Chapter 90 1. Bazhi Toutuo smiled and said: Monk is so tired of the world, why not go out

After one or two years of painstaking planning through various contacts, the first federation of Buddhist circles in China's history was finally established in Shanghai.Master Jichan, the abbot of Tiantong Temple, has won the heartfelt love and admiration of Buddhist disciples all over the country with his profound Buddhist attainments, his famous poems spread inside and outside the country, his qualifications as a monk, and his practice of strictly abiding by Buddhist rules. Ten Fang Jungle unanimously elected him as the first president of the Chinese Buddhist Federation.The chairman's inauguration ceremony held in Jing'an Temple in Shanghai was solemn and grand, and its solemnity can be compared with the emperor's enthronement ceremony.The Chinese Buddhist Federation has its headquarters in Jing'an Temple in Shanghai and its head office in Fayuan Temple in Beijing.

At that time, although Sun Yat-sen resigned from the post of interim president, he still lived in Nanjing.With support for the democratic republic and reverence for Sun Yat-sen himself, Ji Chan went to Nanjing to pay respects to Sun Yat-sen.During the revolution, Sun Yat-sen also received support from people in Buddhist circles such as Su Manshu and Yuexia. Although he himself did not believe in Buddhism, he had a lot of affection for Buddhism. Ji Chan told Mr. Sun Yat-sen that there were troops stationed in temples in various provinces and they would not withdraw, which made monks and nuns nowhere to live in the temples. He also said that temple property was embezzled by local governments. He hoped that the government of the Republic of China would protect the interests of monks.

Sun Yat-sen told Jichan that the interests of the monks should be protected, but the government of the Republic of China had moved to the north, and Yuan Xiangcheng was the interim president, so the master should go to Beijing to seek help from the government.At the request of Jichan, Sun Yat-sen wrote another note to the Ministry of Internal Affairs in charge of the matter. Therefore, Jichan paid for this short note all the way to Beijing, and still placed an order for Fayuan Temple.The old abbot of Fayuan Temple passed away last year and was replaced by a younger abbot named Daojie.Daojie is a disciple of Jichan's heir law, and he is very respectful to Jichan.Jichan lived in Fayuan Temple, drafted the articles of association of the Buddhist Association of China and the report requesting the protection of the temple property, and at the same time negotiated with the abbot of the Buddhist temple in the capital, supervisors and other deacons about the establishment of the Beijing Branch of the Buddhist Association of China, and often Receiving admirers from all over the world, most of them are literati and laymen who like to compose Zen poems.Ji Chan talked with them about Zen and Buddhism, and they got along very well.In his spare time, he compiles and revises more than 2,000 poems accumulated over the past forty years.

Old friend Yang Xizi has been very active in the political arena this year, shuttled between the governments of the North and the South, and contributed a lot to the cooperation between the North and the South.But from Shanghai to Beijing, Master Fang Wai also heard a lot of gossip about this old friend who had suddenly turned from the monarchy to the Republic.Jichan really wanted to meet and talk with Xizi, whether it was talking about politics or Buddhist scriptures, he and Xizi had many topics in common.It's a pity that Xizi has gone to Qingdao, let's wait until he returns to the capital!

Apart from Xizi, this 62-year-old mage who is regarded by Buddhism as the true six senses of tranquility still has one person in mind, and that is Jing Wu.No one else knew that he still had this predestined relationship, and even he himself couldn't figure out how much his affection for her was. Whenever he sat alone under the green lamp in the darker night, or he tossed and turned on the cold Zen bed in the middle of the night, at that time, Jing Wu had a joyful face when he listened to his poems, and a disappointed and sad face when he refused her request. The eyes would emerge from his mind, which was as quiet as a dry well during the day, and sway in front of his eyes, and he would feel a kind of extra warmth, accompanied by a strong sense of self-blame.The preaching that all things are empty, and the determination to burn fingers and pay homage to the Buddha, all of them can no longer work at that moment.This kind of torture will not slowly disappear until the morning bell rings and the monks wake up.

For many years, this pain has quietly eroded his heart.He can't tell anyone, including Jing Wu.It has been more than a month since he came to the capital, and he often thinks about going to the Mercy Nunnery for a while to purify himself.But when he thought of her reluctant and dejected look when he broke up with Jing Wu that year, he dismissed the idea again.From heart to heart, he knew that that short gathering would definitely bring Jing Wu's mind a long time of unrest.Forget it, why bother to trouble her again! In the afternoon of this day, Dao Jie ran excitedly and said, "Master, our Fayuan Temple has produced a treasure!"

"What happened baby?" "The sun is good these days. I want Master Da Xing, who is in charge of the scripture building, to take out the scriptures to dry. Occasionally, Master Da Xing found a mezzanine in the wooden cabinet containing the scriptures written in the Tang Dynasty. When I opened the mezzanine, the inside There is an ancient painting hidden, which is the portrait of Guan Gong painted by Wu Daozi." "Wu Daozi's painting?" Jichan stood up and said, "Go and have a look, if it is really Wu Daozi's painting, it is indeed a treasure." Jichan followed the steps to the downstairs of the library, and Daxing presented his important discovery to the president.Jichan squinted his presbyopic eyes and looked at the painting carefully.In the painting, under the light of a candle, a general in military uniform is holding a book in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, as if he was reading late at night.Seeing that the general has thick eyebrows and long eyes, his righteousness is awe-inspiring, he is indeed the appearance of the legendary martial saint Guan Gong.The first inscription on the painting reads: Miaohou Bingzhu, Zhuang Zhuang of the Shu Han Dynasty, reads the picture at night.The title of the next chapter is: Wu Daozi Xun Mu Zhaijie respectfully paints Zhudan in the fifteenth year of Kaiyuan.

The one marked on the screen is Wu Daozi.As the saying goes, Cao's clothes come out of the water, and Wu's belt is like the wind. It means that the sleeves painted by Cao Buxing are as fresh and beautiful as if they were just washed out of the water, and the laces painted by Wu Daozi seem to be blown by the wind. Soft and ethereal.Ji Chan stared at the robe belt on Guan Gong's body, and he really seemed to be fluttering.He preliminarily determined that it was a genuine work rather than a counterfeit.I thought to myself, it's a pity that Qi Baishi and Yang Jun are not here. They are good at painting and archaeology, so they can definitely make an appraisal with the eyes of experts.So he said to Daojie: "I think it's probably painted by Wu Daozi, but I'm not sure. You might as well send it to Liulichang and ask a famous antique expert to appraise it."

Daojie personally took the painting to Liulichang.Afraid that the painting would be lost, he stayed by the side himself.After the appraisal of three experts, it was unanimously agreed that it was Wu Daozi's painting.Now, the news that the authentic work of Wu Daozi was published in Fayuan Temple spread like wildfire.In just a few days, many people came to Fayuan Temple to look at the paintings, making Daojie, Daxing and others busy.Fortunately, I sent Zen to Fuyan Temple in Zhengding County to preside over Buddhist ceremonies, and I was not involved in this upsurge. Daxing suggested to Daojie: "Abbot, more and more people will come to see Tang paintings. I have an idea to let this treasure bring benefits to the temple."

Dao Jie asked: "What benefits does it bring?" Da Xing said: "In the past two years, the monastery has received less and less incense money. There is a war between the north and the south, and the country is not peaceful. In the past, monks who liked to go out for alms did not dare to go out. There are nearly a hundred monks in the monastery, big and small. Food and clothing are very difficult for the monastery.” Dao Xing's words reached Dao Jie's heart.As the chief abbot of a temple, Daojie is in charge of Fayuan Temple, and he can take care of everything else, except for making money, and this is the first important thing in the temple. Except for the dead Bodhisattva made of clay and wood, everyone The little living Bodhisattvas have to eat every day.Even though the monks recite scriptures and worship Buddha every day, their common heart does not seem to be a little bit less, and the small profits of needles and thread brains are also haggling over every ounce and refusing to give up an inch.Quarrels, jealousy, cursing, and frame-ups caused by eating more and eating less food, and more points and less money, often occurred in the temple, which made the Taoists very headache.Sometimes he thought that if a few catties of gold were suddenly dug up in the temple, all the strife would be settled.Dao Xing was able to share his worries and take the initiative to offer advice to solve the financial problem in the temple. Dao Jie was really moved. He asked Da Xing eagerly, where is the way to make money?

"Just make up your mind from this Tang painting." Da Xing smiled treacherously. "We learned from the experience of Longxing Temple. That year the iron trees bloomed in Longxing Temple, and the viewers were like clouds. Later, the temple stipulated that everyone who entered the temple to watch would pay ten coins. The old guy who washed the machine was very powerful, and even the temples in the capital There are no discounts for monks and nuns. The iron tree flower has been blooming for forty days in a row, and Longxing Temple has made a net profit of one thousand taels of silver." "You mean we also take money?" Dao Jie understood Daxing's intention. "Exactly. Let's frame this Tang painting properly and make a wooden frame. Make an empty room, hang it on the wall, and send two people to guard the door. You can only enter after paying ten renminbi." Look." "Good idea." Dao Jie patted Daxing on the shoulder. "Let's take twelve cents. The price of everything has increased, and we have also increased by two cents." "Okay, I'll just accept twelve coins." Da Xing was very happy to see that the abbot had adopted his suggestion. He rolled his eyes twice and said, "There is another way to make money. Let's free up a few more rooms. Put a few beds. Some people who come to see paintings from afar can’t go back one day, so let them live here, and charge 20 yuan per bed per night, which is another income.” "You really have a way!" Dao Jie laughed, "At the end of the year, the settlement will be made. If the income is good, you will be awarded ten taels of silver, and you will be promoted to be a supervisor next year." Thinking of the prospect of getting rich and being promoted, Da Xing smiled until his eyes narrowed. The idea of ​​waking up is really good.After a month, the two incomes of viewing paintings and accommodation add up to a total of one hundred and fifty taels of silver, which is almost half a year's incense money.At the same time, this month's incense money is also particularly prosperous, and the money in the Futian box has increased by more than 10,000 cash compared with last month.Daxing didn't clean the scripture building anymore, and took care of collecting money every day.The road steps are much harder than before, and when spectators with a little bit of status come, he will greet them in person and accompany them to look at the paintings and talk.At night, I have to settle the bill with Da Xing and another monk who is in charge of the accounts, and I often have to wait until one or two nights before I can go to bed and rest.Although busy, he was happy. Early this morning, a small employee from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came to Fayuan Temple and asked the temple to prepare quickly. After a while, Chief Zhao Bingjun and Mr. Zhao were going to accompany the German Minister to see Wu Daozi's paintings. The chief accompanied Mr. Yang to Fayuan Temple to look at the paintings, which is a great honor to Fayuan Temple.The Taoist order was issued: 1. Do not receive anyone who came to see the painting in the morning; 2. Clean the road, tidy up the painting room, and prepare tea; All stay in the meditation room to do homework.After Dao Jie gave the order, he was busy going around to check and implement it. An hour later, Zhao Bingjun entered Fayuan Temple accompanied by a tall, blond, blue-eyed foreigner with an arrogant expression, followed by a large group of followers.Daojie rushed back and forth to greet him, sweating profusely from nervousness.Mr. Yang looked at the paintings very carefully and talked a lot.Daojie naturally couldn't understand anything, so he had to order tea to be brought up to express the welcome of Fayuan Temple, but Master Yang didn't drink it.Seeing that Mr. Yang doesn't drink, neither does Mr. Zhao.Seeing that Chief Zhao didn't drink, all the followers didn't dare to drink either.Dao Jie had worked so hard to prepare the best fragrant tea, but he didn't even touch a sip.After seeing the painting, Mr. Yang went to the Daxiong Palace for a stroll. Naturally, Mr. Zhao and a large group of followers followed him.The steps were squeezed out of the line by the followers, neither going forward, nor retreating, nor standing, nor leaving, made it very embarrassing, and was so anxious that my clothes were soaked.Fortunately, Mr. Yang was about to leave, so Dao Jie and his attendants escorted him outside the gate.Director Zhao accompanied Mr. Yang into the carriage, and hurriedly folded his palms and bent over the steps. A man in the clothes of a middle-ranking official walked to the side of the Taoist steps and said, "The envoy said that your Fayuan Temple painting is very good, and he likes it very much." After hearing this, Daojie was overjoyed and said: "Amitabha, the foreigners like it, this is the glory of our temple." Dao Jie didn't turn back to the monastery until this huge team had gone a long way.By this time, he was already so tired that his limbs were limp. Wu Daozi's painting brought money and scenery to Fayuan Temple, but it also brought a lot of troubles to the temple. First, the leaders of the monasteries in the capital rushed to see the painting after hearing the news.Daxing is in trouble, should I accept money?How about collecting money? In the past, they gave Fayuan Temple a lot of help. Now to come to see a painting, do you still need money?Why don't you accept it? Brothers and sisters from all monasteries will come to see the painting, and the loss will be too great. There are also government officials, celebrities who have been more diligent in the temple in the past, will they accept money?I'm sorry if I accept it; if I don't accept it, there are too many examples.There are also lay relatives of the monks in this temple who come to see the paintings. Will they accept money?If you don't accept it, your income will be reduced; if you accept it, the monks will say that the paintings in your temple have no affection at all? Daxing was really difficult, so he asked the Daoist for instructions.Dao Jie thought for a while and said, "All will be accepted." Not long after, there were accusations everywhere inside and outside the temple.Many lay Buddhists stopped visiting, and many monasteries cut off contacts.The younger brother of an old monk in the monastery also paid 12 cents to see the painting. The old monk has always had a bad temper, and even pointed at Da Xing's nose and yelled at him. Da Xing was wronged and cried in anger, unwilling to take care of the studio.Daojie was also full of gossips all day long, and he was already annoyed, so he simply gave an order: put the paintings away and stop exhibiting them. The fact that the Tang paintings in Fayuan Temple are no longer on display has stimulated the appetite of the people in the capital even more.Some people speculated that the painting was stolen, and the exhibition could not be completed.Others say that the thief is a monk in this temple.Some people also said that the painting was actually a fake, and the people who knew it recognized it, and Fayuan Temple didn't dare to hang it out to cheat money anymore.There are even more bizarre rumors, saying that the German minister liked it so much after seeing it that day, and bought it for a huge sum of one million marks. The poor monks of Fayuan Temple got rich, and the abbot swallowed one hundred thousand by himself. , the monks each made a purple gold alms bowl.For a while, there was a lot of commotion, which made it difficult for the Taoist to argue. You have to listen to gossip for an exhibition, and you have to listen to gossip even if you don’t have an exhibition. Dao Jie is very distressed by this painting. On this day, Jichan returned to Beijing from Zhengding.After chatting for a while, he asked about Wu Daozi's paintings, and Daojie told him all about the situation during this period.Finally, with a mournful face, he said, "Master, what do you think is the best way to do this? Things are really difficult, people are so difficult!" Jichan listened to his disciples' narration with relish, and found it very interesting.He laughed and said, "Since the monk is so troubled, why don't you go out?" Hearing this, Dao Jie was inexplicably stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, he burst out laughing, and said repeatedly: "Master is right, right, the monk wants to become a monk, he wants to become a monk!"