Talk about the world of mortals in detail

I thought that Xiangshan Zen Monastery was a place with true Buddhist teachings, and the abbot master was so compassionate that he could accommodate me, but I didn’t expect that he still couldn’t tolerate me!

However, although the monk was a little depressed, he was not unable to let go.

After all, he had just killed so many people, and it was unclear whether that wave of people was all of them, or just a part of them.

Maybe someone will come looking for him in the future, which may bring trouble to the monks in the Xiangshan Zen Monastery.

So even if Master Abbot didn't send someone to catch him, the monk himself wouldn't stay too long, but he didn't expect him to leave immediately tomorrow.

The monk no longer thought about it, strung all the iron beads together, looked up and down before putting them on his neck.

"Dang. Dang."

The sound of the bells from Xiangshan Zen Temple means that it is time for the monks in the temple to rest, and it is also time for the pilgrims in the temple to rest.

The monk stood up, looked outside the door, and then walked out. All the monks in Xiangshan Zen Monastery had returned to their dormitories. Except for him, a fake monk, no other monks dared to hang out again.

Although it has fallen into the night, the moonlight is bright enough to illuminate things on the earth tonight.

"That's all, take refuge elsewhere!"

Being a monk does eliminate a lot of worries. A simple statement that the world is over can cut off most of the misery. It seems like a heavy burden has been lifted off at once, but it cannot be all of it.

After the monk returned to his room, he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, chanting the four words "My Buddha is compassionate" all night long.

It seems that as soon as you close your eyes and open them, it's already rooster crow time.

The monk got up and tidied the bed, then he picked up a monk's bag and slung it over his shoulder, opened the door and walked out.

The sky was not even bright, it was still very dark. Almost all the pilgrims and travelers staying overnight in the temple had not gotten up. Only a few monks got up at about the same time to prepare for their work, check the temple, or prepare breakfast.

Ding Feixiong didn't have any nostalgia. He left the monk's residence and walked to the front yard step by step. Since he was asked to leave the next day, he should leave at dawn.

"Chirp. Chirp." "Chirp."

"Chirp chirp chirp. chirp"

A crisp sound of birdsong was very obvious in the quiet temple at this moment. The sound of birdsong was high, low and slightly urgent.

Ding Feixiong turned around a courtyard wall and saw someone standing at the corner of the wall.

Shi Sheng rubbed the steamed bun residue with half a piece of hardened steamed bun and spread it on the ground to feed the birds.

Birds in winter are short of food, and several of them have gathered here.

But two of the birds that were pecking at the scraps got into a fight for some unknown reason, and for a while they pecked each other fiercely.

The two birds were going back and forth, flapping their wings and fighting nearby, startling the other birds and either flying up or avoiding them.

"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel."

Shi Sheng was shouting there, but the two birds were fighting so fiercely that it was impossible to listen to the words.

Other birds either jumped down or went around the two birds to peck at the steamed bun residue, or simply chirped a little further away, as if watching the excitement.

"Master, stop them fighting!"

When Yi Shuyuan came over, he saw the bird whose feathers had been pecked off. He ignored the master and the apprentice and beat them until they were stunned, then he said to Shi Sheng.

"Birds can't understand human speech. If you want to break up a fight, you have to learn how birds speak. It's up to Master!"

After the words fell, Yi Shuyuan covered his mouth with a folding fan and made a sound. The sound was the same as the chirping of these birds.

"Chirp chirp chirp. chirp"

But the two birds were still hitting each other, so Yi Shuyuan changed his call and increased his volume.

After a few sounds, the birds fighting on the ground separated, but the two birds chatted around the small bowl and frequently flew around at low altitude, as if looking for the third party in the quarrel.

Ding Feixiong was surprised to see it from a distance, so he couldn't help but take a few steps closer. This Confucian scholar could actually make bird calls that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Unexpectedly, it was okay for the scholar-child to be making noise nearby for so long. Ding Feixiong just took a few steps closer, and all the birds "cluttered" and flapped their wings and flew away.

As soon as the movement came out, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng both turned around and looked behind them, and saw a monk a dozen steps away.

Although it shouldn't be a big deal, Ding Feixiong was somewhat embarrassed and could only clasp his hands and perform a Buddhist salute.

"The poor monk is rude!"

Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands and said.

"The birds are short of food and will fly back to eat after a while."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan looked the monk up and down.

"Isn't this master a monk in the temple? Is he leaving?"

"As the donor said, the poor monk is not a monk from Xiangshan Temple. He has stayed for some time and is preparing to leave today."

Yi Shuyuan put away his folding fan and approached the monk.

"Monks all like to call people donors, but I have never given anything to you, how can I be worthy of being a donor?"

The monk was surprised at the moment because the person in front of him was all gray. At the moment, he was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

After all, he is not a real monk, does not understand many Buddhist principles, and does not even have the opportunity to read Buddhist scriptures.

"Shi Sheng, why do you think the monk calls everyone a benefactor?"

Shi Sheng ran over with half a piece of steamed bun. He looked at the monk in front of him. Although he had killed so many people at night yesterday, there was no viciousness or evil aura about him this time.

"Master, I think some people may call donors while others don't, which shows that they treat each other differently. You said that Buddhism requires equal treatment, but some monks even if they don't know, they just call each other by mouth. got used to."

"Also, hehe, when I wanted to eat sweets, I would coax my mother to say that she is the best, she loves me the most, and I will definitely give me candy. Sometimes she is soft-hearted and gives it to me. Anyone the monk calls is a donor, and it can inspire People are giving!”

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Anymore?"

"besides."

Shi Sheng frowned and fell into thought.

Ding Feixiong on the side couldn't help but think in his heart at the moment, but he couldn't think of an answer for a long time. He felt that the child had already said the previous points very well.

"Master, I can't believe it!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, looked at Ding Feixiong on one side, and then looked at the place where the steamed bun residue had just been scattered. The frightened bird had already flown back and was pecking at the scraps. There was no fight at all.

"Actually, no matter whether there is alms to the monks or not, everyone has a time to give. My parents gave me when I was born and raised me. Giving a little alms to poor people when I meet them is alms. Relatives and friends helping each other are alms. It is the moment of compassion. Sympathy and praying for others is also charity."

"There are very few sentient beings in this world who are truly hard-hearted. If they don't give to monks, they will always give to others. Therefore, with the wisdom of Buddhism, anyone can be called a donor!"

Shi Sheng nodded and made a mental note.

On the other hand, Ding Fei Xiong was shaken in his heart and had goosebumps on his body. This is Buddhist philosophy!

"Thank you so much for the alms, the poor monk has learned a lesson!"

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed solemnly to Yi Shuyuan with gratitude.

With this bow, the string of heavy iron beads fell down. Shi Sheng was so close, and he was curious when looking at the beads, wondering if they were really iron.

Yi Shuyuan returned the gift at this moment and asked with a smile.

"Master, after talking for so long, you still don't know your Dharma name?"

"I am a poor monk who has no name, has not learned the Dharma, and does not understand the principles of Buddhism. I am really ashamed!"

"Oh, since choosing to become a monk means leaving behind your past life, I won't ask any more questions, but you don't have a Dharma name, so I'll tell you that you can't become a monk, right?"

"Donor, you can call me that if you want to!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"I, Yi Shuyuan, since you are leaving the temple, let's go for a walk together."

With that said, Yi Shuyuan was already walking towards the front yard. Ding Feixiong was slightly startled and realized that the other person was just taking a walk, so he followed him subconsciously.

"The donor should be a person who worships Buddha regularly, knows Buddhist principles and is familiar with the scriptures. Can you give me a guide to a poor monk who can convert me to the Buddha and become a monk?"

It was already dawn, but there were really few people in the temple. Only Yi Shuyuan and Ding Feixiong were walking together, plus a stone student who would run away from time to time.

"Master, do you want to be a real monk or a fake monk?"

Ding Feixiong thought Yi Shuyuan was being sarcastic, but before he could explain, he heard Yi Shuyuan continue.

"A true monk in Dayong needs to have a certificate recognized by the imperial court, he needs to have a foothold to check, and he needs to have a temple to stay in."

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Ding Feixiong.

"There are so many fake monks. There are nearly a hundred monks in Xiangshan Temple, and more than half of them don't have any ultimatums, and they don't miss you as a master."

Ding Feixiong smiled mockingly.

"It's not easy to be a monk. It seems I can only be a fake monk."

The two of them walked very slowly and talked while walking through the park on one side of the courtyard. When they learned that the monk hardly understood any scriptures, Yi Shuyuan suddenly said with a smile.

"Although Yi does not practice Buddhism, he does understand it somewhat. Master, how about I teach you a rare Buddhist scripture?"

Of course, one should not make an easy decision to find an inheritor, but the Buddhist scriptures were originally chanted all the time. In Yi Shuyuan's opinion, if the animals in the mountains can hear it, so can Ding Feixiong.

"Please teach me, sir!"

Ding Feixiong no longer uses the word "donor" here. Since he means "teaching", let's call him "sir"!

"I'll just say it once. Just listen. It's best if you remember it. It doesn't matter if you don't remember it!"

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan walked to the foot of a tree in the garden, paused slightly and then spoke.

"Yi liked to travel around a lot. He once stayed in an abandoned house on a barren mountain. There was a small temple in the house, only two feet wide and high. There was a clay Bodhisattva standing in the temple."

What Yi Shuyuan said at this meeting had nothing to do with Buddhist scriptures, but Ding Feixiong listened patiently and his mind became calmer.

"In the middle of the night, when I went out to take a nap, I suddenly saw animals in the mountains kowtowing in front of the temple. I suddenly felt that it was extremely magical, so I stopped for a moment, as if I could hear the Buddha's voice. This is the Unknown Sutra, and Listen to me."

Yi Shuyuan looked at Ding Feixiong, then looked into the distance. He saw Zhaoli looking far away by the wall of the main hall but not daring to come close, so he nodded slightly towards that side.

Monk Zhaoli felt happy and hurried over, and Yi Shuyuan also spoke again at this moment.

"Those who behave virtuously will be able to approach others, and they will be able to open the door to the wonders of the world. They can see themselves at ease, without fear or evil."