: No increase in the holy and no decrease in the mortal

Shenxiu thought hard about how to drag Daoran into the discussion.

Unlike other monks in Lingyin Temple, others felt that Shenxiu's inner demons had been brought out, and he was definitely no match for Dao Ran when discussing the Dharma. However, Shenxiu felt that he just didn't understand it for a while last time, and later gained enlightenment after being enlightened by his master.

, is no longer the divine show it once was.

Coupled with the fact that he has become a practitioner, Shenxiu has a mysterious self-confidence and feels that his power is boundless, just like the Buddha.

To put it simply, it is floating.

This is a necessary test for ordinary people who have just stepped into the path of spiritual practice, except for Daoran.

When Daoran was transformed from a mortal to a cultivator after being taught the Dharma for three days, he didn't feel at all disappointed. Because he knew very well that his master was a being who could compete with the great demon king who had turned the world upside down.

What are you talking about? Fahai will knock you to death with a purple golden bowl.

Shenxiu did not have this experience. He had just understood the Buddhist mantra from the Arhat statue and felt that he was a person favored by the Buddha.

In this world, there are no levels of first, second, third or fourth level foundation-building elixir Yuanying, which makes Shenxiu unable to accurately judge the gap between himself and Daoran, so he has a great advantage in my opinion.

Daoran was aware of Shenxiu's thoughts and understood that others also wanted him to have a peak showdown with Shenxiu. But Daoran didn't want to cause trouble. He had already found the location of the abbot of Lingyin Temple, which was in the center of the third floor of the floating platform.

I was with some old monks from Lingyin Temple.

The distance is not very far, but there are many people in between.

From Dao Ran's point of view, this Zen Master Daoji looked like an eminent monk, but he didn't feel there was anything extraordinary about him.

A practitioner's aura cannot be concealed. Unless he has become an immortal or a Buddha, and can control his magic power perfectly, it is possible to pretend to be a mortal without leaking any flaws.

The flawless golden body mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures is a state that can only be achieved by eradicating all worries and achieving Bodhi. Fa Hai is still not even close to that.

Unless this Zen Master Daoji is an incarnation of a Bodhisattva, he is probably just a mortal.

"He is not a cultivator, but he manages Lingyin Temple in such a way that he is possessed by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. This Zen Master Daoji has no ability, right? How could Fahai let me practice with him? That's all, just send the letter."

Daoran had long been impatient when he heard Shenxiu debating scriptures with others. After finding his target, he squeezed towards where Zen Master Daoji was.

Daoran's move shocked the entire venue.

Even the man who was discussing the Dharma with Shenxiu couldn't help but look in Dao Ran's direction, fearing that he had said something wrong and made this man take action.

Although everyone knew that Daoran did not say anything, as long as he spoke, the monks who had just received the favor each gave one, which was enough for Daoran to talk until nightfall.

Could it be that Master Daoran finally couldn't bear it anymore?

Daoran really couldn't help but speak, but what he said was: "Amitabha, please excuse me."

The great monk in front of Daoran had already held the fortune stick in his hand and was about to hand it over. When he heard this, he was stunned.

Why, it’s not easy to talk in this position. Do you want to change to the upwind position?

Daoran passed a few places and said to the person blocking the road in front of him: "Amitabha, please let me know."

There was a speechless scene at the Dharma discussion conference. Hundreds of bald heads looked at Dao Ran silently, watching him move forward little by little in the crowd, forgetting even the main business.

Shenxiu frowned, not understanding what this demonic monk was going to do to confuse people.

Daoran didn't care about that much and kept moving towards the goal. After spending some time, he finally made it halfway.

At this time, everyone saw clearly that Daoran was heading towards the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

In this wave, is it possible to capture the thief first and capture the king first?

Shenxiu couldn't help but clenched her fists, what was this demon monk going to do to the master?!

The abbot of Lingyin Temple still looked calm and calm, but no one knew that the palms of his hands holding the rosary beads had begun to sweat.

"It's over, it's over, why is he walking towards me? Did he find out that I am fake?"

Thanks to Daoji Zen Master, who has been playing the role conscientiously for several years and has experienced many similar scenes, this failed scholar can still maintain his composure on the surface.

But if something unexpected happens again, it will be hard to say.

No one else noticed this performance, but they couldn't hide it from Dao Ran.

"What's going on? Just a mortal, Zen Master Daoji is still trembling?" Dao Ran felt more and more that the situation was abnormal.

Just when Daoran was about to speak, the monk Shenxiu on the high platform in the center of the floating platform finally couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly to Daoran: "Master Daoran, please stay!"

No matter what, he must not be allowed to move forward.

Daoran turned his head, looked at the high platform, and said strangely: "Amitabha, what do you think of Brother Shenxiu?"

Shenxiu was completely confused by this confident response. You have already gone to my master. Why do you ask for advice?!

In Shenxiu's view, a monster monk who relies on magic to confuse the people will definitely find ways to get rid of Lingyin Temple, so that no one can compete with him in Hangzhou City.

This Dharma discussion conference did not go to the stage to discuss Dharma, but went directly to the abbot of Lingyin Temple. He showed his uneasy and good intentions, and now he still looks innocent.

How can this person be so shameless?!

Shenxiu took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said to Daoran: "Master Daoran, you are a holy monk praised by everyone in Hangzhou. Why did you say nothing at the Dharma conference? Are we not worthy of arguing with the master?"

Does it discuss the Dharma?"

These words are quite heartbreaking, as they are intended to sow discord between Daoran and other monks.

Daoran clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, because the young monk didn't say anything. The young monk is a guest from afar. How can a guest break the master's rules?"

This answer was so perfect that no one present could make any sense.

You can't speak if your sign is gone. The rules are set by your Lingyin Temple.

Shenxiu clenched his fists again, and couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart. He only blamed those uncles for their unnecessary actions, and now they were shooting themselves in the foot.

Shenxiu suppressed this thought and continued: "It doesn't matter, Master Daoran, you have given your lot to others. It is such a generous act. I believe that everyone will not be dissatisfied if I make an exception for you. No, not only will it not happen

We are not satisfied, I believe you are still looking forward to Master Daoran for you to be able to give us some guidance."

As long as Daoran can rise to the challenge, Shenxiu is confident that he can defeat him and make the monster monk feel ashamed and admit defeat in front of everyone. Then his method of deceiving people will naturally be defeated.

Daoran looked around and saw that none of the monks participating in the Dharma Conference seemed to have any objections to this statement.

The first is that he is grateful and feels that a person as generous as Daoran should not be restricted by the lottery. The second is that he has the mentality of watching the excitement and hopes that Daoran can have a debate with Shenxiu and decide who is the best.

Daoran took in all this and sighed: "In that case, I will ask Senior Brother Shenxiu a few questions."

Shenxiu's expression suddenly became serious, he concentrated all his energy and said to Daoran: "Master Daoran, please give me the question."

Daoran stretched out his hand and pointed to a bronze mirror on the high platform, which was a decorative item at the venue. Daoran pointed to the bronze mirror and asked: "Excuse me, Brother Shenxiu, no matter what is placed in front of this mirror, it will be reflected.

no?"

"Of course." Shenxiu replied immediately.

Daoran asked again: "After moving things away, is there any lingering shadow on the mirror?"

"No... the poor monk understands that this is what happens when things come, and the past is not left behind. Master Daoran is indeed profound in Buddhism." Shenxiu replied confidently.

After hearing this, all the monks were suddenly enlightened.

A small mirror actually contains this kind of Zen feeling. Listening to the answers between these two people, I really benefited a lot.

Monk Daoran asked cleverly, and Monk Shenxiu answered quickly. It was a perfect match.

Daoran didn't pay attention to Shenxiu's answer, but continued to ask: "If Zen Master Daoji, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, stands in front of the mirror, will the mirror reflect him more clearly because he is a virtuous monk?"

"Won't."

Shenxiu still answered immediately, but after finishing speaking, he frowned and felt something was wrong.

As expected, Daoran went on to say: "Senior brother is right, the bronze mirror will not become clear because the eminent monk comes to look in the mirror, nor will it become blurred because the beggar comes to look in the mirror. You will not be happy when you live with saints, and you will not be happy when you live with ordinary people.

Worry, this is the truth that there is no increase in the saints and no decrease in the mortals. Senior Brother Shenxiu, do you understand that you are wrong?"

Shenxiu was silent for a moment, clasped his hands together and said, "I have learned a lesson."

Some of the monks didn't understand, but soon Shenxiu said with shame: "A mirror can treat everyone equally. In order to force you, my junior fellow apprentice, to discuss the Dharma with me, the poor monk actually used your special status as an excuse to sabotage the Dharma discussion."

It’s the rules of the conference. It’s a poor monk’s fault to act like this.”

After hearing this, all the monks came to their senses and remembered what they had just said. Every one of them looked ashamed, and then they all said to Daoran in unison: "Amitabha, poor monk, please accept my instruction."

Daoran saluted in return, then turned around and walked towards the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

This time, no one should stop me anymore.

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ps: This section is an adaptation of a story in "Zen Koan". Xiaopoujie definitely doesn't have the ability to create this type of dialogue, so ninety-nine times the following dialogues are taken from various Buddhist scriptures.

Yes, let me explain first.

I can't help but complain, "It's 100,000 words, but I don't even have 500 collections. Is this book really that bad? If this goes on, I won't even be able to get it, so I really don't know what to do."
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