"Taoist Master Jin'an."
"Daozhang Chen."
"The sword-cutting donor."
"This poor monk came to watch at night and chatted. Didn't he disturb the rest of the Taoist priests?"
Master Shanneng put his palms together, with a kind smile on his kind face, and saluted one by one.
Jin An was stunned for a few breaths.
Only then did he react.
"Master Shanneng is so polite. You are the respected monk Sakyamuni, so you are naturally most welcome."
Jin An turned aside to make way for Master Shanneng.
"Master Shanneng, have you had your dinner?"
"It just so happens that the little brother and the old Taoist have just come back from outside and haven't had time to have dinner yet. Master Shanneng will have dinner in the temple tonight."
"I'm going to go to the kitchen to start a fire and cook."
The old Taoist priest who always believed that Buddha was his enemy changed his normal behavior this time and spoke warmly and politely to Master Shanneng.
Master Shanneng clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist chant: "Namo Amitabha, Master Chen is too polite. The poor monk is not hungry yet. How can I bother Master Chen to run around and work for a worthless old monk like me..."
"
The old Taoist priest said enthusiastically: "You're welcome, not at all."
"Master Shanneng, please talk to your little brother first. I will prepare dinner soon and call Master Shanneng. Master Shanneng, you have taken it orally tonight. If you can taste the master, I will show off my skills in person. I am the best master
The specialty is spicy tofu and ground three delicacies, all of which are vegetarian."
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist priest turned around and walked toward the kitchen. As he walked, he enthusiastically shouted to Master Shanneng that dinner would be ready soon. You must stay in the temple to have dinner.
Half a month ago in Lingqian Township.
Jin An, the old Taoist priest, and Master Shanneng spent several days and nights doing rituals for the unborn fetuses.
The relationship between these two people is not unfamiliar.
The old Taoist priest and Master Shanneng have long been familiar with each other.
"Xie Jian, go and help Lao Dao. He will be busy washing rice, washing vegetables, and making fire to cook dinner for so many people." Jin An shouted to Xi Jian.
"Okay, Master." Xiajian nodded.
After watching the sharp sword and turning to leave, Jin An saw that Master Shanneng still wanted to speak. He laughed and said: "Master Shanneng, you don't need to be too polite to us. In Lingqian Township, we are all sharing life and death, so we can walk together.
You have done religious rituals to save the souls of the dead, and your compassion and magnanimity have already convinced a few of us, so it is natural for you to have dinner with us."
"Master Shanneng, don't be polite anymore."
As he spoke, Jin An invited Master Shanneng into the Taoist temple: "Master Shanneng, please don't stand outside. The wind is strong at night. Go inside the Taoist temple and drink some warm tea to warm yourself."
"Then let's talk about Taoist Jin'an and the Five Zang Taoist Temple tonight." Master Shanneng said kindly and kindly, then he stepped up and entered the Taoist temple after dark.
Jin An stayed behind and closed the door.
At this time, outside the Taoist temple, the whole world had fallen into the night, the sky was completely dark, and the road was dim under the moonlight. When Master Shanneng came to the Wu Zang Taoist Temple, he did not have a torch or lantern in his hand.
The darkness does not affect Master Shanneng's travels at all.
Master Shanneng is an accomplished monk of Bailong Temple.
Thinking about it, this darkness has little impact on Master Shanneng.
With Jin An's current strength, he can barely achieve night vision.
Bang.
The door of the Taoist temple was closed, and Jin An, holding a lantern in his hand, led the way, taking Master Shanneng all the way to the private backyard.
Along the way, Master Shanneng passed by the main hall that had not yet been renovated, and Master Shanneng praised it without hesitation.
Looking at the Taoist temple that had not yet been expanded, Master Shanneng suddenly felt emotional: "The poor monk was sent to the temple by his parents to become a monk since he was a child. At that time, the poor monk did not understand what Buddha is and what the world is like.
In the vast sea, I only know that I can have enough food when I enter the temple, so I have paid homage to the Buddha since I was a child, wiped the lamp oil in front of the Buddha's seat, and guarded the incense for the Buddha... I work hard every day, from a little novice to a little monk and a little donor.
To big."
"The poor monk at that time was by nature dull. Others could understand a passage of scripture three times a day, but the poor monk could not understand the truth in ten and a half months. Therefore, the poor monk had been slow to enlighten since he was a child and did not understand what Buddhism is and what Buddhist principles are.
, what is Buddha nature, and I don’t understand why people in the world like to kneel down to worship the Buddha. I only know that my parents can’t support me, so I can only stay in the temple to avoid starving to death on the streets.”
"So, I have to work harder and sweat harder than other novices and monks. I can only chant sutras and worship the Buddha day and night. While others copy the sutras once a day, I copy the sutras three times, five times, and three times.
After more than ten years of studying scriptures, I even memorized the catalog of scriptures in the Bailong Temple Pavilion and sorted out the meanings of the scriptures in the Bailong Temple Pavilion again, so that future generations can better search for Buddhist scriptures; I try my best to wipe the front of the Buddha's seat every day
It is spotless; the lamp oil in front of the Buddha's seat and the incense are never cut off for a moment. I change the incense and candles for the Buddha every hour to keep peace and tranquility for the Buddha..."
"Thanks to me having a good master, my master interceded for me several times in front of the abbot, so even though I have reached the age of weak crown, and have never had a relationship with the Buddha, I am still left by the abbot in the temple, so that I can have peace of mind.
He has been copying scriptures for more than thirty years. Every time he thinks of his mentor and abbot, the poor monk will feel grateful."
"Finally, diligence can make up for weakness. At the age of forty, the poor monk suddenly became enlightened overnight. He began to learn the essentials of the sutras in the Sutra Pavilion without a teacher. The ten major Buddhist sutras, the ten major Prajna Sutras, and the Four Agama Sutras. The poor monk burned oil in front of the Buddha's seat.
I realize the compassion of my Buddha, the Two-legged One of Blessing and Wisdom. If you see me with my form and pray to me with my voice, you will be practicing evil ways and will not be able to see the Tathagata..."
Jin An led the way and listened quietly to Master Shanneng's memories. When people get old, it is easiest to recall the past.
At this time, the two happened to pass by Ye Yin Pavilion.
The original intention of Jin'an to build this Yeyin Pavilion was just like the two plaques hanging on the pavilion——
The small one hides in the mountains, the big one hides in the city.
Relying on the quiet retreat in the mountains and forests, immersing yourself in a paradise that is independent from the world, and falsely claiming that you have seen through the world of mortals, it can only be regarded as a small retreat from reality at best.
On the contrary, those who can still forget things and me, never forget the beginning, and have a state of mind that is not stained by dust in the noise of the world, are the ones who have truly achieved the great truth.
Just like Taoism about the five internal organs.
Taoist temple of the five internal organs.
Jin An gave very high praise to Taoism of the five internal organs.
"The small hermitage hides in the mountains, the great hermitage hides in the city..." Master Shanneng looked at the plaque in the Yeyin Pavilion and chewed on the artistic conception.
"Amitabha."
"The poor monk always thought that as long as he devoted himself to practice and understood Buddhism, he would be able to find a way to save the world from the sea of ​​suffering, and one day he would be able to find the other side of the Buddha. But the poor monk was deceiving himself and others, hiding in Bailong Temple all his life.
But they have forgotten that it took the Buddha three great asamkhya kalpas to become a Buddha."
"It was only then that the poor monk suddenly realized that he had no wisdom since he was a child. I am still the same me, and I have never had any Buddha nature or heart. I am still the little novice who lives in Bailong Temple for fear of starving to death.
Little monk."
"The poor monk has been copying sutras all his life, but he is still self-righteous and complacent, thinking that he is close to the Buddha. In fact, he has not even fully understood the unpredictable nature of the human heart. His thoughts are shallow and his vision is short-sighted. How can he understand the three great asamkhya kalpas of the Buddha Sutra?"
How can one comprehend the eleven kinds of suffering of the Buddha: birth, old age, death, sorrow, grief, pain, worry, annoyance, meetings of resentments and hate, parting from love, and not getting what you want?"
"Namo Amitabha."
"Master Shanneng, you are too modest. You have always been an eminent monk in my heart." Jin An didn't know how to persuade this eminent monk of Bailong Temple at this time.
After all, he has never experienced the life of Master Shanneng, and he does not know the change in Master Shanneng's mood after looking at the two plaques in Yeyin Pavilion.
He didn't even know the allusions about the Buddha's three kalpas and the eleven kinds of suffering.
He is only in his early twenties, and in terms of mental state, cultivation, and life experience, he is definitely not as good as the kind-browed old monk in front of him.
The eminent monk of Bailong Temple in front of him shook his head: "This is not the humble monk's belittlement or excessive self-effacement."
"In the past, the poor monk always thought that since I was a child, I have been to Bailong Temple, kowtow and chant sutras day and night, and have never forgotten my original intention and stayed in front of the Buddha's throne all my life, never letting a piece of dust in front of the Buddha's throne. That is how I respect the Buddha.
The greatest devotion. I am even a little complacent, thinking that no one in the whole temple can match my respect for the Buddha."
"But today, I look at the expansion of the Wu Zang Taoist Temple. The Wu Zang Taoist Temple has taken on a new look and is prospering. It has expanded from the original one hall to the current three halls. Everything is changing with each passing day. Since Taoist Jin'an moved into the Wuzang Taoist Temple, the declining Wuzang Taoist Temple in the past has been transformed.
In the hands of Taoist Master Jin'an, he flourished and prospered... The poor monk couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Taoist Jin'an faced the great darkness, defeated the heavenly dog ​​in the darkness and ate the sun, and then reborn from the ashes in the light of thousands of feet, holding on until the clouds opened to see the clear sky.
It is the most difficult, difficult and commendable quality.”
"The poor monk's little self-satisfied deeds made him feel ashamed in front of Taoist Jin'an, and he lamented that he could not do better than Taoist Jin'an."
To be continued...