Chapter 16 16. Poetry Competition

In the morning, just before dawn, before breakfast, Monk Hongren asked all the monks of Dongshan Temple to gather in the empty field in front of the Daxiong Hall. Monk Hongren stood on the highest step of the Daxiong Hall, and the monks lined up in a row. From a height, the monks were in the first row.Monk Hongren cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, I am going to die soon. I know that some of you have been waiting for this news for a long time, and you are even impatient. You are different, miss me Different things, not in one or two days. I am happy to tell you today that you have waited until now. What is mine is yours. In the final analysis, it is yours and it is all yours. I hope you are also happy. Who cares about me My cassock? Which one of you cares about my rice bowl? Who wants to sleep on my couch? The old monk has no attachments in this life. Be obedient, I will live as long as I want, and I can live longer than most of you. I will die as soon as I want, I will sleep tonight, and tomorrow morning, I guess breakfast will not be good , I want to die, I won’t get up, never get up. Don’t believe me, faith is very important, you have to believe in the existence of death. I have really cultivated to this level, I can pass away at any time, just sit on a bench. If you can’t , I also have the puffer fish poison produced in Ryukyu, and I will surely pass away after taking it. I have already thought about this for myself. After I thought about it, I looked everywhere for the medicine that would make my death look better, and I found it. If I can’t pass away, I just take medicine. I take the medicine by myself, and I pass away. In the past, many monks did the same thing. It’s very embarrassing to say that I passed away and I couldn’t pass away. It’s very embarrassing. A monk who swallowed gold and wanted to pass away died after tossing seven or eight days. His saliva flowed all over the bed and all over the floor. In fact, he did not pass away. He died of starvation. It is said that life and death are important matters. God blesses you, and does not ask for escape from life and death. If you are so obsessed with your own nature, what blessing can save you? In the next three days, you don’t have to chant scriptures, and you all go back to write a Zen poem to talk about your understanding of Buddhism. The poem, Do you understand? What I mean is that I hope you can use shorter words to understand. It should be shorter than 28 characters, preferably 20 characters. Articles are different from dicks. The longer the better, the better. Writing short is more difficult than writing long. After I read it, if anyone’s poem is the most correct, I will pass on the mantle to that person, who will be the sixth patriarch of Zen, and Dongshan Temple will belong to him. After I pass it on, I will pass away. I have been waiting for so many days, and finally this day has come. I am very yearning for passing away, so I am in a hurry, hurry up!"

In the next two hours, monks loyal to Shenxiu closed all exits of Dongshan Temple, including the windows.Four hours later, many officers and soldiers from other places also appeared on the road ten miles near Dongshan Temple. These officers and soldiers seemed to have been stationed nearby for three months. They were riding horses, carrying knives, and their faces were blurred. The monks loyal to Shenxiu searched room by room and confiscated all the pens, ink, paper and inkstones in Dongshan Temple.Some monks were unwilling to give up, and some physical conflicts occurred.A small group of stubborn monks ran out of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and they were stubborn, threatening that there was still blood and palms. There happened to be a huge white wall in front of Master Hongren's monk's room, where fingers could be used as pens and blood could be used as ink.The ten fingers of these monks were trampled to pieces, their arms were twisted, and their penises, which looked more like fingers, were also slapped flat just to be on the safe side.The most stubborn monks fluttered their tattered fingers and phalluses, and threatened to have their tongues.Their waists were held by three or four monks loyal to Shenxiu, and their tongues were pulled out from the root by one or two other monks loyal to Shenxiu, and they were thrown on the ground. What can't be said.

Fifty monks loyal to Shenxiu blocked Hongren's monk's room with iron-headed sticks one by one.Among the monks who were deprived of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a small group of cunning monks kept pretending to be honest, and then looked for opportunities to rush into Hongren's monk's room and sing their own Zen poems to Hongren.Before the heads of these monks came into Hongren's sight, they were all smashed by the iron head of the stick, their tongues were pulled out, and they were thrown on the ground. A hundred newly joined northern monks have been quietly gathering around Huineng's meditation room. The agricultural tools they brought with them turned into knives and guns. The monks who were loyal to Shenxiu attacked several times. The core was still not washed away, and the monk who was loyal to Shenxiu still couldn't get close to Huineng.The monks who were loyal to Shenxiu comforted each other. Huineng is a rough man who only knows how to cook. He often eats meat, drinks alcohol, and has sex.

After everything was done, the monks loyal to Shenxiu drove everyone to the square in front of the main hall, where two monks talked loudly. "Monk Shenxiu is such a great scholar." "Monk Shenxiu is such a great expert." "Monk Shenxiu is such a great poet." "Monk Shenxiu is such a great leader." "Monk Shenxiu concentrated all our wisdom." "Our combined wisdom is not even one-ten-thousandth that of Monk Shenxiu." "We don't need to compose poems with a clear heart. Monk Shenxiu can compose poems by himself."

"Monk Shenxiu's poems must be the greatest poems, and they must represent the highest thoughts of the new era." The monks loyal to Shenxiu looked carefully at the expressions of the other monks and found no signs of disobedience, so they had to find out the two monks who usually love to show off their talents. Although their expressions were submissive, their fingers and toes were trampled to pieces and penis, twisted both feet and arms, pulled out their tongues, and then went back to their rooms to rest. During this process, Shenxiu stayed in her room with her back to the window and did not show her face.Shenxiu thought of her forty years of Zen practice, and felt that she had never had a place to be alone, and thought viciously: "The Datong shop in the Zen room, put the jade ring sent by Zhuang Yang on the penis, watch the orgasm of the penis, then go down, get up again, go down again, In the end, the penis stopped, the semen burst out of the jade ring, pushed the quilt away, and hit the roof of the Zen house. In the dark, the house shook, and the monks in the room were awakened, running around with their heads bare, an earthquake, an earthquake, Earthquake your mother. Yuhuan also collapsed and fell to the ground with a shallow internal injury. After that, I kept seeing this line of internal injury. Others said it was not, and I couldn’t see it in the sun, but I knew it was an internal injury. It’s there. I put the jade ring on the penis every day, and when I rub the penis with my fingers, I also rub it. Its internal injuries still don’t go away. In fact, the internal injuries are not theirs, but mine. I clean it every day, but the internal injuries are still there. I can’t get over it. , When I close my eyes, I think of that line of incompleteness. I know, I know, incompleteness is a kind of beauty, broken Buddha, broken wall, autumn lotus, leftover snow, rotten pussy, but incompleteness is injury, which cannot be shaken away. Closing your eyes is a kind of beauty. , am I too far away from the Buddha? No matter how far away, Hongren, I will settle your mantle. In the past forty years, I have paid too much. How many female Zhuangyangs have I dealt with? How many male Zhuangyangs have I Is it cool to deal with it? You don’t even know it, you sit back and enjoy it. Your private room, your good tea, your wine, and the high steps you stand on when you talk, I have been thinking about it for a long time. Your mother’s dishonesty is handed over to me alone. Poetry contest? I'll fuck your whole family and others."

After fucking Hongren countless times in his mind, and after his tongue stopped beating on the ground of the temple, Shenxiu wrote the following twenty words on the white wall in front of Hongren's room by himself: "The body is a bodhi tree, The heart is the mirror stand. Wipe frequently, Do not use dust. " After writing the poem, Shenxiu fucked Hongren countless times in his heart. He talked to himself about the many unimaginable grievances experienced by ordinary people in the past few decades, and wept silently.A heart is like a tiger, living every day is like riding a tiger.Hu couldn't think about it, didn't listen to Shenxiu's explanation, and wanted to eat Shenxiu directly more than when Hu was calm. "After receiving the mantle, I became the abbot, host, and head of the house. I have a private room. I can sleep as late as I want. If I want to touch my penis with my left hand, I can touch it with my left hand. If I want to touch my penis with my right hand, I can touch it with my right hand. I can yell at will even before I ejaculate, no one cares. The old monk Hongren has other good things. Hongren has saved a lot of red wine from the Western Regions. Yes, it grows on the rock, and the three trees weigh ten catties a year, and he alone weighs one catty. Every year, tea farmers train monkeys to climb to the rocks to pick the leaves of the tea trees, and then bake them secretly. The baked tea , it smells like sweet-scented osmanthus. Not counting the legendary mantle, old monk Hongren has a string of chinan beads, which smells like virgin milk." Shenxiu thought about it, and once felt that what she was thinking was too specific , the size is too small, facing himself, shaking his head.

The next morning, when Hongren woke up, his tongue, severed finger, hair, etc. had all been cleaned up, and there was no obvious blood on the ground in Dongshan Temple.Hongren saw the twenty words of Shenxiu on the white wall, read them several times, and then called everyone together and said: "Good poems, good poems, you all have to recite this poem carefully, only in this way can you see your true nature." Light. Practice in this way, only in this way, you will not fall into the tongue-pulling hell." Hongren asked Shenxiu to go to his room alone, and asked, "Did you write it? If you wrote it, my mantle should belong to you."

Shenxiu said: "I wrote it. With my practice, I dare not ask for a mantle. I just want the master to see if the disciple has some small wisdom and understands some big principles." Hongren looked at Shenxiu, took two steps to the left, then took two steps to the right, and then said to Shenxiu, "Why don't you go back and think about it, write another song, and I'll read it again?"