"Hello, Zen Master Zhikong. I am Lu Li. I am a disciple of the Maoshan Tianshi Dao, and I am a student of Jin Jiuling, the Northern Sect of Maoshan..." I clasped my hands and clasped my fists, and hurriedly walked to the old man. After hearing this, Zen Master Zhikong was slightly startled, and then he looked slightly embarrassed.
He looked up and down in shock, and then said: "Are you a disciple of Maoshan?"
"Exactly." I said and nodded quickly.
"Have you met my master?" He nodded meaningfully and asked again.
As soon as these words came out, I was stunned, and then I remembered that the old man said that his family's ancestor must be the old man in the mountains. If calculated in this way, the old man must have lived in this world for at least one hundred and thirty years.
Bar.....
I was thinking in my mind, feeling a little surprised. I nodded and recounted to him what I had encountered on the stone wall in the mountain. When the old man learned that the old man in the mountain had gone, he couldn't help but sigh, and then he put his palms together and said to me
: "You came at a good time. The poor monk is the Zen Master Zhikong you are looking for. What you saw on the stone wall in the mountain is the poor monk's lay master."
"Is this old man also a treasure-suppressant?" I nodded and asked.
"A hundred years ago, he was considered a master. In terms of his ability to suppress treasures and spirits, he was unrivaled for hundreds of years. However, when he reached middle age, he saw through the world of mortals. After being enlightened by an expert, he decided to become a Taoist priest."
The other party said, stood up with support, patted the dust on his body and motioned for us to follow him in.
In the middle is the Mahavira Hall. This Mahavira refers to the Buddha Sakyamuni. I followed the old monk in. I was surprised to find that the Mahavira Hall was not as dilapidated as I had imagined. The gilded Buddha was shining brightly, and there could be two people there.
Lai Gao, put one hand in front of the abdomen, and the other hand is in Buddhist mudra.
Although the entire sculpture still follows the special style of Buddhist architecture in Southeast Asia, the lines of clothing and clothing have a lot more flavor of Han sculpture. It is estimated that this thing should be from the Wei and Jin Dynasties after the Han Dynasty.
As for when things were renovated, I can’t say clearly. In short, it should be not that far ago.
The man holding the treasure is really rich. Looking at the gleaming Buddha, I was thinking. Back then, I was interested in religious knowledge, so when I went out to play, I would go to every temple. Except for some, I had a group of part-time jobs.
Outside of the scenic spots where monks cheat money, there are real monks in ancient temples that were built by the Qing Dynasty for thousands of years. It is rare to see such bejeweled Buddhist temples.
Thinking of this, I turned to look at the old monk. The old monk picked up a few sandalwood sticks on the incense table, lit them with a longevity candle, and while offering incense to the Buddha devoutly, he muttered to me: "This,
How many years have passed in a flash? The last time I went into the mountains, I went
I met my master and encountered some trivial matters on the way. At that time, the old monk's body was still good, so I thought about it and carried some firewood and rice for him. Who would have thought that this old man had learned the Taoist method of insulating grain and breathing, and he could not do anything at all.
Stop eating in the mountains
Staying for a few days, except for my own food, I can save the money for those ghost-faced monkeys. It's a bit interesting to say that. I think he has been doing some good things for hundreds of years, but I just heard what you said, but he failed. Maybe,
This is life, these years,
The business of holding treasure is not as easy as before. Many disciples take desperate risks and violate the rules left by their ancestors. They rob and dig graves, kill people and set fires. The cause and effect have already been determined when they did something wrong. This is fate.
It cannot be changed by humans."
"Old people also believe in numerology?" I said with a smile, standing aside with my hands down.
"Believe it or not, there is no numerology in front of the Buddha. The result you get is determined by what you have done before. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. All dharmas are empty, only the result.
Not empty, this life
If I don't hold you in my arms, I won't be able to escape in the next life. Even if you have great abilities, you won't be able to escape." The monk said, holding the incense table tremblingly, and then turned to look at me: "Little donor, you understand me.
What do you mean?"
"Understand, it's just like the Venerable Moggallana in front of the Buddha's statue. Although he has supreme supernatural powers, he can't avoid being stoned to death." I said, looking up at the Buddha statue, and for a moment, I also
I don’t know what it feels like.
When the other party heard this, he was stunned again, as if he was surprised that I would say such a thing. As for the little fat bull, he was full of questions, but it was not very good to explain to them at this time. Thinking of this
, I put my palms together and asked the old monk if he could come with me.
The old monk heard this and said with a smile: "Two donors, don't worry, that person is not far from here, but it's not convenient to meet him now. If possible, please go ahead."
Stay here, and I will ask someone to bring you two to meet early tomorrow morning."
The old monk said, and bowed to me with his hands clasped together, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. I thought it would be a good thing to stay here after a tiring journey, so I followed the old monk's wishes and stayed.
The little monk got peanuts and was not scolded by the master. He was obviously happy. He was holding the broom in his hand and wearing a gray monk's robe with several large patches. He led the way from the front and quickly took us to the guest room.
There are no special furnishings in the three-room room, but overall, it is very clean. It should be used by the temple to entertain donors who come to add incense and fulfill their wishes.
"Little Master, why didn't I see the merit box in your temple?" I said with a smile while sitting on the bedside looking at him.
"Almsgiver, the young monk just said that the monks in our monastery have the precept not to catch money. The master said that although the temple property is small, they are not worried about their livelihood. Nowadays, the Zen sect is unfortunate. All the temples in various places are amassing money and catching gold in various names.
It goes against the tenets of Buddhism, so I opened the merit box a long time ago to avoid trouble." The little monk said, clasping his hands together and looking very sincere. His naive look reminded me of Shi Xiaolong a long, long, long time ago...
"Do you know kung fu?" I asked with a kind smile.
"Hey, Master taught me a little bit." The other party said, touching his head and showing a very shy smile. I nodded and sincerely invited him to perform a performance for us. On the other hand, I called
Ask people outside to help bring something over.
Out of habit, I still don’t like to owe people too much, so what I asked people to bring was just some rice noodles, peanuts, and potatoes and sweet potatoes, which are often useful food. Since money is not caught in the temple, then, these things
It should be harmless. Thinking of this, I already feel a bit of admiration in my heart. Today, when the Shaolin Temple is like this, there are really not many monks with such moral character and restraint like the old man and the young man.