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The difficulty of Buddhism is certain, but the idea of ​​establishing a religion in Buddhism may not be considered good. The thought of a noble Buddha has also reached a level. Seeing the suffering of the poor, he wants to do charity. Naturally, the charity of the Buddha cannot be Ordinary donations of money and materials, then, lead their thoughts to another path.

This path is the path of detachment.

However, no matter what the road is, it is not a flat road, so this road must also have its entry threshold.

This is like the Tang monk in Journey to the West, who obviously has great powers like Avalokitesvara, and directly brought the scriptures of Mahayana Buddhism to spread. Throw it aside as rubble.

But how did she do it?Tang Seng must be asked to obtain the scriptures.

Knock on the blackboard, pay attention, it is seeking.

Needless to say, there are hardships along the way, the journey is hard, and for a monk with no possessions, it is even more difficult to be alone, but there are also all kinds of ghosts and ghosts coming. It is difficult to get together a nine-nine-eight-one.

In the end, even if it is difficult, I have to make up.

Not to mention that at the last step, when the Buddha allowed the scriptures to be obtained, he had to leave some money to actually take the scriptures.

The twists and turns in it, watching the excitement back then, passed away with joy and joy, but now that I think about it, isn't this the shining threshold?

The reason is ready-made, and you don’t cherish what you give for free, so you have to tie it up high and wait for someone to ask for it.

Sounds good, but don't any smart people know about free incense?

Since ideas are good and principles are good, why can’t they be spread?Is this kind of unilateral determination that "you will not cherish what I give" a bit taken for granted?

So when I read it again at this time, I just feel that the whole article of Journey to the West is full of loopholes, and the absurdity full of it seems to have its origin and truth, and it is like looking at flowers in a fog, always far away in the end of the world.

Ji Mo didn't have such a high level of awareness yet, he directly comprehended these truths, he just focused his eyes on his eyes, Xiao Gui Cao Sui, with that in mind, let's continue like this.

Thinking while writing the scriptures silently, it is really no wonder that there are many sects in the Buddhist school who divide the incense. It is true that there are always capable people who can't stand it, and they must make their own thoughts become Buddhas and ancestors!

"Brother Guangji is really hardworking."

Some monks entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and saw their masters and apprentices writing scriptures silently here. They came to say hello. Writing silently for a day or two is nothing. I came here mainly for the scriptures, and after that, I also spent every day in the Sutra Pavilion, practicing what I said, really believable.

These good qualities have one thing, that is, they are brighter, and if they are more, they will naturally converge into a personality charm, which makes people want to get closer when they see them.

"Junior Brother Guangren, you are being polite."

Guangji greeted each other with a smile. This monk Guangren was of the same generation as Guangji, and they were brothers in terms of brotherhood. The monks in the world belonged to the same family.

The two of them are also somewhat close. It's not that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not forbidden to talk. As long as it is not loud, no one will look too sideways.

It was early at this moment, and there was no one in the Sutra Pavilion. Guangren saw that Guangji was not very busy, so he just sat down and talked with him, talking about the various temples, the local customs and customs in the vicinity, and at the same time asking Guangji all the way. All kinds of world situations that I have seen during my travels.

As soon as Ji Mo heard his speech and behavior, he knew that it was different from a monk like himself who grew up in a temple.

Many monks are monks halfway through the profession, and some even have aspirations long ago. However, due to the requirements of the elders in the family and the need to carry on the family line, they only come to the temple to become a monk after marrying a wife and having children. Taking this temple as an example, the most Famous for being a painter.

His family is rich, although he is not the eldest son and has no responsibilities, but he is not the kind of dandy who can give up casually. In addition, he has the talent of painting, outstanding painting skills, and is quite sought after, so he is also valued by the family. In this way, on a certain day of a certain year, he suddenly saw through everything and expressed that he wanted to become a monk. People have become good things.

Later, he even talked to him about a wife who was suitable everywhere, and married him in a hurry, threatening that as long as he gave birth to a son, he would not stop him from becoming a monk.

This is really hard for the strong.

On the one hand, the painter requires himself according to the rules of becoming a monk, and on the other hand, he has to meet the expectations of his parents and elders. Therefore, he keeps one wife and one concubine, and has children in turn. Unfortunately, his luck is not very good. They all came out, but the son has not yet been seen.

This incident was regarded as a joke at the time, someone advised him, since the two wives and concubines could not bear a son, why not take a new concubine, the other party responded with "rebooting", and then asked if it was rebooting, Why do you still have one wife and one concubine, so you can answer it with "parents and relatives should not be burdened".

I was so entangled between the Buddhist family and my own two families. I really don’t know how many years I was entangled. Until luck later, my wife gave birth to a son. Before the son was full moon, he paid the money and went directly to the temple.

For so many years, his parents at home saw that his intentions were very difficult, so they did not stop him. During festivals, his mother would take his wife and children to visit him when they went to the temple to offer incense.

Thanks to his legendary experience, even if his seniority was low when he entered the temple, he was still a man of influence. His already outstanding painting skills seem to be more famous because of this. So far, people have come to ask him for paintings, but now the signature on the paintings is not It's not a common name, but a Dharma name called Zongshan.

What Guangren and Guangji were talking about was this Zongshan.

It is really inconvenient to say that the place of becoming a monk is close. It is a bit inconvenient for a daughter of another family to return to her natal family after marriage. It's just that it's more convenient to see my mother, but it's not so easy to see my father, and it's impossible to complain to my father about how my husband's family treats me badly because of trivial things.

But when Zongshan came here, he was a monk in a temple, in a temple!Even if the daughter is married, she can come to him for advice on anything, and if she doesn't give it, she won't leave. The kind of life-and-death entanglement makes people think it's something, but knowing the relationship between the two of them, they can only laugh it off. up.

I have never seen a daughter who is not allowed to hold hands with her father, just to swim with her arms, so what can it do, as if no father has ever hugged his little daughter.

Pian Zongshan has the obstinacy of abandoning lay people, but he always does not do it thoroughly enough, so he says "no", "no", "I don't listen, it has nothing to do with me", but when his daughter finishes complaining, he still gives it to her. The one who came up with ideas, and even occasionally acted as a messenger, if he didn't tell him later, the next time his wife came to offer incense, he would take the initiative to ask twice to see how the "female benefactor" was doing.

It's really funny to watch this kind of awkwardness of "pursuing all beings".

"You haven't seen it, but every time I can see a scripture on his face, 'all beings are suffering, I am alone', 'it is suffering, it is suffering, that's all, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell', It's really funny to be entangled in all kinds of ways, but in the end you can only 'get rid of it'."

Guangren only thinks that there are such people in the temple, which is interesting.

Guangji just kept smiling politely, Ji Mo could see that he didn't like such people very much, since the world of mortals is not clean, why bother to enter the Buddhist school?What is it to bring those disturbances into the main hall, under the eyes of the Buddha?

However, he is not in charge of the temple here. Since the abbot and others above have already included Zong Shan within the gate wall, there is no room for him to comment.

Guangren couldn't see it, he just thought his words were funny, and after laughing, he said goodbye to Guangji, which was full of enthusiasm.

It has been like this since he talked about the scriptures with Guangji one day. It can only be said that Wenqing's friendship comes easily, although Wenqing occasionally likes to gossip.

Because he didn't have any malicious intentions, and it wasn't considered a joke, Guangji didn't intend to preach to him face to face.

There is never any expression on the surface, that is, Ji Mo has been with him for a long time, and he can know that he doesn't like such people.

To become a monk is to seek detachment, but detachment is not escape.

Such as Zongshan is really not an attitude of learning, and similarly, it is not an attitude of seeking Buddha.

When Guangren finished the gossip, he left with the scriptures he wanted to borrow. Ji Mo looked at his back and sighed softly. Only this newcomer from outside can let him talk so freely.

"What are you sighing for?"

Guangji asked him a question.

"Sigh for Master, when you meet such a friend, you will occasionally be a little noisy."

Ji Mo answered honestly, Guangji himself is not a person who likes to talk about other people's rights and wrongs, and he doesn't even ask about some things about people around him like Ji Mo, so it's difficult to patiently listen to so many uninteresting topics.

"A friend?"

Guangji shook his head slightly, showing disapproval.

In his eyes, Guangren always likes to come and chat, so he is not considered a friend?

Ji Mo raised his eyebrows. He began to think about Guangji's criteria for choosing friends. Do ordinary friends also have high thresholds?

"Both are Buddhist disciples, no matter friends or friends." Guangji replied like this, showing some perfunctory.

Ji Mo didn't care either. Such a question is a matter of everyone's understanding, and there is no need to go online like Buddhist scriptures. It doesn't matter whether it is true or not, and it doesn't matter whether it is true or not.

There are many scriptures in the temple, so they lived here for a long time. I don’t know when, Guangren didn’t come here for a long time. Later, Ji Mo once saw him having a good conversation with a young monk who had just placed an order. The enthusiasm between them is the same as before, people can't help but smile when they see it, that's right.