In Longtan Temple, Master Wu Fei brought Ximen Qing, who was a little aggrieved, into the main hall. After burning incense in front of the Buddha, he slowly asked: "Wuse, why do we come to this place to practice Buddhism?"
Ximen Qing was stunned for a moment. He was not a monk, and he had never thought about this problem. Subconsciously, he just felt that everyone in the world had to eat, and Buddhist disciples were no exception. The profession of a monk meant that he was just a mess, and it was
A big bowl of good food to eat - Have you ever seen those professional monks in later generations? After death (Ximen Qing thinks it cannot be called death), they all look like elders who pile up gold and jade instead of diligent Zen masters.
There is no shortage of jade that looks like jade.
Only when you have done this job as a monk can you be considered successful. No wonder being a monk is the same as being an official, both of which require high diplomas and high education, because in essence, the two are the same, they both do not work.
As for the privileged leisure class who eat and clothe themselves without weaving, in order to limit the number of people who can enter this class to benefit, the entrance to this ladder to heaven must be blocked in terms of qualifications.
Of course, Ximen Qing only dared to think about these words in his mind. If he really said them out, Master Wu Fei would probably roll his eyes and immediately fire him as a disciple and kick him out of Longtan Temple.
Therefore, Ximen Qing hesitated for a while and then said: "Master, disciple, do you think that the so-called cultivation of Buddhism should only be about the word 'compassion'?"
Master Wufei Heshi said: "Amitabha! Buddhism is a good word. It takes emptiness of self as the way. Compassion is a great realm that arises naturally. Compassion is above compassion. It is colorless!"
Ximen Qing was thinking about the truth behind Master Wu Fei's words, but was suddenly interrupted by his master's name, and hurriedly responded: "Disciple is here!"
Master Wu Fei asked slowly: "You have deep compassion for the hungry people in Qinghe, and you have preliminary intentions of compassion. Why do you want to capture the person in front of the Buddha and then rush after him?"
Ximen Qing's balls hurt when he heard this! He smiled bitterly and said: "Master, that man is a thief! He stole the incense money from our temple. Even if I have compassion and mercy, how can I give alms to such a person?"
Master Wu Fei shook his head and sighed: "If you are not desperate, who would be willing to risk the disapproval of the world and scratch the gold from the Buddha's face? Alas -"
Ximen Qing said in his heart: "All the corrupt officials and officials in the world are top-notch experts who can scratch the Buddha's face, but it's not necessarily that they are all desperate, right?" Of course, he only dared to think in his heart, but did not dare to say it out.
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But I heard Master Wu Fei say again: "Think of me, a Buddhist disciple, eating without plowing, clothing without weaving, guarding the incense in front of the Buddha, and living a leisurely life. This is too much. If you continue to be greedy and regard charity from all directions as a family
What is the difference between these things and worldly people?"
Pointing to the more than half-empty merit box, Master Wu Fei recited a verse: "Yesterday came from all directions, and today one goes away. Don't worry about anything in your heart, there is nothing to owe and nothing to spare."
Ximen Qing thought silently and suddenly said: "Master, do you recognize the poor man who shed tears of shame in front of the Buddha?"
He wanted to make up for it. The poor man looked like a weak scholar at first glance. When he came to Longtan Temple at night, he must live not far from here. Ninety-nine out of ten times, Master Wu Fei would recognize him. If he came from the master
After asking for the name, he went to the door - of course not to demand incense money or send the person to a labor camp, but to see if there was anything he could do to help. If he could teach him to fish, he would also be able to avoid going there.
Then he secretly fishes. Today he is lucky. If he catches a great white shark while fishing in the future, he will be in trouble.
With a long sigh, Master Wu Fei said leisurely: "That person? How could I not recognize him?"
Ximen Qing was about to listen attentively to the man's famous name, but he heard Master Wu Fei say: "The person he is today is the person I was yesterday!"
"Ah?" Ximen Qing's heart was shaken. He stared blankly at Master Wu Fei and opened his mouth as wide as a great white shark - Could it be that the master had also been a thief before? What a big gossip!
Just as he was preparing to become a tabloid reporter while the paparazzi continued to explore the secrets, he heard footsteps outside the temple. A group of senior monks and junior monks came in. They first saluted Master Wu Fei and said in unison: "Master." He straightened up and
When they looked at Ximen Qing's face again, someone exclaimed: "Junior Brother Wu Color?"
Ximen Qing's heart was filled with excitement. He rushed forward and said, "Senior Brother Wu'an! Senior Brother Wuxiang! I, Hu Hansan, am back today!"
All the monks were surprised and asked: "Brother Wu Se, what does Hu Hansan mean?"
Ximen Qing forgot his emotions for a moment and said something wrong. He felt embarrassed and could only smile bitterly and said: "This is my earthly nickname, junior brother. It is not worth mentioning, it is not worth mentioning..."
Ximen Qing was very depressed when he thought that on the first day he returned to the master, he would have to become Hu Hansan. But think about it, it is better to be Commander Hu than the master to be a thief, right? He secretly glanced towards the master, but saw the master facing him.
I, the Buddha, have a calm face, but I don’t know what I am thinking when I close my eyes.
While Ximen Qing was greeting his fellow apprentices, he thought to himself: "I'm sure the master has a story to tell, but I don't know how exciting that story is? Oops! I don't know if the master will be willing to tell it if he has the chance.
I……"
It's a pity that in the following days, there was no chance to listen to the story. Every day when he opened his eyes, Ximen Qing had to work hard with his brothers, carrying water, chopping firewood, lighting fires and cleaning, and honed his mind with various hard chores.
The muscles and bones, and then the day's sweat are all spilled on the practice ground. Sometimes Ximen Qing is so tired that he is too lazy to go back to the meditation room. He puts the pole in a stirrup between two stones and falls asleep while lying on it.
Time flies, more than eight months have passed, and Ximen Qing has mastered the eighteen martial arts again. Under the guidance of Master Wu Fei, everything he learned is mysterious. During this period, Yueniang also sent Dai
An rode a horse to invite him to go home to celebrate his birthday or something like that, but Ximen Qing was already involved in the martial arts chess game at this time, and he had no idea about the changes in the world. Even the green lion and white elephant of Manjushri Samantabhadra might not be able to pull him away.
He can't be dragged away, let alone Daian.
On this day, Ximen Qing, who had been sitting on the training ground and thinking hard all day, suddenly jumped up and laughed loudly. All the monks in Longtan Temple were alarmed by his joyous laughter. When they came to see him, they saw Ximen Qing's energetic expression.
Feiyang, Yinghua was restrained, and said joyfully without anger: "Junior brother, have you realized it?"
This Wu Ai turned out to be a Shandong thief who was very famous in the green forest. He traveled through eight palaces without a single defeat. Later he met Master Wufei and was impressed by the master's martial arts. Then he changed his mind and entered Buddhism. Because his nature was like a raging fire, at first he was like a raging fire.
When he first started, he was named "Big Ang". Later, as he practiced more and more, he changed it to "One Ang", and gradually it became "Micro Ang". When the young Ximen Qing was listed on the gate wall of Longtan Temple, he had already been enlightened.
The master personally gave the Dharma name "No Anger".
Wu Ai has followed Master Wu Fei for the longest time. In addition to his martial arts skills, he also learned the true medical skills of Master Wu Fei. He devoted himself to making up for his mistakes, often traveling around, rejuvenating people with his skill, and helping people in need. Heroes in the world knew his skills and gave him a good name.
He is called the "King of Medicine with Poisonous Hands". Poisonous Hands refers to the fact that before he became a monk, he beheaded corrupt officials and bullies, and was unforgiving under a pair of iron palms, leaving no chickens or dogs behind. The King of Medicine refers to his current kindness in rescuing the poor, helping the world and benefiting people.
The next comparison shows how valuable this person is even more.
Ximen Qing has always respected and loved his senior brother Wu Ai. When he heard his question, he twirled his feet and raised his toes, and a stick flew up from the ground like a dragon and jumped directly into his hand. Ximen Qing held the stick and bowed to Wu Ai.
He bowed respectfully and said: "Little brother Wu Se, please give me some advice from senior brother."
Wu'an said: "Okay!" He also picked up a stick, and the brothers and sisters nearby had already let him out of the circle.
The two of them each saluted, and Ximen Qing took the first move. He retaliated without any anger, and the two figures were already fighting together. Ximen Qing cheered up, and danced with a stick, like a dragon coming out of the sea, and a strange python turning over.
Usually, when the battle reaches forty or fifty rounds, there is no winner or loser, and all the brothers and sisters cheer.
Without anger, I felt great wonder in my heart. I put more force on my hands. The rod suddenly went fast and slow. When it was slow, I couldn't feel its slowness. When it was fast, it was difficult to see its speed. The figure was twisting and turning, really like a soaring dragon and a phoenix. Ximen Qing
Although he was once frustrated, his footwork was steady, he fought unyieldingly, he was respectful when attacking, and he was strict in keeping time. It was like building an invisible copper wall in front of him. Wu Hao suppressed him three times in succession, but failed to defeat him three times.
He was overpowered. The last time he was too greedy for success, Ximen Qing took advantage of the opportunity to counterattack, and he almost missed. At this time, all the brothers had forgotten to cheer, and they all bit their fingers and yelled. Everyone was dumbfounded.
Suddenly there was a loud shout, and both of them threw down their sticks and started fighting with each other. Linqing Longtan Temple was famous for its ten-way pool kick. Both Wu'an and Ximen Qing had learned the true biography of Master Wu Fei. At this time, the two
The shape of the human body changes, and the shadows of the legs fly. The head, neck, shoulders, elbows, back, waist, spine, hips, wrists, knees, ankles, hips, legs, and feet all seem to be soft, but all of them are soft.
Firm, partial and lively, every move brings out the essence of Tan Kou's technique to the fullest.
While all the brothers were dazzled, they didn't know which one took the lead first. They all recited the lyrics of Linqing Tan Kou in unison - "The authentic biography of Master Kunlun, the technique of Tan Kick is infinitely wonderful. The punch from the front is like a shoulder pole, and the two fists are like poles.
Cross the road with your toes skillfully. Three roads are used to chop and smash the towed plow. Four roads are used to support and slide and step to the side. Five roads are planted and hammered to separate the upper and lower parts. Six roads are used to lift the Yin palm to make a circle. Seven roads are divided into fists and cross waists. Eight roads are divided into flat stomps and circles. Nine
The snake's legs are held in a lock on the road, and the flowers cross each other like arrows. Don't look at the posture of the Tan leg, kick more and practice more to understand the root cause!"
The sound of the song filled the air. When the last word "Yuan" was uttered, the two people in the audience shouted in unison again. At the same time, they retreated.
Xiang Xiang laughed loudly and said without anger: "Congratulations, junior brother, for entering the hall today!"
Ximen Qing sighed in his heart and said happily: "Senior brother, I have accepted the concession!" This is exactly:
In the Ming Dynasty, a poor man ascended the gold medal list. Today, he leaps from a carp and turns into a flying dragon. But I don’t know what will happen next. Let’s listen to the explanation in the next chapter.