[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

The temple Fang Tianzhi devoted himself to this time is called Dongxin Temple.

This is an out-and-out hidden temple in the mountains.Tiansheng Mountain has a radius of tens of miles, except for the few Buddhist temples with gray tiles and white walls, there are only birds singing, cicadas singing, bamboo sea and white clouds.

Living in such a place, daily life is naturally very poor and boring.

Before Fang Tian was six years old, he had only met two people.One is his master Sanwei, and the other is his uncle Liumiao.

So here comes the question, does this French origin sound a bit bohemian? !

There is no other reason, from Sanwei, the master of the temple, down to Xuejing, the first-generation disciple Fang Jiaozhu, all the dharma names were given by Sanwei alone.And Liu Miao, Master Fang's uncle, was not Sanwei's master's disciple, he was almost the same as Fang Tianzhi, he was also taken in by Sanwei kindly, so he became a monk.

When Shishu Liumiao entered the temple, Master Fang was only a few months old, and could barely see Sanwei's appearance.

San Wei is already a very old monk, his whole body is stooped and thin, his eyebrows and beard are sparse, and he has a sad face all day long, and he doesn't know what he is worried about.That day when he went out and returned late, he brought back a young man.

When the golden sun was sinking, Fang Tianzhi was lying on the couch in the room, holding a small wooden fish in his hand, and saw two hazy silhouettes on the window paper of the meditation room.Sanwei was short and thin, which made the man extraordinarily tall and slender.The two just talked a few words at the door.

Sanwei asked: "Do you know who you are?"

The man was stunned and said: "Who am I?"

Sanwei asked, "Are you crazy?"

The man asked in a daze, "Am I crazy?"

Sanwei said: "Why are you following me?"

The man didn't speak for a while, and the silhouette on the window lowered his head slightly in bewilderment.

Sanwei coughed and sighed, "You go."

The man murmured, "Where should I go?"

Sanwei pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Are you going to be a monk?"

The man learned how to speak: "To be a monk?"

Sanwei said: "If you become a monk, you can naturally stay in the temple."

The man lowered his head and said, "Oh, let's do it."

Sanwei nodded and said: "My old monk's name is Sanwei, now you are my junior brother, you are called Liumiao." After finishing speaking, he pushed the door and entered, pointed at Fang Tianzhi, and said to the strange man: " This is your nephew Xue Jing."

The man was bathed in the setting sun, with long hair hanging down his back and blood stains all over his body. Hearing the sound, he cast a glance at Fang Tianzhi.

Master Fang can still remember this glance clearly to this day, it was really ruthless and ignorant, and it didn't match his extremely handsome face at all.After a glance, he lowered his head again and murmured: "Oh."

In this way, this strange man became Master Fang's uncle.

Although Master Uncle Liumiao was half-crazy and half-stupid, he was very kind and obedient. Sanwei taught him how to plant the land, sweep the sweep, how to chop firewood, and cook. On the old futon in the meditation room, he acted as an old salted fish. It wasn't until Fang Tianzhi grew up that he began to read and learn scriptures and listen to stories. Then he had something to do again.

In addition to his daily work, Shishu Liumiao just sat in the bamboo forest outside the Buddhist monastery in a daze.He is also in a daze for the sun and the moon, as if he is in a daze and has no interest in life, so he can also be called a salted fish.It was a coincidence that Fang Jiaozhu accidentally discovered that although Liu Miao could not remember the past and was a little dull, he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine and astrology, so he was recruited by him to be an instructor.

So the important thing to repeat:

The daily life in Dongxin Temple is extremely poor and boring.

Incense or something does not exist, and I will never see it in this life.Only by cultivating land and selling grain for salt and cloth can we maintain this kind of life.There is no prestige, and the two elders in the temple are also world-class experts who know a lot. Master Fang really likes this place!

...Help! ! !

Growing up to be so poor and boring until he was six years old, Fang Jiaozhu had to gradually accept his fate: the desolate situation of Dongxin Temple was really not allowing him to run away, and at least he would give Sanwei an old age and die, and make arrangements for his uncle Liumiao When it was done, he could leave with peace of mind.

Therefore, as an abnormally immature child, he never picked a leaf or caught a worm to play in the yard. Instead, he showed his innate supernatural power early on, and his amazing endowment was unforgettable. Apart from talking about the scriptures and Zen, he is working with Liumiao and sorting out the chores in the temple.And there was no normal person in this monastery, he was influenced by this day and night, he was very different from ordinary children, San Wei didn't think it was strange.

Fortunately, during these six years, Master Fang has not gained nothing.

Taking Sanwei as the reference object, after long-term observation and summary, imitation and improvement, and comparing the data changes of the experience bar, he found a remarkable conclusion:

The world painting style of Chu Liuxiang's legend is very clear and extraordinary, whether it is speech, manner, way of thinking or pretentious routines, it is very different from Yitian Tulongji.When Master Fang was ignorant and ignorant, he really spent a lot of thought to comprehend it, and now he is perfectly integrated into the style of painting. The strangeness in it is really understandable but unspeakable, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand!

It's time for lectures again.

The autumn light was just right, and Sanweituan was dozing off under the apricot tree.

Fang Tianzhi grabbed a futon and walked over to him without saying a word to disturb him, but just sat down quietly and quietly, waiting for him to wake up.Not long after, a black mosquito flew under the shade, circled around a few times, and landed on Sanwei's eyelid.If Sanwei felt it, she quickly waved her sleeve and flicked her face twice, after driving away the mosquitoes, she returned to her lazy look.

Fang Tianzhi saw that he was awake, and asked, "Master, what are you talking about today?"

Even though he asked this question, the two of them didn't have a single scripture beside them.

Not only that, the entire Dongxin Temple does not have a single Tibetan scripture.What Fang Tianzhi learned in the past three years was all dictated by Sanwei.He had studied the scriptures for decades in his previous life, and now, when he listens to Sanwei's lectures, he still feels a flash of inspiration from time to time.Based on this theory alone, this old monk with no shape can really be regarded as a generation of eminent monks with profound Buddhist teachings.

Just thinking like this, Sanwei suddenly asked: "Have I told you the truth for a long time?"

Fang Tianzhi didn't know why he asked this question, but he replied: "It's been about three years."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two fell into silence.

For a while, there were only the sounds of wind, leaves, and cicadas chirping in the courtyard.

San Wei closed her eyes and sat quietly for a long time, then slowly said: "Xue Jing, after today, I have nothing to teach you anymore. Because I have already told you everything I know."

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, and asked, "Master, what did you say?"

Sanwei Ruuo, who had never heard of it, continued, "Do you know what meditation is?"

Fang Tianzhi knew that he was solemn, so he said with a deep heart: "External separation is Zen, and internal chaos is concentration. External Zen and internal concentration are Zen concentration."

Sanwei asked again, "Do you know how to get meditation?"

After hearing this, Fang Tianzhi thought to himself, how could I not know?Have you read Buddhist scriptures in vain for so many years?It's just that I understand the truth, but I can't do it.

In this way, do I know how to attain meditation, or do I not know?

After thinking about it, he finally replied: "I know, but I don't know."

Sanwei nodded, and said: "I'm afraid you have memorized all the principles I taught you. This is the root cause that makes you know what meditation is, but also makes you not know." He suddenly opened his eyes, penetrating He cast his gaze, "Whenever you give up and forget all these principles, you will understand everything."

The poor monk also understands this truth!

Fang Tianzhi then asked again: "Then how can we give up and forget all these things?"

Sanwei said: "You need meditation."

……Um……

Boss, are you trying to say that if you want an egg, you need a chicken, and if you want a chicken, you need an egg?

Are you teasing the poor monk! ! !

Probably because Master Fang's expression was too confused, Sanwei looked at him for a while, and then burst out laughing.

Fang Tianzhi stared at him with black grape-like eyes, sighed for a while, and said in a childish voice: "Master, I don't understand."

Sanwei casually pointed to the outside of the courtyard and asked, "What do you think is that?"

Fang Jiaozhu looked around and saw a snow-white screen wall standing under the shade of apricots in the outer courtyard.

Then he turned around and answered, "It's the wall."

Sanwei nodded and smiled, "You should go and look at that wall every day, and then see what you see."

It turns out that the leader is going to face the wall?

Fang Tianzhi was imprisoned in the Bodhidharma Cave in Yitian Tulongji, and lived alone on the top of the mountain for decades. The opposite wall is already familiar with the road, and even benefited a lot from it.So he thought to himself, this is a very high-level daily routine, and it is not a loss if you do it.

Just about to agree, Sanwei said again: "Look at what that is?"

Fang Tianzhi came back to his senses and saw that his finger had barely moved, so he turned his head to look suspiciously.

There are no people living in the outer courtyard, and the courtyard is empty at present.Where Sanwei pointed, apart from the screen wall, there was only a tall apricot tree outside the white wall, and a few grain sacks stacked under the shade of the apricot.

He was hesitating, Sanwei then ordered: "Tomorrow at the end of the day, carry two sacks of grain and go down the mountain to exchange for some salt and oil. Your uncle has no salt to cook with."

……Alas? !

Fang Tianzhi ate a whale, turned around and asked, "Myself?"

Sanwei looked at him and said with a smile: "You are very talented, so don't be afraid of such a small matter. In the past, I was the one to go, and in the future, it will be you." While talking, she suddenly raised her old and thin hand, gently Gently stroked Tianzhi's head below.

This is extremely rare.

Compared with Kongming, Sanwei is more like an eminent monk.

Therefore, to Fang Tianzhi, he is also more alienated and distant.

"Xue Jing, you should also see the world outside the temple."

"When you go down the mountain, there will be a boat waiting for you by the lake."

Before Fang Tianzhi could reply, Sanwei put her hands into her sleeves again and dozed off half awake.

The author has something to say: from Encyclopedia, "The Sixth Patriarch's Altar Sutra: The fifth product of sitting meditation".