-yang internal force into it. He only felt that An Ren's sea of ​​qi in his dantian, which was on the verge of being broken, and the eight extraordinary meridians were slowly being repaired. "Cold Mountain Internal Strength" is indeed unique. In the warm water pool, medicines such as bezoar, polygala, angelica, chuanxiong, salvia, peach kernel, safflower, sealwort, etc. are also continuously releasing their medicinal properties, helping the monk benefit blood and soothe the nerves, refresh the mind, and maintain the clarity of his spiritual platform. off.

While doing his best, Jiang Wen thought about the efficacy of this therapy. He already had a prescription for treating internal energy insanity, but he didn't expect that he could use this tiger-wolf method to urge internal supplements to break through the shackles. If he could reconcile the medicinal properties and dosage, The damage to Luo Shuang'er's eight extraordinary meridians is not a problem at all, and it is not impossible to improve her internal strength to a higher level.

It seems that this Xitan Temple, I really can't leave for a while.

"Abbot Hongbian, the Pingxi Palace is watching fiercely at this moment. Even if we repel it once, we will always make a comeback. I wonder what the abbot's plan is?"

Abbot Hongbian twirled his rosary, and slowly replied: "My junior brother, Venerable Anren, two old monks are standing in front of the chariot, in order to protect the hard work left by the master, and to save some strength for this Tiannan Buddhist vein. If you fail, you can only protect the law with your body."

Jiang Wen heard something was wrong, and quickly asked further.

"Abbot, from what you mean, did you find out the latest news?"

Abbot Hongbian slowly nodded and said: "I heard that the masters under the Pingxi Palace were disgraced because of this, and they are planning to gather more people to come. Even though Tanyue is strong in martial arts, he is no match for four hands. The old monk has to do the last thing. Bad plan."

Jiang Wen was silent for a moment, and understood that a temple like Xitan Temple was targeted by the Pingxi Palace and lost the protection of the Lijiang Mu Family. Basically, there was no chance of surviving the disaster. Even if Jiang Wen wanted to help, he might not be able to stop it. Harassment and siege from all directions, if you really want to break the situation, you have to do extraordinary things at extraordinary times.

"Abbot Hongbian, since you already have the will to die, you might as well listen to what Jiang said, there may not be another turning point."

Jiang Wen seemed to have a plan in his chest, raised his eyes slightly to look at the old monk, and slowly raised a finger.

"Abbot, why don't you order the monks to open the mountain gate and entertain the pilgrims to quench your thirst. If you make such an unexpected move, even if the people from Pingxi Palace come, they will hesitate for a while."

Chan Master Hongbian shook his head and smiled wryly, "This method is just drinking poison to quench thirst. The pilgrims know that King Pingxi is eyeing Xitan Temple, so they may not dare to come here."

Jiang Wen smiled and continued: "Doing this alone is naturally drinking poison to quench your thirst, but if you add my second plan, you will be [-]% sure."

Zen Master Hongbian stared at Jiang Wen without knowing why, put his hands together and asked for advice: "I hope Tan Yue will explain it in detail."

Jiang Wen said mysteriously.

"It's not too troublesome to do it. The abbot only needs to type out another horizontal sentence, and write the eight characters of 'Dali secret biography, Tianlong arsenal' on it, and then the big thing will be accomplished..."

(End of this chapter)