Rebirth: Out of Demons and Into Buddhas 2

Although compared with Jingdong, Jingyin and other Buddhists carefully cultivated in various temples, ordinary monks have a shallower vision, and it is easier to rejoice at opportunities that are common to Sikong in the eyes of Jingdong, Jingyin and others, and it is difficult to restrain themselves , but Fanseng himself knows that he is really not an excitable character.

This time was an exception, and the reason why he couldn't calm down for a long time was because it was really the first time that he was able to personally accompany the most outstanding Buddhist monks in Jinghao Realm to complete the evening class.

he really...

I really have to be moved by this opportunity, and I can't hold on to it.

But his identity is very different.

If he really participates in today's evening class at Miaoyin Temple in such a state, others will not understand how he cherishes this opportunity, but will only despise him.

Fan monks don't care much about outsiders' contempt or even contempt for themselves.But at this time, he not only represented himself, but also represented the ordinary monk groups all over Jinghao Realm, so he had to be cautious.

But the more cautious and cherished he is, the more difficult it is to control himself.The situation was getting worse and worse, but at this moment, Jing Yin actually gave him a hand.

Therefore, he had to thank Jing Yin.

Jing Yin smiled back, but controlled her voice to only ring in the ears of this group of disciples, "I just remembered the monk Jing Fu from Miaoyin Temple."

Clean Fu?What does this have to do with Monk Jingfu?

Not to mention the Buddhist disciples like Jingdong, even the ordinary monk did not understand the meaning of Jingyin.

Jingyin sighed, "Brothers, think about it, is this brother coming to my Miaoyin Temple as a guest today, is it like going to Mount Putuo with Monk Jingfu to attend a Dharma meeting?"

For a moment, everyone who heard Jing Yin's statement was silent for a while.

Fanseng really didn't expect that Jingyin would compare himself with the most outstanding monk Jingfu among the young disciples of Jinghaojie, but Jingyin said so, and after thinking about it carefully, there is really no difference.

Thinking like this, Fan Monk really settled down without relying on a little inspiration from the suppression in his heart.

Fan Monk couldn't help raising his head, let his eyes look far away, and saw a tall figure among the hosts and abbots in front of him, slowly fascinated.

Monk Jingfu can return from the South China Sea Putuo Mountain Dharma Conference in a proper way. He is indeed inferior to Monk Jingfu, but can he really learn from Monk Jingfu?

Jingdong and other Buddhist disciples looked at the ordinary monk, and then at Jing Fu who was walking with his teacher in front, but looked even more outstanding, and they were also a little lost in thought.

After a while, it was the Buddha from Miaotan Temple who laughed and said, "Well, you Jingyin, it is really cheeky to compare your Miaoyin Temple to Mount Putuo in the South China Sea."

Jingyin smiled and said, "Yes, I also compared you to the disciples of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas at the Mount Putuo Dharma Conference. How is it? Do you feel very happy?"

With such an interruption, the silence that had shrouded these Buddhist disciples was completely broken.

The Buddha of Miaoli Temple laughed for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help showing a little panic on his face, "You said, after today's evening class is finished, will the teachers give us additional homework later? "

Extra homework?

Jing Yin, Jing Dong, etc. didn't quite understand what he meant, so they all stopped smiling and looked at him.

The Buddhist disciples of Miaoli Temple looked at the abbots and abbots in front of them, tremblingly showing a difficult smile, "Just... after going back, leave some experience and understanding for yourself?"

Jingyin, Jingdong and other Buddhist disciples understood this when they heard this, and looked at each other for a while.

I know I know it, but I can't quite understand it.

Even if the host and the abbot really leave homework for them and ask them to sort out their experience and comprehend and hand it over, it wouldn't be too unusual or embarrassing, right? Why does this junior look like this?

The Buddha's disciple of Miaoli Temple said, "You brothers and sisters don't know, I have always been most afraid of this kind of homework..."

He said with a wry smile, "Every time my master has something to do, he asks me to compile a copy of my experiences and comprehensions for him."

"Things such as experience and comprehension are always up to each person, and except for a momentary epiphany that can make Shen Shen accumulate and change instantly, it is rare to change."

The real experience and understanding are not minds. They always change because of things and people. It always has a root system, just like practice, it has a starting point.Starting from the root system to continuously grow and climb, that is practice.

"But my master has to find new ideas in the experiences and insights I submit every time, otherwise he will send them back for me to make corrections over and over again."

"That's all, but it's not enough for my master to read it by himself. He will also send these experiences and understandings to the Dharma hall in the temple, and let all the uncles and brothers in the temple read them. I..."

Jingdong, Jingyin and other Buddhist disciples did not realize that the daily practice of Buddhist disciples in Miaoli Temple was like this. Now that they heard the Buddhist disciple from Miaoli Temple mention it, they substituted it themselves, and couldn't help trembling.

Bhikkhu Jingdong thought for a while, and reluctantly comforted him, "This way...it's not bad, at least all the brothers and sisters in your monastery will be very...obedient to you..."

The Buddha of Miaoli Temple smiled wryly again, "If they are willing, I can't wait to give up this position."

Do you really think that the position of the Buddha is easy to sit in?

Bhikkhu Jingdong had no choice but to retreat.

Jing Yin thought for a while, and said, "This is really good. Think about it, the brothers and sisters in Miaoli Temple read those experiences and understandings, but how much can they broaden their horizons and calm their minds?"

The Buddhist disciple of Miaoli Temple thought for a while and nodded with difficulty.

The Buddhist disciple of Miaokong Temple also said, "They will probably be very considerate of you."

The Buddha of Miaoli Temple nodded again.

The Buddha of Miao'an Temple smiled and said the same, "Isn't that enough? Brothers in the same temple understand each other and communicate with each other. Don't you live a happy life in practice?"

On the other side, the Buddhist disciples of Miaotan Temple listened for so long, then looked at the Buddhist disciples of Miaoli Temple for a while, and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, the experience and understanding you handed over to the uncle really all come from yourself. ?”

The Buddha of Miaoli Temple coughed lightly, "Not all of them. But this time, I am the only one in Miaoli Temple."

That is to say, many of the experiences and realizations in the hands of the abbot of Miaoli Temple and even on the dharma hall of Miaoli Temple were helped by other disciples of Miaoli Temple?

Jing Yin took a small step back silently, and stood at the same place with the ordinary monk, only followed the presiding officers and abbots ahead, and stopped interjecting among the group of Buddhist disciples.

Fan Monk looked at Jingyin, then at the group of Buddhist disciples, and took an extra step silently, standing between Jingyin and Jingdong.

Jingyin smiled gratefully at Monk Fan.

The monk returned a salute, but didn't say much.

Sure enough, the next moment Jing Yin downplayed his sense of existence, the Buddhist disciple of Miaoli Temple took a deep breath, stopped and bowed directly to Jingdong and other Buddhist disciples, "Please help me, brothers and sisters. "

The faces of the disciples of Jingdong froze for a moment, and they looked at the disciple of Miaoli Temple in disbelief.But it was also because the change happened so quickly that they had no time to react, and they accepted the gift of the Buddha from Miaoli Temple in a down-to-earth manner.

Among their group of disciples, the only two who could escape were Jing Yin and Na Fanseng who saw the opportunity and quickened their pace.

Not only has he received the gift from others, but he is also a familiar face who will definitely deal with him often in the future. He sincerely invites him, and Jingdong and the others have to give him an explanation.

He had no choice but to accept it.

Bhikkhu Jingdong looked around, seeing the more or less wry smiles on the faces of these Buddhist disciples, he couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed.

He was not the only one who was dragged into the water, there were many others.

It's just a piece of experience and understanding, it's just a matter of sorting out one's own income, and they are seven people working together this time.I don't believe that a few words put together by one person can't pay the job...

Wait, seven people!

Jingdong suddenly counted the brothers around him, turned his head straight, and found Jingyin who had been standing far away with that ordinary monk at some point.

The other Buddhist disciples nearby noticed Jingdong's abnormality, and they all looked at Jingdong one after another, and followed Jingdong's gaze to find Jingyin.

Jing Yin noticed their burning eyes, so she raised her head to look around, and smiled at them.

If you are busy slowly, you don't have to count him as one.

After laughing, Jingyin retracted her gaze and walked forward calmly and steadily.

Although Jingdong and the others had already covered it up, the movement on their side hadn't been able to hide from Qingyuan and Qingjian these great monks.

Seeing the situation over there, Abbot Qingyuan explained to Jingyin, "Jingyin's child has been very busy recently, and he doesn't even have much time to practice. I really can't blame him for hiding this time."

The abbot of Miaoli Temple waved his hand and explained to his disciples, "My child is really afraid of being tormented by me, and he is the only disciple in my temple here. I can only arrest these brothers and sisters to help, and please forgive me, brothers and sisters."

Seeing the host, Qing also smiled, "Isn't this a common practice in your lineage? I heard it in a daze, and you also arrested my junior brother Qingheng to help?"

"Cough," the abbot of Miaoli Temple cleared his cough, covered up his embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject, "Actually, it's quite interesting to see the experience and understanding of my disciples. The young disciples are young and hard-working, and they will always be in a certain place. A little bit of a different opinion..."

He met the curious gazes of the hosts and the abbot, thought for a while, and said, "I'll wait for that understanding to be delivered later, and I'll see it with you."

Abbot Qingyuan, Abbot Qingyao and other great monks immediately laughed, "You said this, don't forget it when you look back."

The abbot of Miaoli Temple nodded repeatedly, "I will never forget it, I will never forget it, brothers and sisters, rest assured."

Abbot Qingyuan thought for a while, and asked seriously, "If I say I still want to have a look at your brother's experience back then, I wonder if it's okay?"

Abbot Miaoli Temple's complexion immediately changed exaggeratedly, "No way, Senior Brother Qingyuan, you actually want to read my unbearable history?!"

Abbot Qingyuan snorted twice, "I'm really curious..."

The abbots of Miaotan Temple, Miaokong Temple, Miaoding Temple, Miao'an Temple and other four mountain temples also nodded in unison, "I am also very curious, I wonder if my brother can give me a chance to take a closer look? "

The abbot of Miaoli Temple was even more frightened.

Seeing his expression, the abbots burst into laughter.

Jing Fu didn't talk much, he just listened from the sidelines, and laughed together when he thought it was funny, so he got along very well with the group of hosts and abbots.In the same situation as him, there is Qing Jian as the host.Only monk Hengzhen was an exception.

But Jing Fu also knew that the abbot of Qingjian was actually paying attention to monk Hengzhen all the time.

And he seemed a little... hesitant?

Jing Fu secretly sized up the host Qing Jian.

Qing Jian seemed to be sensitive to the host, and turned his eyes to look at Jing Fu.

Jing Fu smiled and nodded slightly.

Qing Jian also nodded his head, but he seemed to have thought of something, and secretly sent a voice transmission to ask Jing Fu, "Monk Jing Fu, I want to ask you a question."

Jing Fu glanced to the side, saw the monk Hengzhen who was still a little absent-minded, and then replied, "Is it about Patriarch Hengzhen?"

Seeing that the host nodded, it was not surprising that Jing Fu guessed it.

"The Patriarch seems to have lost his way..."

Jing Fu thought for a while, then asked secretly, "The host wants to remind Patriarch Hengzhen?"

Qing Jian nodded again, and sighed, "He is the true founding father of my Tianjing Temple."

Seeing that the host only talked about Tianjing Temple, Qingjian obviously didn't want to force Jingfu to take on this responsibility.

Jing Fu knew it in his heart, so this time he only smiled and asked Qing Jian the host secretly, "Since the host has already made a decision, why are you hesitating here?"

why?Of course it was because of the character of the Hengzhen Patriarch.

Although the host of Qingjian did not answer him, Jing Fu could still see some clues from the silence of the host of Qingjian, so he didn't say much, just waiting for the host of Qingjian to weigh clearly and come up with an idea.

Qingjian thought to himself over and over again in his heart, until the Great Dharma Hall of De Miaoyin Temple came into his eyes from a distance, and he finally made a decision.

Monk Hengzhen was still sorting out the affairs at hand quickly, so as to find the right person to entrust them to pay, but suddenly heard the voice of Qingjian presiding over his ears.

"Grandfather."

Monk Hengzhen raised his head and looked at the presiding officer Qingjian.

Seeing this, Jing Fu took another quick step to catch up with Abbot Qingyuan.

Abbot Qingyuan had obviously noticed the secret communication between him and the host of Qingjian. Seeing Jingfu approaching now, he secretly sent a voice, "Brother Qingjian, do you still want to remind him?"

Jing Fu nodded slightly.

He knew that the inappropriateness of monk Hengzhen actually fell into the eyes of these great monks, and the one who was also concerned by these great monks was Qing Jian, the abbot of Tianjing Temple.

Abbot Qingyuan sighed slightly, and only said to Jing Fu, "I'm afraid senior brother Qingjian's painstaking efforts have not been taken seriously at all."

Abbot Qingyuan didn't want to hear anything from Jing Fu, so after he finished speaking, he continued, "Hengzhen, hmph, is indeed better than that Patriarch Huizhen, but not much better. Where are you going?"

"They really are one person, all the same."

"Greedy, selfish and domineering."

Jing Fu was silent, just pretending that he didn't hear the trace of unhappiness hidden in Abbot Qingyuan's voice.

In fact, even if Monk Hengzhen or that Patriarch Huizhen is the real founder of their Jinghao Realm Buddhism, after counting all the monks in the Jinghao Realm, there are really few people who are completely convinced and respect him.

Abbots Qingyuan and Qingyao are the most stubborn representatives of these people.

Don't you see that monk Hengzhen has been born for so many years, and the six dharma lines of Miaoyin Temple, Miaotan Temple, Miaoding Temple, Miaoli Temple, Miaokong Temple, and Miao'an Temple have never given special courtesy to this patriarch?

Jing Fu felt that the treatment of any other patriarch in Tianjing Temple would be more considerate and generous than his.

But thinking about what Monk Hengzhen has done for so many years, and thinking about the things of the Patriarch Huizhen recorded in the Buddhist history books, Jing Fu can understand.

He didn't really care much about it.

But that's all for monk Hengzhen, and it's really difficult for the presiding officer Qingjian to do in front of this monk.

"Whether you don't care about it or not, I'm afraid Qingjian host has no hope, he's just doing his best."

Abbot Qingyuan was silent for a while, but he agreed, "That's true, if Senior Brother Qingjian really does nothing but just watch like this, I'm afraid he won't be safe."

While the two of them were talking, it seemed that the presiding officer Qingjian and the monk Hengzhen had also reached a conclusion.

The author has something to say: Well, good night, everyone.