Nun Xuanji asked Hongren, the fifth generation patriarch of Zen Buddhism: "Do you want to see my naked body?" This is the first year of Longshuo, Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty, AD 661.This year, the ivy on Feng's Tomb Mountain barely turned yellow after holding back for a long time.Perhaps because the winter is too long, when sparrows and gray sparrows take off from the branches, they often fall half a foot down first, roll their eyes to the sky during the fall, and then accelerate to fly one inch, one palm, one foot, and fly over Treetops, as if the cerebellum and wings forgot how to fly for a moment.

Xuanji had already entered the main gate of Dongshan Temple, and stood face to face with Hongren in front of the mountain gate inside the main gate.Behind the mountain gate, the monk's hall, public houses, Buddhist hall, Dharma hall, abbot, Deyue tower, Qianshou hall and Guanyin hall meander up the mountain.Because the distance between the houses is very wide, the Qianshou Hall and Guanyin Hall in the farthest place seem a little far away. Moss grows on the bricks and tiles on the roof and walls, intertwining with the mountains and forests in the distance, as if It has always been a part of mountains and forests.

Xuanji looked over Hongren's body, looking at the sparrows and gray sparrows in the air behind Hongren. They hesitated, turned their heads repeatedly, quickly spread their sparrow or blue tail feathers, and then quickly closed them, as if they couldn't decide whether they were thrown behind Hongren. The monastery is also the forest that began to turn green after Xuanji.Sparrows and gray birds basically cannot walk with their legs, they basically jump with both legs together, perhaps because the movements are too fast, there seems to be a long interval between the two movements.There is no clear leader among them, and before it actually happens, it is impossible to predict which one in the group will take the lead in flying, and it is also impossible to predict where the one that takes the lead will fly.The turning green miscellaneous trees seem to occupy as much space as possible, with branches and leaves slanting, shallow and dark, spreading out regardless of posture, avoiding other similar ones, but in the corner where I arrived alone, I suddenly found that it had repeated the same behavior of other similar ones. Obedient to the unified arrangement, each tree grows as many branches and leaves as possible to collect as much as possible the slowly moving and gradually converging sunlight in the evening.

Xuanji realized that her soft question just now appeared huge between the temple and the sparrows and gray sparrows and miscellaneous trees, as if at the moment she asked the question, all the birds stopped singing, all the wind stopped, as if a pebble was thrown Entering the pond, the water is shallow, and it hits another pebble at the bottom of the water, making a much harsher sound than a stone hitting the pool water.The sound slowly dissipated with the ripples, dissipating as if it had never been made, and at this moment the silence of the evening rose from the dense and rich gap between the temple and the sparrows and gray birds and the branches and leaves of the trees, from the sunlight. After slowly moving away and gradually converging, the gap rose up.

Xuanji's body was motionless in the silk monk's robe, she liked this kind of silence, she never intended to make Hong endure any fright with the sound from her throat.During this silent rising, Hongren's body was as motionless as the temple, as if sparrows, gray birds and miscellaneous trees were Hongren's never-shaking shadows. Hongren kept staring at Xuanji's forehead.Xuanji's forehead is full, and there are faint blue-black hair roots oozing from the forehead. The smell of the hair roots is different from that of temples, sparrows, gray birds, and miscellaneous trees. Together with the smell of the Qinan rosary on his neck, there is a trace of meanders into the nostrils.

The smell that mixes in the nasal cavity is neither animal nor vegetable. Hongren said, "Where are you from?" "Dari Mountain." "Has the sun risen yet?" "Come out to Ritianxia with you and your mother." "Where are you going?" "Move to Chang'an." "why?" "The moss is soaked on the ankles, and I don't feel disturbed in Dari Mountain." "What's your name?" "Mystery." "How much do you weave every day?" "Before and after each day, except for pubic hair, armpit hair, nose hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, ear hair, and fine hair, there is no weave or clothing."

The young monk Buer who was in charge of cleaning the toilets was holding the window of the toilet close to the outer wall of the temple, looking up at Xuanji and Hongren in front of the mountain gate through the hole in the window. The sentence Xuanji asked Hongren if he wanted to look at the naked body slapped into Buer's ear, as if a fist had been punched in Buer's lower abdomen. It sounded like it contained more information than hundreds of scriptures.In an instant, Bu Er shook the broom, rushed to the window of the toilet, and then heard Xuan Ji talking about pubic hair, armpit hair, nose hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, ear hair, and fine hair.

The toilet in Dongshan Temple is built on the west side outside the mountain gate. Through the hole in the window, you can't see Xuanji's face at all, and you can't even see Xuanji's body. , back, buttocks, legs.But I can see the silk monk's robe with light shining through it, like a hosta in a garland, like a candle in a lantern at night, like the moon in the clouds, like a mountain in the rain and fog, like a depressed female pilgrim Eyes with upper lids.I don't think twice, after Xuanji died, if he burned it, if the charcoal was good and the temperature of the fire was well controlled, there might be relics appearing in the ashes.The relics brought by the first ancestor Bodhidharma from Tianzhu have been secretly hidden in Dongshan Temple. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, the abbots of the past generations have been changing the place of burial according to different rhythms.After Buer entered the temple, Hongren had already moved four times, each time Buer knew where he had moved, and every time Buer saw light oozing from the buried place, sometimes it was red and yellow, sometimes it was Blue and white, sometimes crimson and purple, never mention it every time.Just think about it, it’s like pouring hot water into a teapot, villagers killing pigs and roasting meat, monks realizing the bitterness and extinction of Dao, or just showing a tired expression on their faces after touching themselves, how can they be buried?

It has been five years since Buer entered the temple, and he has been cleaning toilets for five years. He has seen the world, and has seen many female guests offering incense through the holes and gaps in the windows and doors of the toilets, and some of them have even looked at them very closely.After these female pilgrims went to the toilet, they left while arranging the relationship between their bodies, clothes and costumes. They could see their different parts from the holes and gaps around the toilet, such as the golden flowers embroidered on the top of the shoes, and the hanging shoulders. The crimson cloak, two or three small white jade combs sticking crookedly on the tall black hair bun, you can even see the dust on the petals of golden flowers, the fallen hair on the crimson cloak, and the thin white jade combs. of sebum.But only this time, before he could see anything clearly, before the question about nudity dissipated, Fuji's penis was hardened regardless, and he hit the wall of the toilet while pulling Fuji's monk's robe, arousing A small cloud of dust was raised.Buer's hands holding the window felt another force shaking his body, he adjusted unconsciously, and his body rebalanced.Fuji vaguely remembers that the erection that does not involve a specific body is a lewd Yuefu written by hand in the corner of the toilet three months ago before turning to three pages. He is thinking about when it is appropriate to hide in the rice warehouse next to the warehouse. The right hand grabbed and released his penis, a gust of mountain wind blew from the back of Dongshan Temple, Fuji's body convulsed and shivered, and the penis protruded from between his legs.The difference from the last time was that after the last erection, after the convulsions and chills, the penis softened quickly, followed the legs and hid in the rice warehouse obediently, was pulled out by the left hand obediently, and was caught and released obediently.This time, after the question about nudity disappeared, every time Xuanji uttered the characters for "Mao" and "日", the penis became harder and hit the wall again, stirring up a bigger cloud of dust.

This time, Buer saw Hongren's doom before Hongren opened his mouth. On Feng's Tomb Mountain, Buer has been with Hongren for five years. He knows the common characteristics of the vegetation, clouds, birds, and beasts that Hongren likes. These common characteristics are directly or indirectly seen on the back of the carcass called Xuanji not far away. embodiment.He recalled a picture with only two strokes on the wall in the corner of the toilet. He could tell it was a girl's body.Although these two strokes are old, their softness, hardness, dryness, shade, shoulders, back, hips, and legs are exactly the same as the body of the nun not far away who calls herself Xuanji.Although there are only two strokes, if you look closely at any part of the two strokes, even if it is a curve, there is no weak fragment.Bu Er has always felt that the temperament and vitality of these two strokes are not as high as the two young monks, Huineng and Shenxiu, can achieve.Buer is completely sure at the moment that these two paintings must be drawn by Hongren.

At Hongren's age, the skin on his face is already loose and soft like that of the old lady.But in the first half of the month, pimples began to appear on Hongren's face.Indistinctly, there are seven stars on most of the face. Like the Big Dipper, four form the bottom of the bucket between the lower lip and chin, and two fly obliquely on the right side of the face to form a handle. The Big Dipper is just beside the right eyebrow.Since Hongren's famous acne disappeared forty years ago, it has not appeared for forty years. Bu Er heard from the elder monk that Hong Ren was sent to be shaved by his parents because of the evil acne when he was young.After her tenth birthday, Hong Ren's face was always red. When the acne is strong, the body weighs one hundred catties, and after the acne fades, the body weighs eighty catties.When the acne was strong, the cat spotted him, turned around and walked away. When he was taking a nap, there was never a cat meowing around.At that time, the city was not peaceful, and doctors in the city were mainly good at sword wounds, bruises, and infectious diseases, and those delicate and strange diseases were sent to rural temples.Other young monks who were sent to the temple because of excessive acne, under the vegetarian diet, scriptures, and heavy physical labor, the acne disappeared within three months.Six months after Hongren entered the temple, the pimples were still red and open all over his face.The monks who practice Buddhism have some medical skills, but they are too idle, so they actively try their hands on Hongren's acne.Some monks say that Hongren is Yang Sheng, and the pulse condition is small when pressed heavily, but becomes larger when pressed lightly, and needs to be relieved.Some monks said that Hongren is yin deficiency, and the pulse condition is weak no matter how you press it, so it should nourish yin.The number of monks who said Yangsheng was larger, and they were generally older. The fourth patriarch Daoxin did not make a clear statement, but when he listened to the explanation of the monks who said Yangsheng, his brows stretched for a longer time.So it was collectively decided that the treatment should start with dealing with Yang Sheng and purging fire.Bitterness relieved fire, and for the next year, apart from continuous laxatives, only bitter gourd was the only vegetarian food for Hongren, and only the most difficult series of scriptures were left for Hongren, the "Maha Prajna Sutra" and "Great Nirvana Sutra". The parts of Kumarajiva, such as the "Da Nikkon", which Kumarajiva avoided at the beginning, were given to Hongren to do the hard work of monks who had just entered the temple, cleaning toilets, cleaning bathrooms, cleaning kitchens, reclaiming wasteland, reclaiming wild forests, and reclaiming new lands. parish.When it rains, let Hongren go to the empty space in front of the Buddha Hall to meditate under the shower, collect the raindrops on the leaves of the lotus in the Poison Dragon Pond in the east of the Guanyin Hall, and make old tea and drink it cold.It's cold, don't cover with a thick quilt.In winter, when it snowed, Hongren was asked to walk barefoot in the snow, chewing on the fallen plum blossoms in the snow.The monks who hold the theory of yangsheng unanimously said that it has been governed in this way since the Jin Dynasty, and if it persists to the end, it will definitely be effective.Hongren has persisted for a long time, and basically only needs to defecate every day to expel the water that the body needs to expel, without sweating or urinating.Hongren's whole body even produced a textured bitter aura, which was between gas and liquid, between the seven and eight years of the first ancestor Bodhidharma's face-to-face.Because of this kind of aura, Hongren was given various clear purposes. There are not enough huts, and the number of new monks needs to be limited, so Hongren is asked to receive new monks who are about to enter the temple. More than half of the new monks, after seeing Hongren, cleaned the porridge bowls after dinner, and left the temple quietly. .When studying the Truth of Suffering, the relevant scriptures were preached by Hongren. Most of the monks understood it before they finished listening, and some even understood it before Hongren opened his mouth.Passing Nirvana has always been a very skillful technique. Killing yourself with your mind is much more difficult than moving leaves and teacups with your mind, and it is similar to the difficulty of changing the weather with your mind.An old monk who is a little greedy for life must struggle between passing away and living, and his life's cultivation quickly disappears in this struggle.The Fourth Patriarch Daoxin usually arranged for the old monks who might be struggling to go up to the Deyue Tower, and let Hongren circle around the futon they were sitting on. Most of the old monks stopped breathing by themselves within an hour afterwards.The flowers bloomed and faded, the swallows came and went, and the seven old monks passed away docilely with the help of Hongren. Hongren's pimples were still shining red, not showing any sign of weakness.An old monk who was helped by Hongren to pass away immediately showed great compassion before he passed away, and told Hongren simply and honestly, masturbate, all things in the world are interdependent, such as eating too much bayberry and diarrhea, but the wine soaked in bayberry can stop diarrhea , For example, almonds are poisonous, but apricot shells can detoxify. After trying so many methods of purging fire, maybe the one that really works is in the grasp of your left or right hand.Hong Ren tried it, tried it again, tried it many times, and it became a habit to try. The pimples on his face turned red to black and purple. When he was very mature, he didn't even need to squeeze. The yellow and white grease comes. The oil on Hongren's face caused a greater impact than the blooming of spring flowers in Dongshan Temple. Many monks who have not yet realized it have become addicted to squeezing acne. They first squeeze their own face, and then ask other monks to squeeze until he hinted at Hongren in various direct and indirect ways, hoping to squeeze the famous exuberant pimples on his face.At this point in Hongren's treatment, the theory of yin deficiency began to rise again, saying that the facts proved that it was not the excess of yang, but the deficiency of yin.Hongren was forced to sleep more, talk less, and eat sesame seeds, glutinous rice, mung beans, lotus root, Malan head, Chinese cabbage, black fungus, white fungus, tofu, sugar cane, plums, peaches, watermelon, cucumber, lily, and yam. After half a year, Hong Ren's pimples were still red, but his shoulders, waist, buttocks, and legs began to look round and smooth like a girl's. Suddenly one day, Hongren's pimples disappeared, and the cats inside and outside Dongshan Temple barked wildly, as if they didn't know why these pimples came on so fiercely, and they couldn't explain why they faded so decisively.The fourth patriarch Daoxin said that when Hongren became enlightened, the mantle was passed on to him. The elder monks chatted and asked whether Hongren's pimples came back after forty years this time because the spring came too late this year, the bugs were suffocated, and the heartworms grew out.How can you prove their causal relationship?Is there a causal relationship in this world? The old monk said, get out, the big monk is talking, the young monk don't talk nonsense, go clean your toilet. Now I think, how can the old monks rule out that Hongren's acne is not an expression of foreseeing Xuanji's arrival this time?Hongren's acne is not under Hongren's control, and Hongren's body's predictive ability is not under Hongren's responsibility. The toilet is too far away from the mountain gate, except for the outline of Xuanji's rear half carcass, he can't see clearly.But Fuji was slapped too firmly by the rough outline, Xuanji's repeated "日" character, and the light from Xuanji's monk robe, and his various feelings became tens of thousands of times more sensitive than usual.The switches of the non-duality senses are not under the management of the non-duality. Buer heard Hongren's right big toe beating the sole of the boot, the sartorius muscle of the left thigh was stiff, the pores on the entire scrotum were tightened, the pubic hair exploded like a diamond, the penis was stiff like a pagoda, and a small amount of liquid overflowed from the horse's eye, sticking to the monk's robe On the inside, a thin hairspring is pulled out, as if the water vapor on the bamboo branch slowly condenses into dew, slowly rolling to the end of the bamboo leaf, lingering at the end, dripping, and not dripping. Bu Er smelled the mysterious green hair roots growing vigorously here, stimulating the hair follicles, and the hair follicles secrete fine juice, which has a completely different smell from the bamboo joints.Xuanji's breasts rose and fell with his breathing, rubbing the silk monk's robe up and down, the smell sticking between the silk threads of the monk's robe was brushed away, and small balls scattered around Xuanji's body.Xuanji's lower abdomen tightened, shallow sweat droplets floated on the skin, separated from each other, but evaporated almost at the same time, giving off a different smell from the roots of hair.The pubic hair swayed like a linden leaf, the vulva opened and closed like a lotus flower, and the labia was already moist, not dry or collapsed, like a layer of light water vapor attached to the fluff on the back of the lotus leaf on a rainy day, giving off an unobtrusive but persistent smell.This sense of smell is so real, as if the tip of Budu's nose is sticking to Xuanji's skin, slowly from the root of the hair on the top of the head to the lips, to the cleavage, to the underarms, to the lower abdomen, to the vulva, to the inner thighs, with a slight whistling The nostril brushes Xuanji's pubic hair, armpit hair, nose hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, ear hair, and fine hair. At this time, it began to rain indistinctly, and the birds stopped singing.Even though it is early spring, there are pink and light yellow petals falling, covering the ground with rain.A wind blew from the forest in the distance, making a sound louder than the rain, and slapped Xuanji's body from the side.Xuanji saw the cassock lifted up by Hongren's penis, the shape of the kneecap under the cassock was very familiar, old and young, there seemed to be no flesh or grease between the skin and the bone.Xuanji smelled the smell of wet soil and felt the possibility of deep destruction, as if fallen flowers, fallen leaves, and rotten wood were carefully rotting in the forest, turning into ash inch by inch and seeping into the mountain. "Catched, created, controlled, shattered, destroyed, and then become an ordinary person." Xuanji rejoiced, saluted, turned and went down the mountain, and headed for Chang'an. Hongren watched Xuanji take three steps, her shoulder blades heaved, and she said, "The corner of your cassock is dragging on the floor, it's dirty." Xuanji turned her head, lowered her head, and looked sideways. Hongren turned and entered the mountain gate, and said to Xuanji behind him, "Are you also called naked? Bragging cunt?What is your mother's name?Learn to run before you can walk, the wind is strong on the mountain, there are many cats in Chang'an, stop barking blindly. "