Chapter 2411 Debate
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After one night, dawn will come, when there are thick clouds covering the entire Centipede Ridge in the sky, and the whole land is plunged into darkness again.
"Crack, crack..." The distant thunder sounded very heavy in the night.
"Thunder?" The little novice who was lying down next to Fairy Jing was awakened by the sound of thunder. He looked around and was startled. He almost forgot that he fell asleep outside the temple last night. "Female benefactor, Come down to shelter from the rain!"
Naturally, the little monk couldn't see how many thick clouds there were in the sky, but he reminded Fairy Jing based on his feeling.
Fairy Jing ignored it, and still sat there without saying a word.
The little novice didn't dare to delay, and rushed into the temple. After a while, Jiandong came out with a few monks, holding bamboo poles and oilcloths in their hands. The monks looked very familiar, but they got together in a while. A proposed tent to protect Fairy Jing in it. Seeing the strong wind blowing up, the tarpaulin was blown a little crooked, but the foundation was very solid, and it was not afraid of being blown away.
Jiandong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing that Fairy Jing was silent, he shut up, the little novice first stood in the tent for a while, as if he wanted to accompany Fairy Jing, but it was a pity that it didn't take long, and he looked a little scared Some trembling.
Fairy Jing gave a rare smile and said to him, "Go back, I'm fine here."
"No!" Chongxi's little novice gritted his teeth, "The female benefactor is a guest at my Chenghui Temple, although the female benefactor cannot be allowed to enter the temple to avoid the rain, but..."
While talking, the heavy rain of "crackling" beans has already fallen and hit the ground. Hit on the oilcloth, it is really powerful.
The little novice shrank his neck and dared not speak, and naturally leaned towards Fairy Jing. Although she is a small little novice, Fairy Jing is still not used to it, frowning slightly, she blocked the approach of the little novice, but for a moment, although there was strong wind and heavy rain outside the tent, there was not a trace of chill in the tent . Not only raindrops cannot fall in. Even the strong wind can't blow in.
Such a heavy wind and rain outside the temple, inside the temple, under the pine forest is also normal. And in the strong wind, the pine forest Ruotao made strange sounds like many demons and ghosts dancing around. A stream of rain seemed to be pouring down. Clouds gushed out of Xiao Hua's body. He kept everything out of his body, but the old monk didn't have any cover around him, allowing the strong wind to blow his robe away. Let the raindrops hit you! Amidst the sound of wind and rain, the sound of chanting scriptures continued.
Xiao Hua wanted to investigate, his eyes kept falling on the old monk, the old monk didn't seem to notice the wind and rain, as if these were sunshine, as if these were the air, don't bother at all, what the old monk did was turn the rosary and recite scriptures.
The heavy rain raged for most of the day, and it didn't clear up until dusk. The whole sky was full of water, and a huge rainbow streaked across the sky, leaving a brilliant splendor.
"The benefactor...is there... something important?" The old monk who was chanting the scriptures finally spoke after reading the last few words.
Hearing the voice was a little jerky, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Apart from World Honored One, where else is there anything else in the world?" Xiao Hua replied lightly.
"Oh?" When the old monk heard this, he opened his eyes, his eyes were rather deep, and the wrinkles on his forehead also accumulated.
Xiao Hua can see clearly, if there is not a heavy rain, I am afraid that dust and stains will fall between the old monk's wrinkles!
"The poor monk has met the immortal friend very hard!" The old monk said without getting up, clasping his hands together.
"My lord Xiao Hua!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands to return the salute, and said, "I have seen Zen Master Shenku."
"Friend Immortal... As a master of Confucianism Cultivator, I don't know what to teach me at Chenghui Temple?" Yun Xia, who looked deeply at Xiao Hua's body, asked faintly.
Xiao Hua didn't hide anything, and said: "On the next trip, I saw the monks of your temple farming under Centipede Ridge, and even saw the comfort of the villagers near Centipede Ridge. It was different from what I saw before, so I was curious , so I came to pay a visit.”
"If that's the case, the fairy friend can go!" He replied with deep regret and words like gold.
Xiao Hua scratched his head, thought for a while and said: "I want to donate some food in Chenghui Temple, I wonder if it is possible?"
"If you are a fairy friend, you can go to the main hall as much as you want, and you don't need to look for the poor monk."
"Then what if I want to discuss Buddhism with Zen Master?" Xiao Hua asked again with great interest.
"Oh? When did Confucianism cultivators also teach Buddhism?" He raised his brows bitterly, but said with a bitter face, "But the fairy friend is wrong again. The Dharma is only in the heart. Even I, the Buddha Tathagata, can only smile with flowers , if it is preached, is it still a scripture?"
"Forget it, forget it, don't talk about Zen techniques with the Great Monk, which sect is the Great Monk?" Xiao Hua smiled and waved his hand.
"In the eyes of the poor monk, there is the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp in the past. In the eyes of the poor monk, there is the Maitreya Buddha who will be born in the future. In the eyes of the poor monk, there is the Buddha Sakyamuni. What denomination?"
When Xiao Hua heard this, his nose was almost crooked, the old monk's question was not what he answered, it was a common method of the Buddhist sect's ingenuity, but in the end, Xiao Hua didn't understand the old monk's origin .
"Old monk, you are boring!" Xiao Hua said coldly, "Buddhism pays attention to opening the door of convenience. Although I am a Confucianism cultivator, I also understand Buddhist principles. If you want to discuss with the master, your face will be in my eyes What kind of merits are you talking about with the appearance of rejecting it? What kind of practice are you talking about?"
"Cultivation is practice, merit is also merit, and the two should not be confused!" Shen Ku seemed to feel that he was going too far, and his tone was a little slow, "My Buddha emphasizes fate. If the donor is destined to be with the Buddha, the poor monk does not need to say more, the donor will naturally enter I am a Buddhist, if the benefactor has no connection with my Buddha, what can the poor monk do if he is a lotus flower?"
"Then what is the monk doing as the abbot of Chenghui Temple? Why are there so many good fields up and down this centipede mountain? Isn't these merits to attract all the villagers to Buddha? Isn't it just to want Buddha's light to shine in Shanliang country? Puzhao?"
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and the poor monk does not want any merits. The light of my Buddha does not need the merits of the poor Tao to illuminate Shanliang." Shen Ku replied lightly, "The poor monk only knows that practice is life. Practice. Since the poor monk can't get rid of the stinky skin of this life, he can only practice day and night."
Xiao Hua still wanted to say something, but Shenku continued: "I am afraid that the benefactor is thinking like ordinary people, but every practice is to get rid of common affairs, but I don't know that there is a sea of suffering everywhere in this world, even if I hide in the meditation room, it is impossible Pure. Instead of that, why not go deep into the sea of suffering and practice?”
"The almsgiver just talked about merit. Saving one person is a merit, and saving ten people is also a merit. It doesn't have to be a merit when helping others in times of distress. The monks of my Chenghui Temple, and even the monks of other Shanliang countries, although There is less time for chanting, and even though there are fewer opportunities for Zen meditation, they are still practicing during their work. Moreover, the monks in our Shanliang country do not let the world suffer, and accumulate merits in ordinary times. Who can say Isn't this a merit?"
"Haha, what the old monk said is right!" Xiao Hua laughed loudly, "Saving people from water and fire is a small merit, and teaching people to get out of water and fire is a great merit. There is no need to teach Buddhist principles, as long as you teach kind thoughts, the light of Buddha will shine everywhere. Xiao is right The national teacher of Shanliang Kingdom is getting more and more interested! Farewell!"
After finishing speaking, Xiao Hua arched his hands at the bitter monk, auspicious clouds were born under his feet, and he rushed straight into the air, and Fairy Jing outside the temple saw Xiao Hua coming out, and also turned into a rainbow, and chased after him. The shape is all gone.
"Oh?" He frowned bitterly, a little surprised, then closed his eyes, and was about to chant sutras. But at this time, he thought of something again, and raised his voice, "Xing Zhu, which disciple brought this benefactor? I have something to ask."
Let's say that Xiao Hua flew into the air with a smile on his face, Fairy Jing asked with a smile when he saw it: "Friend Daoist Xiao, this trip seems to be very rewarding!"
"Well, indeed!" Xiao Hua nodded, "The Buddhist sect in this Shanliang country is different from what Xiao knows. Although Chenghui Temple is the smallest temple in Shanliang, everything it does is open and honest. The abbot is also different from ordinary monks, he is indeed a practitioner."
"Hey, I have never seen a fellow Taoist speak so highly of a monk." Fairy Jing echoed, "It seems that Xiao Jun is indeed a Daoming Lord!"
"Whether Xiao Jun is a Mingjun, I don't know for the time being, but the Buddhist disciple who supports Xiao Jun is a master, and Xiao is very interested in this Buddhist disciple who doesn't know what sect."
"Oh? With Fellow Daoist Xiao's cultivation in the Buddhist sect, you can't tell what sect it is?" Fairy Jing pretended to be surprised.
Xiao Hua waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao is just a half-baby, the cultivation base of the Buddha Sect is for Yuan Qing Daoist to listen to. How can he know much? But Xiao also knows some secrets of the Buddha Sect, but unfortunately these insights are still unknown. It is not enough to see clearly the origin of the abbot of Chenghui Temple."
"That's not easy? It's only a few hundred miles away from the capital of Shanliang Kingdom, and it's only a few minutes away! Fellow Daoist Xiao only needs to visit the national teacher, and he won't tell you?" Fairy Jing said dismissively.
Xiao Hua shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, Xiao still wants to take another look..."
"But listen to Fellow Daoist's orders!" Fairy Jing nodded very virtuously, she didn't feel any boredom by Xiao Hua's side, she seemed to hope that this road would go farther and farther, even without end.
Flying for a while, seeing another land boundary, and some monks are cultivating, but there are no mountains here, there are many lakes, and an exquisite temple was built between the lakes and mountains, Xiao Hua fell to the clouds without hesitation ...
What Xiao Hua didn't know was that not long after he landed, a ray of Buddha's light flew out from Chenghui Temple in Centipede Ridge, and passed over his head very quickly, the direction was the capital of Shanliang Kingdom.
Another two days, Xiao Hua once again flew out of Xiaomao with a smile on his face, and Fairy Jing simply used the technique of auspicious clouds to follow, and when he encountered another temple again, Xiao Hua did not stay but flew directly , it seems that what he saw in the two temples has satisfied him.
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