Museum of Demons

Under Tiantai Mountain, the reporters waiting here, as well as some bystanders, didn't notice this simple monk at all. Some played with their mobile phones, some tapped the keyboard, and revised the manuscript.

In just one day, because of the attractiveness of Buddhist theory, too many monks have already come.

Some are handsome and elegant, with spotless white clothes; some are dignified and upright, who look like a real master at a glance, who seem to be so dusty and ordinary, this is the first time they have seen each other, so they just take a look, and they are not interested .

When Yuanjue turned his monk's robe over and put it on, he discovered that there was a piece of dirt on the monk's robe, which may be a mark from laying bricks on the construction site.

Looking around, there is no place to sell water here, let alone any rivers.

Seeing a reporter with a half bottle of mineral water in hand, Yuanjue's eyes lighted up slightly, and he leaned forward.

Dai Yingwei frowned, thinking about revising today's manuscript.

Suddenly his eyes went dark, he raised his head and saw a tall monk in front of him, many monks came here recently.

Dai Yingwei only regarded the monk in front of him as the same.

It's just that when he went to the temple before, he was maliciously sold things, and he didn't have a good impression of the monk, so he just maintained his politeness and said politely: Master, what's the matter? He made up his mind. Don't answer anything, just say something about peace and joy, and I'll turn around and leave.

Yuanjue clasped his hands together and said: The poor monk wants to borrow some water from the benefactor.

Sorry, no...

Dai Yingwei opened his mouth subconsciously, and then realized that what the monk said seemed to be for water, the voice paused, and seeing Yuanjue's embarrassing and regretful face, turning his head to leave, he reached out to stop him, and said, You want water?

The monk nodded and said, The poor monk's clothes are somewhat dirty.

Today is a big deal.

There is no river around, so I have to disturb.

Dai Yingwei noticed that the hem of the monk's clothes was somewhat dirty.

nodded.

This monk must be very poor.

Among the monks who also came here to join in the fun, many clothes look plain, but they are actually very expensive. A string of Buddhist beads are all made of small purple leaf sandalwood carts, and they are very expensive. Compared with those eminent monks, this simple monk looks It looks a lot weirder.

Dai Yingwei passed the water over, and said in a much better tone, Here you are.

Yuanjue thanked him, and handed over a clean one-yuan bill.

Dai Yingwei waved his hand, but saw that the monk put down the money and ran to the side, soaked the monk's robe with water, and then scrubbed it vigorously. bother.

And the other monks are doing their own thing, no one intends to get close to this poor monk.

Yuanjue managed to wipe off the oil stains with great difficulty, and the monk robe looked old again.

Dai Yingwei glanced at him and called out, Master?

After shouting several times in a row, Yuanjue realized that it was calling himself, and raised his head.

Dai Yingwei patted the boxed lunch on the table, and said, We have too much here, master, would you like some? He saw that the monk was different from other monks, but looked a little weird, and he was amused again, I found it interesting again, and a colleague happened to go back temporarily, so he had an extra prepared box lunch, so he simply invited him to eat.

Yuanjue hesitated for a while, looked at Tiantai School, and then at the lunch box.

It seems to be comparing the importance of two things.

Finally came over and said: How much is it, the poor monk will buy one.

Dai Yingwei laughed, and said: Stir-fried shredded potatoes, cauliflower and shiitake mushrooms, rice, braised eggplant, all vegetarian dishes, ten yuan. Yuanjue nodded, took out a handful of banknotes and passed them over, Dai Yingwei said: Don't have a mobile phone? Transfer money.

Yuanjue said disappointedly: I was angry and took a picture of my phone before, but it turned out to be a bit difficult to use.

Dai Yingwei was stunned.

He squatted on the ground, unambiguous, eating well.

The monks over there also started to eat. They ate vegetarian dishes, but they were very fragrant.

Dai Yingwei took two mouthfuls of rice and said with emotion: We can only eat this. Look at those masters. They all eat meals made by special vegetarian restaurants. They can make elbows with flour, eggplant and mushrooms. Finally It is an exaggeration, this plain elbow is several times more expensive than the real one, what is the reason for this?

Is that still keeping the precepts?

Yuanjue paused, and replied:

Not eating unclean meat is to make Buddhist disciples not kill for their appetites.

Later, the monks were directly not allowed to eat meat, which was fine. Doing so was indeed in line with the precept of not killing. However, the essence of the precepts is to guide people to the right path and concentrate on finding their own original heart and nature. Human energy, It can also be said that concentration is limited.”

If you spend your mind on luxury and enjoyment, how much more can you spend on cultivation?

It seems to satisfy the precepts, but in fact it runs counter to the purpose of the precepts.

Did you break the precept? No, but did you keep the precept? Never.

No problem, just can't count the family.

Dai Yingwei was stunned.

Yuanjue just ate with big mouthfuls.

The reporter thought for a while before saying, Master, what you said makes sense.

But you must not let the masters over there hear it, they probably won't like it.

Yuanjue looked at the young monk who was wearing a white robe of good material and a string of round Buddhist beads in his hand. The monks over there noticed the tall monk squatting there like a geotechnical worker, and they were slightly startled. A sense of superiority emerged, and he looked away.

Yuanjue withdrew his gaze, nodded, lowered his head, and pulled the fried shredded potatoes again. Dai Yingwei saw that his face was serious, and he just took it as the monk's feeling bad, sighed, and didn't say anything more.

But Yuanjue began to think, how is the food at the owner's house?

Of course, if he himself was not seriously injured, he would not bother his friends.

It's just that now there is finally a way out.

So it's more comfortable to go.

Dai Yingwei ate until he had no taste in his mouth. He noticed that Yuanjue was carrying a large package on his back. He was a little curious and asked, What is this? Yuanjue said, It's something passed down from the teacher. Faintly heard a few monks muttering secretly.

Probably the monk who pretended to be a monk came.

If you have a certificate or not, just come here to pretend to be a monk.

There was a hint of displeasure in the reporter's eyes, and he was about to speak to comfort the monk he just met, when he saw him picking up a grain of rice and putting it in his mouth, the lunch box was already empty, and even the last bit of vegetable soup, the monk couldn't help it. Stir it with rice that is a little sticky and hard because it is cold, and it is not put down.

Yuanjue put down the lunch box and thanked him.

Dai Yingwei subconsciously said, Have you eaten yet?

Then I complained from the bottom of my heart, compared with the other side, where is this kind of food better?

It's really a passive skill in Shenzhou. When you say hello, you just ask if you have eaten. It's different when you meet in Wudu, because you look up at the starry sky, and the first thing they say when they meet is to complain about the weather there.

A smile appeared on the great monk's face, and said, Very good.

Dai Yingwei felt that this was a polite remark.

But the satisfaction in the monk's eyes made him feel that the monk was really satisfied with the meal and thanked him very much. The water bottle was crushed and stuffed into the pocket inside the sleeve.

A few monks over there laughed.

Dai Yingwei felt a little ashamed.

But on the contrary, the big monk had a frank face.

Dai Yingwei felt ashamed and said, I haven't asked yet, which temple does the master belong to?

Yuanjue clasped his hands together and bowed eleven, and replied:

Consciousness-only sect, Yuanjue.

There was silence all around.

………………

In the dead silence, the monk took out the nine-ringed tin rod from behind, stood in front of Tiantai Mountain, and lightly tapped the tin staff in his hand on the ground.

Hui Kong was also disappointed because he came here this morning and found that the Patriarch had already left.

Suddenly noticed that the Buddhist bell in the temple suddenly rang.

The majestic and majestic Buddha bell resounded through the entire mountain, and the clouds were mighty.

The monk who had just borrowed water from others to wash his robes with ease stretched his brows, put one hand on his chest, and said slowly: Weizhizong, Yuanjue.

Come to discuss the law.

Dai Yingwei was stunned and finally came to his senses.

Stuttering: Weizhizong...

The eyes of the people around were focused on this simple monk, their pupils shrank, and all beings were in various states. On the other side of Tiantai Mountain, some monks of the Tiantai Sect came out. Because the Patriarch went down the mountain last night, they were a little depressed in their hearts. The Tiantai Sect still maintains the precipice. state.

Over there, an old monk of the old age said slowly: The sea of ​​bitterness has no limit.

Yuanjue narrowed his eyes and said slowly, Bitter Sea?

The world is under the poor monk's feet, and the sea of ​​suffering is in front of him. Are you treating yourself as a spiritual mountain?

Only the same monks can perceive and taste such subtle thoughts.

Yuan Jue broke the words straight away.

The expressions of the monks on Tiantai Mountain changed slightly.

Yuanjue raised his eyes, looked at the many 'disciples of Bo Xun' wearing monk robes, and said:

A master of Zen Buddhism said that if the mountain cannot be overcome, I will pass.

Actually, this sentence can also be said like this.

The monk stepped forward.

Muscles twitched, and the nine-ringed tin staff was thrown down directly.

Everyone is still a little puzzled.

I saw that nine-ringed tin staff turned into a golden rainbow, fell heavily to the ground, and then turned into a human figure, raised his hand to press the mountain where the Taitai Temple was located, burst into a loud cry, a little golden light burst out between his eyebrows, and his body was gilded Jin, accompanied by the faint neighing of the dragon elephant, and a golden figure flashed behind Yuanjue, with a calm and peaceful expression.

Putting his hands together, he narrowed his eyes and said:

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed as such.

Then the earth trembled.

Accompanied by the Diamond Sutra, the figure transformed by the nine-ringed tin rod will be pushed back by the mountain that was removed by mana.

Everyone's heart trembled.

The monks on this bank chanted scriptures with their eyes downcast, and the warriors on the other bank came here carrying the mountains.

then,

The dharma body transformed by the nine-ringed tin rod can directly lift an entire mountain!

The mountain, and the temple on it, were restored to their original positions amidst the rumbling sound. Yuanjue's eyes were calm, and he said in a deep voice, The mountain can come here and save all living beings. Why do we set up a portal? This is the world. , if the human world is a sea of ​​suffering, isn’t the temple also in the sea of ​​suffering?”

How ridiculous is it to call the cliff between the world and the temple a sea of ​​bitterness?

This place is also human.

Why is it called the Sea of ​​Bitterness?!

The nine-ring tin rod flew into his hand.

The monk stepped into Tiantai Mountain step by step.

The poor monk Yuanjue came here today to discuss the Dharma.

Wait, let's re-enter the world!

PS: Today’s first update………Thanks to Y0 book leader, thank you~

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