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Chapter 207
Guanzhu Qingxuan was not wrong, Chong'an Temple is indeed a small temple in the mountains.It is located in the territory of Chong'an City. There are many mountains in the area, but the mountains are not high or dangerous, even if they are not famous peaks, they are not big mountains.And this Chong'an Temple lives in it, there are no famous monks and no masters, so this Taoist place is really ordinary.

The incense in this temple is not at its peak, and dozens of monks are struggling to survive in the temple, but that's just what I mean.

But in the past few days, the life of the monks has been much better, but there is a big person staying in the temple to worship the Buddha.Therefore, in addition to a little more rules in the weekdays, the sesame oil money is ten, so all the monks are very welcome.

The old host gave a lecture on Buddhism to the distinguished guest, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes slightly closed, listening carefully to the sound of the Buddha.

The old monk's Dharma was far from profound, so he talked about it for about half an hour. His mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, but his mind was empty.

As a result, the visitor also opened his eyes. After thanking him and saluting, he asked the old host to take a walk in the mountains with him.

Among the mountains and forests, the birds are constantly singing; the winding path behind the temple leads to a secluded place, which is another world.

The old abbot sighed, and finally said: "The almsgiver went to Beijing more than ten years ago, so he came to my temple to worship the Buddha and listen to Zen. At that time, the monk, I was still able to pass on the Buddha's Dharma and continue the Buddha's wisdom. But after many years, The almsgiver returned from Beijing with a reputation like the scorching sun, and his vision is different from the past, and now I have no Buddha to talk about, and I can’t pass it on.”

"The almsgiver has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. If you want to experience more profound Buddhism, you should go to one of the eight Buddhist temples to worship the Buddha. Tiantai Temple is in the nearby prefecture. Why not visit it? Among my small rural temples, there are some. It's useless."

This old monk is really sincere, which host doesn't want to think that his own Buddhist temple is prosperous, but he said such heartfelt words, isn't he exposing himself?

The distinguished guest slightly stroked his long beard with his right hand, his left hand behind his back, his eyes lingered on the surrounding green scenery, as if he didn't hear what the old host said, but rather sighed, "When I came, the host was not so old. Now there is a return day. As expected, things are different, and how many years have passed on the face of the host, and I also have gray hair that cannot be concealed. But the beautiful scenery behind this temple has never changed."

"Amitabha." The old abbot held his rosary, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. They are like dew and electricity, so you should contemplate them in this way."

"Why?"

"A moment of birth and death, you can't stop thinking about yourself!" The old host stepped forward and touched the dewdrops on a leaf, and the waterdrops immediately shattered, like a dream.

"Everything in the world is caused by chance, and it is all illusory and temporary, so it is like a dream bubble, this kind of illusory ignorance."

"If you seek to be free and sincere, you don't need to be attached to what you see in front of you. Only in this way will you have three thousand troubles."

"The Buddhist discussion presided over can be compared to the eminent monks of the White Horse Temple in Beijing."

"...This is not what I realized, but someone pointed it out." The old host reported on the face, a little embarrassed. If he had realized this kind of Buddhism himself, he would not have lived in this small mountain temple. .

"As the host saw, everything is empty, so what about the years? The white horse passes by, and I don't realize that my head is covered with hoarfrost, and the years are gone. Is this also empty?"

"That person once said: Everything is empty. The so-called time is just the flow of delusion."

"But birth, old age, sickness and death are not common in the world?" The honored guest showed doubts, shook his head and said, "According to what the host said, there may be people who have never been touched by time?"

"Maybe." The old abbot showed confusion on his face, his Buddhism has not yet reached this level.

"Then for ordinary people like me, time is empty, so how can we explain it?"

"Twelve dependent origins, flow with karma."

The distinguished guest was silent, he stayed for a long time, and then said again: "When I was young, before I went to fame, I wanted to go to Tiantai Temple with all my friends to worship the Buddha."

Talking about the past, his eyes blurred, "But the road was blocked by heavy rain, so I took refuge in your monastery for a rest; when the rain cleared, the road was muddy and difficult to walk, so I had to stay for a day or two."

"At that time, I was greedy for beautiful scenery, and I once entered the back mountain of your temple privately."

Twirling a leaf, the honored guest smiled calmly and said, "I just saw a little monk chasing butterflies among the flowers in the beautiful scenery of this winding path. I thought I was older, so I taught him not to read Buddhist scriptures carefully, but in Playing here. But the little monk laughed at me as an idiot, and said to me: Am I not understanding Buddhism?"

"Host, playing around, picking flowers and chasing butterflies is also considered to understand Buddhism?"

The old host was really dumb and didn't know what to do. From what he saw, it was naturally not true.

But it must not be so simple for the distinguished guest to say it deliberately.

As the words of the distinguished guests extended one by one, it seemed that a scroll of flowers was unfurled in the forest behind the temple.

The young scholar asked the little monk, "Why are you playing and playing around, and don't go to sing and pay homage to the Buddha with the monks in the temple?"

The little monk stretched out his hand to catch a white butterfly, but the white butterfly suddenly fluttered its feathers and flew around, causing the little monk to jump left and right to chase.

Because he was out of breath, the young monk had time to look at the scholar and said, "I am comprehending the Dharma."

"Nonsense, you obviously sneaked out to play."

"Then what do you think is an exploration of Buddhism?" The young monk asked eloquently, "Chanting scriptures, chanting Buddha, morning bells and evening drums, is this considered?"

"Where is Lingshan? It's not in the west, but in the square inch. Where is the square inch? It's not in the north, south, east, west, but in my heart." Although the young monk was young, his words were full of momentum.Such words, Dao Lingshan, Dao Xitian, and immediately enlightened Buddha with their own body, such a boldness is really rare.

"I have a Buddha in my heart, so I let go of other things and only respect my heart; they don't have a Buddha in their hearts, so they chase the precepts and struggle to realize their thoughts." The little monk rolled his round eyes, smiled, and asked again, " Are you a Confucian scholar, and also a person who has read poetry and books? Let me ask you, what is the reason you have worked so hard to come to worship Buddha?"

"You don't worship the Buddha, but you want peace of mind. But if you donate your life's vision to the Buddhist temple with some sesame oil money, do you really feel at ease? The Buddha will bless you, can you get the title on the gold list?"

The scholar backed away again and again, opening his mouth not knowing how to respond, but the young monk with insightful eyes could see through his thoughts with a single word.

"I, I." The scholar's face turned red, and he held back his words, but finally he just replied:

"In the imperial examination this time, among the five eyes, I am very sure that I have four eyes! It's not like you said."

"If the benefactor is really sure, he won't be so flustered." The little monk smiled and shook his head, "Benefactor, you are in a good shape."

The scholar was sweating profusely, he took a step back suddenly, made a long salute, then turned his head and left.

But just after taking three or two steps, he suddenly stamped his feet and turned his head, seeing that the young monk was about to go deep into the forest, he hurriedly shouted: "I haven't asked the eminent monk's dharma name yet!"

"Meetings due to fate are all false and temporary." The little monk didn't turn his head, but stubbornly climbed up the thorny mountain road.

The scholar couldn't figure it out, so he simply shouted: "Just talk about the actual thing."

The little monk climbed to the high place at this time, looked back and shook his head with a smile, "Then let me tell you the truth, I have a good friend who has read poetry and books all his life, and his talent is rare in the world. For a splendid article, writing a pen can discuss major issues in the world. But I asked him a question, and his answer always made me unsatisfied. Whenever the benefactor has an answer in his heart, then we will meet again."

The scholar was young and energetic, so he mustered up his courage and shouted: "Please tell me."

The little monk stretched out his hands, facing the scholar and fell backwards. He fell out of his sight in an instant, but there was a word that echoed in the mountains and forests, and it lasted for a long time.

"How do scholars stand? How do they survive? Why do they read poetry and books?"

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The scorching sun rose high, and the dewdrops among the trees quickly dispersed. On the official road, there were still a group of disciples hurrying on their way.

If it was normal, no one would care about it. This kind of situation often happens on the official road, but this time it attracted the eyes of passers-by.

There is no other reason, it’s just that the dozens of people in this group are all fair-looking women.

The figure was slim and slim, with a long sword on their backs, and they rode away together on horseback.Even if you look at it horizontally or vertically, it is an extremely eye-catching and hard-to-see scene.

The pedestrians rode their horses and galloped until they reached this point, and finally had to stop and slow down.

There is a village nearby, so all the women rest here temporarily.

Such a rare scene naturally attracted the attention of the villagers, but after all, seeing the long sword, they dared not approach it.And there are two senior teachers sitting at the first place, both of them are solemn and silent, their faces are dignified, just sitting there, it is already a bit serious, and it makes others dare not look at it.

However, there was a man wearing a Taoist robe, staggering with a flagpole in his hand, with Lou on his back, and he came slowly with one foot and one foot.

He seemed to have traveled for a long time, looking around, only the place where many female disciples were located was shady, so he came here cheekily.

"Stop!" A female disciple stepped forward in a solemn voice, with the long sword half drawn in her hand as a warning.

"Xiaodao has no malicious intentions, no malicious intentions"

The old Taoist, who looked a bit embarrassed, waved his hands hastily, wiped his sweat helplessly and said with a wry smile, "It's just that the sun is really scorching hot, and the trail has been traveling for a long time. I hope I can take a corner of the shade to rest."

The female disciple couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "You are still called 'Xiao Dao' at your age?"

"Although I come from a Taoist school, I don't even know half of the Taoist secrets. I just know some ways of fortune-telling and word testing. It's just a small way."

The Taoist gave himself gold in his words, and asked with a shy face, "I don't know if it is possible."

The female disciple couldn't make a decision, so she instinctively went back to ask the two teachers for instructions.

The two masters raised their eyes, and immediately saw the cunning expression on this Taoist's face, and they were disliked at first sight.

I also saw him stroking his rat whiskers, his Taoist robe was messy, and his Taoist crown was crooked. He didn't look like a decent Taoist.

"I am a Buddhist, and you are a Taoist. It is better for each other not to interfere with each other."

The smile on the Taoist's face did not diminish, and he said in his mouth: "If the teacher speaks like this, then I should take the side even more."

Buddhism and Taoism in the world stand up to each other.Therefore, this old Taoist has this kind of theory.

There was a hint of provocation in these words, and the brows of the two mistresses raised their brows immediately, with a sense of authority descending upon them.

The Taoist immediately faltered, and said in a panic: "Xiao Dao is wrong, and I only need to occupy a small corner. How dare you occupy this half of the tree's shade?"

Seeing that the two had no intention of agreeing, the Taoist looked at the scorching sun and said bitterly: "Well, I don't want to take a corner of the shade for nothing."

"I can calculate a hexagram for the two masters for free, how about it?"

Daoists said that it would be the biggest joke in the world to calculate a hexagram for Buddhists, but the two masters felt a little uneasy in their hearts. After hearing this, they couldn't help hesitating, and said: " You can calculate it casually, and I will observe it casually, your hexagram image"

"My hexagram image must be among the top three in the world!" The Taoist was busy talking big words, and at the same time took out the flag and hung it on the pole, flying with the hot wind, which made all the female disciples smile. .

But the flag had two sides, and on one side was written six big characters - "Measuring fortune and calculating palmistry".

On the other side, it is impressively written: "Ancestral Secret Recipe Diedajiu"!
"It's funny that you are an old man, and you can also be a quack doctor?"

The old Taoist didn't care at all, he laughed and said: "I'm dissatisfied with the teacher, the three generations of my ancestors have opened medical clinics. However, my family has fallen, and in order to survive, I entered the Taoist school and expanded my other business life."

"Actually, bone setting massage is my specialty!"

After talking and joking, the old Taoist corrected his color and asked: "What is the teacher's wife? Please tell me."

The two masters laughed, but their faces were dignified and serious, and they said after thinking: "Let's just let this go."

I saw the old Taoist stroking his beard with one hand, while pretending to walk around in front of the two teachers for two or three times, pinching the five fingers of his left hand again and again, and suddenly shouted: "You two teachers, why don't you buy a few bottles of Dieda wine?" ? You can use it sooner or later.”

"What do you say?"

The old Taoist gestured in front of the two masters, and said in a long voice: "I can see that the seals of the two masters are black, and there are evil spirits between their eyebrows. If you insist on going forward, there will be bloody disasters in the near future!"

"Zheng!"

The long sword was pointed out suddenly, the old Taoist retreated a few steps in a panic and narrowly escaped, but the first teacher gritted his teeth and said: "Old Taoist, did you give me face?"

The old Taoist's face was flushed red, and he groaned and said: "Faithful words are harsh, how can this old man talk nonsense!"

"I see you, an old man, will suffer a bloody disaster today!"

"Forget it if you don't believe me!" The old Taoist flicked his worn-out sleeves, groaned twice and spread out his hands, "Second teachers, you haven't paid yet!"

A female disciple shouted: "You old Taoist is so ridiculous, didn't you have something to say before, and borrowed a corner of the shade of a tree, so you can do fortune-telling for free?"

"Believe in free, don't believe in [-]!" The old Taoist immediately refused to let go, and shouted loudly, "Everyone, come and see. This group of Buddhist guys, fortune-telling is still on credit!"

"Eighty Wen, eighty Wen is not willing to give! This is his Buddhist style."

The villagers were surprised and gathered around to watch more and more. The two masters looked quite embarrassed and threw the money out of their arms, "Just keep it with you and buy a coffin!"

Being disturbed by this, the two teachers only felt that it was very unlucky, and they didn't have the mood to stay any longer, so they set off in a hurry.

Seeing that everyone was driven away by his anger, the old Taoist showed a happy smile on his face, and swayed forward to monopolize the shade, feeling very uncomfortable with joy.

(End of this chapter)