Chapter 285 Wan Yuanfang only lowered his eyebrows
Early morning, Hongluo Temple.
Fang Ming came to the thousand-year-old temple, passed through the Main Hall, and came to the back mountain.
"Fang Ming, go to Hongluo Temple tomorrow. There is an important person there."
Grandpa's words echoed in my ears. Who is the person that Grandpa can value so much?
Fang Ming looked around. The back mountain had a different kind of scenery compared to the front yard.
Two bodhi trees with a diameter of four to five meters stood, their thick crowns blocking out the sky and the sun, and their mottled trunks silently showing the vicissitudes of life.
Bodhi tree, Buddhist sacred tree.
In the past, in order to achieve supreme enlightenment, the World-Honored One practiced hard for seven days and nights under the Bodhi tree, and finally achieved great perfection.
Fang Ming stroked the tree and felt the magnificence and breadth of Buddhism. He felt that his whole body and mind were integrated into Bodhi.
There was a cool breeze, and rustling sounds were heard.
Fang Ming turned around and saw an old monk with a pale face walking over.
Dressed in a hundred-year-old robe and a pair of mango shoes, the old monk's steps were very light, as if he was floating through the fallen leaves on the ground.
Fang Ming looked at his feet and couldn't help being shocked.
What the old monk performed was a light skill similar to walking on snow without a trace. His feet flew past the fallen leaves in slight contact. This was really shocking.
The old monk stood two meters in front of Fang Ming. His expression was leisurely and peaceful, and Fang Ming's admiration arose spontaneously: "May I ask what you call me, Master?"
"Poor monk Huikong." The old monk nodded slightly with a smile on his face.
"Ming below." Fang Ming bowed slightly.
"Sit!" The old monk sat cross-legged, and Fang Ming sat down as he did.
He didn't know why his grandfather asked him to come to see Master Huikong. Fang Ming sat quietly for a while, while Huikong lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes.
Zen Buddhism is good at playing tricks. Huikong said nothing, and Fang Ming also said nothing. He followed the other person's appearance and entered samadhi.
Fang Ming has innate Qigong in his own practice, so it is not difficult to concentrate and calm down.
But after all, he was not an eminent monk who specialized in sitting meditation. After two hours, Fang Ming couldn't hold on any longer.
The battle between the Fang family and Shi Wenzhong has entered a fever pitch. According to the scheduled itinerary, Fang Ming should now return to Nanchuan Province to take charge of the overall situation. I really don’t understand what grandpa is thinking. At this critical moment, he actually asked himself to see a god.
Old monk.
A lifetime of distracting thoughts grows like weeds and cannot be contained.
Anxiety, worry and even fear were intertwined in his heart. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fang Ming's body, and even the top of his head was steaming with heat.
The more he sat down, the more distracting thoughts he had. Fang Ming tried his best to stabilize his state of mind. But if his mind was in chaos, how could he control it.
"Plop!" After sitting for eight hours, Fang Ming finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.
The old monk opposite suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shone with divine light, and his voice was loud and clear, just like the Buddhist decree, pointing directly at the human heart: "With a pure heart, all worries are given away, and Prajna arises by itself."
It's like a clear spring flowing through my heart, my mind becomes clear and agile, and all kinds of messy thoughts melt silently like winter snow meeting the spring sun.
Fang Ming turned over and sat up again, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, feeling the rare silence.
The top of his head felt hot, and Huikong pressed his palm on the top of Fang Ming's head, injecting true energy from Baihui point.
This true energy was so vast and vast. Under the guidance of the true energy, Fang Ming circulated around the sky. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a different kind of scenery.
The setting sun is like blood, and the branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree are coated with golden light, shining as holy as the light of Buddha.
The empty mountain is silent, with fallen leaves falling to the ground, emitting subtle sounds.
My feelings and consciousness have become extremely sensitive, as if I am a member of the Bodhi tree, neither happy nor sad.
Huikong looked at Fang Ming and smiled. The sunlight fell on Huikong's cassock. He was as quiet as a Buddha.
"Fang Ming, I just taught you Vajra Meditation, you just need to practice accordingly."
Use the true energy to empower yourself, further open up the eight extraordinary meridians, and then teach the exquisite meditation of Zen. Huikong is kind to himself and recreates it.
Fang Ming clasped his hands and was about to salute when Huikong waved his sleeves and an invisible force stopped him from bowing.
"With a pure heart, all worries are gone. Prajna arises by itself. Let's meditate on it."
Huikong turned around, floated away, and merged into the vast twilight - Huikong's floating figure was so natural, like a breeze, disappearing invisible.
Fang Ming stared at that figure blankly and couldn't help but sigh.
Having been trained by two super perverts, the old monster and the old scholar, since childhood, and experienced several life-and-death fights, Fang Ming thought that his mind was extremely strong. The scene just now showed him what it means to be a true master.
Huikong closed his eyes and covered his heart, as if all conditions had been let go and he had merged with the void.
The treasures are solemn, the Zen mind is clear, and the Dharma shown by eminent monks and great virtues is deeply imprinted in Fang Ming's mind.
Turning around, Fang Ming left Hongluo Temple in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Just when passing by the Main Hall, Fang Ming caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
What a coincidence, Yan Qingcheng is also here.
Yan Qingcheng knelt in front of the Buddha with unusual piety, her eyes closed tightly, and she murmured to herself, as if she was praying for something.
A strange woman from a famous family with great talent also believes in Buddhism?
Fang Ming couldn't help but secretly marveled, and stood quietly aside.
After a long time, Yan Qingcheng straightened up and glanced at Fang Ming, a hint of surprise flashed across her pink cheeks.
"Are you there too?"
"What a coincidence." Fang Ming smiled and stretched out his hand. Yan Qingcheng took his hand tacitly and stood up.
"Do you believe in Buddhism?" Fang Ming asked.
"I believe it." Yan Qingcheng and Fang Ming walked side by side. She looked at Fang Ming and asked curiously: "Why are you here?"
"Oh." Fang Ming said casually, "My grandfather asked me to come and meet an expert."
"Expert?" A person who can truly become an expert is such an amazing person. Yan Qingcheng blinked and seemed to think of something: "Master Huikong?"
How does she know? Is she really the roundworm in my belly? Fang Ming asked curiously: "How do you know?"
"Who else can be called an expert in Hongluo Temple besides Master Huikong?"
Fang Ming nodded. The old monk's martial arts ambition was the only one he had ever seen in his life. The word "expert" was more than enough.
"Qingcheng, you look so pious when you worship Buddha."
"Of course!" Yan Qingcheng looked at Fang Ming with eyes that were as glistening as autumn water, with a hint of a smile but not a smile: "I am already twenty-six years old, and no one wants me, so naturally I have to ask for a marriage in front of the Buddha."
A pair of eyes full of emotion is enough to turn the world upside down.
Fang Ming avoided her gaze and said, "Buddha is in the human heart. I never thought you could be so pious."
Both of them are people with abnormally high IQs. There is a sense of blame in Fang Ming's words. In this era of the end of the Dharma, even Buddhism is not a pure place. Many Buddhist disciples drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes. Buddhism is irredeemable to a certain extent.
The drug has fallen into decline.
Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly and said: "The Sixth Patriarch Huineng said a long time ago, 'There is nothing in the original, where can it cause dust.' It can be seen that this nature is inherently pure. Real Buddhists break away from self-grasping, seek for nothing, and seek for nothing."
Spiritual liberation and nirvana, whether you worship Buddha or not, is just a form."
Told carefully, this Buddhist philosophy is amazing.
Fang Ming had also read the Diamond Sutra, but his understanding of Buddhism was not as profound as that of Yan Qingcheng.
Living in a world full of chaos and hustle and bustle, it is not easy to have a pure heart.
The back of Huikong floating out of the dust appeared in his mind, and Fang Ming sighed with emotion: "Master Huikong is really a strange person. I didn't know that before he became a monk--"
"You don't know?" Yan Qingcheng stared. In her opinion, as a descendant of the Fang family, it is impossible not to know about Master Huikong.
"Fang Ming, have you heard of Fang Fang Yun?"
Fang Fang Yun, one of the most legendary generals in the Republic.
Unlike other generals, Fang Fangyun became a monk in the Shaolin Temple when he was young. He joined the army at the age of sixteen and fought countless tough battles. He was nicknamed "War Madman".
After the founding of the Republic, Shi Fangyun was awarded the rank of lieutenant general.
Fang Fang Yun was Fang Zhen's younger brother and Fang Ming's uncle, but Fang Ming had only heard of this name because Fang Ming suddenly disappeared after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
"Fang Ming, Master Huikong's common name is Shifa Yun."
Huikong? That unsullied and otherworldly old monk is actually his uncle? Fang Ming was stunned: "How did you know?"
Yan Qingcheng rolled her eyes at him and said, "Many people know about this matter, but you don't know about it."
Fang Ming was ashamed. As the head of the Fang family, he only took orders in the face of danger. He was still at the primary stage of the history and past of the Fang family.
Wealth and honor have always moved people's hearts. After fighting for half a lifetime, they finally let go of all fate and only became an old monk with low eyebrows in front of the Buddha. This is such great wisdom and courage.
"Uncle!" Fang Ming looked back, the green mountains were silent, like a Bodhisattva lowering his eyebrows---