Talk about the world of mortals in detail

The monks of Xiangshan Zen Monastery made arrangements for the abbot's funeral, but the abbot passed away in a hurry and they did not decide who the next abbot would be.

Because of the calligraphy treasure given by the late emperor and the respect the abbot usually places on him, the monks originally planned to elect Monk Wu as the new abbot, but Monk Wu had no such intention.

On the day when the abbot pagoda was erected, all the local gentry and celebrities came, including scribes, wealthy households and even officials. The inside of Xiangshan Zen Monastery seemed to be very solemn, but also very lively.

It was just helpless that the monk only appeared for a while when the abbot entered the pagoda, and then disappeared.

The monks in the temple knew that they couldn't help but dislike the excitement that followed, but no one said anything.

But in fact, the monk had no choice but to go back to his monastery to pack his things.

Simply take an alms bowl, another set of monk's robes, and a cloth bag with a few things, then close your monk's room and get ready to go out.

"Master Welfare, why are you here? Everyone is planning to elect you to be the abbot!"

A young monk who forgot to pick up his bracelets ran past here and happened to see Monk Feng coming out. After saying this, he suddenly saw Monk Feng's outfit.

"Master, are you going out?"

"Excellent! The poor monk is going down the mountain. He doesn't dare to accept the position of abbot. Please ask the brothers and sisters in the temple to make another choice!"

"Hey, master, don't leave yet. Many important people are here today, waiting to watch the ceremony and take over as abbot!"

The young monk tried to persuade the gray-bearded monk in front of him, but the latter recited "Buddha's mercy", said nothing more, and walked straight to the front yard of the temple.

In the back, where the abbot entered the pagoda, all the monks in the temple were chanting sutras in unison, and chimes, wooden fish, clangs and other objects were sounded from time to time, creating a bustle of Buddhist sounds.

The figure of the lawless monk was obviously carrying the Buddha's message on his back.

"Master, please wait. Oh, I'll call my senior brother and master, okay? Hey, hey, just wait!"

The young monk was a little anxious. Master Wu seemed to be really leaving. He tried to keep him, and wanted to turn around and go to the pagoda at the back to call for help. However, seeing Master Wu walking very fast, he hurriedly ran to stop him.

It's just that the monk's pace was too fast, and the young monk couldn't keep up, so he kept chasing him through the side courtyard to the front.

There were many pilgrims coming to Xiangshan Pagoda today, but most of them went to the back to see the abbot off. There was almost no one in front. A big monk was walking in front, and a little monk was chasing after him.

In the square in the front yard, the big pit where the two innate masters fought was still there. The helpless monk glanced at it without stopping. In front of him was the mountain gate.

Huh~

A bright yellow light flashed, and a monk with a round face, a plump face, and a long beard and cheeks appeared in front of the temple.

This was a monk that the young monk had never seen before, and the way he appeared made the young monk stunned for a moment, but it was obvious that this monk did not appear because of the young monk.

"Monk No, your meditation practice is an opportunity that many people can't get in several lifetimes. There is a connection with Buddha in this temple. If you stay here, you can achieve enlightenment!"

As Teru Li spoke, she subconsciously glanced at the top of Yayoi Hall over there.

Since the battle of Xiantian, Monk Teruri has almost never appeared again. Before appearing today, he was actually hesitant, but in the end he chose to show up to persuade.

The young monk on the side looked at this strange monk blankly, and a suspicion arose in his heart. Could it be that he was a Bodhisattva or a Buddha?

The helpless monk raised his head.

"Thank you, Master Teru, for the advice. I have decided to leave as a poor monk!"

The helpless monk passed directly by the monk Teruri, who turned around and said angrily.

"Ding Feixiong, more than 20 years ago, you cut off your ties to the world and devoted yourself to the Buddha. You gave up your innate martial arts. Today, you have to abandon the Buddha just because of changes in your hometown. Are your ties to the world still intact? Are you worthy of Mr. Yi?"

The helpless monk paused slightly, but did not look back. Teruri appeared to persuade him, which surprised him.

"It's so good. Ding Feixiong has achieved liberation more than 20 years ago. Now the poor monk comes down the mountain. He only feels that he can't find the Dharma while sitting in meditation and chanting sutras, so he goes down the mountain to find the Buddha!"

After the helpless monk finished speaking, he stepped out of the mountain gate and walked forward.

"There is a Buddha's light in the temple, and the Buddha is here! If you go down the mountain, you will break the precepts and be in trouble, and you will be far away from the Buddha!"

Teruri finally spoke out. Although deep down he was slightly jealous of Monk Fu, he also felt that he was a fellow disciple. No other monk in Xiangshan Temple could even look at him.

But the helpless monk didn't seem to accept this kindness. He walked out without even a pause, and soon he was far away.

At the entrance of the temple, the young monk looked at Monk Teruri carefully. He was about to say something, but the latter glanced at him, shook his head and disappeared.

This shocked the little monk again. After searching everywhere, he couldn't find it. It took a while before he suddenly remembered the original purpose.

"Oops, I can't help you, Master!"

But at this time, the helpless monk had already gone far.

Although Xiantian's martial arts skills from the first battle had been abolished, because of Yi Shuyuan's action, the monk's physical strength was still there, and he walked as fast as flying.

Over the years, I had a chance to hear the true teachings of Buddhism, but at first I was calm, but later I understood the true meaning of Buddhism, and then I became unsettled.

It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that if people are in trouble and want to find transcendence, they will naturally find the Buddha, and if they are saved by the Buddha's Dharma, they will be liberated.

The Unnamed Sutra passed down by Mr. Yi also said that the Buddha should save the world from water and fire.

It’s just that after more than 20 years of practicing Zen and chanting sutras, even though I can’t see the mortal world in the temple, I can’t see water and fire. The monk can hardly see the Buddha. All good things in Buddhism are virtues. Is it only in the temple?

What the abbot said before his death was right. If you can't meditate, you might as well go down the mountain!

Since the Buddha saves the world from water and fire, he will go to find the Buddha wherever there is water and fire. Or perhaps, what Monk Zhaoli said is right, he may really have an unbroken connection with the world!

After all, after hearing what happened in the north, I couldn't help but feel calm.

Walking during the day, walking under the stars at night, not stopping. Practicing and meditating for an hour or two late at night every day is considered a rest.

Along the way, he searched for water for alms and reached the border of Moshan in just a few days with the steps of a helpless monk.

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In the grain drying field of Xihe Village, Yi Shuyuan was "reciting the letter" to this point, and some of the elderly people who were in a trance couldn't help but exclaimed.

"He is actually going to Nanyan?"

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the north.

"That was originally his hometown."

"Don't interrupt, brother, keep talking!" "Yes, keep talking!"

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The helpless monk went all the way north until he reached Moshan Pass, where he was stopped by the Dayong border officers. They also alerted the gatekeeper and took the monk who was going north alone to the camp.

After checking the monk's certificate of death, Captain Bian Guan frowned and looked at the monk who looked to be at least fifty or sixty years old.

The certificates and documents seemed to be genuine, and the monk did not seem to be fake. Everything was searched all over his body, except for old monk clothes and bags, and only some monks' ritual instruments.

"Master, do you really want to go to Nanyan? There is a lot of chaos there now. In the past two years, I heard that many Nanyan people are trying to cross Moshan and run to our Dayong side. I think Master wants to wander around or not It’s better to go south.”

"Excellent, thank you for reminding me, sir, that this poor monk has nothing to offer, and going here is not for physical peace, but for peace of mind!"

Seeing the way the monk closed his eyes and chanted sutras after finishing speaking, the captain frowned and thought for a moment, and finally let him go.

Theoretically, Dayong and Nanyan entered the country under a treaty of good relations between the two countries. As long as there was a road between the south and the north, the border customs would let them go.

But the pass on Dayong's side was easy, but the one on Nanyan's side was not.

At the Nanyan Pass north of Moshan, Monk Wen was detained for half a day and interrogated.

When he was released, the red sandalwood Buddha beads were gone, the alms bowl was taken away, the sitting cloth for outdoor meditation was gone, and even the gold, stone and fire flint were gone. It was an extra mercy to leave a water bag.

When the helpless monk walked out of the Nanyan border and headed north, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"It's so good, the poor monk really has nothing to offer now, that's fine, that's fine!"

The helpless monk's steps seemed to have become much lighter. He picked withered dry vines and wild melons to make an alms bowl. He slept in the open and headed north. After walking for three consecutive days, he finally saw a settlement of houses.

"Finally I can eat!"

The monk thought so, and his steps became much faster. However, as he got closer to the village, he couldn't help but frown. Holding the alms bowl made of vine melon in his hand, the monk walked into the village. Some of the houses were complete and some were dilapidated. But I didn't see any people.

"Where are you from?"

A somewhat unclear old voice came. The monk looked for the voice and saw two old people standing in the alley over there. One of them was holding a few wooden branches in his hand, as if he was returning from collecting firewood.

"Oh, this poor monk has no choice but to travel here, hoping to have a fast meal!"

"Monk?"

The two old men smiled.

"You can still see monks coming to beg for alms these days, so come with us!"

The monk quickly followed the two old men and arrived at a courtyard not far away, but he still saw few people along the way. He only stood outside the courtyard and did not enter the courtyard.

One of the two old men entered the house, and the other spread firewood outside.

"This old benefactor, why is there no one in the village?"

The old man looked outside the courtyard, shook his head and said.

"The bandits came several times every now and then, the officers and soldiers came several times every now and then, and the rebels came several times. Some were kidnapped, and some ran away on their own initiative. Anyway, there were fewer and fewer people in the village, and gradually only a few of us old guys were left. Waiting to die here.”

At this time, the old man in the room came out.

"Master, the land is barren and the food is gone. I'll just eat two taros and this radish, which I just pulled up in the morning."

The monk quickly lowered the bowl made of vine melon in his hand and asked the old man to put things into the bowl.

"That's good, that's good. Thank you, donor. Thank you, donor!"

After saying this, the monk started eating outside the courtyard. Two taros were not enough for him to fill his teeth, and a radish made a squeaking sound after gnawing away the mud.

But after eating, the monk didn’t ask for more.

"Two old donors, is there anything I can do for you?"

The old man waved his hand.

"let's go."

The helpless monk felt unhappy and stood outside the courtyard without moving for a long time with his hands clasped together. When he saw the wooden pole and bucket beside the water tank in the courtyard, he suddenly spoke.

"Although the poor monk is not in his prime, he still has some strength. Please help the benefactor in the village to fetch some water!"

As he spoke, the monk didn't wait for the old man to object. He entered the courtyard and picked up the pole and bucket. He didn't wait for the old man to point out where the water source was, and walked in a certain direction in the village as if he knew very well.

There are still nine households in the village, all of which are elderly people who have no relatives or friends.

The helpless monk went to a well in the village. He first fetched water and then drank until he was full. Then he started to carry water from it, filling all the water tanks of nine households.

When this was not enough, the monk relied on his strength to use himself as an ox, pushing the plow and plowing many fields in half a day.

After doing all this, the monk faced the grateful old man in the village and left a message, waiting for him for a while, he would definitely bring back the seeds, so that he could sow them in time while the season was still good!

Without bringing any other food sent by the old man, the monk just filled a bag of water and set off.

Eleven days later, the monk rushed back to the village with his slightly bulging cloth bag, but he didn't expect that there would be no survivors when he returned to the village.

The monk stood outside the courtyard where he had made alms for the first time, looking at the old man's body and chanting for a long time.

In the evening, the sound of horse hooves sounded outside the village, and the noise in the village interrupted the monk's chanting.

Someone was cursing over there.

"Damn it, I searched all over and couldn't find it!" "That's so damn weird!"

"Without three or five cows, how could these old guys plow so many fields?"

The helpless monk who had his eyes closed outside the village courtyard opened his eyes.

"Buddha, where is he?"

Although he has been reciting sutras for more than 20 years, the helpless monk admits that he does not know how to save people. On the contrary, he seems to have saved many people when he was a fake monk.

Looking at the direction that seemed to be filled with smoke, the monk walked towards the noisy part of the village.

"Huh? There is a monk!" "Oh, can we still see a monk these days?"

"It's so rare!"

The group of people didn't know whether they were horse thieves or bandits, but the monk saw clearly at this moment that those dirty feelings came from these people.

"How can a poor monk save you from the evil in your body?"

A group of horse thieves standing on horses waving knives were amused and approached the monk.

"Hahahaha." "This monk still wants to save us?"

"Monk, even if your Grandpa Buddha comes, you still have to kneel down for us!"

"Hahahahahaha."

"I heard that monks reciting sutras are like singing operas. How many verses can you sing for us? If you sing well, I will spare your life!"

The monk lowered his clasped hands as a Buddhist ritual, gradually clenched his fists, and looked up in the direction of the leader of the group of horse thieves. This was just a feeling, but it seemed to be very accurate.

"There is a saying in the Buddha's saying that there is evil in all sentient beings. They may be enlightened after seeing the Buddha, or be enlightened by seeing purgatory, or be enlightened by practicing Buddhism and seeing the true self. The Buddha's Dharma is humble, but as several donors said, it is difficult to save it without knowing it. Let’s transform all the donors and bring them enlightenment.”

The helpless monk never expected that he would break the great precept just after he came down the mountain.

Maybe I am a monk who has become a monk on the way, even though I have practiced sutras for more than 20 years, I still have the recklessness of the world, and I am still not a qualified monk!