Today is a big day, and a lot of people have been added to the Zen room in the backyard. Although pilgrims are not allowed to come in, there are some stupid people wandering around in the temple, so Shanxiang ordered three or four monks to come in.
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Seeing Feng Jingyao, the monks quickly put down their belongings and paid tribute. The abbot explained that Puji was the benefactor of the Daming Temple. He contributed money and effort to repair the temple, and also gave out a thousand guan of sesame oil every year. Whether the whole temple could be well fed, clothed and well educated.
Good sutras all depend on his face; what's more, he is still a lay disciple of the old master, so his seniority and status are much higher than everyone else.
"Is Master in the meditation room?" Feng Jingyao returned the greeting with a smile and asked casually.
"The host has been waiting for you for a long time. He has already prepared a meal in the Zen room. Please invite Master Puji to go and eat it."
"Master is just being polite. He personally accompanies me every time I come here. It really makes me feel bad as a disciple." Feng Jingyao laughed, more like showing off than being humble.
"Uncle Master has a distinguished status, and this is what he should do. Please ask Uncle Master inside, and don't expect him to wait for a long time." The poor self-esteem of the monks was greatly hit, and if you talk too much, you will be wrong, so it is better to send him away quickly.
Feng Jingyao hummed, walked forward slowly, and soon came to the door of Shanxiang's Zen room. He stood in front of the door, put the iron egg in his hand into his sleeve, clasped his palms together and said loudly: "Disciple Puji, come here
Goodbye, is Master here?"
Shanxiang's old voice came from the door: "Amitabha, is Puji here? Come in."
Feng Jingyao pushed open the door and walked in. Master Shanxiang was sitting beside a table filled with vegetarian food, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Feng Jingyao saluted and said: "Amitabha, pay homage to Master."
Shanxiang returned the courtesy and said: "Hurry up and take a seat. I know you are coming at this time. The meal is still warm, so hurry up and take a seat."
Feng Jingyao thanked him, sat down opposite Shanxiang, picked up bowls and chopsticks and ate. The vegetarian food in the temple was sweet and delicious. Feng Jingyao was tired of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas all day long. He came to the temple every few days to eat some vegetarian food, which made him feel better.
Fa felt like he had a huge appetite. He even ate two bowls of rice and finished several dishes of vegetarian dishes on the table. Then he wiped his mouth and sighed: "The food in the temple is a hundred times better than outside. It's really satisfying."
Shanxiang only ate a small bowl of rice and a few pieces of pickled radish before he was full. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's common sense that rice tastes delicious in another pot. You can come and eat it anytime you like."
Feng Jingyao sighed and said: "How can I have time to eat every day? Disciples have many affairs and sometimes are so busy that they don't even bother to eat. How can I find time to come and serve the Buddha often?"
Shanxiang asked the young monks to clear away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and ordered them to make hot tea and bring it over. He took a sip of the hot tea, swirled it in his mouth for a few times, and then swallowed it. Then he said: "There are countless common things in the world of mortals."
, how many people can give it up? If you can really leave behind all the sources of troubles and return to tranquility, it will be a sign of enlightenment."
Feng Jingyao took out a gold toothpick from his waist, picked out the residue between his teeth, and said vaguely: "Master, you are just standing and talking without back pain. Why are disciples working so hard to make money? This Manjusri Temple is a big place.
I thought the cave could be completed with 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, but I didn’t expect it. 150,000 to 60,000 yuan was still far from enough. Last month, Uncle Shangen went to the city and confidently asked his disciple for this month’s incense money. The disciple was almost beaten by him.
I’m so angry, I came to Buddhism to worship Buddha, not to be used as a cow or horse for these moths in the temple.”
Shanxiang's face turned ugly, and he recited the Buddha's words: "Puji, you are not in a good mood, why are you speaking so radically? You were the one who wanted to become a disciple of Lao Monk in the first place, but the master did not force you to do so. You and Ji Nan were the two
How come the words you promised yourself have now become your reason for complaining?"
Feng Jingyao said dissatisfied: "What Master said is inappropriate. I promised you some conditions, but you can't ask people to come to your door to ask for money. Besides, my being a lay disciple of Buddhism is a secret thing. I don't want others to know it."
You know, if you remove your good roots like this, you will definitely make your disciples look bad, and if others know about it, they will think that I, Feng Jingyao, owe you money for the temple."
Shanxiang said: "What Shangen did was inappropriate. After returning to the temple, I already scolded him, but there was nothing he could do. In the past six months, there has been no money in the temple. Hundreds of people have been sitting on nothing. Shangen is in charge of money, food and clothing.
Asanga, why is he not in a hurry? Besides, half a year has passed from June to now, but you haven't donated a penny. He went to ask you for help because of the friendship of the same family, and asked you to help."
Feng Jingyao smiled dryly and said: "It's my disciple's fault to say that. After all, there are differences between monks and non-monastics. I spent hundreds of thousands of money in the temple, but what I got was the master's scolding."
"Amitabha, Puji, I can't bear what you said as a teacher. We are both disciples of Buddhism, so there is no distinction between one and the other. We both serve the Buddha, so there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. You are overthinking."
Feng Jingyao sneered and said: "What's the use of saying all this? You and I both know in our hearts that our master and apprentice are actually just a transaction, and the disciple is a businessman. There is no complaint about this. But do you know these few people in Yangzhou City?
Yue is making a big fuss. This is the time for the disciple to make a fortune, but here comes another boy named Su Jin, who is always against the disciple. At this moment, you ask Shan Gen to go to me to ask for money and to fulfill my promise.
, do I have time to talk to him?"
Master Shanxiang fell silent and picked up the mallet to tap on the wooden fish. Feng Jingyao also realized that he was too out of character today. Why did he fall out with the old monk as soon as he met him? He did not come here to quarrel.
The sound of the wooden fish calmed Feng Jingyao's mind, and he sat there drinking tea in sips, silently.
During the intermission of the sound of wooden fish, Feng Jingyao heard a slight squeaking sound coming from under the wooden bed in the Zen room. The ears of martial arts practitioners are so sensitive, and he immediately asked alertly: "What's under the bed?"
Shanxiang hurriedly stopped knocking and said: "There was a big rat in the room. I couldn't bear to drive it away, so I let it make a nest here. I must have smelled the fragrance of the food and wanted to steal it."
Feng Jingyao said oh and stopped pursuing it. These monks were so full that they could do all kinds of crazy things, such as feeding tigers and cutting their meat to feed eagles, let alone raising a little mouse.
Shanxiang coughed and said, "Pu Ji, you are a little too sensitive. I guess the nightmare syndrome has come back again in the past month?"
Feng Jingyao put down his cup and said in surprise: "How do you know?"
Shanxiang said: "Of course I can see that since the fifteenth day of last month, you have not come to my place for more than twenty days to listen to and recite sutras. You took refuge under my disciples because you were seeking peace of mind. You have not been here for more than twenty days."
Now that we are getting further and further away from the Buddha, how can we keep our peace of mind?"
Feng Jingyao said: "My disciple is offering incense and praying every day, but the effect is not good, and the symptoms seem to be getting worse."
Shanxiang nodded and said: "Master, I noticed that your words and deeds today are very different from those in the past. You are quite violent and violent. It must be a sign that your illness is getting worse."
Feng Jingyao clasped his palms together and said: "Master, hurry up and take me to chant sutras. You are right. I have tortured my disciple to death these past few days. I can't sleep all night long. As soon as I close my eyes, hallucinations come to my mind one after another. It's really
I can't bear it any longer. Many of the words I just said may offend Master, so Master, please don't take it to heart."
Shanxiang said: "It's good, it's good. There is no way for Buddhists to blame people for their anger. But I'm afraid your illness won't be cured by just chanting sutras. I guessed that you were coming these days, so I thought hard and wanted to find out.
There are ways to get rid of the demonic obstacles and relieve your suffering once and for all. Although the relationship between you and me as master and disciple is unreal, after all, being able to accept you as a disciple shows that you are destined to the Buddha and Lao Monk. No matter what, you cannot sit idly by as a teacher.
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Feng Jingyao said happily: "Yes, yes, complaints are complaints. After all, I am still your disciple. How can the master not care about the disciple's difficulties? Can you think of any solution?"
Shanxiang closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then said slowly: "Things change according to the mind, situations are created by the mind, anger arises from the heart, and worries are all matters of the mind. As a teacher, no matter what you have done before, since you have entered my Buddhist door
, even if everything disappears, the Buddha will not pursue it; I am not saying this to ask you to dig up your past, but think about it for yourself, is the reason why you have many demonic obstacles and frequent fantasies because you have guilt in your heart? Or?
It is said that past experiences make you unable to let go, unable to get rid of them, longing for them in your heart, and arising from your thoughts. Is this the truth?"
Feng Jingyao was silent. Although the old monk was right, he would not admit that he had committed heinous crimes. Shanxiang was telling him that you have done too many bad things, so naturally you are restless and unable to sleep, and you have no ghosts in your heart.
, why are you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door?
If it had been just now, Feng Jingyao might have pointed at Shanxiang's nose and scolded him, but he knew that this would not solve the problem. His goal was to find a way to get rid of the root cause. He was already in his twilight years, and he would have the remaining years.
There is not much left, he wants to enjoy life happily, but the prerequisite is that he will never be tortured by nightmares.
"Puji, my teacher made it very clear. If you can't let go of your mind and keep hiding your illness and avoid medical treatment, I will be powerless. If your illness gets worse next time, there will be nothing you can do."
"How bad can this be? Could it be that the thing in the dream can kill me?" Feng Jingyao said stubbornly.
Shanxiang sighed: "External diseases can be driven away, but internal demons are difficult to eradicate. External diseases can be cured before they are terminal, and physical pain can be endured by gritting one's teeth; but once the illness in the mind worsens, it will be extremely difficult to drive it away.
The growth of inner demons will prompt people to do unusual actions. Haven't you heard of good people throwing themselves into a river or hanging on a cliff or gouging out their eyes and cutting off their hands and feet? That's when inner demons act on the outside and become sick.
In the end, the person has no choice but to commit suicide in order to find relief. Can you compare your own symptoms and see if there were any painful moments when you suddenly had the idea of taking your own life?"
Feng Jingyao was shocked. This kind of thinking was not a matter of existence, but a frequent occurrence. When he couldn't sleep at night, in addition to torturing the people around him for no reason, he also wanted to cut his arm with a knife and let the flesh go away countless times.
The pain dispelled the fantasy thoughts in his mind. It seemed that Shanxiang was not threatening himself with dignity.
"Is there any?" Shanxiang asked.
"Indeed... I have." Feng Jingyao's face turned pale and he said in a low voice.
Shan Xiang lowered his eyes, his eyelids twitched, and he breathed out unnoticeably: "Amitabha, that's good, that's good."