"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be..."
When Yang Ji heard the monk murmuring to himself, his brows furrowed into a frown: "Unless they are destined to be my Buddha, they shouldn't come up like this..."
"Little Master, is there any particular value in going up the mountain?"
Yang Ji smiled and picked up a wild pear from the bamboo basket, wiped it and prepared to put it in his mouth. Yang Ji discovered that the young monk's ability may be extraordinary, and some of his thoughts are really out of the ordinary.
Although this place is remote, there are always some people like me passing by this place where counties intersect. It is normal to see such a small temple in the mountains and go up to visit it.
Logically speaking, this young monk should be used to seeing people visiting him and should not make such a fuss.
"have no idea."
The young monk shook his head: "But the young monk has been here for ten years and has never seen a visitor. You are the first one."
"ten years?"
Yang Ji opened his mouth in surprise. Yang Ji realized that he might have misjudged the monk's age:
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-five." The young monk said calmly.
Click!
Yang Ji's jaw almost dropped to the floor. This monk had fair skin, thin skin and tender flesh, and his eyebrows looked very young. I thought he was similar to himself.
%∮,w≧ww.
As a result, Yang Ji discovered that he was five or six years older than him, and he was on the same level as Yang Xuanlan. But looking at his face, you couldn't tell it at all.
"Does studying Buddhism carefully have this effect?"
Yang Ji was in disbelief.
It was in vain that she called him little master, it turned out that he was older than him. And Yang Ji realized that he should know that he was younger than him, but he still called him senior brother.
This is either because he has a somewhat weird personality, or he is unsophisticated and is focused on studying Buddhism and doesn't care about those things at all.
"He said that he has been here for ten years. In other words, he was only fifteen years old when he first came here. Could it be that he is isolated from the world and is still mentally at the age of fifteen. That's why he calls me senior when he looks at me. What if
If that’s the case, it’s no wonder.”
Yang Ji secretly thought. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.
Yang Ji was sitting cross-legged on the ground eating fruit, and the young monk was sitting next to him drinking tea. As Yang Ji looked at him, he found that his face was lost in thought, as if he was still thinking about Buddhist scriptures.
Yang Ji became more and more curious about him. After getting along for a while, Yang Ji gradually discovered that although this young monk had extraordinary abilities, his internal strength was not strong.
Reminiscent of the way he didn't notice when he entered the sutra room where he was transcribing scriptures. Yang Ji found that there seemed to be a big gap between his strength and his imagination. It seemed that he was not that powerful in martial arts.
You must know that it is very dangerous for a martial artist to be forced to such a close distance without realizing it.
Yang Ji became more and more curious about him. And he said that he had been here for ten years, which meant that he was not actually here ten years ago.
Yang Ji felt like he was covered in a layer of mist. It was very mysterious.
Unknowingly, after eating and quenching his hunger, Yang Ji found that it was completely dark outside. It was almost impossible to return to Pingchuan City at such a late hour for eight or nine hundred miles, and he was destined to sleep outside.
.
Moreover, Yang Ji also wanted to find a way to suppress the great Asura from this disciple of the Buddha.
"Little Master, can I stay here for one night?"
Yang Ji opened his mouth and said.
"Amitabha. Buddhism has opened the door for convenience. It is natural for senior brother to stay here. It doesn't matter whether it's one night or several nights."
The young monk pronounced the Buddha's name with a pious expression.
Yang Ji found that he was completely acting in accordance with the precepts of Buddhism.
"Little Master, I just heard that you have been copying scriptures here for ten years. I don't know where you lived ten years ago. Are you from Tianshui County, little senior brother?"
Yang Ji still couldn't change his words.
"No." The young monk shook his head and lit a few oil lamps. The light of the oil lamps reflected the light and shadow, making it look very quiet:
"I have actually forgotten where I am from."
Maybe it’s because he hasn’t spoken to anyone for a long time, and Yang Ji is the only one here. The young monk doesn’t seem to resist, but is slightly interested:
"I only know that my master adopted him and he grew up in the Dafan Temple since he was a child."
"Dafan Temple? The young master is a disciple of the sect?"
Yang Ji was surprised. He didn't expect that the monk looked unremarkable, but he was actually a disciple of the sect like himself. And when he thought about it carefully, he had never heard of Dafan Temple.
Judging from the names, the first thing Yang Ji thought of was the Zhengyi Sect and Yiqi Sect where Wang Zhiyun and Song Ziqi lived. Could this monk be a disciple of that big sect?
But why do disciples of such a large sect come here? And they only copy scriptures here, so their internal strength is so poor?
The young monk nodded, indicating that Yang Ji's guess was correct: "Growing up in the temple, I have been called Brother for many years. I'm used to it and can't change it."
"Then why did you come here? Have you never been back to the sect in ten years?"
Yang Ji couldn't help but said. He finally understood why he kept calling him senior brother.
"No."
The young monk shook his head. It was rare for him to be asked by Yang Ji, and his expression was slightly sad:
"My senior brother and the others are different. I have not been interested in martial arts or martial arts since I was a child. I only care about Buddhist principles and Dharma. The principles are self-contained, and Buddhism and Taoism prohibit killing. After all, they are contrary to the senior brother and the others. The senior brother and the others have always been displeased. Later, there was a martial arts competition in the temple.
, the young monk’s martial arts were too poor, so the master was so angry that he demoted me here and asked me to copy Buddhist scriptures.”
The young monk smiled as he spoke, seemingly unfazed by being punished here.
Yang Ji knew that for someone like him who diligently studied Buddhism, this place was remote, quiet, and undisturbed, which was actually a good place to go, and it was exactly what he wanted.
"However, the young master is wrong in one sentence. It is true that Buddhism does not like killing, but Buddhism does not abstain from killing. The Buddha subdued demons and subdued the heretics, and all relied on killing."
Yang Ji smiled.
"Senior brother, are you also involved in Buddhist scriptures?"
The young monk was stunned, with a surprised look on his face.
"I dabble in it occasionally."
Yang Ji smiled.
"Brother, this is wrong. Buddha and Taoism forbid killing. Buddha burst out from the belly of King Peacock, but King Peacock did not die, but later became the mother of Buddha. Buddha fed eagles and tigers with his body, how could this be possible?
Kill?"
The young monk suddenly became interested. His body was straight and his face was serious, as if he was talking about something important.
"It is true that King Peacock made a false mother, but the Buddha cut open its belly. Is this killing? The Buddha fed eagles and tigers with his body, and cut off his own flesh and blood. Is this killing? Killing does not necessarily require the head to fall to the ground.
This is all killing!"
Yang Ji looked at the young monk and smiled.
"How can this be considered killing?"
The young monk stood upright on his knees, getting excited, and his thoughts finally turned to Yang Ji. This was the first time that Yang Ji saw him so excited, as if he had been greatly stimulated, as if Yang Ji had insulted him.
of his faith.
"Although the Buddha cut open the belly of the Peacock King, it was in order to subdue its evil nature and finally make it see the Buddha nature. It would abandon evil and see good. The Buddha cut off his own flesh and blood, but made the evil beast subdue and hear.
Buddhism opens up wisdom. This is enlightenment and transformation, and what does it have to do with killing?"
The young monk said seriously.
"Haha, killing, the intention to kill is killing. The thought of killing is killing, killing others is killing. Killing oneself is killing. Buddhism and Taoism prohibit killing, then all killing should be abandoned. The so-called killing is to protect life, if
Buddhism and Taoism prohibit killing, so why are there so many Vajras and Arhats to protect the Dharma? These Vajras and Arhats are not holding dishes, right? When did even Vajras and Arhats stop killing?"
Yang Ji said calmly.
"Buddha pays attention to the heart of benevolence in life and obtains the three bodhisattvas. All Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Vajras are like this. Vajras, Arhats, Buddha nature is not profound, and their cultivation is superficial. How can it mean that they have become a Buddha? For example, if someone makes a mistake, does his relative
Can’t even sit still?”
The monk said with a solemn expression, completely treating this as a Buddhist debate.
To be continued...