Chapter 179 The leaves in the autumn wind
Before the morning bell in the temple rang, Li Ye got up, washed up, took off his monk's robes and shoes, and walked out of the courtyard barefoot.
When they arrived at the dining hall, the brothers who were cooking had not yet gotten up. Li Ye picked up the big bucket by the door and ran towards the back mountain with all his strength.
Since it was the first time yesterday to carry water, he had to use a lot of strength. Some of the skin on his invulnerable shoulders was even scratched, and he could faintly see blood stains stuck to the iron armor. Li Ye changed his shoulder and continued to carry water from the stream.
Using the physical power of the formless body and carrying a weight of two hundred kilograms, it is still a bit difficult for him in his current situation.
Carrying back three buckets of water at a time, according to yesterday's speed, it only takes three hours to fill the water tank, which saves more than half an hour.
Li Ye, barefoot, ran between the back mountain and the dining hall under the starlight. When the temple bell rang, a large water tank was almost filled.
The seniors who had finished their morning classes lined up outside the dining hall and looked at Li Ye, who was shirtless and running back and forth carrying two buckets of water and another bucket.
Someone was laughing: "This new junior brother has been running for a long time yesterday. Why is he still running today? Didn't anyone tell him about the well behind the dining hall?"
The monk who was holding the board in the dining hall looked at the monks and said, "I am speechless after eating and sleeping. Is your practice in vain? Get in line and wait for the board." He was neither sad nor happy when he spoke.
The monks in line said in unison: "But listen to senior brother's teachings."
The monk who was playing the board nodded and continued: "Anyone else who likes to talk will follow my senior brother to the back mountain to collect water later."
The monks were silent for a while.
Li Ye, who was running, knew that the little novice monk would ask the monk to leave food for him, so he was no longer anxious about the food in the dining hall.
What he needs to pay attention to now is the road under his feet. Although it is not raining, the mountain road is rugged and he will still fall if he is not careful.
Although three buckets of water was more difficult than two buckets of water, after yesterday's training, he felt that his physical strength had increased slightly and he could withstand the test of returning to three buckets of water.
He didn't stop, but when he was thirsty, he would take a few sips of the stream water in the bucket.
Just like yesterday, the old and young monks who came to the fasting hall saw the bald monk in black armor carrying two buckets of water and one bucket of water in his hand, filling the water tank outside the fasting hall while running.
The old monk in the dining hall looked at Li Ye's running back and murmured: The next day.
After much exhaustion, Li Ye spent three hours today filling the five large water tanks in the dining hall.
He felt no better today than yesterday, thinking that he still had to continue to train his body.
He dragged out a chair from the dining hall and placed it under the eaves. He sat on it and took out a towel to wipe his sweat while recovering his strength.
Like yesterday, Shao Qing pushed open the door of the dining hall and took off the steamer on the pot. Inside, he saw a bowl of white porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. He smiled and said, "Not bad."
After breakfast, I washed the dishes and continued yesterday’s practice.
With yesterday's experience, he first looked at the firewood in the firewood shed, put the dry firewood in a pile, and put the semi-dry and semi-wet firewood in a pile. He rested for a while, picked up the ax in the woodshed, and started from
He picked up a piece of firewood from the dry pile and chopped it down with an axe.
With yesterday's experience, today I chop the dry firewood and then the wet firewood. This not only saves energy, but also saves time. It only takes an hour to chop all the firewood to be burned tomorrow.
When I looked up, I saw that it was noon and the monks in the temple had finished their lunch meal and returned to their meditation rooms to rest.
Li Ye took out a towel, washed his face with water from the well in the Zhaitang Courtyard, and wiped away the sweat stains on his body. He said softly: "Not bad, I finally saved an hour.
Pushing the back door of Tianzhai Hall, I went to the pot and opened the steamer. There was a bowl of green vegetables and a bowl of dry rice. The difference was that today there was an extra bowl of sweet potato soup.
He recited scriptures and was grateful to the senior brothers in the Zhaitang for leaving rice for him. He sat at the table with the rice in his hand and chewed it slowly, savoring it carefully.
I ate, washed dishes, washed pots, closed the door of the dining hall, and chanted sutras all the way back to the small courtyard where I lived.
I went back to my room and took a nap. When I woke up at the right time, I put on my monk's robes and sandals and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion in the small courtyard.
It took half an hour to clean up the fallen leaves in the inner courtyard. When Li Ye was carrying it and was about to go to the outer courtyard to continue cleaning, the old monk came out of the Sutra Pavilion. Li Ye stopped and looked at the old monk and said: "Master, I will also do it at noon."
Aren’t you going to rest?”
The old monk came over and touched his head and said, "You must have suffered a lot these past two days."
"My disciples are thick-skinned and can endure it. They must continue to practice."
The old monk nodded and walked out of the courtyard.
At this moment, a sudden gust of autumn wind blew by, and countless fallen leaves suddenly fell from the trees. The old monk looked up at the old tree beside the courtyard wall, bent down, and slowly picked up the leaves on the ground one by one.
Put it in your pocket.
Li Ye saw it and said quickly: "Master, stop picking it up. I'll sweep it again later. It was the same thing yesterday. Just after I swept it, a gust of wind passed by and there were fallen leaves all over the ground again. It's so annoying."
The old monk smiled faintly and said, "You can't say that. Will the ground be clean just after you sweep it? If I pick up one more fallen leaf, the ground will be cleaner."
Li Ye touched his head, thought for a while and said: "Master, there are fallen leaves everywhere in the temple. If you pick them up in front, they fall behind you. How can you finish picking them up?"
The old monk continued to pick up two fallen leaves, raised his head and looked at Li Ye and said: "These leaves not only fell on the ground, but also fell on our hearts. I am not picking up fallen leaves on the ground, but picking up fallen leaves in my heart."
Li Ye was stunned and blurted out: "Are the fallen leaves on the ground the same as the fallen leaves in our hearts?"
The old monk turned back to look at him, smiled and said, "Isn't it different?"
Li Ye stood there in the wind until the old monk left with his hands behind his back, and then he came to his senses. He looked at the old monk walking out of the courtyard and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teachings, Amitabha."
The old monk was walking in the autumn wind, and a voice came back: "If you don't sweep one courtyard, how can you sweep a temple? If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?"
Li Ye heard and muttered softly: "...How can we sweep the world if we don't sweep one house?"
At this time, the old monk had already walked out of the outer courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion, smiling as he walked.
I murmured in my heart: "With such high wisdom, he can immediately understand the Buddha's teachings as soon as he hears it, can deal with suffering indifferently, and will not be tempted by happiness. It is a pity not to enter Buddhism."
Thinking about what the old monk said about the Buddha's visit, Li Ye felt much calmer than yesterday. He chanted the six-character mantra and gently swept the fallen leaves on the ground with the broom in his hand...
Just like yesterday, I spent two hours cleaning the inner and outer courtyards twice. When I returned to my room, I also swept the small courtyard, then lit the fire and cooked a pot of mushroom soup.
Come to comfort yourself.
While practicing in the temple, there was no dinner in the dining hall, so I had to think of something on my own when I was hungry.
I touched my stomach and thought that I would have to buy some rice oil and put it in my house when I went to the city. Even though I was practicing hard, I still had to fill my stomach.
...
Smelling the fragrance of the mushrooms floating in the pot, I thought that my arrangements for today were indeed very good. Although it was a bit harder, I had an extra hour and a half. After I had practiced for another month, I would have time to go to the Sutra Pavilion.
Read some scriptures here.
I also thought that if I followed my husband to practice at Fangcun Mountain in the Xixuan Territory next year, if it was like this, I wouldn't even need my husband to accompany me, and I could practice quietly there for five years, or even longer.
According to the old monk, if he can practice the "Shadowless Dharmakaya" to perfection, his practice may be able to break through to the point of distraction. Even if he cannot use the skills of the Nascent Soul realm in ten years, it may not be the case in these ten years.
A kind of practice.
...
Just then, the old monk with long beard and white eyebrows in the Sutra Pavilion thought about some of Li Ye's subtle achievements in sweeping the floors in the inner and outer courtyards in the past two days, and he felt very fond of it.
Looking at the statue of the Buddha on the Buddhist altar, the old monk with long beard and white eyebrows found a piece of light yellow rice paper, ground it with light ink, and wrote on it with a pen:
The Buddha taught the monks: "Sweeping the floor has five extraordinary merits: one is to purify one's own mind; two is to make others' hearts pure; three is to make the gods happy and praise; four is to plant good causes that will lead to a dignified and dignified appearance in the next life; five is to plant good causes for a dignified appearance in the next life;
He will eventually be reborn in heaven."
After writing, I put the pen down on the writing table, took some paste for pasting scriptures and smeared it on the back of the rice paper. Then I went out, went down to the eaves of the first floor where the broom was placed, and gently spread the light yellow rice paper on the pillar. Tomorrow Li
When you come to sweep the floor at night, you can see it when you raise your eyes.
After posting it, he turned around and went upstairs, saying softly: "Buddha hopes that all living beings who are willing to practice blessings can sow pure good deeds in the special field of blessings. I hope that you can also achieve your blessings in all kinds of sufferings and practice."
Use your own field of blessings to sow your good deeds in the next life."
Reciting the name of the Buddha, he gently closed the door.
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The evening drum of the bell tower in the temple was beating, it was already sunset, and the monks began their evening practice.
At this moment, the sound of chanting sutras spread around the temple.
As the Buddhist scriptures rang out, the environment around the Great Buddha Temple suddenly changed strangely. The entire temple was silent, and the Sutra Pavilion in the front and back halls were all peaceful.
With the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, all things in the world seem to return to their original state, and only a hint of autumn wind can be heard whispering outside the house.
Li Ye filled a bowl of mushroom soup from the pot and put it on the table. He took out the Lotus Sutra and read it yesterday.
Such lands
To click or not to wait
wipe it all into dust
One dust is one calamity
In my mind, you practice your Dharma, and I will practice my Dharma.
My appearance is the appearance of human beings, the appearance of human beings is the appearance of living beings, and the appearance of life spans. All the appearances in the world are my appearance and cannot be separated from my appearance. All dharmas are dependent origins, and consciousness is also dependent origination.
At this moment, the monks in the Great Buddha Temple are chanting sutras during evening classes.
At this moment, Li Ye was comprehending his own Dharma from the Lotus Sutra in the small room of Zayuan.
He wanted to see the Saha world clearly, and through the practice and study of the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Lotus Sutra, he would continue to understand and perceive the miraculous causes and conditions of all dharma, and find the path he wanted to take.
If love is not serious, it will not rise to the Saha world, so is the young lady on Phoenix Mountain her own Saha world?
Will Dongfang Yu'er, who has long been forgotten in my mind, be her own Saha world?
And where is Mumu brought back from Tianshan? Where is Xiaobai? Where are his parents and sister?
Many delusions arose, which startled Li Ye. He picked up the mushroom soup on the table and took a sip. He patted his chest and said, "Don't have delusions, don't remember lies. In one thought, you can walk between the paths of Buddha and Demon."
between."
There are three thousand Taoist treasures and forty-eight thousand Dharma doors.
Chapter completed!