Heaven is fearless

What the old monk said is actually beautified. The facts are far worse than what the Brahma has seen. The obscene temples and wild temples are doing everything they can to deceive believers. When they hear the name of a Buddhist disciple, they rush to use it. Yes, some more courageous temples not only bluffed and deceived in the name of Buddha, but also created a "Buddha" who could not be seen.

The common people in the countryside didn't know who the Buddha was, and they believed it when someone told them. According to the survivors, the 91 people who raised fire and massacred on Suzaku Avenue all came to protest under the instructions of the Buddha.

When asked what kind of Buddhist disciples they were, they all said in unison that it was the Buddhist disciple who came out to travel from the authentic Buddhist sect, and he was named Brahma.

In the peaceful and prosperous age, such a tragedy happened, which shocked the whole capital. Even ordinary people who don't know the story of Buddhism know that there is a Buddhist son Brahmacharya who makes believers go to Zhuque Avenue to raise fire.

When the old monk heard this, his vision froze. Even if he had cultivated himself in sandalwood for decades, he almost fainted.

Buddhism has always paid attention to oneself and does not like to discuss right and wrong. The relationship between Pure Land Zen and other temples is also equal.

It drained a bit of the old monk's remorseful efforts.

"It's useless to regret the mistakes of the predecessors now." Contrary to the old monk's expectation, Fanxing didn't show any shock after hearing that someone was bluffing and cheating in his own name, and his reaction was too calm.

"I will set off for the capital tomorrow to settle this matter."

The monk in plain Zen robes stood under the golden ginkgo tree, with steady eyes, and a kind of dignified demeanor exuded from him, and even the plain-looking magic wand also had a majestic demeanor.

It was rare that the old monk couldn't keep up with this disciple's train of thought: "How are you going to settle this matter? This is not something that can be solved simply by pleading guilty. Not to mention that the reputation of the Buddhist sect has been ruined, you have been impersonated. What happened... If the government wants to strictly investigate and deal with Buddhism, the lives of more than 60 people may also be sent to you!"

This is true, if the imperial court intends to take this opportunity to clean up the Buddhist gate in one fell swoop, they must confirm the fact that the holy life, which is the benchmark of Buddhism, was splashed with sewage, so as to eradicate all the years of hard work of Buddhism in the name of eliminating Buddhist monks clean.

Brahman's fingertips held down the Buddhist bead, and said softly: "The lax control of people in the Buddhist school is the fault of Brahman. As an example for all the monks, I don't care about such evil things in the Buddhist school. The sound does not reach the countryside, so that there are many wild temples and forests, and innocent people are tortured to death, and they are guilty.”

The old monk suddenly lost his voice: "You...you want?"

Fanxing showed a pitiful and painful smile: "Since it is my sin, I should go and redeem it."

He bowed deeply to the old monk: "I hope that my departure will clear up the atmosphere of Buddhism, and then pass on the Sanskrit voice of the Tathagata to save all living beings."

The old monk's eyes widened: "Vatican?!"

The monk in white thought for a while, then took out a jade lotus flower from his sleeve, and put it beside the old monk: "If a young man named Yan Wujiu comes to look for it, the abbot can give him this jade. But there is nothing wrong with this body, I hope everything will be smooth for him in the future. If there is no such person, don't pay attention to look for it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at the old monk again, and said "Amitabha" softly, as he did when he came, without disturbing anyone, he left the road without making a sound.

A Zhigu monk hurried into the courtyard and shouted loudly: "Abbot! Someone just saw Master Fanxing come back—"

His voice was suddenly stuck in the middle of the road. The old monk, who was always kind and smiling, was standing by the courtyard wall, but the high courtyard wall could not block his sight. The courtyard wall, struggling to look out.

The Zhike monk followed the gaze of the old abbot all the way, and only saw the circling mountain road, such as weaving tourists, the fluttering prayer flags, and the curling sandalwood smoke that never disperses all day long.

Among the colorful pilgrims, there was a figure like a pure white lotus, with a dignified and unhurried demeanor, walking down alone against the pilgrims who were going up one after another, which made him blink for a while, but he did not hesitate Looking closely, there are still five colors of clothes crowded together, and the white figure seems to have become an illusion.

The Zhike monk looked at it for a while, and for some reason, there was a great sorrow in his heart, and the anxiety and confusion just now turned into an indescribable emptiness. A tear fell down the old face.

The Zhigu monk was horrified: "Abbot?!"

The old monk sighed softly, and tremblingly came down from the courtyard wall, his body seemed to have aged for a few years: "Amitabha, I can see the real Avalokitesvara today... This lotus is a god, and the Buddha can't bear to see it scattered in the mortal world... ..."

His incoherent words made the Zhike monk full of doubts, and he stood there in a daze, forgetting what he was going to say just now.

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There is only one county between Hejian and the capital, Brahmacharya does not rest day and night, and in the early morning of the third day, he arrives at the Xizhimen of the capital.

It's fate in the dark, a few years ago, he also entered through this Xizhimen, met Yan leaning on the railing, and found Yan Wujiu, he never thought that he would still enter through this place today.

He was thinking aimlessly in his mind, when other people saw this handsome monk, they all looked ugly, they exchanged winks, and they all stood a little further away from Brahma.

They didn't move much, but they couldn't hide when they landed here. It can be seen how much the incident of the Suzaku Avenue fire incident a few days ago brought a blow to the reputation of Buddhism.

The farmers who came from the morning market outside the city thought that they were sizing up and down Brahman without any trace, and whispered together quietly, with vigilant and worried expressions on their faces. They saw that this monk had an extraordinary appearance, and he had the dignified spirit of a monk. It doesn't look like a bad guy, but a bad guy doesn't know how to write a bad guy's big characters on his face. Who knows if the Buddha disciple Fanxing who coaxed people to light the fire also has such a harmless face?

A group of people whispered to each other for a long time, a kind old lady hesitated for a long time, stepped forward to bow to the Brahma line: "Young Master, but you want to go to Beijing?"

Fan Xing was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly returned the gift: "Exactly."

The old woman hesitated for a while: "Is there any important matter, little master, that needs to go to Beijing today? If not, why not delay it for a few days...These days Beijing and China are really..."

She wanted to advise Fanxing not to go to Beijing under the limelight. Because of such a big incident these days, the people are very wary of Buddhist monsters. When they see a monk, they have to keep an eye on his whereabouts until he leaves Beijing. There is no trace of a monk in the capital now.

But this monk with a gentle and quiet face like a crown of jade listened to her words patiently, fell silent for a while, and sighed slightly: "It is indeed a very important matter, the young monk is here to plead guilty."

"Ah... Please, excuse me?" The old woman had never heard of such an excuse, and she was a little apprehensive for a while. Seeing Fanxing's good voice and jade-like gentle luster in his eyebrows and eyes, she couldn't help asking, "" What is the little master's name?"

Although the people on the side did not interrupt, they all listened to their conversation with their ears pricked up. Just as they were about to withdraw their attention, they heard this monk who was as clean and straight as a lotus flower speak calmly and calmly: "Amitabha, the poor monk Brahma, I belong to the Pure Land Zen Buddhism."

Brahmacar!

After a short silence, the crowd exploded.

"He's that Buddhist monster who ignites people!"

"It's that hateful monk!"

"Buddhist monster! Where is the city gate guard? Capture him and behead him at the Meridian Gate!"

"What is he doing in the capital again? Could it be that he wants to force someone to die again!"

……

There were all kinds of noisy voices, and the boiling scolding sound was like a wave that would drown the Brahma for a while. The monk in white lowered his eyebrows, his face unchanged, and stood there letting the criticism go.

"Monk! Let me ask you! You have caused such a disaster, and you dare to return to the capital, what are you going to do!" A scholar in Tsing Yi pushed aside the angry crowd, stood in front of Fanxing and asked loudly. What he said was even worse than this, but for some reason, when he saw Fanxing's face, it was as if some iron hoop had tied his throat, making him involuntarily change his words to something more peaceful.

The guards guarding the city gate not far away have heard the movement here, and they are walking towards this side. After the fire incident that day, Beijing Central issued a document to arrest the demon monk Fanxing. Everyone felt that That demon monk should have run away early, unexpectedly he dared to come back!

Sanskrit's tone was calm: "The poor monk did not coax innocent people to start fires, this trip is to plead guilty to the good men and women of the world."

His tone of voice was too calm, and for a moment he calmed down the noisy crowd. Everyone looked at each other, and someone muttered: "Looking at him, could it be that the demon monk is really not him?"

Someone immediately retorted: "Even if it's not him, there must be something to do with it! Otherwise, why did they have the same dharma name?"

"Why should he say no? Is he dead for nothing?!"

Soon people started to quarrel again, and those soldiers also came close, looking up and down Fanxing with cold and stern eyes: "You——who do you say you are?"

Fanxing said calmly: "Poor monk, Fanxing."

The guards, as if they were facing an enemy, shouted: "Monk! Take it away!"

Immediately someone came up to tie Brahma's hand, Brahma raised his head, and watched them quietly: "The poor monk will not run away, and he will go to prison with your lord, but before that, can you please forgive me and let the poor monk go Take a look?"

Of course this is not acceptable. How can there be any reason not to arrest fugitives after seeing them?

But just like the scholar just now, when the soldiers who went to arrest him saw Fanxing's clear eyes, they stopped unconsciously, moved their hands and feet in embarrassment like a child who has done something wrong, and his face was swollen. flushed.

Chengmenling is a veteran military household with some experience, he and Fanxing looked at each other for a while, and waved: "I'll give you half an hour!"

Letting him go does not mean that no one will be sent to follow. Several city gate guards surrounded the monk in white clothes like a prisoner, and many good people followed behind to watch. The face of the Buddhist demon in the big case, who knew that when he saw it, he was moved with compassion, and he followed him unconsciously.

This strange team originally only consisted of a dozen people, but more and more troublemakers joined on the way. The headed monk, dressed in plain white clothes, lowered his brows and lowered his eyes. He had the dignified appearance of Avalokitesvara on a lotus platform. He carried a Zen staff on his back and walked quietly. And he was surrounded by several soldiers, and a long team was drawn up behind him. When the officials got the news, this team had already gathered less than half of the people in the capital, and they were marching along the Zhuque Avenue to the palace gate!

Jing Zhaoyin's eyes widened as soon as he heard the urgent report from his soldiers, sweat drenched his back, hurriedly pushed away the table, straightened his official hat and rushed to the Yamen: "Report to the palace! Notify the city defense!"

The place where the common people set fire was on Suzaku Avenue facing Chaotianmen, only a few hundred steps away from the palace gate, and there was a huge empty square in the middle. Tightened, subconsciously raised the halberd in his hand.

But they didn't go any further. The city gate order looked at the long dragon behind him, and his heart was full of remorse. What.

Fan Xing looked down at the ground in front of him. There were scorched black marks on the ground that had been burned by the fire. He dragged it out all the way, and the land in front of him was deeply and shallowly imprinted. He put his legs together, sat down like this, and then began to recite the mantra of rebirth.

All the people present were suddenly silent, this monk insisted on coming here just to recite a sutra?

He read the scriptures twice, a pair of black palace satin cloud boots stopped in front of him, and a white-faced and beardless servant led several young servants to look at him condescendingly: "Monk Fanxing, you have committed a serious crime to walk through the streets, and you are in the market." What is the purpose of such a big commotion in front of Chaotianmen?"

The servant represents the will of the emperor in the deep palace. When Fanxing heard his words, he understood that the emperor might really want to punish Buddhism with ruthless hands, so he put the matter of arson on his head first— — Doesn't the emperor know that this holy life is not that holy life?

But he couldn't make Chu Zhang that little bastard get what he wanted. Chu Zhang probably thought about uprooting Buddhism, which is not possible.

Fortunately, this little bastard probably didn't make up his mind, otherwise it wouldn't be the servant who asked the question, but the Ting Wei who arrested people and put them on the guillotine.

Putting his hands together, reciting the Buddha's name, he said in a low voice: "As a model for monks all over the world, Fanxing failed to restrain the monks from devoting themselves to practice, resulting in frequent occurrence of fake monks in wild temples in the countryside, and even wicked people pretending to be by the name of Brahman. , Deceived innocent people, committed such a great crime, Brahma has failed the teachings of the Buddha, I would like to make atonement to the people of the world, to the orthodox Buddhism, and to the Holy Tomorrow Que, and beg the Holy Lord to set an example and forgive the mistakes of the Pure Land Zen School’s oversight and teaching.”

First of all, throw away the cauldron thrown by the little bastard, secondly, he showed that his fault was that he did not restrain the monks in the world, and finally he showed that the fault was all his own. Don't try to wipe out the Buddhist sects. At the same time, he secretly stated that the Pure Land Zen sect is willing to support it. The imperial court's policy of restraining Buddhism.

Show loyalty, give steps, all in one breath.

The servant did not expect a monk to be so good at talking, and his ability to speak in an official language was no less than those veterans who had been officials in the court for more than ten years. Have some regrets.

The face of the monk in front of him is as serene as the moonlight on the lotus, his eyes are full of spiritual beauty, clear and open, his thin body is wrapped in a wide black robe, and the corners of the snow-white robe are worn with silk threads.

He praised his kindness in his heart, but he didn't think that such a person would do such evil things to make people angry, so his tone softened a little: "You stay here later, wait for me to report back to the emperor."

More and more people gathered outside the palace gate, and no one came to chase them away. After half a quarter of an hour, the small door next to the Chaotian Gate opened, and the servant came straight to Fan Xing, and there were dozens more behind him. The guards, carrying their hands on their shoulders and driving a cart of timber, began to work not far away.

Fan Xing glanced over there quietly, and then looked at the servant who had already approached.

There was a bit of sympathy on the servant's face, and he said in a soft voice: "The emperor asked, since Brahma has confessed his guilt, how can he make amends? Is this trip just empty talk, with the help of the government? Give yourself a righteous name?"

In fact, the words of the emperor are far from being so pleasant. This was embellished by the servant's compassion. The tyrant in red suffered from a headache again. Say, "Just talk but don't do it. Is he here to invite the name? Tell him that if you want to invite the name, you must show sincerity."

The servant raised his hand and pointed at the busy project behind him, and said softly: "The adults are discussing this matter, saying that although the master did not kill people, he allowed the wild monk to kill people under false pretences, which made the world chaotic because of the Buddha. How to atone for the 63 lives underground."

The meaning of these words is that it can leave a foundation for Pure Land Zen Buddhism, but correspondingly, Buddhism must also show sincerity, so that such a major event cannot be lightly let go.

Fan Xing watched the neat movements of the guards, and a crude fire platform took shape.

The government did not sentence him to punishment. In order to restore the reputation of Buddhism, he had to ask for punishment himself.

The meaning is already clear.

Fanxing stood up and bowed slightly to the attendant: "Amitabha, thank you for passing the message."

He turned his head, facing the countless people who came behind him, and spoke calmly: "The Pure Land Zen sect has worshiped the Buddha with a pure heart for many years, but has forgotten the responsibility of being an authentic Buddhist sect, which has caused believers all over the world to suffer from wild temples. , and failed to exercise the responsibility of setting an example, ashamed to all good men and women."

"Today, there are 63 devout people who were deceived by demon monks because of their negligence in the Brahma practice.

He spoke calmly and frankly. Before everyone could figure out what he said, they saw the thin monk leaning on his wand and walking towards the fire platform slowly. Like pushing and lifting, he was sent step by step to the high platform full of firewood, his back was resolute and straight, making people feel a sore throat just watching him.

The white robe fell on the high platform, and the monk sat down, as if he was in the lotus hall and the sound of sandalwood Buddha, and smiled slightly at the stunned servant under the stage: "Light the fire."

The waiter was fascinated by his gaze as if in a dream, and raised his hand in a daze. The guards on the side threw torches one after another, and in an instant, the high platform drenched in kerosene burned blazingly.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and the common people didn't see happiness on their faces, only uneasy and unbearable. Many people murmured "Is it a mistake?" The woman was already crying softly.

In the raging fire, the monk suddenly didn't feel the heat, and the sound of reciting the mantra of passing away came out clearly with the wind. More and more people saw this scene with tears in their eyes, and an indescribable emotion surged in their chests , makes the hands and feet feel weak, and the eye sockets are sore.

In the Forbidden Palace, Yan, who was on the top of the court hall, leaned on the railing and looked at the high sky outside the hall. The smoke and dust from burning kerosene and firewood were all the way up to the sky, reflected in his eyes, and he sighed for a long time.

But there was no voice in Liu Lane, Flower Street, Changping Fang, Yaochun sent his lover out, and heard Mr. Gui whispering about the excitement just now, a pair of beautiful eyes widened, suddenly looked towards the direction of Chaotianmen, for a long time, covered his face with his sleeves, and cried bitterly .

The wooden platform was poured with kerosene and burned for more than an hour. At the beginning, the people onlookers chatted in low voices. After the burning, they didn't even hear a single human voice. Everyone looked up at the wooden platform quietly, with There was admiration again, and many men and women who believed in Buddhism knelt down silently towards the wooden platform, muttering scriptures in their mouths.

A piece of unburned white cloth was blown by the wind and flew down the high platform and fell to the ground. Immediately, hands picked it up carefully and put it in their arms.

The scorching flames gradually died down, and the voice of reciting scriptures on the wooden platform had long disappeared. Among the charred firewood, there was a body as thin as charcoal. Hands clasped tightly together, it is a dignified posture sitting silently.

The clouds and mists in the sky dissipated, and the majestic and surging red clouds came from the edge, and the sun released a thin golden light, falling on the charred corpse, as if the sky took pity on the dead Buddha and put on a cassock for him. Coronation.

There is great mercy between heaven and earth.

This posture was peaceful and solemn, deeply penetrated into everyone's eyes and hearts. I don't know who was crying at the moment.