The Prodigal Son of the Empire

Chapter 367 Grinding Bricks Can't Make a Mirror, Sitting Withered Can't Become a Buddha

These monks are really not good at dealing with each other, if they disagree with each other, they will fight...

Li Qingman moved out a few steps without a trace, his eyes gradually became colder, and the several hidden guards who came with him also looked around warily.

Zhou Qing stood in front of Wang Kang,

It seemed that in an instant, a battle would break out.

At this time, Wang Kang suddenly said: "What are you doing? Although the temple is small, there is a Buddha. How can you use force in front of the Buddha? Isn't this nonsense?"

In fact, his original intention was that he was afraid of a real fight. What if the tobacco was destroyed?

It's hard to meet, but you can't let it go.

This sentence made the tense atmosphere relax a lot. The bald monk looked at Wang Kang dumbly. This sentence really spoke from his heart.

He crossed his hands and said: "Listen to this, the little benefactor is also a sensible person, since you know it, then go back."

"It's okay to retreat, but those tobaccos,"

Wang Kang said: "Oh, it is the bitter grass you mentioned, I must have it."

"The benefactor doesn't need to say too much, please go back!"

The bald monk said directly.

"I see that your temple is really dilapidated, why don't I pay a sum of money to repair it?" Wang Kang said again.

"Need not!"

"How about I give you some incense money?"

"Need not!"

"Why don't I build a nunnery next to your temple? Maybe there is someone to talk to..."

The bald monk said with a dark face, "No need!"

no, I'm fine,

This guy really didn't like oil and salt, and Wang Kang was a little annoyed, so he said directly: "Tell me, how can I give these bitter herbs to me?"

"This bitter herb is necessary for our daily meditation, and the abbot brother is also useful,"

The bald monk said directly: "The benefactor should stop thinking about it!"

Hearing this, Wang Kang couldn't help but angrily said: "As a monk sitting in meditation, he still needs bitter grass to refresh himself. What kind of meditation is this?"

He didn't need to think about it and knew that these monks used tobacco to refresh themselves on the one hand, but the bigger reason might be addiction.

Perhaps they unconsciously picked a tobacco leaf and chewed it in their mouths, because of its strong irritating effect, it just played the role of restoring physical strength and refreshing.

So it is often picked and chewed, and the number of times becomes more and more, and it becomes a hobby.

Because tobacco has a certain degree of addiction, just like smoking.

In other words, these monks are likely to be old smokers.

Just sit in meditation and cultivate your body and mind?

Wang Kang thought about it, and asked directly: "Why do you sit in meditation?"

The monk was stunned, and then said: "Awakening requires meditation practice."

After hearing this, Wang Kang shook his head disdainfully. Seeing this, the monk asked: "Looking at what the benefactor said to me, is it very disdainful?"

"Yes!" Wang Kang admitted directly.

The monk was expressionless, but the other monks looked at Wang Kang sullenly.

"Could it be that the benefactor understands Zen?" the monk asked.

"I know a little bit."

Hearing this, even the monk's self-cultivation couldn't help laughing, and the other monks present even disdain to ridicule.

The monk shook his head and said, "Looking at your clothes, you look very noble. You should be from a famous family, rich or young. What do you know about Zen?"

"I don't know much, but I know better than you!" Wang Kang said bluntly.

"Then I'm going to ask, what advice does the benefactor have?"

Although he said so, there was a mockery in his eyes.

"You just said that you need to sit in meditation for enlightenment?"

Wang Kang said: "The way is realized by the heart, why are you sitting?"

"Born without lying down, and dying without sitting down, you are a rotten bone. What is merit or demerit?"

Shocked at every word, the monk was stunned!

The other monks also stared at Wang Kang dumbfounded.

Zen language?

He can really speak Zen?

If you are born without sitting down and die without sitting down, you are a rotten bone, so what is merit or demerit?

It is difficult for outsiders to understand and understand the meaning, but those who really understand will be able to hear the mystery. This is an exquisite Zen saying...

It is difficult for many eminent monks to speak.

The meaning of this Zen saying can be interpreted as, a stinky bone is a rotten appearance. If you are obsessed with the Dharma of sitting meditation but do not understand Zen, it will be manifested that you will not sit when you are born, and you will not sit when you die.

At this time, think about it the other way around, these four elements and six faculties are falsely combined with foreign countries, who is building merit?Who gets the law?

If you sit in Zen, you cannot sit in Zen. If you sit in Buddha, the Buddha has no form and no fixed expression, so how can you sit?

Do you sit in meditation or sit in Buddha?

It is not feasible to use Zen to seek to become a Buddha.

The monk murmured, and instantly understood what he meant, and looked at Wang Kang in horror.

"Do you really understand Zen?"