The Monk

Chapter 808 Monk Pays Homage to the Mountain

Zhang Tianfang thought about it and replied: "Okay, let's go see why the little monk is here. Yijie, it's interesting, but I don't know which one he is guarding." "It seems like you know a lot." Zhang Pa mocked him and floated into the woods.

Release your spiritual sense, find the little monk, and follow him all the way. The little monk's speed is not very fast, he takes one step at a time, the distance of each step is the same, the time of each step is the same, and he walks towards the stone wall slowly.

Zhang Pa took a look and thought there was a chance. Not to mention that he was also here to think about stealing treasures, then this monk is very interesting.

Yijie knew that he was following behind, and he didn't say anything or turn around, as if the two had been walking together, and just walked in. A quarter of an hour later, the familiar pressure of the big turtle appeared in front of him. Zhang Pa kindly reminded him: "Be careful, there is a master in front." Yijie stopped and bowed sideways, saying: "Thank you for your kind reminder, but in my mind, there are only great virtues of the Buddha's teachings, and there is no such thing as secular masters." Whether the little monk spoke or walked, he followed the requirements of the law in a strict manner, for fear of losing etiquette. After he finished speaking, the big turtle spoke up: "Where did this fake monk come from to speak nonsense? Could it be that all things in the world only have life because of monks? Absurd!" As the words rang out, the green turtle appeared in front of the two of them, stopped ten meters away, and looked at Zhang Pa coldly: "I said you are not allowed to come in. Since you don't believe me, I will make you believe it in a while." He turned his eyes back to Yijie and said: "Little monk, this is Monster Mountain, not your temple. I will let you go this time because you are a monk. Go out." Yijie bowed and saluted: "Yijie greets Lingsheng. May I ask what Lingsheng's name is." He called the turtle a spiritual life, which means he raised it to the same level as humans, and he was polite and considerate, which made the turtle very satisfied. He said in a gentle voice: "My last name is Gui, and it's the name of osmanthus. Gui, whose name is Yannian. "

"Yijie greets Mr. Gui." The little monk bowed again, and then said in a deep voice: "I am here only to fulfill the master's wish. I will not stay, make trouble, or kill. I am just here to pay tribute to the ancestors."

The turtle's face changed, and after thinking for a while, he said: "There are only monsters and no people in Monster Mountain, so where do the ancestors come from?"

"Master has never been wrong in his life. He said that someone once lived here, and that someone really lived here. When Master passed away, he once said that there were his close friends and his beloved in the mountain. It was a karma that he could not give up no matter how much he prayed to Buddha. It was a debt and a favor. Master said that he could not explain it clearly. If I succeed in meditation in the future, I can come to pay tribute to him, which can also be regarded as understanding the world. He also reminded me not to enter the courtyard without permission, but only to pay tribute from a distance." Yijie said slowly, word by word.

After hearing this, the turtle asked after a long while, "What's your master's name?" Yijie replied, "Master is just Master, why does he have a name? Master and I live in a small room in the mountains, and we have never seen anyone in our lives. I call him Master, and I don't know any other names." "What does your master look like?" The turtle asked another question. "Master has kind eyes and a pretty face. When Master preaches, even a vicious tiger can learn to sit cross-legged and seek goodness, but Master doesn't allow it. He said that you should eat meat. If you abandon the essence, the thousands of creatures in the world will become fewer and fewer, which is a great sin." Yijie talked about his master with respect and yearning. The turtle saw that he couldn't get anything out of him, and the little monk looked like a believer, so he nodded and said, "Then you go, but I want to follow." Yijie put his hands together and said, "Thank you for your help, sir. It's troublesome." He has a very good temper and believes what others say. After speaking, he turned around and continued to move forward. Just as Zhang Pa was about to catch up, the turtle stared at him coldly and said, "Get out."

Zhang Pa shook his head: "You can just go and watch the fun, why can't I watch?" He quickly followed Yijie. The turtle's eyes were wide open, and he was about to get angry. Zhang Pa hurriedly asked the little monk: "What is your Yijie?"

Yijie listened to his question and stopped before answering: "Master said that I am bloodthirsty and murderous. This Yijie is to abstain from killing. I want my disciples to seek the Buddha's heart throughout their lives, and to be kind in all thoughts, and not to harm the lives of other animals."

This sentence scared Zhang Pa. In addition to the function of ranking the seniority, the Dharma names of monks are mostly what they want to seek or what they want to pursue, so they use the name to record. If the little monk abstains from killing, how bloodthirsty must this guy be?

The big turtle was also a little surprised. He was curious about the origin of Yijie, so he didn't hit Zhang Pa. At this time, he had forgotten that Zhang Pa was next to him. There was only one thing in his mind, that the little monk was bloodthirsty. Would it be a problem if he took him to the master's residence? It was difficult to make a decision for a while. This was the first time that the big turtle encountered such a difficult problem.

The little monk answered, and seeing that the two had no more questions, he turned around and continued walking. His face was calm, and he didn't care what Zhang Pa and the big turtle were thinking. Zhang Pa hurried to catch up, sighing in his heart. This is a great man, neither happy nor sad, without desire or demand, all worldly things are just a passing cloud to him, but is it interesting to live like this?

He had seen many Buddhists, one by one, except for Kong Duan, he didn't have a deep relationship with him and didn't know him well. Other Buddhists all had an ordinary side, either joking or angry, and there were also fat monks who talked nonsense and old monks who acted arbitrarily, at least people knew that this was a human being. But Yi Jie, there was no human spirit at all, like a puppet that was worshipped by fireworks. And this puppet seemed to be very bloodthirsty, which was also a trick of fate.

The two of them were walking in front. Wu Gui hesitated for a moment and then followed. At this time, he was not urging Zhang Awei to get out. At least Zhang Awei would not kill indiscriminately. He was praying that this little monk who was determined to abstain from killing would never be killed by the monster. The mountains are going crazy. As I was walking, I thought of a question and asked, "Your master said that you can come and worship his friend only if you have achieved success in meditation. What does it mean to be successful in meditation?"

Yijie stopped and turned sideways and replied: "My current appearance is that I have achieved success in meditation." After answering, he turned around and continued walking.

The big turtle wanted to ask again, but was stopped by Zhang Awei: "Let's go to the place and ask together. Aren't you tired from walking and stopping?" The turtle glared at him angrily, but he followed his suggestion, and the two of them were silent. Walking through the woods.

It was just walking. After a while, Zhang Ping realized something was wrong. This little monk was so awesome! Along the way, each step was the same distance and the same time, but it happened to be lifeless. Each step was perfectly integrated into the mountains, forests and vegetation. He was the vegetation and leaves. Every foot landed where it should, as if The only purpose of that piece of land from ancient times to the present is to wait to be trampled on by him.

Zhang was very angry. Do you need to be so exaggerated? I turned my head to pay attention to the turtle, and I felt even more depressed at first glance. Every step the big turtle took was paddling its limbs, not taking steps, as gracefully and casually as the willows blown by the wind. The little monk walked with no life, but the big tortoise walked with too much life. His limbs moved like flowing clouds and flowing water. Each point and every move created a wonderful picture, always looking full of life.

Zhang was afraid that he would become even more angry. He was just walking, but why did he do it so violently? With the contrasting stimulation of these two things, Zhang was also thinking about how he should walk so as not to be weaker than the two of them, but after thinking about it for a while, he was so depressed that he couldn't walk anymore! I almost tripped myself.

So, Zhang Ai, who had forgotten how to walk, followed a turtle and an otherworldly monk towards the mountains with a lot of anger. After a while, they arrived at their destination. The young monk came here just for the stone wall. He stopped in front of the valley and looked around. He was curious about the desolation and damage of the place. How could it be like this?

The master said that this place is a beautiful courtyard, with deep courtyards, willow trees, and a clear spring and a green lake. Not only are these things missing, but a huge dilapidated stone wall stands in front of him. He turned to look at the turtle and asked. : "Mr. Gui, I have a question for you, the young monk."

The big turtle shook his head and said, "There is no need to be so polite. Master, just speak out if you have anything to say."

Zhang was afraid that what he heard was unbalanced. Wu Gui was such a bastard. He turned a little monk into a master, but I was still a follower?

Yijie ignored Zhang Awei's thoughts and asked directly: "Speaking of the blue sea and mulberry fields, the sea ten thousand years ago will become the high mountains it is today. Dare I ask if this place has gone through such a change? The mountains and rivers in the past have turned into stone mountains in front of us. ?”

The big turtle was stunned when he heard this, and asked in surprise: "How do you know there is water here?" Hearing this answer that was not an answer, Yi Jie seemed to have some enlightenment, and whispered: "No wonder I feel that there is the power to change the world here. , I think it is a great magical power that has sealed this place, but the young monk is ignorant and cannot see the mysterious realm of Amitabha."

Having said that, there were no more questions. He moved his Zen steps down and walked into the valley majestically. He closed his eyes for a moment, opened his eyes and walked directly in front of the black stone wall. He dusted the hem of the monk's robe and ignored whether there was any dust on the ground. Solemnly and conscientiously, he knelt down slowly, bowed his head to the stone wall, clasped his palms together, and recited some sutras in his mouth. A ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared behind him, appearing sacred and solemn and not to be offended.

Zhang Awei secretly said: What a grand occasion. Feeling movement around him, he tilted his head and saw the big turtle lying on the ground with all five limbs, closing his eyes and worshiping seriously, but he didn't know who he was worshiping.

Well, there were three people here, including two Shinto guys. He was too embarrassed to be too playful, so he stopped joking. He didn't need to imitate the tortoise and the monk to kneel down so seriously. He dusted off the dust on his body, tilted his head slightly towards the stone wall, and said to himself: "No matter if there is anyone inside or not, no matter who you are, Zhang is here to see you."

What I was thinking in my heart was like this, and after a moment I thought about myself. I wonder if anyone will worship me like this after I am gone?

There is never a shortage of excitement in the mountains, with endless sounds such as insects chirping, birds chirping, beasts flying, leaves falling. But at this moment, in this valley, all sounds disappeared without a trace, the earth was quiet, and a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere spread out from the young monk, slowly, bit by bit, spreading out, covering thousands of people on the ground. Creatures. This breath is just peaceful, calming everything down. There is no legendary precious light, precious aura, umbrellas and fragrant canopies, no strange fragrance blooming on the platform of thousands of flowers, no ten thousand Buddhas appearing in the body, and no sight of the Buddha's voice, Sanskrit, chanting, and Tathagata rising in the sky. All of these are gone. There was nothing, only a young monk and his low-pitched chanting.