The old monk Kujue was still sitting cross-legged on the top of the unknown hill, picking his feet and asking in a nonchalant manner: "Is Linzi fun?"
Not far away, Monk Jingli, who was sitting neatly on a clean stone slab, had a lingering fear on his face: "Linzi is so scary."
"Without Master by my side, you really can't protect me...you are young after all." Ku Jue sighed and sneered again: "What old guy can't bully you? Why is it so scary? Let me tell you."
Monk Jingli pursed his lips and said, "A group of women touched me."
“Haha, what is this?” As soon as Ku Jue said these dismissive words, he finally realized what the disciple had said.
He stopped laughing immediately.
His backhand was a slap on the bald head of Monk Jingli, leaving five fingerprints dipped in mud: "You little bastard is having so much fun!?"
He became more and more angry as he thought about it. He got up and rolled up his sleeves: "Two heartless bastards! Your master is drinking white porridge here, while you are drinking flower wine in Linzi!"
Jingli held his head in his hands, but asked blankly: "What is drinking flower wine?"
"You're still showing off to me!" Ku Jue was so angry that he jumped up and down: "If I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know what it means to respect the elderly..."
He suddenly put on a smile, touched Monk Jingli's bright forehead, and his tone became very soft: "Respecting the old and loving the young is also a kind of compassion. As monks, we walk in the world and want to go up.
You must be worthy of heaven, you must be worthy of earth, you must be worthy of the Buddha in your heart, and you must be worthy of all living beings. Do you understand?"
Monk Jingli blinked ignorantly, his long eyelashes covering his innocent eyes: "Disciple doesn't understand very well."
“It doesn’t matter.” Ku Jue smiled softly and seemed very patient: “Teacher, I will tell you slowly...cough!”
He coughed lightly: "Why do some people have time today to come to my Sanbao Mountain?"
A monk in black clothes with a serious face walked slowly from a distance. Although his steps were slow, each step had a long span. He reached the front in a few steps.
“Didn’t you say last time that this place was renamed Lingshan?” he asked with a frown.
“It’s changed again, Master Kudhi!” Monk Jingli replied obediently from the side: “Now it’s called Sanbao Mountain!”
Kudhi still liked this simple and clean little monk, and he rarely asked leisurely: "I see that this mountain is bare and has neither treasure nor blessing. I wonder where to start talking about these three treasures?"
"
He was actually testing this spiritual nephew.
The Buddhists regard the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha as the three treasures, which are respectively the Buddha, the Buddhist principles, and the monks who inherit the Buddhist principles.
This is something that all novices who have just started to practice know.
But specifically, every practitioner has a different understanding of the Three Jewels. The Three Jewels can be outside the body or in the heart.
There are thousands of kinds of Buddhas, all of whom hold different beliefs.
He was also quite curious as to what the Three Treasures were in the heart of this little nephew who was “born out of the mire but unsullied”.
Hearing Uncle Master’s question, Monk Jingli looked proud and said loudly: “The knowledge of suffering! The experience of suffering! The wisdom of suffering! These are the three treasures of my Buddhist sect! That’s why this mountain got its name!”
Kudi felt that his eyes were going black for a while, and he felt like he was about to faint.
He almost wanted to make a mouthful and cursed at the pain.
It’s really misleading!
What a simple little monk, what has he taught all day long!
But in the end, I endured it.
The reason for holding back was not because he was afraid of ostomy karma. When he reached his level of cultivation, he no longer adhered to the precepts, but... he couldn't scold him.
He took a deep breath, it was so good.
“Kujue.” He moved his eyes away from Jingli and landed on Kujue: “What have you been busy with recently? You have been absent from the abbot’s lectures three times.”
Ku Jue glanced at him: "If he is willing to speak, can you just listen? I am teaching my disciples! Didn't you hear just now? How did you manage the Kanshiyuan with such a deaf ear? You are so old and your eyesight is dim. Deaf people are stupid.
, why don’t you do it, I’ll recommend someone to you!”
He is like an arrow, and he can hit his head and cover his face with a single blow.
“Who do you think is suitable?” Kudhi asked, holding back his anger.
Ku Jue had an expression on his face that said, "You really don't have any eyesight." He patted his chest vigorously: "Looking at the whole Hanging Temple, who else can be a person of great responsibility than me?"
The truth of suffering really makes me want to slap myself in the mouth. Really, after all this time, you still don’t know what the virtue of suffering is?
Are you asking for trouble by talking to him?
“Speaking of old age, you are older than me!” He said with a cold face.
"Come on, you can't take a joke, can you? Look at your wrinkled face, like the bark of an old tree. It's really boring." Kujue smiled tiredly: "Then I will seriously recommend another one to you.
?”
“No need!” Kudhi said with a straight face.
Ku Jue clapped his hands and said with a smile: "What do you think of the purification ceremony?"
Kudi wonders if he said the wrong thing. Did he say "yes" instead of "no need"?
While he was stunned, Ku Jue had already pulled Jing Li over: "It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Come, I will kneel down and kowtow to your uncle Ku Di, and today I will inherit his mantle and assume his responsibilities. Okay."
Let him concentrate on his practice and achieve bliss soon!"
The truth of suffering:……
Young monk Jingli looked embarrassed: "Ah? Master, is it too early now? I think I am still young and need to practice for a few years..."
The truth of suffering:!!!
What? You two are still pushing and pulling!
By this point in the conversation, he had completely forgotten that he was here to teach Kujue a lesson, and that he came specifically to warn him not to miss the Dharma meeting next time.
Hey guys, after just a few words of conversation, I almost lost my seat at the top of the Chise-in Temple!
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." He simply flicked his sleeves and said, "I have something else to do, so let's go first!"
“Don’t you want to sit down for a while?” the old monk Kujue asked with a smile.
Kudi looked around...
Do you have a place to sit here?!
“You are so kind.”
He turned around to leave, but suddenly remembered something and stopped and said, "I remember you said before that you had a new disciple with peerless appearance?"
The old monk Kujue had an awkward look on his face and said vaguely: "It's a big difference."
Then he glared at Kudhi: “What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong with this one? It happens to be very powerful and confident.
“Is your name Jiang Wang?” Kudhi asked again.
Isn’t this the case where you can’t open and lift the pot? You’re short-sighted!
Ku Jue glared angrily: "If you have a fart, let it go. If there is no fart, leave immediately!"
After all these years of fellow apprentices, Ku Di didn't argue with him and just said: "Zhishiyuan just got the news that this man named Jiang Wang seems to be colluding with the demon clan. Zhao Xuanyang, the arrogant genius of Jingguo, has already set out to hunt him down personally. It's not me.
Speaking of you, don’t push anyone else..."
The information from Guanshiyuan is quite good. Jingguo has just announced it, and Xuankong Temple has already learned about it.
But his "reminders" and "teachings" are destined to be fruitless.
Halfway through his words, Kujue had already bumped into him: "What!?"
This guy shouted: "You old bald donkey, you have no good intentions. My good disciple is in trouble, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
