Deficit

Mu Si recited "Yong Ye" silently, but felt a chill on the back of his hand, and was raised by a waiter with a gesture like a rabbit's ears. When he looked back, it was Mu Chan.Mousse's face turned pale immediately.

Mu Chan shook his head slightly, and put his hand back on the box.

The Mousse man knelt on the mat, but his face was red up to the neck.

"I'll tell you a story." Mu Chan put down his hand, still looking calm.

Mousse didn't know what story his brother was going to say, so he just lowered his head.Both ears are red, as if they can stare into a big hole in the box.

Mu Chan spoke unhurriedly, "Mazu Daoyi was practicing meditation in his room, and his master Huairang was grinding bricks on the slate floor outside. Daoyi originally had no stagnation in his mind, no hindrance to things, and was not tempted. But after a long time, it is inevitable to be curious." Mousse seemed to be attracted by the story, and gradually raised his head.

"So Daoyi asked Master, what do you do grinding bricks?"

Hearing what his brother said, Mousse wondered in his heart, could grinding bricks be a way of penance in Buddhism, just like being punished for writing?If this is the case, then today is not going to be easy.

Mu Chan completely ignored his distracted thoughts, "Huai Rang answered him that the bricks were polished to make mirrors."

Mousse thought to himself, grinding bricks into a mirror is tricky enough, if my brother insists on me polishing the box one day——

Mu Chan glanced at him lightly at this time, and Mu Si realized that he had made a mistake and was arrested, so he felt embarrassed.Mu Chan didn't seem to want to pursue it, "Daoyi was very confused, so he asked the master, how can you grind a brick to make a mirror?" He looked at Mu Si when he was talking, "What do you think Master Huai Rang will do? answer."

Mousse seemed to have some thoughts in his heart, but he finally didn't say it out, just shook his head.The small weight in his mouth seems to weigh a thousand catties.

But Mu Chan stopped looking at him, "Master Huairang said, since grinding bricks can't make a mirror, how can you become a Buddha by practicing Zen?"

Mousse carefully smacked the meaning of his words, but was speechless for a while.

Only then did Mu Chan softly say, "You're thinking about other things, even if your finger scratches through the box, what's the point?"

Mousse lowered his head, but his thoughts were not suppressed by his brother. He thought, what did his brother's last words have to do with this story.

At this time, Mu Chan took out a clean white handkerchief from the pocket of his home clothes, "Tell me."

Mousse spit out the weight on the handkerchief, and wrapped it up with both hands. Although it was not very heavy, it was extremely uncomfortable to hold something in his mouth. His whole jaw was sore. When he spoke, he only felt Even controlling the muscles of the cheeks is difficult. "I don't understand the story that brother told."

Mousse nodded lightly, "This is the edge of Zen. The Southern School of Zen emphasizes the practice of non-cultivation, which is similar to the Taoist way of doing nothing and doing everything."

Mu Si doesn't talk, he studies the metaphysics of Zen. He is not as interested in Zen as Mu Chan by nature. The only thing he knows about Southern Zen is the famous gatha of the sixth patriarch Huineng.So I dare not answer indiscriminately.

Mu Chan said lightly, "I want you to write "The Analects of Confucius" silently, not because "The Analects of Confucius" can make you compromise, but because I hope you can calm down. You understand this truth."

"Yes." The boxes are one level shorter. If he still doesn't understand this truth, he is probably either too stupid or too owed.

"If you write silently, you will always be stable. Once you are stable, it will be easier to make appropriate judgments. But now, your mind is distracted. Naturally, you don't know what it means to be born with nothing to live in, 'to be able to lose everything' 'The realm is too difficult, I just hope you can calm down and re-examine what you have done."

Mousse thought to himself, after talking for so long, it was unpredictable, but he just blamed himself for being punished for not being careful.So said, "I was wrong."

Mu Chan looked at him, "You are not convinced."

Mousse didn't hesitate at all, "As I said, you can't make a mirror by grinding bricks."

Mu Chan smiled, Mu Si was originally confident, but now he feels a little guilty.

Mu Chan said, "The Southern School of Zen is too extreme. Therefore, there will be the convergence of Chan and Jing after the Mid-Tang Dynasty. If it does not rely on the utility and reality of the Pure Land School, how can it be spread and even spread? Zhuangzi talked about equalizing things, and What kind of state is it, but how can its influence be on the same level as that of Zen Buddhism? Qu Gao is naturally humble, even if he pretends to be noble and does not have flexible strategies, he has no choice but to follow the trend of flexibility. The Southern School talks about epiphany, but if there is no Years of accumulation, how can there be a moment of enlightenment. Immediately become a Buddha—" He didn't go on, just smiled lightly.

Mousse knew that his elder brother had always restrained Buddhism and upheld Taoism, and respected Lao Zhuang's learning.But his name happened to be Mu Chan.In fact, the two brothers, originally one was called Mu Chan and the other was called Mu Xun. Mr. Mu loved his grandson Mu Chan more than his life. I can't tell the allusion of Linfeng listening to Muchan.Thinking that the children of other families are named after Dragon and Tiger, the son actually named his grandson such a little bug, and he felt angry. It was Mu Chan's mother who mediated between their father and son and changed the name to Mu Chan.Mu Chan's father did not dare to disobey his father, but cherished his wife's wishes, so he agreed.Four years later, after giving birth to Mousse, he didn't learn his lesson at all, and named his youngest son an insect. Unfortunately, this time, before the old man got angry, he died protecting his youngest son due to a vendetta.Mu Si lost his father and mother, and was angered by Mr. Mu. In a big family like the Mu family, if there is no brother, he doesn't even know how to survive.And the name he admired was also made fun of from time to time.The Mu family's children and even the side branches deliberately caught grasshoppers or grasshoppers to tear their legs and wings. All katydid-like insects became their objects of entertainment, and some people even directly said that he was a locust that should be killed.Mu Chan gradually became sensible, kept everything in his heart, and finally found an opportunity to ask Mr. Mu to change the name of Mousse. Mr. Mu didn't like Mousse, but he couldn't bear to shake Mu Chan's love for his younger brother. No matter how bad Mousse is, he is also a direct descendant of the Mu family, so he taught those fun-loving children a lesson, and wiped off the word worm, so it will be difficult for anyone to make a fuss about it in the future.

Mu Chan saw that his younger brother's blushing was no longer so intense, and knew that his mood had calmed down now.He is an overly sensible person. He taught his younger brother not only to require himself to maintain absolute peace of mind, but even Mousse not to have distracting thoughts.

"Have you figured it out?" A faint sentence was thrown out so unexpectedly but logically.

He talked about Xuan and Buddha, so he didn't come to play games with his brother.Mousse's heart, which had been let down a little, lifted up again.

"Huh?" Mu Chan waited for his words.

"I—" Mousse opened his mouth, but finally he was speechless.

"Think slowly, don't worry, I'll wait for you." After Mu Chan finished speaking, he stood in front of the window again. The sun had already set, but it was not yet dusk. The world seemed to be extraordinarily quiet at this time.

Mousse took out the handkerchief with weights from his pocket, and put it in his mouth again.Even though Mu Chan's back was facing him, and there was a whole room away, he still felt a strong sense of oppression.After a moment of silence, he stopped.

Mu Chan waited for a while to confirm that he was really not writing, and then said softly, "Why?"

Mousse couldn't speak, so he tapped the box lightly with his fingers.

Mu Chan walked behind him, but this time he didn't let him take the weight out of his mouth. Mu Si wrote on the table with his fingers to show his brother, "I'm sorry, I don't understand." It was too embarrassing to write any more.

But Mu Chan said, "I can see that you don't need to row so hard."

Mousse felt that his heart tightened all of a sudden, but he wrote again, "Please punish me."

After he finished writing these four words, he seemed a little afraid to look at Mu Chan, but he puffed out his chest on purpose and knelt even straighter.

Mu Chan nodded slightly, "That's right. From last night to now, you have been thinking about it for a long time."

Mousse didn't write anything this time.Mu Chan exhaled slowly, "In that case, let's go take a bath."

This time, Mousse was very polite and wrote "Yes" with his finger on the box surface.

Mu Chan saw his shoulders tremble, he knew that he was still afraid of his family law.It's just that he would rather deal with family law than apologize. This younger brother is still the same as when he was a child, and he hasn't grown up at all.

Mousse, who came out of the bathroom, took a deep breath. He knew that his brother must have taken a shower by now and was standing by the window waiting for him.Even though he had demanded punishment so outrageously half an hour ago, now he found it difficult to even take a step.

Mu Chan's voice came over slowly, "There's no need to come here."

So, Mu Si straightened his feet and waited respectfully for Mu Chan to come over.

The punishment room of the Mu family has a large layout.The bathroom and washroom are separate, the washroom is connected to the outside room, but the bathroom is inside.Mu Chan standing at the window could not be seen from the inside, but Mu Si knew that his brother would come in soon.When enforcing the family law, Mu Chan never asked him to wait.The introspection he hopes must be in the most rational and peaceful state, not with anxiety.Anxiety, he argues, confuses people, and worry about impending punishment weakens the power of introspection.

Sure enough, Mousse didn't wait too long, Mu Chan came over, first ordered Mousse to spit out the weight in his mouth and soak it into a disinfectant bottle, then nodded slightly, motioning him to follow him.The metal texture is too hard, and he doesn't want to hurt Mousse when he teaches.

Mousse was half a step behind to keep up with Mu Chan. The ten-square-meter room was not big, and two men who were over 180 cm tall walked to the end within a few steps.Mu Chan held the doorknob with his hand, and he heard the sound of Mu Si adjusting his breathing.

When you really want to start a house, it is not in the outermost room with the window, not in the inner room with the bed, but, really, in the inner room.

Normally, this door is not opened.When opening, no matter Mu Chan or Mousse, you must keep yourself absolutely clean.

Mu Chan finally pushed open the door.

The eldest brother is the father, especially Mu Si, who was orphaned since childhood and grew up under his elder brother's family law. It has been seven years since he moved into this house, but no matter what time he walked into this room, the skin all over his body would become tight Numb.He knew that those trainees were talking about Teacher Mu's tricks behind his back, but compared to his brother's lessons, his punishments and making things difficult were nothing.

Mousse knew that he was too worthless, and his brother had already entered.He stepped forward and gently closed the door.

The room is always the same, Zhou Zheng is solemn and solemn, which makes people's hearts tremble uncontrollably.All the furniture inside are made of pear wood, and keep the original color of pear wood.

Ai Gong asked the society Yu Zaiwo.Zai Wo said to me: "Xia Hou's family uses pine, Yin people use cypress, and Zhou people use chestnut. Said: 'Make the people tremble.'"

The only exception is the cane.