Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Walked all day. The homing bird carries the setting sun on its back and goes back to its nest.There is a strange warmth and gentleness in the mountains and forests.But he doesn't know his lair. I saw a plain and simple Buddhist temple called "Tongyun". "Tongyun" is no better than "Tianning", it is not magnificent and solemn enough, it just sits quietly in the mountains and forests.Built in the air between the two rocks, the rock rises into the room, the flying beam passes through the stone cracks, uploads dangerous rocks, and descends to the abyss, which is as dangerous as "born out of nowhere".

The reason why Shi Yansheng found this monastery was for one person. When he saw him, the silver thread fluttered, but the red face was white and dusty.The waist cannot be straightened, picking herbs and wild flowers in the forest, the movements are quick and lively, hale and naughty. Follow the old man and watch him enter Tongyun Temple. Later, Shi Yansheng knelt in front of his seat. The old man sat in meditation for a long time.When Shi Yansheng waited for him to wake up, he didn't dare to disturb him a bit. Until he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that there was a strange monk in front of him, the old man reacted in astonishment like an urchin.

"Jingyi ask the abbot to take him in." "Ouch—" he waved his hand, and raised his voice, "I don't have Zen, so don't be fooled. The poor monk just tricked me into eating a few vegetarian dishes, and I thought it was delicious, and I only ate it for decades." Shi Yansheng resolutely: "Jingyi ask the abbot to take him in." The old man looked at this man, he was tall and tall, with a solid body, he was clearly a warrior, but Fang Zheng's face was already scarred by weather and fatigue, and his eyes were desperate. "Well, I've eaten good food, and I hope people come to taste it, that's all right. However, it doesn't mean that you are a monk if you shave your head." The old man looked at Shi Yansheng, "You will grow back your hair at any time and slip away. Don't tell me. .Oh."

"Jingyi's ambition to become a monk has been decided." "Okay! Let me ask you: Have you ever borrowed anything from someone, and haven't paid back the money you owe?" "No." "Is there anything you promised you didn't do?" "No." "Are there any parents, wives and children, friends?" "No." "Yeah!" The old man laughed strangely, "I think you really have nothing to do except become a monk." Think about it and ask: "Why are you here?" "I've figured out right from wrong."

The old man yelled: "What? 'Right and wrong'? Do you understand? Tell me, why do crabs wonder when they see people: 'Why does this monster walk straight?'" Shi Yansheng was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at the old abbot. "Hey, it's useless for you to stare at me. I'm also a big liar who doesn't know right from wrong. Now that you're here, find out what I've lied to you. This is your 'epiphany'." For a while, Shi Yansheng didn't know who he met or what kind of opportunity he met.With no rules at all, he was thinking, what should he do next?

"Isn't it Jingyi? - I have Nagano hair, so you can shave it for me." "The disciple dare not." "Don't dare to dare. Don't be rigid, come on." What a solemn and reverent ceremony is shaving, not only setting up altars, ringing bells, and burning incense, but also a lot of red tape and etiquette. But the old abbot Shidu, who is already one hundred and eleven years old, smiled and said, "Come!" Shi Yansheng is not a skilled monk. One by one, he shaved off the silver-white hair, accidentally breaking two or three cuts. When he applied herbal medicine to old abbot Shidu's head and the bleeding stopped, he said calmly as if nothing had happened:

"The workmanship is good! You see, this half is planted with grass, yes, leave the other half for me to grow flowers!" The subsections are completely informal. Shi Yansheng also laughed.The abbot asked: "Have you eaten yet?" "No." "Let's eat." "After dinner?" "Then have a bowel movement." ——Did he say some truths, but he was not enlightened, so he couldn't understand it for a while? Shi Yansheng escaped from the complicated murder cases, let go of all ties, and got rid of right and wrong.What can make him get rid of confusion and "enlightenment"?

His life has just begun. "What happened to you?" "—" "Eat by yourself, poop by yourself. I can't help you." He said, "Also, are you 'Jing Yi'?" Monk Shidu turned around and left. Shi Yansheng stood there, thinking for a long time. From then on, he was quiet. The latrine of the Buddhist monastery is very simple, divided into three small rooms. Shidu, Jingyi, and another monk, Shimmer. Forty shimmers.Jingyi noticed that he was silent and often avoided people.From time to time, there were doubts in my heart that I had not been enlightened, and my brows were furrowed.

The three went to the toilet separately. The old abbot was trying to defecate, while pondering: "—Well, this 'epiphany', it's very simple—you're in a hurry to have a bowel movement, you can't find the latrine, you're sweating, and your stomach hurts again—I found it, squatting down, and 'boom boom boom' a few times. Ah ! So fun!" He finished his work and came out in full clothes. Jingyi is also done. "ah--" Suddenly there was a scream. It turned out to be Shimmer: "I got it, I got it!" The old abbot asked mischievously and leisurely:

"What did you realize?" "'Buddha' is a piece of bamboo that wipes dry shit off!" "Go on," he encouraged. Shimmer is excited: "Use this piece of broken bamboo to wipe off all the dry excrement that blocks the road, remove the filth, and the road will be clean, and there will be no hindrance in coming and going, and it will lead directly to the pure land." The old abbot praised: "Ah, full of wonderful imagination!" "In order to save sentient beings, the Buddha must enter the secular world—the smellier and dirtier the place, the more useful it is."

Xiao Guang figured it out, and forgot whether he wanted to have a bowel movement. When he came out, his face was radiant, and he hurriedly bowed deeply to the old abbot of Shidu. The two of them communicated with each other, as if there was no one else present. The abbot only smiled slightly at Jingyi: "Vulgar?" He added: "Of course, it would be nicer if it was like 'White horses are filled with reed flowers, and snow is filled with silver bowls'." Then he gave orders to Jingyi and Weiguang: "Jingyi doesn't understand, so there is no need to work. Shimmer understands, so there is more work. Go fetch a few barrels of well water, clean the latrine, and clean up the surrounding sewage." Looking at the sewage ditch in the dim light: "There are insects. Are you afraid of killing insects?" "Drink!" the abbot was angry, "The purpose is to clean, and that is to clean, not to hurt insects! Do you understand? You still don't understand!" Seeing Shimmer, Jing fell into distress again. - It's been a long road. It's windy tonight. There were no stars in the sky, it was dark and empty.The wind blows the leaves that are bound to wither, like a pair of prophetic hands. In the dark night, a blue light shines through the window pane, which looks like a blurred white lotus from a distance, but it almost looks like an old Zen room of the old abbot when seen closely. Shidu led Jingyi to meditate in meditation. He taught him to press his right foot on his left leg, and then his left foot on his right leg, which is called "subduing demon sitting". "However," he said, "as long as you can sit comfortably. Zen meditation doesn't care about your legs." The abbot closed his eyes. Quietly puzzled: "Don't we recite Amitabha's words?" He remembered the meticulous precepts and rules he had received in Tianning Temple, and he only felt that this place was casual and leisurely. "It is enough to have a Buddha in your heart, you don't need to shout." Is it? Jing is half convinced. The abbot said: "Buddhism has 84,000 Dharma schools, each school has its own sect, and you can walk, be carried, ride a horse, take a car...the destination is the same." Mosquitoes flew by, and in the silence, there was a buzzing sound in my ears.The abbot brushed lightly with his whisk, which was refined and peaceful. "What is your purpose?" Jing Yi asked. "When I recite Buddha's name, the only purpose is to 'don't want to be a human being'." "Can you become a Buddha by sitting in meditation?" Jingyi asked again. The abbot didn't answer. The 111-year-old man was already in a state of tranquility, with no expression on his face. Mosquitoes are here again. Jingyi has closed his eyes.Totally forgot about it. His palms are facing up, and his palms are stacked, left up and right down.Put two thumbs together, sit upright, face ears to shoulders, eyes to nose, nose to navel, tip of tongue on upper jaw, eyes slightly closed... Try to get rid of distracting thoughts in your mind and calm your mind. Mosquitoes can no longer bother him. He visualized that the lotus flower is pure, until it is empty, and there is nothing between the eyebrows.Never tried, such as find the channel. There is Qi in the body, Wei Wei is running and flowing.Gradually, the individual recedes, he does not know where he is. There are six reincarnations in the world: hell, hungry ghost, animal, Shura, human, and heaven. What is "not wanting to be human"? Why? ... The days passed silently. The weather is a bit chilly. Jingyi received the "Three Altar Precepts" of Tongyun Temple. The old abbot burned incense scars for him. Cigarettes curled up, the abbot first printed a small black circle on the top of Jingyi's head, then stuck incense with wax, lit them one by one, nine of them. Gradually burnt to the end, the incense burnt out, leaving nine white scars. In the future, hair will no longer grow here, and the scar is vivid and eye-catching. Jing Yi devoutly endured the pain of flesh and blood. "Are you willing to burn your body like a joss stick to the Buddha?" "The disciple is willing." "Leaving a ring scar is a brand." "The disciple understands." "The five desires in the world are form, sound, smell, taste, and touch. They deceive ordinary people and they cannot get close to them." "The disciple obeys." "Okay, okay, the ceremony is like this, no matter how loud the answer is, it's better to do it quietly. Look at me, an old monk, I don't have a single scar. It doesn't mean that the more scalded the better." Quietly look at ten crossings. Li Shimin ascended the throne in Xiande Hall on August 9th. The country belongs to him, and it looks extraordinarily beautiful and picturesque. Tai Chi Palace also belongs to him.It is majestic, with the posture of a tiger dominating a dragon.Hanyuan Hall, Xuanzheng Hall, Zichen Hall, Penglai Hall, Hanliang Hall, Xuanwu Hall... "Xuanwu", these two characters are the symbol of his victory. Li Shimin, the second emperor, "Taizong", is thirty years old. Surrounding him are all heroes with great strategies and talents. He showed great respect for good responsibilities and amnesty to the world.Guannei and six prefectures including Puzhou, Ruizhou, Yuzhou, Taizhou, Shanzhou, and Dingzhou are exempted from land taxes and taxes for two years; other states are exempted from official duties for one year.There are too many court ladies, and the claustrophobia is pitiful, and he released the palace... ——However, he still couldn't sleep well at night. One night, Huo Da showed him a portrait to show his loyalty. Li Shimin came out of the bedroom, his face was very haggard, his eyes were dull, and he was yawning.He looks at the portrait: "These two great generals really drew very martial arts!" Hoda kept silent. Ever since Emperor Taizong conspired to kill his brothers and brothers, and seized the throne from his father, he felt uneasy and often had lingering fears. In his dream, he heard the screams of ghosts, and they were all crying out for revenge: "Give me my head back! Give me my head back!" He was in a daze, and always saw invisible figures, who drew the bow to him, and the arrow was on the string, and then shot straight at his heart. His own blood was sweet and lukewarm, and the blood flowed continuously, soaking the entire uniform. He was ruined... Waking up from the dream several times, the fragments are still turning in the bottom of my eyes, and the sweetness of the blood has not dissipated for a long time. "Ghost! Ghost!" He struggled to get up, covered in cold sweat. So I never dared to sleep again. The generals Qin Shubao and Yu Chigong heard that there were ghosts in the palace, and they were not afraid of anything, neither ghosts nor ghosts. Horda said: "Knowing that your majesty will no longer hear any strange noises because the two heroes are on duty outside the gate of the night palace, you can sleep peacefully, and a special painter will come down and post it for exorcising ghosts." "Good idea." Li Shimin said, "Paste it quickly." As majestic as a door god. He nodded and smiled. Suddenly read again: "Huo Da, haven't you found the 'fish that slipped through the net' yet?" "There are rewards for informants, and the subordinates are not effective in hunting down. I have told them to pay more attention, and they would rather be in vain than let them go." Li Shimin's words are profound and eloquent: "The world is not easy to come by, and the combination of grace and power is just the beginning." "I understand." "I heard that he escaped from the monastery?" ——It turned out that he knew it very well, Huo Da was startled, and did not dare to neglect: "Yes. But Buddhism is flourishing all over the country, and the rebel party is taking shelter of the monasteries, so it is difficult for officers and soldiers to trespass one by one." "Really? I can't find a single person on my land?" He smiled. "During the reign of Wude, didn't the Supreme Emperor issue an edict to eliminate monks and Taoists? Besides, times have changed - don't be rigid, just break through." Just break in." To change history and erase traces vigorously, he has ordered the historian to write carefully when compiling the chronology.Write what should be written. Li Shimin closed his eyes and meditated: "Except for Shi Yansheng, I will pardon the other traitors—he knows too much!" Hoda's heart trembled. Immediately he regained his composure, and responded with a very loyal voice: "yes!" "I expect you to finish this matter, is it beyond your ability?" "No. Please give me more time." Li Shimin opened his eyes a crack: "I'll give you time and an assistant!" "Who?" He waved. A graceful figure stepped out of the heavy curtain. When Huo Da saw this person, he was dumbfounded. There is an interesting tree called "Growing from the Same Root". That is to say, two trees of different species grow from the root of one tree. Behind Tongyun Temple, on the right side of the lotus pond, there is a beech tree and a chrysanthemum tree growing from the same root. Under the sun, the scriptures were neatly spread all over the ground to dry.A peaceful color of blue, white and black. The early winter sun is very warm. A thick drape has been added to Jingyi's monk robe.He took the scriptures down from the Sutra Pavilion.The glazed tiles reflect the sun and emit colorful colors, and the single eaves of the attic are upturned, like a smile. The scriptures are very old.Some are bamboo volumes, some are wood volumes, some are yellowish paper, rare books.Quietly tell some profound but superficial truths. I broke out in a sweat.Jing took off her thick clothes and put them by the lotus pond. The garden is really quiet and beautiful, and the years are not surprising. A little novice came. "Jingyi, the abbot wants you to go to the main hall." He turned around. The face is peaceful and plain. Eating too much tofu is like a side of tofu.Time passed, forgetting that there is time.To know the dynamics of the wind, you can feel it by watching the lights flicker. He didn't even have a trace of dreaming.Not constrained by comprehension, but on the contrary feel at ease. There was a gust of wind in the afternoon. The scriptures were rustling.Splashing and splashing, sending out high and low rhymes. It looks like roof tiles. What does the book cover?Truth vs illusion?If you lift them up one by one, it's like another world underneath. Jingyi turned a few books over and smoothed out the folded pages. After passing the small pavilion, it is a gravel road.A small white butterfly flutters lively in the sun.There are yellow and black patterns on the wings.Life and death, but it is so powerful.This is life. Looking along the path to the main hall. In the quiet and simple garden, the dwarf trees are vaguely visible.Jing walked all the way. It is the back of a woman. She knelt down, bowed her head, and said nothing. The woman wears a long blue twill skirt with wide sleeves, and the skirt curves to the ground.Wearing gauze and painting silk, coiled between the two arms. A lady in plain clothes, with a single knife and a half-up bun, high vertical hair, cloud-shaped, with a white peony hairpin—a woman with white hairpins. As soon as Jing approached, she saw the woman crying silently. The old abbot of Shidu accompanied her to offer incense. Four maidservants waited by. When Jingyi stepped into the Daxiong Hall, the abbot greeted: "Jingyi, I have met this benefactor: Mrs. Qingshou." The lady looked up. Seeing each other quietly, the body shook violently. is her? is her"? His eyes were like being pierced by an awl. impossible! When Mrs. Qingshou got up, she stood gracefully, graceful and glamorous, and only bowed her head to Jing as a salute. Jingyi hurriedly lowered her eyes. This is clearly the red calyx! —but no. She doesn't know him. Jingyi's ears are a little hot.His heart tossed and lingered, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it.Like a thief, stealing things that shouldn't be stolen.He must have lost his temper. Immediately, he calmed down, hung his face down, and gave himself a warning. The wild temple outside the mountain is not inaccessible, pilgrims come and go, and all living beings have the same appearance, so why should he have many associations and suspicions?Jing Yi laughed at herself for being at a loss for a while.He returned to his indifferent politeness. Invite Mrs. Qingshou to the tea room. The little novice gave incense slices to entertain the donor. The old abbot said: "Tea, please." Mrs. Qingshou took the tea bowl closer and sniffed, and smiled reservedly and dignifiedly: "It smells good." "Does the benefactor want to hold a 'Dabhi' ceremony here for the deceased husband?" She took a sip of tea soup and said slowly: "Yes. My late husband was in Jingyang and made great contributions to the emperor's defeat of the Eastern Turks. Unfortunately, he died in battle. Because he worshiped the Buddha, he hoped to be saved—even though he killed someone, he did it for the sake of the country." When speaking, he glanced at Jingyi, keeping his expression calm.Seeing that he was silent, he turned to the old abbot again: "The new emperor Li Shimin ascended the throne in the Xiande Hall of the East Palace, and will be changed to the Yuanzhen Temple. Does Master know?" "Well," the abbot replied, "the emperor changes frequently, and the poor monk has no time to know." Mrs. Qingshou continued to bring news from the world, all good news: "The whole world is amnesty, the land tax and taxes are exempted, and the claustrophobic court ladies are also released to marry on their own. They also fought a series of victories... It is worthwhile for my husband to die for a good emperor. Isn't that right, Master?" Jing Yi He Shi: "A good emperor is determined by the annals of history after thousands of years, and monks don't care about worldly affairs." She smiled and just chatted. "This master is strong, it doesn't look like he has been a monk for a long time." "Plowing the fields. They are stronger." "What's your last name?" "The common surname is Zhang, called 'Jiujin'. The name is very vulgar." Mrs. Qingshou remained arrogant and casual: "Being a monk at a young age, I think it is very exciting." He casually picked up the tea bowl and paid respects to the abbot, as if he was chatting about life with him. Quietly: "Amitabha, those who work in agriculture are poor, and they understand that the destiny of heaven cannot be violated. Since this is the case, let nature take its course." Mrs. Qingshou suddenly mourned, and put the tea bowl on the table, the tea splashed out, and there was a small pool of pale green tears.She Xuanran: "Well, Master has never experienced life and death, so of course he won't understand." She sighed softly again. Jingyi didn't know if she didn't hear it, didn't take it to heart.He looked at the spilled tea soup, numb.He was "lying" because he was covering up something?