Liu Mingzhi listened to the four words that Monk Hui Pharaoh meant, and there was something hidden in his eyes that said he was not close.
Gently turning the tea cup in his hand, Liu Mingzhi felt that the rich aroma of Jinshan clouds was so boring at this moment.
Quietly looking at the kind-faced old monk Huifa, who was twisting his rosary beads, Liu Mingzhi was a little afraid to look directly into Huifa's eyes that were as clear as a pool of clear water.
These eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but they seemed to be able to see through people.
Liu Mingzhi now has a mysterious feeling, as if the monk Hui Pharaoh has seen through his heart. He seems to be naked in front of the monk Hui Pharaoh, without any secrets at all.
Liu Mingzhi had never experienced this feeling from Li Buyi, an enigmatic old magician.
Gently putting down the tea cup, Liu Mingzhi stared at Monk Huifa with a complicated expression.
"Old Zen Master, Liu admires you. You are a truly enlightened monk. You have given Liu a new understanding of monks."
Monk Hui Pharaoh shook his head silently, held the rosary beads with his hands together and closed his eyes slightly.
"Amitabha, those who have attained the Tao are no longer eminent monks. Donor Liu is praising you incorrectly."
Liu Mingzhi leaned forward and took the rice paper that Huifa put on the table. He held it in his hand and stared at the word "Wei" quietly.
The vertical line in the middle of the character Wei is like a sharp sword lying across the rice paper, vaguely revealing the smell of killing.
Words come from the heart?
Have I, Liu Mingzhi, always been a murderous person?
Could it be that this old monk really saw himself clearly from just a single font?
So, what secrets are there in this world?
Liu Mingzhi couldn't help but think of his early years when he accompanied Wenren Yun Shu back to the south of the Yangtze River to look for the old man Wen Renzheng. When he met the great master Li Buyi by chance in the Qinhuai River, he seemed to have asked Li Buyi to help him calculate a word.
Liu Mingzhi clearly remembered that it was the character " enter".
Li Buyi clearly remembers the answer to his calligraphy test. God's will cannot be violated, and God's destiny cannot be violated.
Mysterious, so mysterious that I can't even guess what it means.
The destiny cannot be violated.
What exactly is destiny?
Liu Mingzhi's hand holding the rice paper couldn't help but clenched tightly. Liu Mingzhi didn't come back to his senses until the sound of the paper breaking was heard.
Liu Mingzhi lowered his head and glanced at the rice paper that was pierced by his nails. He hesitated for a moment and put the rice paper back.
"Old Zen Master, Liu doesn't want to know the content of the word test first. Liu just wants to know the result of the word test?"
Monk Hui Pharaoh opened his eyes slightly, looked at Liu Mingzhi with a complicated expression and shook his head slightly: "Isn't the time right?"
"Why?"
"Lack of an opportunity."
"What is this opportunity?"
The slightly opened eyes of the old monk Huifa were completely opened, and he looked at Liu Mingzhi quietly with a meaningful color in his eyes: "Donor Liu should know the opportunity better than Lao Monk."
"Donor Liu should have already had the answer in his mind, but Donor Liu has been hesitant about whether this is right or wrong. The reason is nothing more than public and private, isn't it?"
Liu Mingzhi's complicated eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked at Huifa's clear and translucent eyes in surprise.
"Liu wants to hear the old Zen master's answer."
Monk Hui Pharaoh chuckled and shook his head: "Buddha said: Don't say it, don't say it!"
"But Old Zen Master, you just said that monks don't lie. Although Old Zen Master didn't say it, but knowing the truth and not telling it may not be a lie. The old abbot has violated the commandments, especially in the temple. The old Zen Master is asking the Buddha
The heart is not strong."
"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."
When Liu Mingzhi heard the eight words that Master Huifa spoke softly, he knew that he was determined not to tell the answer he wanted to know.
"My Buddha is compassionate? According to the old Zen master, what is a Buddha?"
"Buddha is Buddha, and I am me."
In the past, Liu Mingzhi must have thought that what Monk Hui said was nonsense, but for some unknown reason at this time, Liu Mingzhi could hardly calm down and think carefully about what Monk Hui said.
Buddha is Buddha, and I am me.
Liu Mingzhi closed his eyes and began to meditate. Seeing this, the old monk Hui put down the rosary in his hand, picked up the wooden fish on the side and started to knock it gently.
Liu Mingzhi was unmoved by the sound of wooden fish echoing in his ears. He still closed his eyes and meditated, without feeling disturbed at all, as if the clear sound of wooden fish in his ears did not exist.
After a long time, the tea cooled down.
The breeze came through the window and entered the room. Liu Mingzhi slowly opened his eyes, and the old monk's wooden fish sound stopped abruptly.
The entire Zen room fell completely silent.
"Old Zen Master, what will be the result before the opportunity comes?"
The old monk Huifa was silent for a while, put down the wooden fish in his hand, picked up the rice paper that was torn by Liu Dashao's nails and put it on the table.
Under Liu Mingzhi's confused gaze, he gently pressed the palm of his right hand on the hole in the rice paper. Liu Mingzhi clearly felt the strong wind flowing on the old monk's palm.
Liu Mingzhi was even more confused when he saw this. He didn't know what the old monk meant.
After drinking tea, Master Huifa raised his hand and picked up the rice paper. The rice paper that had holes and wrinkles in it was now restored to its original state.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see the traces of those loopholes.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Huifa in confusion: "Old Zen Master, what does this mean?"
"First break, then build."
Liu Mingzhi was startled for a moment, and looked thoughtfully at the rice paper in the hand of Master Hui, silently reciting the four words "break and then stand" in his heart.
"What's the cost?"
"It's God's will!"
"Is it unspeakable again?"
"Of course!"
"Old Zen Master Lao will explain the characters!"
Monk Hui Pharaoh's calm eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked at Liu Mingzhi in shock and hesitation.
"Donor Liu really wants to get to the bottom of it?"
"It's a pity that the word test failed to produce any results."
The old monk Huifa sighed, put down the rice paper in his hand tremblingly, and looked at Young Master Liu with complicated eyes.
"What does Donor Liu think of me as a Buddhist?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at Monk Hui Pharaoh in confusion, thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"fine!"
The old monk Hui Pharaoh exhaled gently, sat up cross-legged and held the rosary beads in his hands together.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Monk Hui Pharaoh in astonishment. The old monk, who had just kind-faced and kind-hearted eyes, now had a solemn feeling, as if he was not a person, but a Buddha statue.
"Amitabha, as long as it's okay!"
"Since Donor Liu doesn't ask for a deep explanation, I will just show off."
Monk Hui Pharaoh picked up the rice paper and looked at the word "WE" on it quietly.
"Those who don't have a word are Tianmu."
"The word "donor" is not raised, it is like a sharp sword, hiding the aura of killing. I think the donor's hands are stained with a lot of blood."
"Without the word, there is a vertical line in the world. If there is a vertical line in the world, there is injustice. The Three Kingdoms fought continuously, resulting in countless casualties, and the world is unfair. This word alone makes it clear that it is."
"The unity of the sky is not the future. The benefactor just said that the future can be expected but cannot be measured. The unification of the world means that the future can be expected but cannot be measured."
"If you remove the tail of the word Wei, the world will be peaceful, but look at the upper side of the word Wei."
"This stick is like a sharp sword. Even if the tail is removed, it is still a sharp blade."
"Therefore, although the world is at peace."
"There is also a sharp blade hanging above the sky. The sky is not the sky, but... um hmm... it is... it is... um
snort......."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Monk Hui Pharaoh with an unusual look on his face in astonishment.
"Old Zen Master, are you okay?"
"Amitabha, it's okay, it's okay! It's okay!"
"It's okay, that's fine!"
"But your face."
"Amitabha!"
Monk Hui Pharaoh picked up the rosary beads on the side and started rubbing them.
Willow is also a tree.
If not, heaven and wood are one body.
It’s not even a word, this is a broken piece of wood…… broken……
puff...........
Liu Mingzhi looked at the old monk Hui Pharaoh who spurted out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly went to help him: "Old Zen Master, what's wrong with you?"