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"For monks, for Buddhist principles, for passing on the scriptures to others, the meaning of the scriptures can be interpreted by everyone..."

"Daily practice is not about the number of scriptures. If you recite the scriptures thousands of times, can you remember one sentence in your heart?"

"Buddhism exists in the world, and the scriptures explain its meaning. If there is something you don't understand, you should read more scriptures. You may refer to the truth in it..."

In fact, Ji Mo has too many so-called deviant thoughts that do not conform to this era. He does not imprison Tongji with his own thoughts, but only lets him learn from the scriptures, good deeds, evil deeds, saving others, and saving himself ... Thousands of volumes of scriptures have long said that only the world can be enlightened.

The profession of monk is just easier to get in touch with these principles.

The Buddhist so-called "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately" does not really make butchers become Buddhas, but tells the truth of enlightenment. Once enlightened, you can become a Buddha even in the world of mortals.

Monks don't have enough priority on this point. If they don't work hard, they will eventually become the choice of mortals, nothing special.

But in the ancient environment, being a monk is still very happy. There is nothing terrible about the rules and regulations. Being able to have enough food and peace of mind is something that many people want but can't get.

Look at those benefactors who burn incense and worship Buddha, are they really counting on the Buddha to solve their current predicament?Mostly, I still want peace of mind, and moreover, I just want a chance.

Buddhism is open to convenience. In some temples, it is not only a good place for caravans to meet and contact business, but even monks do middle-class things and help matchmaking to complete the transaction.

There are also temples that almost become one of the social places for the women in the back house. The benefactors who come and go say that they live in the Zen room temporarily, but it is extremely cheap to communicate with each other.

As the monks who provided the place, they can naturally get some rewards such as favor fees.

Thinking of this, Ji Mo had to say a few more words when he was teaching Tongji, "Don't be impetuous, the world is prosperous, passing by, don't be moved by it, and persevere in..."

Tongji nodded when he heard the words, and he was very respectful. The practical benefit of being accepted as a disciple by Ji Mo was that he got rid of those roommates, and he was much more relaxed every day, and he no longer had so many complicated things. Just memorize scriptures every day.

As usual, Ji Mo coughed twice after Tongji was taught and left. His health is not very good. In this case——

[The first stage of study is over, do you accept the test? 】

"Yes."

[The first stage of theoretical examination, time three 10 minutes - please briefly explain the meaning of preaching the scriptures. 】

"Preach the scriptures..."

The test papers laid flat in front of me, if there is a layer of shimmering light, this light seems to be able to shine through people's hearts, causing all knowledge to surge in an instant, countless thin threads are involved in the sea of ​​knowledge clouds, each thread They all carry a faint light, and finally gather together to form the big sun like an egg, which is brilliant and shining.

"I pass on the scriptures to the world, connecting the past and explaining the meaning of Buddhism."

The meaning of preaching the scriptures, the first, is to pass on a thought, a truth.

For the time being, there is no need to delve into the right and wrong of this kind of thinking. Whether this kind of reasoning is correct or not can only be discussed if it is passed down, and then there is the possibility of follow-up research. Competing with the sun and the moon, and even completely submerged in the shadow of the moon, never to see each other again.

Whether it has meaning or not can only be known after it is passed on. This is the meaning of preaching the scriptures.

The second is to tell a story and a history, which should be regarded as added value. All things cannot exist in isolation. If there are leaves, there must be branches. If there are branches, there must be trunks. If there are trunks, there must be roots. If there is a source, there is a beginning and a constant change of all things.

The things recorded in the scriptures themselves are on the one hand, and the things represented by the existence of the scriptures are on the other hand. The meanings of the two are sometimes inseparable.

The third is the self.

What should the life of a preacher be like?

Are the brilliant and poor scriptures buried in the pile of old papers, guarding persistently, waiting for everyone who opens these scriptures?You can have it, and likewise, it should be practice.

In life, basic necessities of life, food, housing, and transportation are all practices. Similarly, the choices you make and the ethics you stick to are also practices.

"I'm afraid I don't know what kind of results can be cultivated, but there are always benefits to myself, and it may not be so clear, but after all, it is not to let myself become what I hate."

The words in the pen, one by one, are vivid on the paper. Because of the luminous light on the paper, each word has a little more light, as if there are more crystals and brilliance penetrated by thoughts, and it seems that it itself represents The spiritual power extends past splendor.

How firm life is, how dazzling thoughts are, and how constant that light will be.

Ji Mo didn't care about these, he answered according to his own thoughts, the questions had been predicted long ago, and this closed-book exam was like an open-book exam, not to mention that there were almost the same kind of guardians before, and the related questions were also meaningless , protecting the Tao is not preaching the scriptures, but preaching the scriptures can protect the Tao.

Some things may not be exactly the same in essence, but there is always a kind of homogeneity hidden in them, which has become a universal "standard answer".

With such continuous work, three or ten minutes passed without knowing it.

Seeing that the test paper was full, he also felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. Ji Mo let out a light breath, and handed in the test paper without any plans to revise it.

[Please select an exam work. 】

"It's time to choose again!"

Ji Mo looked at the thousands of light spots in front of him, and randomly clicked on a light spot. The light spot jumped in front of his eyes and zoomed in. It looked like a scripture book, and he could read it with a flick of his heart.

Feel free to order a few more, that's all.

"Sure enough, it's still a scripture."

This is also something that can’t be helped. The scripture preacher, just by looking at the name, knows that the focus is on the "scripture", that is, the inheritance of the scriptures must be fundamental. In this way, only the scriptures can be selected for the examination works.

These scriptures, if you look closely, are all written by Ji Mo completely silently. In this regard, there is no need to have too many doubts. Finishing a scripture is also a kind of practice. Have someone else ghostwrite, but wait until you are free to finish it.

And the best way to write scriptures silently is to try not to take too long a time interval. It is fine to have a meal, drink water, sleep, etc., but if it is directly separated by a few days, it is a bit too much, the kind of scriptures written silently The "mind" will be cut off because of this, the connection will not be connected, and the original intention of practice will be lost.

For such small requirements, Ji Mo has always been strict with himself, so there will not be half of his scriptures——

Uh, no, there is still one.

Thinking about it, Ji Mo clicked on a light spot in the corner far away from the large group of light spots. When the light spot was opened, it was an unnamed scripture book. The first half was blank pages, and the second half was the text.

Focusing on this scripture, the scripture is not unknown. This is the last scripture written by Guangji. At that time, he was out of strength, and it took a lot of effort to write it. Every word seemed to tremble for a long time before he could write it. With such a wobbly font, even though this scripture is not thick, he has written it for a long time, and only half of it has been written, and there will be no more writing in the future.

It was written by Ji Mo.

Only in this case can someone write it on behalf of others, thinking that it will not damage its meaning, the meaning of the master, and the meaning of the disciple, as if they are connected together through this scripture, and there is a sense of inheritance.

Thinking of this, habitually, the scriptures are already in my heart, and I read silently to the intermittent point, looking at the words I wrote, and continued to read the scriptures.

Turning the page to the end, feeling a little melancholy, Ji Mo waved his hand, letting the spot of light leave his face and return to the original edge position. If there is a map, that position should be the temple where Guangji passed away. The scriptures remained there.

"Not optional."

Although this scripture is very meaningful and has some meaning to Ji Mo, it is not suitable as a choice.

How can preachers not preach more but less?

His eyes focused on the large pile of almost overlapping light spots. These were all the scriptures that Ji Mo silently wrote in Fahua Temple.

"If you don't read it, you don't know, so I actually wrote so many scriptures silently?"

Some things are done every day, every day, and I don't think there is anything special, but now it seems that it is also a very grand project.

If I told myself to write so many scriptures silently from the beginning, I am afraid that I would complain every day, and I would not feel that I could finish it.

"Amitabha."

Saying the Buddha's name, Ji Mo randomly clicked on one of the light spots. It seemed random, but he also chose a large volume of Buddhist scriptures, a thousand volumes, but one or two damages, and the rest, a little persistence , can always see the future scene.

Sometimes, Ji Mo is a little envious of these works. It is rare for people to live for a hundred years, but things can be expected for a hundred years, not to mention some works that can survive for thousands of years. It is really seeing the history that the master has never seen before. Vicissitudes, worthy of the status of an antique.

[Please select the time, 50 years, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years...]

"50."

The scriptures are hidden in Fahua Temple. In 50 years, Fahua Temple should not have any changes, and it should still be the same as before.

The body is like a cicada, and the soul is out of the shell, curling up above the blue sky, looking down at the earth below, the golden roof of Fahua Temple is extraordinarily brilliant, shining in the sun, as if illuminating a world and sheltering a field.

The red walls and golden tiles are a unique scene.

Some bald-headed monks seem to be watching, and they can see that they are busy with their own affairs. At first glance, no one is idle.

The bell rang again, as if announcing to the world that a major event was happening, and as if bidding farewell to this world.

The world of mortals cannot be loved, and I go to the west to ask the scriptures alone.

Sheng Ye, Sheng Ye, Mo Hui, Mo Huan.

The road ahead is long, and there is no return to practice, but can there be a golden light paving the ground, so that I will not walk in the mundane world?

Come as a guest on earth, go as a Buddha in heaven.

Life comes and goes without seeking, saving and detaching.

Amitabha.

The sound of the Buddha's name, if it is used to it, if it is natural, it seems to be a memory in the bottom of my heart. Ji Muruo's flying kite was pulled by the string and fell to the bottom again. Looking at the wall of the monk's house, it seems that it has not changed.

A sound of Buddhist scriptures, who is saving, and who is saving?

In the burning smoke, whose bones have died?

Unknowingly, Ji Mo also recited scriptures together with the voice of Fanbai.