Chapter 306 The old monk does not like to talk about the Dharma
In the early morning, the door creaked, and the skinny little girl woke up instantly, jumped off the back of the stone lion, tiptoed, hunched over, and escaped along the base of the wall.
Of course Chen Pingan "got up" earlier than her. After watching the little girl leave from a distance, he stopped following her and returned to his own residence. Chen Pingan rented a side house in a house in the south of the capital. There are nearby
Zhuangyuan Lane has a great reputation, but in fact it is not as good as Xinghua Lane in my hometown. It is home to many shabby scholars who went to Beijing to take the exam. They failed in spring and could not afford the travel expenses back home. In the capital, they can meet the people they just met.
Friends exchanged knowledge and settled down.
Chen Pingan only had the house key, but not the courtyard door key, so he returned to his residence quickly. The courtyard door was open. Chen Pingan returned to his room, closed the door, and glanced at the stack of books on the table and the ones on the bed.
The bedding had been touched, and the little clues were very strange in Chen Ping'an's eyes. He sighed, feeling a little helpless. Fortunately, there were many things.
Chen Pingan didn't live here before. He stayed in an inn and asked for a big room where he could practice boxing and swordplay at will. Later, he searched for a Taoist temple to no avail and became more and more irritable. Chen Pingan stopped walking and fighting for the first time.
In order to save money on swordsmanship, I moved here and only occasionally practice sword furnace standing.
Chen Pingan was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.
It's not a problem to keep running around like a headless fly.
Benefiting from the struggle of dripping water through the stone on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the two battles at the Flying Eagle Castle, especially the self-destruction of the evil monk's alchemy room, the spiritual energy poured out like a flood. Chen Pingan went against the current and gained a lot. Chen Pingan is now
There are some signs of loosening of bottlenecks in the four realms of martial arts, but he always feels that something is missing. Chen Pingan has a vague intuition that as long as he is willing, he can quickly cross the threshold of the fourth and fifth realms, but Chen Pingan still hopes to be more
It's solid, but it really doesn't work. Just like what Lu Tai said at the beginning, try your luck at Wushengren Temple, or find an ancient battlefield site and look for those heroic spirits and ghosts who linger after the battle.
He had to find something to do, otherwise Chen Pingan would be afraid that he would get moldy.
Chen Ping'an decided to stay in the capital city of Nanyuan until the end of summer. If he could no longer find the Taoist temple, he returned to Aquarius Continent and focused all his energy on the Seventh Level of Martial Arts. Cui Chan's grandfather was at the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Tower.
Bian, Chen Ping'an is very confident in this, and the ten-year agreement with Ning Yao may be brought forward a few years.
However, Chen Ping'an was still a little scared. He was afraid that the barefoot old man with a lofty ambition and invincible boxing skills would threaten to polish him into the strongest five or six realms.
The Third Realm was already so painful back then. Chen Ping'an was really afraid that he would be beaten to death by the old man, and it would be so painful.
Chen Pingan held the back of his head with both hands and slowly closed his eyes.
I don’t know if there was a real winner between A Liang and the legendary invincible Taoist brother that day.
I don’t know that Liu Xianyang saw how high the highest mountain was and how big the largest water was on his long journey to Yingyin Chen Family.
I don’t know if Li Baoping is happy or not studying at Cliff Academy.
I wonder if Gu Can was bullied by anyone in Shujian Lake, or if he had an extra little notebook for recording grudges against others.
I wonder if Miss Ruan Xiu likes to eat the peach blossom cakes from the Qilong Lane shop.
I wonder if Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia made new friends while traveling together, so that they could go through life and death together and conquer demons.
I wonder if Fan Er met the girl he liked in Old Dragon City.
Chen Pingan actually fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind.
There was Feijian on the 15th day of the lunar month in the sword-raising gourd. In fact, Chen Ping'an had to sleep in the open air all the way, so he was not too worried.
The owner of this house is a family of five, with three generations living under one roof. The old man likes to go out and find people to play chess with. His chess skills are weak and his chess quality is even worse. He likes to play chess.
The old woman spoke harshly and had a gloomy face all day long. She easily reminded Chen Ping'an of Granny Ma from Xinghua Lane.
There are two young couples. The woman does some needlework and takes care of the housework at home. She scolds her mother-in-law every day until she never lifts her head. According to the old saying in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, the man is a baggage bastard, that is, he carries a big baggage.
Buy rags everywhere, tie a small drum around your waist, and shout loudly in the streets. If you are lucky, you can pick up valuable old objects and sell them to a familiar antique shop. You can earn a lot of money by selling them.
The couple is average-looking, but they have a good-looking son. He is seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth. He does not look like a baby from a back alley, but more like a young man from a wealthy family. He went to school and is said to be very popular with teachers.
My husband likes it. I often watch his grandfather play chess with others. He can squat for more than half an hour without saying a word. He is a true gentleman and looks like a young master.
Neighbors, young and old, were all close to the child, and they often made fun of him, wondering which one they liked more, the green plum girl in the next alley or Miss Liu in the school. The child often just smiled shyly and continued to watch the chess game in silence.
After Chen Ping'an fell asleep.
A little thing emerged from the ground, climbed up on the table, sat next to the "book mountain", and began to doze off.
Xiaolianren'er is obviously proficient in the art of earth escape, which is silent and extremely fast.
Before arriving at the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Pingan had fun with it several times, either galloping wildly, or galloping for dozens of miles in one breath. When he stopped, there would always be something at his feet.
A little guy poked his head out of the soil and giggled at him.
Whether Chen Pingan is walking, boxing or practicing swordsmanship, it never disturbs him and always watches from a distance. Only when Chen Pingan waves to it will it come to Chen Pingan and climb up along the golden robe.
Finally, they sat on Chen Pingan's shoulders, one big and one small, enjoying the scenery together.
As for the snow money, it is temporarily stored with Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an just took a short nap, and was soon awakened by the movement in the yard. The old woman was chattering, the woman was croaking, the old man was hoaring his throat, and the children were reading the contents of the elementary school books in the morning. Only the young and strong man
, he should still be sleeping soundly.
Chen Pingan sat at the table and gently picked up a book. The little thing slowly woke up, feeling dazed, and looked at Chen Pingan blankly.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'll sleep with you."
The little thing quickly stood up, ran to Chen Pingan, and helped him open a page of the book.
Chen Pingan was accustomed to it. The books on the table were all newly bought after leaving Lutai and Flying Eagle Castle. At that time, Lutai said that only by reading first-rate books could one hope to become a second-rate person. When it comes to reading, one cannot seek perfection.
Don't bite off more than you can chew, focus on intensive reading, chew slowly, and really take in all the subtleties of a classic. Those beautiful images, insightful truths, and the spirit hidden between sentences
, turn them all for your own use, this is called reading, otherwise it is just flipping through books, and after reading thousands of volumes, it will be a two-legged bookcase.
Chen Ping'an was enlightened at that time. If Lu Tai hadn't reminded him, he would have bought a good book whenever he saw it and read it carefully. However, the sea of books is endless and life is limited. Chen Ping'an had to practice both boxing and swordsmanship.
, I also have to look for Taoist temples, and finally have some spare time, which should really be used to read the best books.
Lu Tai had given him a book list, but Chen Ping'an treasured the piece of paper and did not follow the book list to buy books. Instead, he went to buy the Confucian classics of Yasheng.
It is a pity that the books written by the literary sage and old scholar are no longer available in the market.
Chen Pingan wanted to see "March 4" and compare them.
Emotionally speaking, Chen Ping'an is of course most inclined to Mr. Qi's husband, the old scholar who loves to drink and talk while drinking. But there is no problem in liking, admiring and respecting a person. If you feel that what that person says, do it.
It's all right, but there will be big problems.
Was the knowledge of the literary sage and old scholar high? Of course it was very high. According to the young Cui Chan, it was once so high that all scholars felt that they were "at the height of their power."
So is Chen Ping'an qualified to think that the old scholar's theory is not the most reasonable?
It seems like a small thing is shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous, but in fact it is true, because there is a sub-sage, and there are many classics left by the sub-sage.
Chen Ping'an once told Ning Yao's parents that to truly like someone is to like their bad qualities.
I also told the boy in blue and the girl in pink skirt, "If I am wrong, remember to remind me."
However, deep down in his heart, Chen Pingan still hopes that after seeing the knowledge of both sides of the March 4th War, he can sincerely feel that the literary sage and the old scholar are more correct.
Then next time I drink with the old man, we will have something to talk about.
Chen Ping'an sat upright, reading very slowly and speaking in a very soft voice. Whenever he reached the end of a page, Xiaolian would quickly turn over a new page with his hands and feet.
Then he continued to sit back at the table between Chen Pingan and the books on the table, imitating Chen Pingan's upright sitting posture. He raised his ears and listened quietly to the sound of reading above his head.
To the courtyard outside the house, which is filled with the smoke and smoke of the market, Chen Ping'an, who is wearing a white robe with a sword on his back and a gourd hanging on his back, is like a strange person far away in the horizon.
Just pay.
Not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, there are wine shops and brothels, as well as temples with chanting Sanskrit sounds. Although they are close, they are like two worlds apart.
Chen Pingan can often see monks going out for alms. Although they are thin, most of them have peaceful faces. Even if they are not wearing cassocks, you can tell the difference between them and the common people at a glance.
As for Goulan Restaurant, there is often a bustle of people at night, and the whole street is filled with a strong smell of powder, which often doesn't stop until the early morning. Although the people there, whether they are customers drinking flower wine or women toasting,
, Duo Jinluo silk and satin. Once the joy came to an end, Duo looked haggard. Chen Pingan saw the women several times after sending the guests away from the brothel, and then went back to remove makeup and makeup from their faces. When the sky was bright, they walked out of the side door of the brothel and arrived at a crowded street.
In the alleyway of vendors, sit there and drink a bowl of rice porridge or wontons. Some women fall asleep on the table while eating.
A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's like borrowing money from God and having to pay it back.
Some of the vendors who are familiar with the women on the hook love to talk dirty. Some of the women are careless and say perfunctory words in order to save a few coins, and some are extra sincere. They should be used to lowering their eyebrows to please their eyes and misunderstandings.
When they were flattered, they started to yell and curse, and the vendors cowered. When the women left, they began to scold them for being nothing more than sluts in the flesh business. Why did they have the nerve to pretend to be such young ladies?
The next day, the brothel girls who scolded others still come as usual, and the street vendor men who were scolded yesterday will still peek at their white hands exposed from the sleeves. They are as white as pork on the chopping board. Compared with their yellow faces,
Damn, it's like heaven and earth. I really don't know how these pretty girls were born and raised. Just thinking about touching their breasts will cost half a year of hard work, so I can only sigh.
Nanyuan Kingdom has been without war for hundreds of years, and the country is peaceful and peaceful. King after king has ruled from generation to generation, and has neither a good name nor a bad reputation.
Therefore, there is no night ban in the capital. The heroes of the world are carefree, carrying swords and swords, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. The government never cares about them. If they meet on the road, they will immediately dismount. The two parties will greet each other politely. If they are on good terms, they will drink together at the nearest place.
Well, you talk about the helpless promotions in the officialdom, and I talk about the tricks of the powerful masters in the world. After two or three, two or three kilograms of wine will definitely not be able to stop you.
In order to find the Taoist temple, Chen Pingan would wander around the capital every day, seeing all kinds of things in the city, and also seeing some weird things hidden in the city.
As long as they don't take the initiative to provoke him, Chen Pingan doesn't want to pay attention to them.
Lu Tai once said something that I didn't feel deeply about at the time, but now the more I chew on it, the more it leaves a lasting impression.
Once you go up the mountain and practice Taoism, you will feel that there are more and more strange spirits and ghosts in the world.
Chen Pingan closed the book, and an hour passed by like this, and he was ready to go out and continue wandering.
Although Chen Pingan became increasingly agitated during the search for the Taoist temple, it was not that Chen Pingan did not try to calm down. In fact, he made a lot of efforts. He went to temples of all sizes, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and walked alone among the quiet paths and trees.
In Yin Zhong, every temple he visited was recorded on the bamboo slips. The small temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane was the one Chen Pingan went to the most. The temple was not big, and there were only a dozen people including the abbot. Over time, he became familiar with it.
, every time Chen Pingan felt restless, he would go there and sit there, not necessarily talking to the monks. Even just sitting under the eaves alone, listening to the tinkling of the wind chimes, would kill a hot afternoon.
Nanyuan State worshiped Buddhism and despised Taoism. There were many temples in the capital and local areas, and incense was flourishing. Taoist temples were rare, and there was not even one in the capital.
In recent days, a shocking secret has been making waves in the capital. A huge scandal has occurred in Baihe Temple, one of the four major temples in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. Baihe Temple has always been famous for its profound Buddhist abbot and golden body and living Arhat.
In this world, after the death of eminent monks of all dynasties, they were able to leave behind incorruptible bodies or burn relics. The other three temples are all ashamed of themselves in this regard.
This is also regarded as a clear proof that Buddhism in Nanyuan Kingdom is prosperous and far superior to its neighboring countries.
But not long ago, a senior monk who was practicing in Baihe Temple, who was elected as the abbot the year before last, ran out of the temple one day and went directly to Dali Temple to complain to the officials. After listening, all the officials including the Minister of Dali Temple
, everyone looked at each other. It turned out that the old monk had informed Baihe Temple, poisoned his food, and conspired to pour mercury into his body after his death. Not only that, he also exposed the Baihe Temple monk's serious sins and deceived people who paid a lot of money to beg for a child.
Including the ladies of the capital, there were six major crimes in total.
This case was so shocking that it directly alarmed His Majesty the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, who ordered a thorough investigation into the matter. As a result, most of the three hundred monks of Baihe Temple were imprisoned, and the rest were expelled from the capital, had their membership certificates crossed out, and were not allowed to be monks again in this life.
The other three temples still have a transcendent status and are deeply rooted after all, but they have affected many small temples with little reputation. For example, the Xinxiang Temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane has obviously seen fewer pilgrims recently.
The abbot of Xinxiang Temple is an old monk with a strong local accent. He is kind-faced and tall. Thirty years after he came to Beijing, the old monk still has his local accent unchanged. He doesn’t like to talk about the subtleties and profoundness of Buddhism with others. Most of the time, he just chats with family members.
Every time I go to the temple and sit around, Chen Pingan has to work hard to understand. Chen Pingan has a very good impression of this old monk, and he sees through it without saying it. The old abbot is a practitioner, but he has not yet become a monk.
Middle five realms.
Chen Ping'an left the alley and went to Xinxiang Temple, where he planned to sit quietly and practice sword furnace stake setting.
It was only two miles away, and Chen Ping'an passed by a martial arts hall and a escort agency, especially the high wall of the martial arts hall with the plaque "Magnificent Mountains and Rivers" hanging on it. Every time he passed by, there were a group of men humming and hahaha. It should be in
Practice boxing. The street outside the escort agency is often crowded with escort cars. Young men and women are high-spirited and high-spirited, while the old people are much more silent. If they meet Chen Pingan by chance, they will nod in greeting. Chen Pingan
At first, he would return the favor with his hand, but later when he met, he took the initiative to salute. Without thinking, the old man lost interest and simply didn't look at Chen Ping'an.
When Chen Ping'an figured it out afterwards, he burst into laughter.
Most likely he thought of himself as a dragon crossing the river at first, but later after finding out where he lived, he underestimated himself. His overly "pleasant" etiquette made the veterans of the escort agency think that he was just an embroidered pillow.
Chen Pingan found it quite interesting.
There are many martial arts schools and escort bureaus here in the capital. Those martial arts sects that have made a name for themselves like to set up halls here. The high gates and courtyards are as good as the residences of princes and princes. There is no need to taboo any violation of etiquette. On the contrary, it is related to
There are very few rumors about Qi practitioners, and even the national master is just a master of martial arts.
But the most interesting thing is the characters in an inconspicuous house. The men and women who come in and out, almost all of them are martial arts practitioners, practitioners in the martial arts world, but they deliberately hide their identities, dress plainly, and are unsmiling. Chen Pingan once
I also saw a master who was most likely a master of the Sixth Level of Martial Arts. He was followed by a young woman wearing a curtain hat. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she had a graceful figure. She must be a beauty.
Unknowingly, Chen Ping'an began to look at the world in a different light.
When we arrived at Xinxiang Temple, there were very few pilgrims in the temple, most of them were elderly nearby neighbors, so the monks and novices in the temple all had sad faces.
The main reason why Chen Ping'an has been visiting frequently recently is that he senses that the old host's end is approaching.
Today, the old monk seemed to know that Chen Ping'an was coming, and had been waiting in the corridor of a side hall early.
Two round bulrush seats were placed, and the two of them sat facing each other.
Seeing that Chen Ping'an was hesitant to speak, the old monk got straight to the point and said with a smile: "The abbots of Baihe Temple in the past generations have produced real golden bodies. They are not as good as the rumors from the outside world. They are all liars. There is no need to beat the thousand-year history of Baihe Temple to death with a stick.
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Good to see.
But the premise is that the old monk sees the evil first.
The old monk smiled again and said: "It's just that after the poor monk died, I originally wanted to burn a few relics to add more incense to the temple. But now it seems that it is difficult. I have to hide it for a while."
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Is this considered Buddhist cause and effect?"
The old monk nodded and said: "Of course, in the capital city of Nanyuan, Baihe Temple and Xinxiang Temple have never intersected. It seems that cause and effect are blurred, but in fact, it is not. In Buddhism, everything is like a thread in the sky.
implicated."
This was the first time that the old monk said "Buddha Dharma" in front of Chen Pingan.
The old monk hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Actually, there is cause and effect between the two temples, but it is too mysterious and subtle, and too... small. The poor monk is not sure to tell it. The donor needs to understand it himself."
The two chatted without being serious. The old monk would often be interrupted by the novice monks, chatting about trivial matters in the temple, leaving Chen Pingan aside. Chen Pingan would often bring a few bamboo slips or a book to read.
I don't feel disrespectful or disrespectful when I engrave words.
Chen Pingan did not bring any books today, but only brought a slender bamboo slip and a small carving knife.
Chen Ping'an never gets tired of old things, and the carving knife was still a gift from the store when he bought the jade plaque.
The old monk was very interested in talking today. He talked about Buddhism in a casual way, so he didn’t mention it more. He just talked casually as before. He talked about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, emperors, generals, traders and pawns, and all kinds of people from hundreds of schools of thought.
generally.
Time flies.
The old monk smiled and asked: "Can a scholar or official who is a treacherous and evil man and has been in disgrace for thousands of years write beautiful calligraphy and popular poems?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Does a famous person or general who is famous in history have secrets and flaws that are unknown to everyone?"
"some."
The old monk smiled and said: "That's right, don't go to extremes in everything. When trying to reason with others, you are most afraid of saying, 'I want all the truth.'
It is a party dispute that is regarded by later generations as a dispute between gentlemen. The reason why it still has such a long-lasting legacy is that gentlemen and wise men also do the wrong things in these matters."
The old monk continued: "But in the party struggle in the court, if you are weak and talk about these big principles, you will probably die miserably. It is really no wonder those scholars who have become officials. In this case, can it be said that this poor monk
After one phone call, it went full circle and it was all nonsense? Why do you say it?"
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head and said: "An old gentleman told me a similar truth. He taught me to think about everything. Even if I think about it in a big circle and come back to the starting point, although it takes a lot of effort, in the long run,
It’s still beneficial.”
The old monk nodded happily, "This gentleman has a lot of knowledge."
Chen Pingan rubbed the small emerald green bamboo slip with his fingers and said softly: "Once the old gentleman was drunk and his eyes were hazy. He seemed to be asking me, but in fact he was probably asking everyone. He was like this
You mean, how many books have you read, do you dare to say that the world is 'just like this'? How many people have you met, do you dare to say that men and women are 'like this'? How many peace and suffering have you seen with your own eyes, do you dare to assert that others
Good and evil?"
The old monk sighed: "This gentleman must not have an easy life."
Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, but he still couldn't figure it out. He asked curiously: "Does Buddhism really advocate 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately'?"
The old monk smiled and said: "Before answering, I have a question: Do you think this statement is scary and innovative, but after chewing on it, you feel that it is a shortcut and not the right way?"
Chen Ping'an scratched his head, "I haven't even read the general Buddhist teachings, so I don't know if it's the true Dharma."
The old monk laughed loudly, "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. People in the world only see shortcuts, which is unbelievable. Little do they know that the real mystery lies in realizing that 'the butcher knife is in my hand', which means 'knowing evil'. There are many things in the world, and many people do evil."
But they don’t know evil. Many people know evil and do evil. In the final analysis, they all have a bloody butcher knife in their hands, and the severity is just different. If you can really let go and look back from now on, wouldn’t it be a good thing?"
The old monk went further and said, "Zen Buddhism still surprises outsiders, but in fact ordinary people can't see the hard work before enlightenment, and even if they see it, they are unwilling to do it. Is it difficult to become a Buddha? Of course it is.
It is difficult to know the Dharma, but it is even more difficult to abide by it, protect it and spread it. But..."
The old monk suddenly stopped talking and sighed, "There is no 'but'. Since the poor monk, who is a Buddhist, can't do it himself, why should I tell you such a far-reaching truth?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter. No matter how far the truth is, let's not say whether I will go or not. I can know that it is there, which is also a good thing."
The old monk waved his hand and said, "Let this poor monk rest for a while and drink a cup of tea to moisten his throat. He is almost smoking."
The old monk shouted. In a monastery not far away, there was a young novice who looked like he was taking a nap with his head lowered while chanting sutras. He suddenly opened his eyes. After hearing the old monk's words, he quickly went to bring two bowls of tea to the abbot and the guests.
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Not far away there was a towering tree with dense shade, and there was a little oriole parked, pecking at it.
Chen Pingan drinks tea quickly, while the old monk drinks tea slowly.
Chen Pingan smiled and handed the tea bowl back to the young monk. Before the old monk drank half of the bowl, Chen Pingan lowered his head and picked up the bamboo slip. There were traces of imperceptible marks on the left and right ends.
Chen Pingan looked left, right, and both ends.
The bamboo slips are like a small ruler.
The old monk finished his tea and turned around to look around. It was a hot summer day, and the scorching sun was scorching the world. It was rare for people to stay cool. He spoke intermittently with emotion.
"In the Age of Dharma Ending, all people in the world are like grass in a drought, all withered and without moisture."
"The truth still needs to be explained."
"Buddhism is the teachings of monks. Etiquette is the teachings of Confucian scholars. Taoism is the teachings of Taoists. In fact, they are not bad. Why stick to the sect? If it is right, just take it and eat it in your own belly."
Chen Ping'an looked away from the bamboo slips, raised his head, smiled, nodded and said, "That's right."
The old monk looked at the temple courtyard outside the corridor railing, "This world has always been indebted to good people. How could there be no right or wrong? It's just that we don't go far to find out. We don't have to talk about it, or even deliberately confuse right and wrong.
But you have to know it in your heart. Unfortunately, things are so helpless in the world, there are more and more smart people, and those with as many eyes and minds as lotus pods often like to be sarcastic and mellow, deny pure goodwill, and hate the sincerity of others."
"Chen Pingan, how you see the world will be how the world sees you."
Then the old monk made a redundant move, as if repeating: "You look at it, and it looks at you."
Chen Ping'an thought about it and felt it made sense, but he didn't think about it deeply.
The old monk talked a lot today, and Chen Pingan was willing to think carefully, so for a while, he didn't follow the old monk so far.
The old monk suddenly smiled brightly and said: "Almsgiver Chen, did the old monk speak well today?"
Chen Ping'an felt a little sad and said with a smile: "Very good."
The old monk smiled and asked: "I heard you talk about 'sequence', 'big and small' and 'good and evil' once before. I want to hear it again."
Chen Ping'an's words were unfamiliar and obscure the first time, but the truth and truth always become clearer the more he speaks, just like a mirror that is wiped clean from time to time to wipe away the dust, it will become brighter and brighter.
There is a sequence of right and wrong. First, sort out the sequence. Don’t skip. Just talk about the truth you want to say.
Right and wrong are divided into big and small. Use one, two or even multiple rulers to measure the size. These rulers can be borrowed from all the world's righteous laws, good laws, Legalist laws, Confucian etiquette, and the calculations of magicians.
The bottom-line laws, high morals, local customs of various places, and precise arithmetic are all involved. They cannot be generalized. It is extremely complicated and laborious to study.
Then the final determination of good and evil is made.
Invisibly, the three or four debates about whether human nature is good or evil no longer become an insurmountable obstacle for readers, because this is a matter to be discussed at the end, not at the beginning of reading, where a decision needs to be made first.
something.
At the end is the word "行".
Educating the common people, spreading the Dharma to the world with a Bodhisattva's heart, cultivating a pure body by himself, you can do whatever you like.
The old monk looked calm. After listening to Chen Pingan's narration, he clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Amitabha."
Chen Ping'an looked at the little yellow warbler perched on the eaves. It was looking at the little novice monk cleaning the temple.
Chen Ping'an looked away, and the old monk smiled and said: "The temple is not there, the monk is there, the monk is not there, the scriptures are there, the scriptures are not there, the Buddha is there, the Buddha is not there, but the Dharma is still there. That is, Xinxiang Temple has lost a monk, and there is not a single one left.
This sutra, as long as there are people who still have Buddhist teachings in their hearts, the Xinxiang Temple will still be there."
The old monk turned his head and looked at the quiet courtyard again. There was only the rustling sound of the young novice sweeping the floor.
The old monk's vision was blurred and he murmured: "This poor monk seems to have seen a lotus blooming in the world."
Chen Pingan was silent.
The old monk lowered his head and moved his lips slightly, "Go."
In the distance, the little novice monk looked towards the corridor, holding a broom in his arms, complaining to the old monk, "Master, the sun is so bright, can I clean it later, it's going to be too hot."
Chen Pingan turned his head, pointed at the old monk who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and then stretched out his finger to his mouth and made a hissing sound.
The little novice monk quickly silenced himself, and then secretly had fun, haha, I love to be lazy, it turns out that the master also loves to sleep.
He tiptoed to enjoy the shade under the eaves of the main hall. The little oriole plucked up the courage and flew to the shoulder of the little novice. The little novice was stunned for a moment, turned his head deliberately, and made a face at it. The little oriole quickly flew away in fright.
The little novice monk who was alone touched his bald head and felt a little guilty.
On the round seat of cattail grass in the corridor, the dead old monk maintained his slouched posture.
But it seems that this small world has lifted up its spirits.
Chen Ping'an recalled Lu Tai's words for no reason.