Chapter 106 Bodhi never forgets Lingtai Jing

In the sacred hall, the Buddha is high above, overlooking all living beings, as if everything in the world is related to him, but has nothing to do with him.He wandered in the clouds, leisurely outside the world, and fell into the world of mortals, paying attention to the ups and downs of the world. Kneeling on the futon, watching thousands of lotus lamps flickering on and off, only the curling sandalwood lingers, the bell rings, and the wooden fish bursts out, trying to wake up the dreamer.With the boredom of floating in the dust sea, we shake off the dust, just for this short-term clearing.I believe that many people come to the temple to cleanse themselves.Wash the dust, wash away the dust, and then go to the secular world, and then come here again after being contaminated with the smell of the wind and dust all over the body. This is repeated, and the number of times is too many, and even the Buddha will get tired of it.

Looking at the Buddha, with countless tiredness, he said in a low voice: "Buddha, I am tired, I have not slept all night, tossed and turned in a dream, I don't want to wake up, but I wake up too fast." The Buddha smiled lightly: "Do you believe in Chu Xianmo?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and asked, "Did you know he came?" After asking, I regretted a little, didn't Buddha know? The Buddha laughed at me proudly: "I am a Buddha, is there anything I don't know? Foretelling everything in the world, Chu Xianmo is still a mortal after all, he has joys and sorrows, birth, old age, sickness and death, but Buddha does not."

I smiled and looked at the Buddha: "Tell me, is this the sorrow of Chu Xianmo, or the Buddha's sorrow? He can have the life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people, but the Buddha cannot. The same fate. Buddha, will you get tired of it?" The Buddha is still gentle, not the slightest touch by my words, he looked at me calmly with kind eyes, and smiled: "Shen Meiwan, do you know how many lives you have to practice and how many reincarnations you have to go through before you can become a Buddha? These countless Adversity and suffering must be endured with one's own perseverance, in order to obtain the final detachment."

I nodded slightly: "So, tell yourself, you must cherish and cherish the fruits of countless reincarnations. The Buddhist world and the fairy world cannot accept a little mistake, just a little bit, it will be destroyed, no matter how much you have had. Profound devotion, just a little mistake, will kill everything, is that so?" The Buddha looked at me with a feeling of resentment: "It's like this. It's unexpected. You understand what the world doesn't understand. This is the Buddha. It needs firm perseverance. It cannot be moved like a rock. Once it is moved, it will be destroyed. Eternal life and eternal life. Can no longer escape."

I sighed: "It's just that there are so many reincarnations and this kind of attachment. Is it worth it just for the real body of a Buddha? To save myself and to be reborn in the world, why at this time, I feel that compassion has become a burden. It's like A debt, an unpayable debt." The Buddha smiled lightly: "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell always needs someone to take this step. If you go right, you will be a Buddha. If you go wrong, you will be a devil. Fortunately, I am a Buddha, and I will not let myself make mistakes. .” I was moved by the Buddha's words, and tasted the faint helplessness in the words, so I only asked in a low voice: "Buddha, among so many kalpas, the most difficult must be the kalpa of love? It took you several lifetimes to get out of it." Emotional calamity? Because the most immovable thing for immortals and Buddhas is emotion."

The Buddha replied firmly: "Yes, the immortal Buddha is emotional, and the world does not tolerate it. The immortal Buddha, the first thing to do is to be ruthless, ruthless and desireless, and the three worlds will be peaceful. The immortal Buddha only needs to sit in the clouds, detached from the world, and see The birth, old age, sickness and death of the world. The mission of the Buddha is to save, and the mission of the devil is to destroy." The Buddha did not answer the question I wanted to know. How many lifetimes did it take him to escape the kalpa of love and become a Buddha through cultivation? He just told me that his mission is to save.

I lowered my eyebrows and pondered for a long time before asking: "Chu Immortal Demon, did he become an immortal or a demon? Or is he just a human being, just his mortal?" The Buddha smiled slightly: "Actually, you already knew the answer, didn't you?" I didn't want to pretend, so I could only nod my head: "Yes, he has feelings, so he can't cultivate immortality, and he can't become a demon, because both of them must abandon lust. He can't do it. I don't know how many lives he needs to practice to do it. , but in this life, definitely not.”

I said in a low voice: "Compassion is the most holy, and coldness becomes a devil. What is required is determination and thoroughness. There must be no impurity, no weakness, no hesitation, no hesitation, no contradiction, no inclination, no infirmity of any kind." ,both are not." The Buddha nodded: "Yes, you see it very clearly, but it's a pity that you can only talk, but you can't do it. I can't keep you. What can keep you is still the sea of ​​dust, because you came from there, and you won't do it for your own sake. Any kind of ending, but persistence, you are willing to accept the reincarnation of life after life, you are too lazy, a kind of decadent and beautiful laziness, I can see it in you." Buddha's words, I understand, he seems to wear Everything about me, even laziness, has become a beautiful decadence.

I laughed: "It's just this life, maybe in the next life, I will also practice, to become a fairy, or become a demon. If I have such a thought, I am willing to become a demon. Compassion is too tiring, and there are too many scruples. Compassion is hateful." ...And demons can be unscrupulous, even hate is dripping. Therefore, I am willing to be a thorough person, love and hate, I choose hate." The Buddha laughed lightly: "As smart as you, how can you know that there is no hatred without love, and you know hate only after you have loved, otherwise, what would you use to hate?"

I also laughed: "Smart as you are, how can you know that there is no love without hatred, and you know love only after hatred, otherwise, what would you use to love?" The Buddha looked at me lovingly and smiled gently: "You are such a lovely child, an elf in the world. I can't bear it. I can't bear you to enter the Buddhist gate and step into this silent threshold. From then on, the ancient Qingdeng Buddha, indifferent and pure .” I smiled and said: "You are afraid that there will be one less woman like me in the world, but if I enter Buddhism, you and I will be able to face each other day and night in the future. Do you think we can still talk like this?" Thinking, if I talk to the Buddha every day, will there be a day when the Buddha will be emotional for me?I am ashamed of my thoughts, it is my sin to defile the Buddha so much.

The Buddha seemed to know what I was thinking, and looked at me softly: "Being together day and night, after that, I am bored. I understand you. You are as clear as the moon, as clear as water, and as thin and cool as smoke. You don't belong to anyone." I replied firmly: "Yes, I only belong to myself. I can pay for anyone, but I don't belong to anyone. My whole life is only given to myself, including my death." The Buddha nodded: "Okay, you can leave, you don't have to come back in the future, since you want to give up, please be thorough." I smiled: "Buddha, if you are annoyed, everyone in the world can be annoyed, but you are the only one who can't. My coming and going is only up to me to decide, and my life will not be tilted for anyone. Buddha, please Remember, fate can decide me, but it cannot distort me. If this life is a comedy, I will make it a tragedy. If it is a tragedy, I will make it a comedy." The Buddha disagreed: "You are still a stubborn child, this is good, let me see the innocence and immaturity deep in your heart, and you have not been permeated by the dyeing vat of the world of mortals, it is very good like this. In the future, you can walk well by yourself. No matter how long the journey is, you have to go well." I replied firmly: "The road I have always walked on is my own. There are so many side roads. Every time I turn around, I will not turn back. Whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, I will not turn back. Forsaking others, It is cruel, abandoning oneself is betrayal. I can be cruel, but I cannot betray." The Buddha waved his hand: "Let's go. After this snow season is over, the spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom. However, the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers may not be happiness. All of this is up to you. Although fate is destined, people can also change a lot. , trust me, it's all up to you." I pursed my lips and said: "I believe, I have always believed, but many times, I don't bother to change, I am used to laziness, and I look at all this indifferently." "Decadence." The Buddha squeezed out these two words, as if he was a little disappointed in my laziness.It turns out that the patience of the Buddha is also limited, and the beauty just now seems to have disappeared, and now only decadence remains. When the bell rang, the morning class was over.I kowtowed to respect the Buddha, and I said: "Buddha, I am leaving, and I will not say goodbye to you tomorrow. If there is a destiny, I will see you again." The Buddha nodded and smiled: "Go, the Buddha is everywhere. To see me, you don't have to go to the nunnery. Everywhere in the world is fine. As long as you want to see, read the scriptures, call the Buddha, and the Buddha will appear. " I smiled and said: "Buddha is really powerful. He can hear the calls of all living beings in the world and know the suffering in any place. Buddha belongs to people in the world, but does not belong to anyone. This is the detachment of Buddha, the real detachment. Turn around So many reincarnations, so many years of practice, for this, I deeply admire it." My words seemed to lack a lot of sincerity, but I really didn't have the heart to laugh at him. He is a Buddha, no matter how arrogant I am, I won't Dare to laugh at him.At most, I can only laugh at myself. The Buddha looked down at me, still merciful, but no longer spoke, because he knew that no matter how many words were spoken, they were pale and no longer vivid to me. When I stepped out of the threshold, I looked up and saw snowflakes flying. I don’t know who the snow fell for, so tireless, so forgetful, and will we stay in this snow? Turning eyebrows and painting fans, as well as Wufei, Xie Ronghua and Gu Wanyi looked at each other and smiled, without saying a word, as if everyone knew in their hearts, I understand, just now, they all talked to the Buddha in their hearts, prayed, blessed, and There is so much to pour out. Concubine Wu looked up at Feixue and said, "Do you think this snow will keep people?" Xie Ronghua answered: "Sister Xue is saying that the snow is falling heavily and the mountain roads are closed, so we can delay returning to the palace?" Gu Wanyi held Xuehua in her arms and smiled: "At that time, we will tell the emperor that it is Xuehua who resisted the decree, not us? Is it reasonable to blame Xuehua for the crime?" I smiled and said, "What can't be said, I believe the emperor has heard it and found it interesting. It's just that I don't want to stay here anymore, even though it's peaceful and quiet here, I want to go back to the palace." After speaking, I looked at the snowy sky , Such a hazy day, Cuimei Temple is suitable for intoxication, but not for sinking. Concubine Wu looked at me with a smile: "Sister, do you miss the emperor?" After all, she couldn't help asking me. In fact, she might be the one who misses Chunyi, but she gave me this miss. I didn't want to admit it, and I didn't want to deny it, so I just smiled and said: "We promised the emperor that it will only be three days, and we will return to the palace after three days. We will do what we promised. The snow will stop, and the path will be unimpeded." The painting fan held my hand: "My sister is still the same. I will definitely do what I promised. I will go back tomorrow. Although Cuimei Temple lives in a quiet and comfortable place, I am a passerby here, so I can only go back to my own place." .” Xie Ronghua nodded and smiled: "Then we each cherish today's time, and when we come again, I don't know what year it will be." Gu Wanyi smiled and said: "Then let's go back to our rooms and meditate in meditation." Everyone nodded one after another, and I, accompanied by a painting fan, did not have a good rest last night, and today I can sleep with the snow.The days in Cuimei Nunnery were so peaceful, those young nuns either invited them to cook tea and lecture on Zen together, or read scriptures alone in the Zen room.Such a peaceful day, no matter how good it is, is just one day. After tonight, we all have to return to our own place and accept the ups and downs. Snowflake, you fall, I like to fall heavily, no matter what happens tomorrow, I will go back to Zijin City.I will not let Buddha, a joke to me.It turned out that what I was doing was not the promise to Chunyi, but the promise to Buddha. Bodhi never forgets that the spiritual platform is clean, and the mirror comes out of the box to shine without dust.