Chapter 63: In Wuming Inn and Wuxin Monk on Zen and Taoism
"Did you mean what you just said on purpose?"
Soaking in the tub, Monk Wuxin asked with his feet in the air.
Zhang Heng was noncommittal: "When I'm away from home, it's better to do less than to do more. I'm not afraid of it, I just find it troublesome."
When you are out of town, if your accent sounds like you are not from the local area, you are bound to do something dirty.
Take for example just now, the shopkeeper will definitely not return a piece of the three yuan that he gave out. He might not be able to get enough when the accounts are settled tomorrow.
Why.
Because your accent is from another place, this is 80% a one-time deal. If I don’t rip you off, who will I rip off?
Not to mention now, even a hundred years from now, those grandsons who help with the scenic spots will still be playing like this.
This is pretty good.
If you encounter a heartless person, you will wake up tomorrow morning and throw down the chamber pot. Then he will tell you that you broke an antique porcelain vase and ask you for a hundred yuan.
If I don't give it, I won't let you go. You're not familiar with this place. How can you reason with me?
"Looking at your age, you are quite experienced in the world of martial arts."
Monk Wu Xin is a little strange.
"It's because I've suffered losses before."
"Every time you suffer a loss, you will learn a lesson. Even though I am young, I actually entered society very early, and society really trains people."
Zhang Heng opened up the conversation and couldn't help but say a few more words: "When I was in school, I did a work-study program. I used my time off to work on my own and earn some pocket money."
"I remember very clearly that I was sixteen years old, around the Spring Festival."
"I worked for a shop owner. I agreed on when I would leave and when he would calculate my wages."
"I worked for 38 days, and what do you think he said to me?"
"They said I didn't work for two months and I couldn't pay for the remaining days."
"He also told me two ways. One is that if I work for another month, he will pay me two months, and the other is that I will pay for one month, and the remaining few days will be considered as extra."
Zhang Heng smiled: "There are really masters in this world!"
Monk Wuxin also laughed. He didn't expect Zhang Heng to have such an experience, and asked: "How did you solve it?"
Zhang Heng replied: "I calmly told the boss that I am only sixteen and fifteen years old. Either you give me the money or I call the police and report that you are employing child labor." At this point, I realized that Monk Wuxin may not understand child labor.
meaning, and added: "We encourage studying there and do not allow jobs for people under 16 years old. If I call the police, he will be fined a lot of money."
"And he gave you the money?"
"Yes, I gave it."
Zhang Heng let out a breath: "But I still feel that this breath has not come out. Looking back now, I still can't calm down."
After saying that, he looked at Wu Xin and said happily: "I was still a kid back then, but now, I would have to beat him before leaving. This man is hateful."
"How hateful?"
"Later on, I saw many evil people, but when I think about it carefully, none of them were as hateful as him. I still remember him so freshly."
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he stood up from the tub: "Okay, wash up, get dressed and go eat. I know you are young, Master, so you are embarrassed to get out of the tub first in front of me."
"Small?"
"What do you mean!"
Monk Wuxin didn't react at first, and after a while he yelled loudly: "Niubi, what do you mean? The first part of the sentence is all nonsense, so you just scolded me for getting to the point. We're not done yet!"
"You can still be so angry after becoming a monk!"
Zhang Heng stood outside the bathroom, shook his head and said, "He has the three poisons of greed, ignorance, and anger. There is no way he can be saved."
After a while, monk Wuxin came out with a dark face.
Seeing Zhang Heng sitting at the table, guarding the food on the table without any movement, he opened his mouth and said: "Niubi, you have hurt my soul. This is not the end of the matter. I have to get the place back and talk to you."
Let’s fight.”
"Is the monk still so elegant?"
Zhang Heng knew he was wrong and asked: "What are you going to fight for? You don't even care about Yue Qiluo. I, Yue Qiluo's defeated general, I'm afraid I can't fight for you, right?"
"Wen Dou!"
Monk Wuxin sat down on the stool and stretched out a finger.
"This is... a charade!"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself: "Restarting one yuan? No, this is Taoism. The monk is from Buddhism, so he should be dedicated to worshiping Buddha."
After thinking about this, Zhang Heng stretched out three fingers, meaning: "You wholeheartedly worship the Buddha, and I have the protection of the Three Pure Ones."
"Amazing!"
On the other side, Monk Wuxin was also thinking secretly: "I said he could only eat one bowl of rice, but he said he could eat three bowls!"
Thinking of this, Monk Wuxin also made the sign of three, which means: "I can also eat three bowls."
"three?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly and thought to himself: "Is this talking about the past, present, and future, and the presence of the three Buddhas in the world?
"It's interesting. If I say three and you say three, you are quarreling with me!"
Zhang Heng made a five-sign sign, which means: "You have three Buddhas in this world, and I have the Beidou Star Lord, the South Star Lord, the East Star Lord, the West Star Lord, the Middle Star Lord, and the Five Elders to bless you!"
hiss!!
Monk Wuxin took a breath and thought to himself: "I can only eat three bowls of rice at most, but he can eat five bowls? Isn't this a rice bucket?"
Are you going to lose?
Monk Wu Xin was unwilling to give in, and pointed to his heart, meaning: "Eating five bowls of rice, do you believe this?"
"Heart!"
Zhang Heng thought for a while and then his eyes lit up: "This means that the Buddha is in the heart!"
Thinking of what Monk Wuxin was going to say, Zhang Heng knew how to answer. Then he pointed to the top of his head, meaning: "There is a blue sky above."
Isn’t your Buddha in your heart, but my heaven is in your head?
Is mine bigger than yours?
"oops!"
Monk Wuxin took a look and realized that this was not bad: "I said I didn't believe he could eat five bowls of rice, but he said he could swear to God. It seems he really didn't deceive me."
Thinking of this, Monk Wu Xin sighed: "It's the young monk who lost. Niubi has such a big appetite."
"How much food do you want?"
Zhang Heng was a little confused.
Then I thought that the cow's nose should point to the Tao, the food that has substance should be empty, and the amount of nothingness should be real.
This is the monk's state of asking about the reality and reality of the Tao based on the cow's nose and appetite.
What a treacherous monk. He first admits defeat and then lays the groundwork. As expected, the hairless guy cannot be trusted.
"The Heavenly Lord is immeasurable."
Zhang Heng chanted Tian Zun.
It says: 'The Tao does not exist, the Tao does not exist, the Tao does not balance, the Tao does not measure, it is neither other nor myself, it is neither virtual nor real, the Tao is unclear, the Tao is unclear, the mysterious is mysterious, and the source of all wonders is the Tao.'
"My Buddha is immeasurable."
Seeing Zhang Heng reciting the Taoist slogan, Monk Wuxin naturally refused to show weakness.
When Zhang Heng saw this, he was shocked and thought to himself: "Is this responding to my understanding of Tao? Does it mean the same is true for Buddha?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Heng nodded: "The monk is really good at Zen. The green lotus, white lotus root, lotus leaf and flower. The three religions have evolved for thousands of years. It is true that you have me and I have you. The paths are different, but there is no distinction between superior and inferior.
It’s to persuade people to do good.”
After saying that, Zhang Heng was also a little tired. Playing the game took too much mental energy, so he changed his mouth and said: "Monk, come on, let's drink. I was joking just now. I don't have the habit of peeking at men."