Heaven is fearless

The monks of the Pure Land Buddhism do not only do morning classes, but also do some things within their ability every day. There are no exceptions from young novice monks to abbots. There are countless monks and lay disciples in the temple. Courtyards have been built on several nearby hills. It is for people to live in. At a glance, monks wearing black robes and mortals are mixed together, carrying water and plowing the fields. It is a peaceful atmosphere.

Fan Xing first went to the main hall to burn a few sticks of incense to the Buddha. The flow of people coming and going here was the largest. He only spent a few sticks of incense. The news of the Buddha's return was known to many monks.

However, there are still some monks who are not interested in this at all. They are not interested in spreading gossip, and they don’t even bother to listen. The atmosphere of the sword master is different, and the monks of the Pure Land Buddhist Sect appear to be extremely independent.

No, it's not that they don't care about Buddha, but compared with the frank and straightforward sword cultivators, their worship is more... a little more subtle.

The temples of the Pure Land Buddhist Sect are somewhat uniquely built. The Buddhist temples dedicated to various Buddha statues are not a magnificent building complex, but scattered in an unknown corner. Maybe you can find vegetables by detours There is actually a main hall of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the edge of the ground—to such an extent.

Very freewheeling.

However, according to the "Short Story of Temple Creation" passed down by the abbots, the reason why these Buddhist halls are not connected together is that the Pure Land Buddhism was too poor at the beginning, and it was impossible to build a complete set of palaces. Group, you can only save money to build one by one.In addition, the planning is done by the monks themselves, and it is inevitable that there will be unreasonable situations. Therefore, they will find that there is not enough land after the construction.

What should I do if there is not enough land? They can’t knock down all the houses that have already been built, so they can only build where there is space, and put the Buddhist hall in there.

When the Pure Land Buddhist sect became the first Buddhist sect, such a unique architectural style has become a reason for others to boast and praise. They say that it is worthy of being the largest Buddhist sect. The Buddhist temples are scattered among the mountains and forests. This is to warn people that there are Buddhas everywhere in their lives. The true Buddha is everywhere, and it is really well-intentioned.

Every time the abbot heard this, he laughed and said nothing. At first he explained the reason sincerely, but somehow no one believed it. As time went by, he didn't bother to explain, and could only complain to Fanxing in private.

The young monk in simple white black robe walked across the rugged mountain road, crossed the flat field, and walked towards the small courtyard hidden behind the woods.

It is said to be a forest, but it is actually just a dozen scattered trees. These trees are two or three feet high, and the leaves rustle in the wind. Several monks in blue-gray monk clothes are squatting in the field and patiently weeding and fertilizing.

Most of the monks in the Pure Land Buddhist Sect have already fasted grains and do not need food and drink. These lessons are all for sharpening their minds and preventing monks from becoming people who are out of the secular world and only talk about it. All the things below were given to the poor mortals at the foot of the mountain.

—— Relief of suffering is a focus of monks' practice.

Behind the woods is a small courtyard, like most farmyards in the world, a space in the middle is opened up as a yard, with houses on three sides, the roof is covered with thick thatch, the ground is made of loess, and under the fence there are overgrown grasses. The weeds and wild flowers that have not been pruned have a barren and natural style. There is a large dustpan of dried vegetables and medicinal materials on the eaves and beside the bamboo fence. At first glance, there is no difference from those poor and poor farmers.

Fan walked in, leaned his magic wand against the fence, rolled up his sleeves and picked up a bamboo basket half a person's height, lifted those dustpans with one hand and dumped the dried peppers and radishes into the basket.

The frail Buddha dumped one basket after another, and the weight of tens of hundreds of catties in his hands was like a child's toy. This huge contrast seemed a bit shocking.

The wooden door squeaked, Fan Xing looked up and saw a monk of medium stature and friendly face standing at the door, with a delicate and well-behaved boy beside him.

Does not give birth.

"Uncle Fanxing, the abbot told me to bring my junior brother Busheng here, and he will live with you from now on; the abbot said that Junior Brother Busheng is not in a hurry to get ordained, he is still young, and whether he will convert to my Buddha depends on his own will." , you don’t need to rush to teach him the Dharma; the abbot said that you can tell him a little story about the mountain…”

This person doesn't talk, but when he speaks, he just keeps talking for a long time without stuttering, breathing in a long breath to the end, Fanxing couldn't find an opportunity to interrupt him for a while, he just felt his head was buzzing "Abbot said".

He babbled a lot, and after thinking about it, there should be nothing missing, and he put his hands together in satisfaction: "Amitabha, Master Fanxing, do you have anything you want the little monk to tell the abbot?"

Fanxing paused for a while, sorted out the pile of "Abbot said", shook his head, and reached out to touch the two big baskets of dried vegetables at his feet: "Take it to the storage and transportation office for me."

The monk saw the two baskets of dried vegetables, and his eyes lit up: "Master Fanxing's vegetables are ready to dry? The younger brother at the storage and transportation office is worried that there are too few dried vegetables sent down the mountain this time. There is not enough dried vegetables on the mountain for the past few months. It was raining heavily, and many vegetables were moldy, and most of the vegetables grown in the fields were watered and rotten. I don’t know how the people at the bottom of the mountain are going to live. The two baskets of vegetables, Uncle Fanxing, are worth hundreds of catties? It’s enough to last for a while gone."

He chanted the Buddha twice, rolled up his sleeves and happily came to carry the basket.

In the entire Pure Land Buddhist School, only this little uncle can recite the Sutra of Peaceful Merit and Virtue to the vegetables. The point is that the sutras recited by the Buddha have effects. It is impossible to prevent water and fire from invading, but these vegetables will grow. It's very good, and it can withstand the rain, and it can be harvested after a few days in the sun.

If it wasn't for dragging the Buddha to recite the scriptures to the vegetables, which would delay his practice, they would all want to build a shed for the Buddha next to the vegetable field.

He doesn't need to do anything, just recite scriptures, and the vegetable field can increase production.

Probably because the emotion in his eyes was too explicit, Fan Xing raised his eyes to look at him for a while, sighed, and gave in: "Schedule tomorrow, put me in the vegetable garden."

The monk's face lit up visible to the naked eye, and he lifted a basket of dried vegetables to his shoulders with a whoosh, and saluted Fanxing: "Uncle Fanxing is righteous, I'll go and tell those brats right now."

The back figure carrying the basket disappeared into the woods like flying, Fan Xing looked down at the Busheng who was left behind, and the child who was handed over to a stranger again was also looking at him, the clothes in the temple are suitable for children of this age Only the little novice monk's robe, the newly made monk's robe is a uniform blue-gray, with a white cotton cloth strip trimmed around the collar, which is quite simple and plain.

Speaking of which, the child's experience is really tortuous. He was fished out of the River of Forgetfulness by the ghost king, and was raised by the witch master in the dangerous building for a period of time. They all came here according to the treatment of distinguished guests, but they turned around and were sent to the Pure Land Buddhist School. They didn't have any fancy clothes and food, and they had to go to the fields with the monks.

This huge gap is a bit unacceptable for adults, let alone children with weaker psychological endurance.

But Busheng seemed very calm.

His experience in just a few months is more magnificent than the life of some ordinary people. From his eyes, Fanxing can't see any dissatisfaction with the poor environment. He seems to be no different from the child who was taken out of Wangchuan by the ghost king What a difference.

His eyes are clear and transparent, even cleaner and brighter than the lotus flower in front of the Buddha.

Whether it is rich or poor, catastrophe or pain or prosperity, to him, it is like a useless fabric wrapped around the body. Whether the patterns on it look good or not is not what he cares about.

He just went on like this, and lived.

A born Buddha, not stained with dust.

The divinity in this child is too heavy, the temperament of pity the world and love the world, sometimes even Tiandao will be surprised.

This will not work.

Fanxing tilted his head and smiled at the child.

A Buddha loves all living beings because he knows the suffering of all living beings. He knows what love, hatred and desire are, and he also knows what greed, ignorance and anger are.

Ghosts are the sins of falling into love, lust, hatred and unwillingness to get rid of in the world, and Buddha is the lotus flower that escapes from these ignorance and hatred.

It is good that Busheng is born with such a detached mind, but the unpolished lotus is so fragile that it will wither at the touch. Only the soul tempered by flames and suffering can be truly transparent and tough.

That is the golden lotus that can be enshrined and grow quietly in front of the Buddha.

He has to be pulled down to become a mortal, to see those who love, hate, hate and ignorance, to listen to those screams and cries, to touch those festering wounds, to support those old and crooked bodies, to face the malice of the world, To accept the shimmering kindness, to polish the soul with flesh and blood.

——Then take out a pure heart and try to bloom flowers in the mud.

He didn't know what horrible thoughts were going on in the mind of the smiling man in front of him. He just felt that this young monk looked very kind and gentle, different from the magnificent ghost king and the dignified and mysterious witch master. Like a child raised by a small rich family, with a pure and kind heart, like a kind man who would give a bun to a beggar, or a young man who would give a horse to an old woman.

Looking at him, Busheng felt very kind, and remembering what the old abbot had said to him before, he mustered up his courage and smiled timidly.

"I have never seen the Venerable Brahmacar."

He put his palms together according to the etiquette he had learned before, and bowed to Brahma.

Fanxing didn't make any excuses just because he was a child, and bowed in the same manner: "If you don't give birth to a small benefactor, you should be more polite."

After the ceremony, the two stood in the middle of the yard with big eyes and small eyes, Busheng was waiting for Fanxing to arrange him, and Fanxing... Fanxing and Busheng looked at each other for a long time, and their faces suddenly turned red.

——and getting more and more red.

Busheng: "..."

Busheng: "???"

There was a genuine daze in Busheng's eyes.

"Honor Brahma?" He called out tentatively, and the monk, who was wearing a snow-white black robe with some dirt on his cuffs, immediately clapped his hands together: "The poor monk is here, what questions do you have for the little benefactor?"

He asked this sentence very skillfully, and it seemed that he often answered people's questions and gave advice outside.

Busheng and him looked at each other for a long while, and suddenly realized that this famous Brahma-san Venerable didn't know how to communicate with others, right? !

Obviously it was normal to talk to that master just now, why did he...

Do you not know how to communicate with strangers?

Fan Xing still abided by the etiquette and patiently waited for him to speak, his face was flushed, his eyelashes were fluttering, and he couldn't look away, he was so embarrassed that he seemed to be about to smoke.

The well-behaved and docile boy also became a little flustered when he saw his reaction.

The adults who have been with him for a long time are either the ghost king or the witch master. Both of these two are very good at building a good relationship with people. He has never met such... such adults who would be frightened by children. !

So what should I say now?

Standing in the yard, one big and one small are almost like clay sculptures and wood carvings. They look at each other with good intentions, but their movements are stiff and clumsy, their mouths are clumsy and their tongues are like monsters. No one thinks of entering. room to sit down.

In the end, he didn’t speak anymore. He felt that if he didn’t say anything, he and Venerable Fanxing could stand here until one of them died in place—no, Venerable Fanxing would stand there for decades. No problem, it should be that he will be starved and passed out here.

But it seems that before he faints from starvation, maybe Venerable Fanxing will embarrass himself to death.

With the thought of saving someone's life, Busheng swallowed: "Honorable Sir, the abbot said that I will follow you to practice in the future... May I call you Master?"

It may be because the nephew was nagging too much and brainwashed him just now. As soon as he uttered the sentence "Abbot Said", Fanxing felt as if he had encountered something familiar, and he was so nervous that he was suffocating. , lowered his head slightly: "Amitabha, you are still young. Although you have a relationship with my Buddha and you are quite talented in Buddhism, you still have to be cautious about the matter of apprenticeship. We will discuss this matter when you are 12 years old."

"Before you were with them, just call the poor monk Fanxing."

The young and handsome monk's tone was unhurried, with a soothing air in it. He nodded obediently to show that he understood, but he didn't call his name directly. He called out in the same way as before: "Vatican His lord."

Fanxing blinked twice when he heard the words, and wanted to say something, but seeing that his expression was firm and his eyes were still a little nervous, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

After a brief exchange, the two fell into a suffocating awkward silence.

Busheng racked his brains to think of topics, and finally he could only ask dryly: "My lord, where do I sleep?"

Now that there was something to talk about again, the young monk was visibly relieved, and turned to greet him: "Follow the poor monk."

The house here is simple, with only three rooms that can live in people. The middle one is a tea room for guests. The door is ajar, and a huge scroll hanging on the wall can be seen inside. He only glanced at something, then politely looked away, and followed Fan to the room on the right.

The monk opened the door for him, and the inside was as simple and poor, with a table, two benches, a cabinet with double doors in the corner, and a wooden bed that was clean and empty. There was nothing in the room related to Buddhism. The things involved are no different from any ordinary farmhouse.

Fan Xing looked down at him: "The quilt is in the closet, will you make the bed?"

In terms of caring for people, Fanxing seems to have some experience.

Busheng didn't want him to regard himself as a child to take care of, so he replied firmly: "Thank you, my lord, I will do this."

Fan Xing was easily persuaded by him, nodded to let him in, and stood outside the door without moving: "All utensils can be taken from the sundries, you should clean up your room in the next few days."

He stopped for a while, as if he was a little embarrassed, and blushed slightly under the unsuspecting gaze: "That... poor monk has no experience in teaching students, is there anything you want to learn?"

Fanxing is probably the first master who is so honest that he can't teach others. He also knows that his question is inappropriate, and he really doesn't know how to teach him. His beautiful white face is red, and his long eyelashes are drooping. Down to cover half of the eyes, the monk's robe wrapped around the slender body, beautiful and elegant.

Neither born nor knowing how to answer, the two once again entered into a speechless silence.

Fan Xing closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name, and said with a wry smile: "In this case, why don't the little benefactor follow the poor monk, these few days the poor monk is doing homework in the temple, and in his free time, he will give the little benefactor a lecture on the situation at the foot of the mountain, okay? "

Busheng thought for a while: "Is it telling the story of His Holiness traveling down the mountain in the past?"

Fanxing's tone was very gentle: "If you want to hear it, you can talk about it."

His voice is very soft, his eyes are smiling, and his whole body is filled with the aura of Buddhism, like a lotus with dew in front of the Buddha. There is an incomprehensible flash of meaning in his eyes: "If the little benefactor is patient, The poor monk will tell those stories one by one."