Bodhidharma spreads the Buddha's heart from the clouds, and the preface states that the world has been lost to this day.
He returned to the Western Regions with only his shoes, and found his soul in Shaolin.
The lonely moon shines brightly, the high palace is cold, and the gentle breeze keeps growing deep among the old pines.
Mr. Xie loves the beauty of mountains and springs, and is willing to visit You Chan to find them.
——"He Jun Kuang Shaolin Temple" Sima Guang
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The Shaolin stick monks dispersed, and the Zhike monk walked down the stone steps and came over to chat with a smile on his face.
He smoothed things over and said: "Shaolin disciples act chivalrously and righteously, so they inevitably make grudges with others in the arena. Some enemies pretend to be pilgrims, waiting for opportunities to provoke and seek revenge. Some monks are eager to protect the temple and are too vigilant.
It’s hard to scold me harshly. I scolded her several times, but it seems that my old habit has happened again this time.
The warrior monk is simple and vulgar, has no eyesight, and is disrespectful. Please forgive me for being disrespectful. I wonder where the young hero comes from? What can I learn from you when I pay my respects to the mountain today?"
Zhike Monk didn't say a word about Bai Fu's hurtful things. He spoke a few words, sincerely, and quickly relaxed the atmosphere.
As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling person with fists and kicks. Seeing that the guest monk was so polite, Bai Fu regretted that he had struck too hard just now.
Bai Fu bowed deeply first, then bowed his head and saluted, handed the greeting card to the Zhike monk, and said: "As the master said, it was indeed a misunderstanding just now. I have offended many people. Please forgive me! I am writing the book now.
Lang Baifu came to pay homage to the abbot on the orders of the Imperial Court Master Xu."
The monk who knew the guest took the invitation with both hands. After carefully verifying Bai Fu's identity, the monk who knew the guest raised his head to look at Bai Fu. He saw that he was plainly dressed, had no bodyguards, spoke modestly, and had no official authority. The monk was relieved and confirmed that Bai Fu was just a prince.
A trace of imperceptible contempt flashed in the eyes of Zhike Monk, a low-ranking official under Mr. Fu.
The monk who knew the guest said with a smile: "The abbot has been in seclusion recently and has not seen outsiders. If the donor trusts me, he can give Taifu Xu's letter to me and he will pass it on to the abbot. Do you think this is good?"
It is said that as soon as he went to Shaoshi Mountain, he would form a relationship with the Shaolin monk. Bai Fu wanted to leave as soon as possible, and thought to himself:
"This Zhike monk has a kind smile. He is doing the job of welcoming guests and delivering them. His status in the temple is probably not low. If I hand this letter to him, I have completed the task. But when I came, the Taifu repeatedly emphasized that I should send the letter to him.
I personally presented it to Abbot Kongjian himself. The Taifu’s words must have a profound meaning. Since I have received the order, I must act according to the order, as a loyal person."
Thinking of this, Bai Fu smiled apologetically, bowed deeply, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, master. Your method is very good, and I also have the same intention. But when I came here, Taifu Xu repeatedly asked me to deliver the letter to Kong Jian in person.
The abbot himself has to act according to the military orders. I hope the master will understand me if I am inappropriate!"
After saying that, Bai Fu bowed and gave another salute.
The monk who knew the guest smiled lightly and said: "Okay, that's all I said. The donor is stubborn and I have no other choice. Then please ask the donor to wait in the guest room, and I will report it first. When there is news, I will call you again.
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After that, he called for the little novice monk, whispered a few words, and arranged for the little novice monk to take Bai Fu to the guest room to rest. A Shaolin stick monk was spying from a distance, and when he saw the direction Bai Fu was going, he covered his mouth and started having fun.
Go back and report the news.
After the arrangements were made, the monk Zhike returned to his monastery and threw Bai Fu's invitation into the bottom of the bamboo basket without looking at it again. Then he picked up several other documents and walked to the elder's house.
Just as Zhike Monk left the Zen room, a young novice monk entered the Zen room to clean it. Seeing no one around, he quickly read through all the documents and documents in the bamboo basket. When he saw Bai Fu's invitation, his expression changed and he silently recited a few words.
After finishing the sentence, he put the greeting cards intact back into the bamboo basket. After cleaning, he looked calm, locked the Zen room, and left as usual.
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The seemingly kind and knowledgeable monk changed his face at every turn, which made Bai Fu uncomfortable. He felt sullen and depressed in his heart.
Bai Fu was placed in the lowest-level guest room, which was connected to the trough factory in the temple and in the same courtyard as the woodshed. The guest room was small, crude and simple, with a bed and a couch, and no other items. The bedding was messy and scattered.
It smells like a stinky rag.
Bai Fu was not stupid, and he knew the reason at first glance. He thought to himself: "What a good way to curse people without using curse words. It turns out that you are disgusting me here."
At this moment, I have entered Shaolin. I can neither leave nor stay, and I don’t know how long I will stay. The guest room is like an unlocked prison, which restricts travel.
Bai Fu became increasingly depressed and restless. After staying for a while, he walked out of the house. He stood on the attic and looked at the entire courtyard.
There were no other monks in the trough factory, only a monk who was practicing Buddhism was busy working. He had a big stone tied to his waist and was laboriously bending down to pound rice.
There was a "bang" sound on the door, and another traveler, wearing a bamboo hat on his head and carrying two large wooden barrels on his shoulders, carried water from the bottom of the mountain into the woodshed.
The wooden buckets he carried on his shoulders were huge. Bai Fu made a visual inspection and found that each bucket could hold one to two hundred kilograms of water, and the two buckets added up to four to five hundred kilograms. Carrying such a heavy load up the mountain, this man felt as if he was walking on flat ground.
, walking as fast as flying, this skill is staggering.
This man poured water into the large copper vat in the courtyard, took off his bamboo hat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Bai Fu was stunned. This man was the Shaolin lay disciple who killed the two kings at Chuanzhu Temple in Songzhou - Hu Changgang, a fellow from Jiangyou.
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After Hu Changgang finished carrying the water, he did not rest. He picked up a hatchet and chopped the firewood for making a fire. The hatchet was not sharp, but Hu Changgang effortlessly split a wooden block the size of his face into two halves with one stroke. An ordinary carpenter,
I'm afraid that cutting with an ax is not so neat. Since Bai Fu got the Xuantie thick-backed knife, he has gained an additional understanding and love for knife skills. Hu Changgang chops firewood like a butler cutting an ox. Every move is kung fu, and every move is a line of work.
Samadhi all upholds reality and wisdom.
Hu Changgang was the young hero Bai Fu admired and admired back then. When he suddenly saw him, he was extremely happy and was about to go downstairs to recognize him.
There was just a "creak" sound on the door, and an old monk with white beard and hair and a kind face walked into the trough factory. When the old monk saw the two people who were breaking firewood and stepping on the dirt, he nodded in appreciation and said: "Those who seek the Tao, do it for the Dharma."
Forget your body, that’s how it should be!”
He asked the rice pounder, "Is the rice ripe yet?"
The rice pounder replied: "The rice has been ripe for a long time, but it still needs to be sifted."
The old monk clapped his hands and laughed.
The old monk walked into the woodshed, walked up to Hu Changgang, and said, "What's the difficulty in carrying water and chopping firewood?"
Hu Changgang said: "It's easy to pick something up, but it's hard to put it down. It's easy to chop firewood in the mountain, but it's hard to break the bamboo in your heart."
The old monk recited a verse: "Knowing whose house the firewood has fallen into, I know in my heart that I will have nowhere to live. Now there is no difference in the way back, and the burden is fully shouldered."
Hu Changgang was silent for a long time.
The old monk said: "If you don't think about right or wrong, when you are right or wrong, that is the true face of a practitioner."
Hu Changgang had a great enlightenment and further asked for advice: "I came up with a secret message. Is there any more secret meaning?"
The old monk said: "Whoever talks to you is not a secret. If you reflect it, the secret is next to you."
Hu Changgang said: "I have been practicing cultivation for many years, but I have never understood my appearance. Now I have received instructions from my master, just like a person drinking water, he knows whether it is cold or warm."
The old monk cursed: "You are stupid and useless!"
He picked up the crutch and hit Hu Changgang's head three times and walked away.
Bai Fu's heart moved, but he didn't say anything. He decided not to recognize Hu Changgang for the time being to see the changes tonight.