Wei Yuan looked at Yuanjue and had to admit that at that moment, he really thought seriously about going to "do it" with the monk Yuanjue and get the "Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra" from the Pure Land Sect, but he couldn't
He discovered a huge problem when thinking about the next step.
Now it seems that I can't do it.
The two of them didn't work for one vote in the past, but they were probably doing one vote for others.
Yuanjue soon noticed this, scratched his bald head, sighed, and said with regret on his face:
"It's just not easy to do. Most Buddhist enemies don't have the Ksitigarbha Sutra in their hands. But if you really want to find someone who can practice this method and become famous, it's a bit difficult. The Pure Land of Buddhism is wide open. I'm fine, monk.
Master Wei, you may also become a person who only knows how to chant sutras and worship Buddha."
Yuanjue smacked her lips, feeling a little regretful.
Wei Yuan thanked him and said, "It doesn't matter. Now that I know this method, I didn't come here in vain."
Yuanjue laughed and said, "That's the best."
He pointed to the dishes on the table and said:
"Come, Master Wei, eat. I'll treat you today. Just order whatever you want."
"Don't be polite."
……………………
After eating and drinking for a while.
The monk touched his belly and scanned the code. The guy at the barbecue stall over there said politely:
"not enough."
Yuanjue checked his account balance, turned his head to look at Wei Yuan, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile:
"Nao Nao Nao Nao, Master Wei, this little money is enough to eat."
Wei Yuan laughed, took out his mobile phone and planned to pay the bill himself. The monk raised his hand and pressed it on the mobile phone, saying: "I can't do it. Master Wei, it's only ten yuan. Do you have any cash?" Wei Yuan took out ten yuan.
, I saw the monk give the money to the boss, and then settle the rest of the account.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
After returning to the table, Yuan Jue was about to drink the remaining fruit beer, smacked his lips with satisfaction, took out something from his arms, handed it to Wei Yuan, and said: "It was said that it was a treat for a poor monk, but it turned out to be the case.
I want you to come out too, this little thing is of no use to me, so just accept it."
Wei Yuan took it casually and noticed something was wrong, his expression changed slightly.
Spread your five fingers, and you will find two round objects in your palms, exuding gentle Buddha nature, which are relics.
He looked at Yuanjue and said, "This is too precious..."
Yuanjue put his hands together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, Amitabha."
"It's just two broken stones. What's so valuable about it? It's useless for the poor monk to keep these things. He feels tired from weighing them down. If he can still save people, it will be a great merit. He can save sentient beings during his lifetime.
If you can still save people after death, that would be the best thing."
"The only value of this thing is this. If the relic is put in a box and offered as an offering, it will soon turn into stone. Otherwise, according to my master, it should be thrown down in a ravine to accompany the wild flowers in the mountains.
After the flowers bloom, there is no elegance, but the fragrance covers your head and face, which is very comfortable."
“It’s more comfortable than the fragrance in the temple.”
Wei Yuan clasped his five fingers together and put away the two relics. After thinking about it, he unfolded the receipt and put it on the table. He wrote a talisman on it with his fingers, then handed the talisman to Yuan Jue and said:
"In this case, I will use this in exchange for you."
He smiled and said: "I'm not a monk, and I don't think so openly as you. I still have to exchange one thing for another."
Yuan Jue was surprised and looked at the talisman painted with a receipt and white water. He exchanged it for two relics. He pointed at Wei Yuan with a smile and said calmly:
"A mere relic is nothing more than a piece of paper like this receipt. It is nothing more than a speck of dust in the world. Ordinary people are obsessed with it. It is just an add-on. Why should we focus on it? Master Wei, you are well aware of the nature of Buddha.
ah……"
Wei Yuan looked at the slowly disappearing brush strokes on the four-unlike talisman. The fingers that drew the talisman were behind his back, so that the flowing light could not be seen by others. He said with a gentle smile:
"I didn't say that."
The monk only said that in his heart, the relic and the receipt were as valuable as each other, and there was nothing to be obsessed with. He immediately put the receipt away and said with a smile: "Since it was painted by you, the master of the museum, then I will definitely take this."
Put your things away and never leave them."
Only then did Wei Yuan see that the monk was dressed in monk's robes and was carrying a fertilizer bag in salute.
He finally asked: "If the person and the story I told are just made up by me, and there is no such person, and there is no such thing, you can simply give the relic to me, and you will not regret or worry.
?"
The monk raised one hand in front of his chest and said with a carefree smile:
"Then no matter what, the poor monk has saved that man."
He laughed several times, turned around and left casually, then casually rolled out an old-fashioned golden phoenix bicycle, rode on it, humming a tune and left. Wei Yuan watched him go away intently, feeling in his heart
Sigh, collect your thoughts, and think about what to do next.
It is very difficult to obtain the teachings of the Pure Land Sect.
Because the disciples of this school actually practice chanting the name of the Buddha, especially the name of the Buddha, and one of the helping actions is called praising and making offerings. The monks only need to concentrate on chanting the name of Amitabha Buddha and never forget it, in order to be reborn in the Pure Land.
Probably the kind that Zen Buddhism would look down upon the most.
This lineage has never joined the special operations team, and has never allowed its disciples to run around the world killing demons.
Because they think this is called miscellany.
The core of the Pure Land Dharma is to ‘give up miscellaneous activities and return to the right karma’. What is the right karma?
Of course, it is to recite Amitabha Buddha wholeheartedly and think about going to the Land of Ultimate Bliss, the Pure Land without stains, in the next life.
It was because these people were so desperate that Yuan Jue regretted that he could not come to pick them up.
However, if you really want to give Wu Yi a new path, you may not really follow the Pure Land Sect. You just need to confirm that Buddhism does have similar methods. Wei Yuan still remembers that the remnants of his true spirit in the late Qin Dynasty were used by Buddhist monks.
Ga Suo was taken away and became the so-called protector.
Since they turned the remaining part of Wei Yuan's true spirit into a protector.
Then Wei Yuan can naturally get similar methods from it.
Penetrate into the enemy and then pluck your own wool.
In other words, you need to take the jade dragon pendant to the place where the monks arrived at the Huai River. The Black Ice Platform guards broke the Overlord Spear there and threw the jade dragon pendant into the Huai River. The monks arrived there and captured the true spirit of the jade dragon.
The self-directed and self-acted Sangha descended on Guishan Laomu, cutting off the sacrifice that originally belonged to Wuzhiqi.
If you go there with the Jade Dragon Pendant, you will have a high chance of recalling some of the events at that time.
Then get the Buddhist teachings from it.
Wei Yuan's thoughts settled for a moment, he picked up another bottle of cabin, got on the shared bicycle and left slowly in the other direction.
……………………
On another road.
Yuanjue rode the bicycle leisurely.
When I passed by a bakery, I took out a few pennies from my trouser pocket and bought a piece of bread that was about to expire.
Then he rode his bicycle to the side of the road, looked up, stopped the car, and carried the small bag with the words "Pesticides and Fertilizers" on it. In the luxury cars passing by, there were young people in clothes and leather shoes.
The slim woman, carrying a limited edition luxury bag, said in surprise.
"Monk?"
"After all, monks can make money."
Yuanjue looked at the car owner curiously, smiled, nodded, and walked inside.
There is a sign at the service window, Project Hope Office.
In the window was a young woman who had just graduated from college and was dressed simply and plainly. Yuan Jue put his bag on the ground, squatted down, took out a wad of cash from it, handed it over, and then found some damaged books from his big bag.
, said with a smile: "The poor monk bought a lot of books, and it's okay to repair them."
"Here, there are comic books and some science fiction books, they should still be available."
He handed everything over, wiped his hands, and carefully wrote his name.
Then he carried the empty bag and rode his bicycle through the bustling city. Finally, he stopped under the bridge and frowned, because a luxury car was parked there, and a man in monk's robes stood there:
"Nephew, long time no see."
Yuan Jue said: "You don't have the approval of my sect, so don't come to seek friendship."
The man with the aristocratic look was a little embarrassed. He looked around at the bridge, looked at the straw mat and the few wild dogs around, and said in a straight tone: "That's good, but Yuanjue, you are here.
Life is really hard, I heard, don’t you also work part-time?”
Yuanjue said lightly: "Naturally."
"Aren't you going to be paid?"
"The boss takes care of food and gives money. Naturally, every penny spent by the poor monk is actually spent, and there is absolutely no waste."
"Where did you spend it?"
"The past, the present, and the future."
"Huh? What?"
"Spending time in the past is about me, studying and literacy; spending time in the present is making friends, being magnanimous and calm...and the future."
"This is also practice."
How can spending money be considered a means of spiritual practice?
If this is the case, wouldn’t the richest person be the one with the highest cultivation level?
The wealthy monk couldn't answer this specious comment, so he had to be embarrassed:
"I don't think you are rich at all. How about I give you one million for those two relics? The price is negotiable. Those things are useful now, but after all, they were burned only a few years ago.
So in terms of price…”
"Shut up!"
Yuanjue raised his eyebrows and scolded, "If it were you, even if you filled this bridge hole with money, I wouldn't be able to hand over the relics to you, let alone you who are poor!"
"With the bright moon on his shoulders and the cool breeze on his sleeves, the poor monk is very rich."
The rich monk wanted to speak, but Yuanjue reached out and picked up a brick and said:
"Are you leaving?"
"If you don't leave, I'll blow your head off!"
The wild dog whimpered, and Yuanjue nodded awkwardly, saying: "Don't worry, it's not yours."
"Ah? Do you think I scolded you?"
"No...I never had this idea."
Looking at the brick in Yuan Jue's hand, the rich monk wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw that Yuan Jue's arm muscles were stiffening, as if he was ready to throw the brick at a speed faster than a missile at any time, he had no choice but to leave in embarrassment. Yuan Jue
Let go of your hand, the bricks have already turned into powder.
The monk was stunned and thought about what his uncle looked like when he was a child.
At that time, there were obviously many fellow monks among the monks.
But now, there is no other monk around me.
He laughed.
On a random straw mat, the monk sat cross-legged on the straw mat with his palms on his knees. He saw the tails of the wild dogs turning into whirlwind cars and the cats fawningly circling around. He smiled proudly and said: "
You don’t know, but the bread I made today is so good, it’s fluffy and soft, it’s even heated, and most importantly, I have just enough money left to buy it back.”
He proudly took out the bread he bought and tore it off. The wild dogs came forward and licked it gently. After one bite, they would push it away and let the rest come up. The cat nestled in his arms.
A bird stood on his shoulder, pecking at his bald head gently, like it was knocking a wooden fish.
Yuanjue looked at these creatures with a smile.
He was sitting on a broken straw mat, with all living beings in front of him. But when he raised his head, he could see the night and the starry sky through the gap, and the monk lost his mind.
I am not poor but I am poor, and everything in heaven and earth belongs to me.
It is great freedom.
Wealth in this world is not riches and honors, it is just a lock on fame and fortune, where can we be at ease?
"Amitabha……"
PS: Today’s first update... 3,400 words. Thank you for Yahojimanshou, thank you~