Chapter 2411 Debate

The night passed, and dawn came, until thick clouds covered the entire Centipede Ridge on the horizon, and the entire earth fell into darkness again.

"Crack..." The distant thunder sounded, which seemed very heavy in the night.

"Thundering?" The little novice who was sleeping next to Fairy Jing was immediately awakened by the thunder. He looked around and was startled. He almost forgot that he fell asleep outside the temple last night, "Female donor, Come down the mountain and take shelter from the rain!”

Naturally, the little novice monk couldn't see much of the thick clouds 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 young novice did not dare to delay and rushed into the temple. However, after a while, Jiandong hurried out with several monks, each holding bamboo poles, oilcloths and other items in their hands. The monks looked very familiar with each other, but it took only a moment to get along. A suggested tent to protect Fairy Jing inside. Seeing that the strong wind was blowing, the oilcloth was blown a little crookedly, but the foundation was very solid, so it was not afraid of being blown away.

Jian Dong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing that Fairy Jing was silent, he shut up. The young novice stood in the tent for a moment, as if he wanted to accompany Fairy Jing, but unfortunately after a while, he actually looked a little scared. A little trembling.

Fairy Jing gave a rare smile and said to him: "You can go back, I have nothing to do here."

"No!" Chongxi, a young novice monk, gritted his teeth, "The female benefactor is a guest when she comes to our Chenghui Temple. Although she is reading a novel, she cannot be allowed to enter the temple to take shelter from the rain, but..."

While he was talking, the "cracking" heavy raindrops of beans had already fallen and hit the ground. It was really powerful when it hit the oilcloth.

The little novice shrank her neck and did not dare to speak, and naturally leaned towards Fairy Jing. Although she was a small novice, Fairy Jing was still not used to it. She frowned slightly and blocked the approach of the novice. However, for a moment, although it was windy and rainy outside the tent, there was no chill inside the tent. . Not only raindrops cannot fall in. Even the strong wind can't blow it in.

There is such a heavy wind and rain outside the temple, but it is also normal inside the temple and under the pine forest. Moreover, in the strong wind, the pine trees were like waves, and each one made strange noises, like many monsters and ghosts dancing around. Lines of rain seemed to pour down. Clouds of clouds surged around Xiao Hua. He blocked everything out, but the old monk had no cover around him and allowed the strong wind to blow away his robe. Let the raindrops hit you! Amidst the sound of wind and rain, the sound of chanting continued.

Xiao Hua was intent on investigating, and his eyes kept falling on the old monk. The old monk seemed unaware of the wind and rain, as if these were sunshine, as if these were air, and ignored them completely. All the old monk did was turn the rosary beads and recite. Scripture.

The heavy rain is raging,

It lasted for most of the day, and it cleared up again at dusk. The entire sky was bright, and a huge rainbow streaked across the sky, leaving a brilliant brilliance.

"Donor...do you have something important to do?" The old monk who was reciting the sutra finally spoke after reciting the last few words of the sutra. The voice sounded a little jerky, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Aside from the World Honored One, where else can there be anything else?" Xiao Hua replied lightly.

"Oh?" When the old monk heard this, he opened his eyes. His eyes were quite dark, and the wrinkles on his forehead also accumulated.

Xiao Hua could see clearly that if there hadn't been a heavy rain, dust and stains would have fallen between the old monk's wrinkles!

"The poor monk has seen the immortal friend deeply!" The old monk said without getting up, clasping his hands together.

"Xiao Hua!" Xiao Hua returned the salute and said, "I have met Zen Master Shen Ku."

"Fellow Immortal... I am a master of Confucianism. I wonder what I can teach you at Chenghui Temple?" He looked at the clouds around Xiao Hua deeply and asked lightly.

Xiao Hua did not hide anything and said: "I was traveling along the way and saw the monks of your temple farming under Centipede Ridge. I also saw the comfort of the villagers near Centipede Ridge. It was different from what I had seen before, so I was curious. , just came to pay a visit.”

"If that's the case, you can leave, my dear friend!" Shen Xixi replied with words as golden as gold.

Xiao Hua scratched his head, thought for a moment and said, "I would like to donate some food at Chenghui Temple. Is that okay?"

"If my fellow immortals are willing, they can go to the main hall without looking for a poor monk."

"Then what if I want to discuss Buddhism with the Zen Master?" Xiao Hua asked again with interest.

"Oh? When did Confucian cultivators also teach Buddhism?" Shen Ku raised his brows, but said with a grimace, "But the immortal friend is wrong again. Buddhism only exists in the heart. Even I, Buddha Tathagata, can only hold flowers and smile. , if it is preached, is it still a true scripture?”

"That's all, that's all. If you don't want to discuss Zen with the great monk, which sect does the great monk belong to?" Xiao Hua smiled and waved his hand.

"In the eyes of the poor monk, there is the ancient Buddha Namo Lantern in the past. In the eyes of the poor monk, there is the future Buddha Maitreya. In the eyes of the poor monk, there is the Buddha Sakyamuni Buddha, the master of Namo. How can there be anything in this world? What sect is there?”

When Xiao Hua heard this, his nose was almost twisted with anger. The old monk asked questions but did not answer the questions, which was the common method of Buddhist debate. But in the end, Xiao Hua did not understand the origin of this old monk. .

"Old monk, you are no longer interesting!" Xiao Hua said coldly, "Buddhism emphasizes opening the door for convenience. Although I am a Confucian cultivator, I also understand Buddhism. If I want to discuss it with the master, your face will be... If you are turned away, what kind of merit can you talk about?"

"Practice is practice, and merit is merit. The two cannot be confused!" Shen Ku seemed to feel that he had gone too far, and his tone softened slightly, "My Buddha emphasizes predestined relationships. If the donor is predestined with my Buddha, I don't need to say much, the donor will naturally enter." In my Buddhist sect, if the benefactor has no connection with me as a Buddha, what will happen if the poor monk has a lotus flower on his tongue?"

"Then why does the monk sit here as the abbot of Chenghui Temple? Why do he create so many good fields up and down the Centipede Ridge? Aren't these merits meant to attract a group of villagers to worship the Buddha? Aren't they just to let the Buddha's light shine in Danliang Kingdom? Is it universal?”

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless and there is no end. The poor monk does not want any merits. The light of my Buddha will not use the merits of the poor Taoist to illuminate the Shanliang Kingdom." Shen Bitter replied indifferently, "The poor monk only knows that practice is life, and his behavior, words and deeds are all Practice. Since the poor monk cannot get rid of the bad habits of this life, he can only practice day and night."

Xiao Hua was about to say something, but Shen Ku continued: "I'm afraid the donor has the same thoughts as ordinary people. As long as you practice, you have to break away from worldly affairs. Little does he know that there is a sea of ​​suffering everywhere in the world, even if he hides in the Zen room, it is impossible. Purity. Instead of doing this, why not go deep into the sea of ​​suffering and practice?”

"The donor just talked about merit. Saving one person is a merit, and keeping ten people alive is also a merit. It does not necessarily have to be a merit when you help others in times of crisis. I, the monks of Chenghui Temple, and even the monks of other Shanliang Kingdoms, although Although they have less time to chant sutras and have less opportunities to meditate, they are still practicing while working. Moreover, our monks in Shanliang Kingdom do not let the world live in dire straits and accumulate merit in ordinary times. Who can say that. Isn’t this a merit?”

"Haha, what the old monk said is right!" Xiao Hua laughed, "Saving people from water and fire is a small merit, teaching people to escape from water and fire is a big merit. There is no need to teach Buddhism, as long as you teach good thoughts, the Buddha's light will shine. Xiao is right The national master of Shan Liang is becoming more and more interested! Farewell!"

After saying that, Xiao Hua cupped his hands towards the suffering monk, and auspicious clouds appeared under his feet, rushing straight into the air. When Fairy Jing outside the temple saw Xiao Hua coming out, she also turned into a rainbow and chased after him. In a moment, the two of them were All forms are invisible.

"Oh?" Shen Ku raised his brows, slightly surprised, then closed his eyes and was about to start chanting. But at this moment, he thought of something again and raised his voice, "Xingzhu, which disciple brought this benefactor? I have something to ask."

Let's talk about Xiao Hua flying into the air with a smile on his face. Fairy Jing saw it and asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, this trip looks very fruitful!"

"Yes, indeed!" Xiao Hua nodded, "The Buddhist sect in Shanliang Kingdom is different from what Xiao knows. Although Chenghui Temple is the smallest temple in Shanliang Kingdom, everything they do is magnanimous. The abbot is also different from ordinary monks, he is indeed a practicing person."

"Hehe, I have never seen a fellow Taoist speak so highly of a monk." Fairy Jing agreed, "It seems that Xiao Jun is indeed a wise man!"

"Whether Xiao Jun is a wise king or not, I don't know yet, but the Buddhist disciple who supports Xiao Jun is an expert. Xiao is very interested in this Buddhist disciple who doesn't know what sect he is."

"Oh? With Fellow Daoist Xiao's Buddhist cultivation, you didn't even see what sect it was?" Fairy Jing pretended to be surprised.

Xiao Hua waved his hand and said with a smile: "Xiao is just a dabbler. The Buddha's cultivation is only for Master Yuanqing to listen to. How can I know much? However, Xiao also knows a little about the secrets of the Buddha. Unfortunately, these insights are not enough." It’s not enough to clearly understand the origin of the abbot of Chenghui Temple.”

"Isn't that simple? This place is only a few hundred miles away from the capital of Shanliang Kingdom, and it will be here in a moment! Fellow Daoist Xiao only needs to visit the national master, and he won't tell you?" Fairy Jing said disdainfully.

Xiao Hua shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, Xiao wants to see it again..."

"But listen to fellow Taoist orders!" Fairy Jing nodded virtuously. She didn't feel any boredom by Xiao Hua's side. She seemed to hope that this road would become longer and longer, or even have no end.

After flying for a while, he saw another land boundary, and some monks were farming. However, there were no mountains here, but more lakes. An exquisite temple was built among the lakes and mountains. Xiao Hua lowered his head without hesitation. …

What Xiao Hua didn't know was that not long after he fell, a ray of Buddha's light flew out from the Chenghui Temple in Centipede Ridge and passed over his head very quickly, in the direction of the capital of Shanliang Kingdom.

Two days later, Xiao Hua once again flew out of the small temple with a smile. Fairy Jing simply used the auspicious cloud technique to follow him. When he encountered another temple again, Xiao Hua did not stay but flew directly. However, it seemed that what he saw in the two temples satisfied him. (To be continued...)