The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 171

Just when the two were at a loss, the door was opened. The person who opened the door was a young monk, probably only in his early twenties. Seeing the two of them standing outside the door, he asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Yang Fan hurried over and said, "Well, brother monk, we want to stay for one night, do you think it's okay?"

When the monk heard the word "Brother Monk", he was obviously a little unhappy, but he still nodded and said, "That's all right, wait a minute, I'll ask the abbot."

The young monk ran in, and Yang Fan wanted to step over the threshold, but Lin Qiang grabbed him and said, "Brother Fan, they haven't told you whether to let you live yet, why did you go in without their consent? Ah, why did you call him Brother Monk just now? It sounds awkward to me."

"What should it be called?"

"Master, you don't understand this?" Lin Qiang looked at Yang Fan in surprise.

Yang Fan waved his hand: "Hey, what's your name?"

Lin Qiang curled his lips and shook his head, "That's impossible, don't you understand? This is respect for others. You call him a monk, but you don't respect him, you know? Remember to call him master later, don't care about his age, he is a man She's a girl, so she's definitely right to be called Master."

Yang Fan nodded: "Okay, listen to you."

When I was young, the young monk ran back, clasped his hands together and said, "Master said you can come in now, come with me."

The monk led the two of them into the temple, closed the door, pointed to one side and said, "Let's go, this way."

Lin Qiang clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Master." Yang Fan saw him say this, and learned to put his palms together and said this sentence. The young monk glanced at Yang Fan and laughed.

Along the way, Yang Fan and Lin Qiang were looking forward to each other, looking at that hall for a while, and that hall for a while.

This is the first time for Yang Fan to enter the monastery. He has no religious beliefs and is not very interested in the monastery. But the first time he entered here, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Looking at the halls everywhere, and the statues of Buddha , He felt extremely clear in his mind, as if his body and mind had been released.

After a while, the young monk took them into the guest room. There were two monks sitting in the guest room. Seeing them coming in, they slowly stood up from their seats.

Before Lin Qiang went in, he told Yang Fan that he should put his hands together when he saw a monk, which is respect.

As soon as he entered the guest room, Yang Fan put his palms together and said to the two monks, "Hello." Lin Qiang squinted at him, and said with palms together: "Hello, two masters."

The monk put his palms together with a smile on his face and said, "Amitabha, what are you two doing here?"

Yang Fan said: "It's a long story, we just want to stay overnight, I wonder if it's okay?"

The monk nodded: "Yes, yes."

A young monk took the two of them to a room dedicated to receiving visitors, which was neat and clean.

Between the two single beds is a bedside table with an alarm clock on it.

The room is very simple, similar to the standard room in a hotel, except that there is no TV, but there is air conditioning.

When the two of them were lying on the bed, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Qiang was sleepy and tired, and fell asleep not long after lying down.

Yang Fan was bored, so he walked out of the house, and he wandered to the "Main Hall of Great Heroes". As soon as he entered, he saw three super-large Buddha statues enshrined in the middle of the hall.

The one in the middle is Sakyamuni Buddha, the founder of Buddhism, and on both sides are Venerable Ananda and Venerable Kassapa. Of course, Yang Fan doesn’t know him. He only knows that the one in the middle should be Tathagata Buddha, but it can’t be like this call.

Looking up at the tall Buddha statue, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He felt extremely sad, and he put his hands together involuntarily, and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue.

There was no one else in the hall except him.

He knelt in front of the Buddha statue, lowered his head and suddenly felt extremely depressed, and tears fell involuntarily.

Why is this happening?

Yang Fan asked himself puzzled, he raised his head and looked into the eyes of the Buddha statue, compassion, what he saw was compassion.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Buddha, what should I do? Please help me, please."

He bowed and bowed, his eyes were red from crying, and when he looked up again, he still saw the compassionate eyes of the Buddha.

"Buddha, why don't you respond to me? I really don't know what to do, I can only beg you, you have to help me!"

"Seeking Buddha is worse than asking yourself."

Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind him, Yang Fan turned his head abruptly, it was a monk wearing cassock.

"Young man, what difficulties have you encountered? Come here to pray to the Buddha?" the monk asked with a smile.

Yang Fan stood up, folded his hands respectfully and said: "Master, I don't know what to call you, I am really distressed, please help me."

The monk held the beads in his hand and pushed them one by one. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed at the Buddha statue, and asked calmly, "What did you see?"

Yang Fan turned his head in confusion, looked in the direction his hand pointed, and said, "Buddha statue."

The monk asked, "Then what do you think Buddha statues can do for you?"

Yang Fan was puzzled and said: "Isn't the Buddha omnipotent? The Buddha statue can't help me, can the Buddha not help?"

The monk shook his head: "You misunderstood, the Buddha is not omnipotent."

"What? Then why are there so many people praying to Buddha?"

The monk smiled and said: "People in the world don't know cause and effect, and don't believe in cause and effect. They always think that the Buddha can do everything for them. It is ridiculous to burn a few sticks of incense in the temple and let the Buddha help them realize their wishes. Everything is created by the mind. You I went to the monastery to seek safety, but when I left the monastery, I was still beating and killing, so would it be safe?"

Yang Fan was a little confused, scratched his head and said, "You mean the Buddha can't help those who beg him at all?"

The monk shook his head: "My Buddha is merciful and saves all sentient beings. He will not leave any sentient beings behind."

Yang Fan was confused again: "But, you said that the Buddha is not omnipotent, but why doesn't he let go?"

The monk smiled: "If everyone does what the Buddha taught and learns what the Buddha did, what else can we ask him for?"

Yang Fan didn't understand what he said, he just wanted to get rid of his troubles.

The monk saw his thoughts and said with a smile: "Young man, what do you think is true and what is false in this world?"

When Yang Fan heard what he said, it happened to be in his heart, and he quickly said: "The reality must be true, and the dream must be false."

The monk shook his head and said, "Is it true? Do dreams have to be false? Reality must be true?"

Yang Fan looked puzzled, thought for a while and said, "Master, you are so confusing to me, what's going on?"

The monk folded his hands together, bowed to the Buddha statue, turned around and walked out of the main hall. Seeing him go out, Yang Fan hurriedly chased him out, stopped him and asked, "Master, you haven't said anything yet, what is true and what is true?" Fake?"

The monk said with a smile: "All appearances are false."

Yang Fan was startled immediately, and stood on the spot thoughtfully, staring straight at the Buddha statue in the hall.

The Buddha's compassionate eyes kept watching him, and he seemed to feel that the Buddha statue was smiling at him just now, although it was only an illusion for a second.

When he came back to his senses, the monks had already gone a long way, and Yang Fan shouted to him: "Master, how should I choose?"

The monk stopped in his tracks, turned his head and put his palms together and said: "Surrender your desires, defeat your greed, and eliminate your ignorance. Remember: dreams and bubbles are not to be pursued."

After speaking, the monk smiled and left.

"Fantasy bubbles, can't be pursued? Dream bubbles? Dreams?" Yang Fan muttered to himself, and suddenly, he smiled happily.

Yang Fan clasped his hands, watched him go away with a smile, then turned his head, looked at the Buddha statue, and knelt gently again, this time, he knelt on the ground outside the hall.

"I know what to do, thank you Buddha for blessing."

After finishing speaking, he bent down and bowed three times.

The book is over.

(End of this chapter)