After Monk Tianran left, Jiang Wen and Fan Xinghan squeezed into the vacant seat left by him, and began to think hard with Yan's father eye to eye. In the end, they did not understand what the master meant, and the three of them were silent for a while.
The ground was trapped by the machine front.
Such quick talking points, Zen ideas, using the blank space in the words to teach the mind seal, and even deliberately setting up the hints will make people feel like they are enlightened afterwards. Therefore, after the Song Dynasty, literati and poets loved to practice Zen for fun.
They all thought they had caught the Zen wind and were secretly happy.
Jiang Wen thought that he had just talked a lot eloquently, even if he happened to talk quickly and blocked the natural monk for a while, it was far less clever than what he did just now - the other party just pointed his finger towards the sky and threw four
This big character, with its hidden meaning, was enough to give them a headache for a while.
"How come this natural Zen master is so clever?"
The atmosphere was somewhat silent. Jiang Wen said something knowingly. Yan's father looked back as a matter of course, and his meaning was very clear. Only Fan Xinghan was still lost in thought, looking out the window for a long time without any reaction.
"Hey, Gang Leader Fan, why don't you say anything?"
Jiang Wen turned his head away from Yan's father and spoke to Fan Xinghan who was in a daze.
"It's okay, I just suddenly remembered some random things."
Fan Xinghan smiled and avoided the topic, lowered his head and took big mouthfuls of rice quickly, eating a sumptuous vegetarian meal. Jiang Wen also closed his mouth when he saw this, and concentrated on the meal in front of him. He also secretly sighed in his heart. Sure enough, half of what he said was half said.
It must be the monks who are so powerful.
The so-called huatou zen and jifeng refer to the mutual debate between Zen masters or students, and the quick answers when leading, bringing out some profound truths. In Southern Zen, this has almost become the main teaching and
Practice method. This kind of teaching or practice method often violates the normal logical relationship and forcibly reverses the direction of the information in the discourse, making people feel abrupt and surprised, but they often suddenly realize it in the twists and turns.
For example, Monk Tianran's words "Heavy rain is coming" just now sound like they have no causal relationship with the current situation. There is neither heavy rain nor such a thing coming. However, in the unknowable state of the future tense, if you think about it carefully, you can
Out of thin air, I sensed the smell of "the storm is coming and the wind is blowing all over the building".
Before coming here, Jiang Wen had already inquired about the royal tree used by natural monks to meditate. Today, he deliberately squatted there to test him, just to dig out more clues about Southern Shaolin. And whether the other party also knew the purpose of his visit?
What do you want to express in a vague way?
Jiang Wen came with a motive in mind. At this moment, it was as if he shouted into the cave. Overlapping echoes echoed unstoppably. A stone dropped into the water and shook up thousands of waves. He instantly felt that what the natural monk said was also true.
Testing him.
What is heavy rain? Where does the rain come from? Is something as big as a heavy rain about to happen?
How long is it coming? And why is it coming? Is it specifically next year, tomorrow, or the next hour?
Thinking further, assuming that the above is true, then the purpose of all Southern Shaolin’s hiding is to brew this storm!?
After thinking about this deeply, Jiang Wen instantly became troubled with sleeping and eating. Even the temples with red and red couplets and inscribed scripts in Guangxiao Temple and the streets and alleys decorated with flowers and brocades in Guangzhou made people feel faintly frightened, as if they were unbearable under their feet.
Under the earth, in the dark and lightless deep sea, there is also some kind of indescribable existence lingering. It is slowly opening its huge mouth, allowing countless black springs and black soil to pour in in rolling streams, waiting forever and never knowingly.
Catching prey...
"Master, why don't you eat? What's on your mind?"
At some point, the three apprentices also gathered around the table with their rice bowls. Fu Ningdie glanced around and saw her dazed master, and began to inquire about the gossip. Xiao Shitou had always been more considerate, so when she saw Jiang Wen
When he had no appetite to eat, he even said proactively, "Master, if you can't eat anymore, you can give me the food."
Hearing this, Wen Ding silently put down his rice bowl, pushed the mostly remaining vegetarian bowl in front of Xiao Shitou, and spoke proactively.
"Senior brother, I can't eat any more. I'll give these to you."
Fu Ningdie carefully protected her bowl and pushed Hong Wending's rice bowl back.
"Senior brother, he hasn't finished his own yet, what should I do for him?"
Then pick up two rounds of oily gluten from the bowl.
But from the beginning to the end, Xiao Shitou was staring closely at Jiang Wen's action of picking up the rice bowl, his eyes never moving for a moment, and then said to Hong Wending in a firm tone: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, I will just wait for Master's meal."
"Can you think of something better in your head? You have decided on Master, right?!"
When Jiang Wen heard this, he was furious. He hit Xiao Shitou's head with the end of his chopsticks unceremoniously, and then took action.
"You can eat your own food. If you're hungry, you can queue up for food. Didn't you see that the monks in the kitchen are taking naps nearby?"
Xiao Shitou was overjoyed and nodded silently when he heard this, and continued to pick up rice at a faster speed. After one operation, he brought a rice bowl that was cleaner than washed, and squeezed into the queue for rice again.
Fan Xinghan laughed heartily as he watched, and Jiang Wen also laughed secretly in his heart. He could only admit that some things were really difficult to guess.
Hua Tou Zen and Da Ji Feng, in the final analysis, are nothing more than "the Tao is understood by the heart and is not transmitted through words; why seek for your own treasures from outside", both are rooted in the Buddhist teachings of the Huayan Sutra, which states that "the three realms are based on mind, and all dharmas are based on consciousness".
Just like Zen Master Dahui Zonggao of the Song Dynasty, the advocate of Huatou Zen, his original intention was to develop a new path and method of enlightenment in the form of language for the dull and mixed Zen sect at that time, and the Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng who cannot be avoided in Guangxiao Temple can even be called
The origin of this Taoism. The "Tan Sutra" records that Hui Neng taught the secret to his disciples before he died: "If someone asks for the Dharma, he will say it in two ways, and he will take the opposite Dharma. Coming and going are related. After all, the two Dharmas are mutually exclusive, and there is no place to go." Obviously,
It is the embodiment of Zen philosophy using language skills.
"Forget it, you will realize it naturally when fate comes. And if the natural master just said it casually without any specific meaning, wouldn't I be disturbing myself?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Wen muttered to himself and slowly figured it out, so he started to eat his meal steadily. He and other disciples all finished the bowls in a hurry.
Su Zhai burped and walked out of the dining hall, deciding to use the time to visit the famous Guangxiao Temple, so he didn't worry about the "heavy rain is coming" warning.
After the meal, the group walked out of the Zhaitang and walked west along the path, passing by Prince Sidda Hall and Lunzang Hall, visiting ancient sites everywhere. According to "Guangxiao Temple Chronicles", Guangxiao Temple was originally the former residence of Nanyue King Zhao Jiande.
During the Three Kingdoms period, when Yu Fan of the State of Wu was exiled to the South China Sea, this place was known as Yu Yuan.
Yu Fan gave lectures in the garden and planted many Pinpo trees and Kaozi trees, also called "Kolin". After Yu Fan's death, he built his house as a temple, named "Zhizhi Temple". Subsequently, successive dynasties renovated it, and today's Guangxiao Temple is now Guangxiao Temple.
The scale of the building is majestic, already the highest in the Lingnan jungle.
But when they reached the empty space between the Ordination Hall and Fengban Hall, it suddenly started to rain heavily.
Before a few people could react, the rain became heavier and heavier in the blink of an eye, and rough raindrops continued to fall from the sky. They could only hear the sound of tiles and slates being fried like beans all around, and there was a loud crackling sound.
Tourists and laypeople in the temple also got into a mess and hid in the main hall to take shelter from the rain.
However, when the weather suddenly changed, the few people had no time to dodge, and the location was relatively remote. It was not safe to stand under the tree in the thunder and lightning. They had no choice but to follow the unique pattern of the third floor of the eleventh hall and six halls of Guangxiao Temple and head to the west.
He ran to places with looming eaves and roofs, eager to find a place on the roof to take shelter.
Not long after, they arrived at the nearest Buddhist temple to the west. Several people ran into the outside of the Buddhist temple, which had a mottled exterior, and finally escaped the baptism of the heavy rain.
Hiding under the eaves, several people knocked on the door but no one answered. Jiang Wen looked inside through the damaged window paper and saw that there was no Buddha statue in the Zen room. There was only a portrait of a monk with shaved hair and robes on the altar.
There was no one to worship, and the curtained shrine had long been desolate and faded. There were no beds in the Zen room, only some dismantled and replaced column bases were left side by side. It had obviously been idle for a long time and was even used as a utility room.
Seeing that there was no one inside, Jiang Wen grabbed the copper lock on the door unceremoniously, lowered his head and fiddled with it twice. The lock snapped open and fell to the ground, and the old wooden door slowly opened.
Jiang Wen walked in without any worries and found that there was not much dust in the West Zen Room. It was obvious that people often swept the dust.
"Good guy, it turns out it's such a 'heavy rain is coming'!"
Fan Xinghan looked at the bad weather and sighed with emotion.
Yan's father was still a little worried and didn't want to go in, but Fan Xinghan was not so particular. He took off his weird hat and wiped the water from his body, mumbling, obviously thinking about what the natural monk said just now.
The other two people looked at each other in shock when they heard this, and then they realized that they might have really thought too much. Monk Tian might really just want to tell them that it was going to rain outside and ask them to go back quickly.
Jiang Wen felt it was outrageous. Is this monk a fortune teller or a weather forecaster? How could it be said that it will rain when it rains? It was clear and sunny just now, and no one who went out thought of bringing an umbrella.
, how did the natural monk know that it was going to rain?
"Gang Leader Fan, please relax a little. You should be glad that Zen Master Tianran didn't say 'winter is coming'."
Jiang Wen twisted the water stains on his clothes and looked at the increasingly violent precipitation outside. "We won't be able to leave for a while anyway. Why don't we just rest here for the time being and wait until the weather clears up before leaving. What do you think?"
Fan Xinghan walked around the world as a beggar on weekdays, so he was naturally used to it. He didn't care about the quality of the surrounding environment. He just sat on the pillar in the Zen room and casually picked up small stones, saying that he would take advantage of this leisure to teach him.
Dragon Claw Grappling Hand.
Skills are taught in the martial arts world, both by masters and apprentices with high status, and by informal sparring. The purpose is just to spread the reputation and prevent it from being lost. Fan Xinghan first specifically confessed that the small stone dragon claw grappler is a martial arts passed down from his family and cannot be passed on to others.
, and began to teach him how to use orifices to tap acupoints.
Pretend to pass on thousands of books, but really pass on a sentence. Two people, one big and one small, taught the drill twice. Fan Xinghan's expression showed a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but look at Xiao Shitou with a bit of admiration. He seemed to appreciate it.
His mastery of the moves was surprising. After all, Xiao Shitou had already learned the moves, and now that he has mastered the fire level, he is naturally even more powerful in learning them.
"Headmaster Jiang, if you hadn't taken the lead, I, Fan, would have kidnapped this child as my apprentice no matter what I said today."
Fan Xinghan sighed with great regret and patted Xiao Shitou's seemingly weak body, "How did you find such a good seedling?"
Jiang Wen laughed. Naturally, he would not reveal the inside story of the Little Stone Experience Sect's learning method to him. Instead, he said curiously, "Gang Leader Fan, I have been a little curious from the gate of Guandi Temple. Among several disciples, you seem to favor me especially.
This great disciple?"
Fan Xinghan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he rubbed his palms and watched with slight disappointment as Xiao Shitou walked to Jiang Wen's side.
"Hey, I see that this child is quite similar to me when I was a child, so I have a bit of a love for talents. Don't look at him as dull and inarticulate on the outside, but in fact he has a clear heart. When he grows up, he will definitely be more promising than me."
Jiang Wenze laughed again, waved to Fu Ningdie and Hong Wending, and said to Fan Xinghan: "Since Gang Leader Fan has great talent, why don't someone help me see what these two apprentices are like?"
"Fan doesn't know how to recognize people. It's just that he had a few good brothers in his early years and they look alike."
Fan Xinghan, who had a rough appearance, was silent. He deliberately raised his eyes and looked at them for a long time, and then said half-understandly: "I think these two disciples of your sect are also extraordinary. The older one is thoughtful, courageous and resourceful, and the younger one is smart.
Yingwu is full of wits. With these three people standing as a tripartite, as long as the master has a bowl of water and the fellow disciples are in harmony, the Wuyi sect will not have to worry about achieving great things."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fan Xinghan was carrying people in sedan chairs, and Jiang Wen happily acquiesced when Fan Xinghan praised his three apprentices. He also took the initiative to praise the Xinghan Beggar Gang in Hanyang.
All kinds of righteous deeds gave each other enough face, and the two continued to chat.
Fan Xinghan got excited about chatting, so he secretly took out a pot of small wine from his arms, stretched out his hand and conjured up two small wine glasses. The two of them hid in the meditation room, and they drank one glass at a time.
"Good wine. Gang Leader Fan, where did the name Xinghan Beggar Gang come from? Could it be that it was your name?"
As the topic increased, Jiang Wen couldn't help but start gossiping again. From the beginning, he felt that the name of the gang was a bit outrageous. It was like Shaolin and Wudang changing their names to Bodhidharma and Junbao. The leader didn't think so.
Will you get goosebumps if someone talks about it?
Fan Xinghan was shocked when he heard this and quickly waved his hand.
"I misunderstood Master Jiang! The word 'Xinghan' in the Xinghan Beggar Clan refers to the orthodoxy of the Han family. It was called that a hundred years ago and has nothing to do with Fan. If you really want to say it, it means Fan’s name has borrowed light.”
Fan Xinghan made it very clear when he said this. In fact, the word "Xinghan" from the Hubei Beggar Clan was used first, and his own name came second. Moreover, he deliberately changed his name to this, and he was obviously trying to cover up his original name. , in exchange for some convenience in traveling around the world.
But falling into a beggar gang can be said to be one of the more unbearable among the three religions and nine streams. Fan Xinghan is also outstanding in martial arts, and he has a unique martial arts passed down from his family such as dragon claw grapple, but now he considers himself a beggar without any complaints. He was still young and had neither a family nor any property. This made Jiang Wen very curious about the reason behind it and couldn't help but ask a few more questions.
Fan Xinghan took a sip of wine and stared at the three children fighting and being silent for a while. He obviously did not intend to explain the reason why he became a beggar gang, so Jiang Wen changed the subject and asked about his purpose in going to Guangzhou.
"Gang Leader Fan, I think it's inappropriate for you to come to Guangzhou City this time. Even if General Wu Liuqi really wants to give up his position, I don't think the Shang family will necessarily agree - is the city windy or not? If it rains, it still depends on the Shang family."
The wind and rain are still swaying outside the door, and several caesar trees are trembling in the heavy rain. The oval leaflets are not there in the winter, exposing the bare trunks. The pinpo tree on the other side of the Zen room has lush branches and leaves, and it is still common in the severe winter. Green, obviously deeply rooted and unshakable, both have stood firm despite the wind and rain.
Raindrops were beating outside the Zen room window. Fan Xinghan nodded silently, then suddenly shook his head, pointed outside the Zen room and said: "Master Jiang, the Shang family is naturally a giant, but do you know who Shang Kexi is afraid of?"
Jiang Wen touched his chin and thought for a while before saying: "The Qing court? The Zheng family? Emperor Yongli of Yunnan? Please give me some advice on this."
Fan Xinghan stroked the rough pillar foundation and slowly shook his head when he heard Jiang Wen's answer.
"The Shang family is like a baby meeting its parents to the Qing court, the Zheng family is like a fierce dog meeting a wolf, and the Yongli family is like a rich man meeting a poor relative. In the final analysis, it is just due to power, not fear."
Fan Xinghan used a series of weird metaphors, which opened Jiang Wen's eyes.
The Qing government's attack on the Shang family was indeed an adult beating a child. After all, everything Shang Kexifa's family had was given by the Manchus. It was no different from parents raising children. The Zheng family, entrenched between Fujian and Guangdong, was like a hungry family waiting for an opportunity. The wolf would aim at the sacred land under Shang Kexi's jurisdiction and take a bite at any time, causing him heartache and pain. What the Qing court wanted to see was for the two to fight to the death to check and balance each other.
Finally, we turn a thousand miles away and hunt the Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming Dynasty in Yunnan. His life and death actually have little to do with Shang Kexi - it is Wu Sangui's responsibility to hunt down Yongli. As long as Yongli is not like what he was a few years ago. Shang Kexi would definitely not have any thoughts of taking the initiative to attack if he sent someone to attack him.
Fan Xinghan slowly raised his head: "Wu Liuqi once lived in the Beggar Clan and had friendships with many brothers. One day, someone found me and told me that the whereabouts of the person Shang Kexi feared the most was in his hands, and he was going to have a talk. If the conditions are met, the benefits obtained will be given to the Xinghan Gang, so that he can take the opportunity to escape from the Guandi Society."
"I see. Then who is Shang Kexi afraid of?" Jiang Wen asked seriously.
Fan Xinghan was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head. This completely confused Jiang Wen.
"Wu Liuqi didn't tell me at first, and I was still guessing who this person was. When I came to Guangxiao Temple today, I originally wanted to ask Zen Master Tianran about this matter, or maybe he would know the whereabouts of Wu Liuqi. Unfortunately, Abbot Tianran obviously
Don't want to speak."
Fan Xinghan said slowly.
Jiang Wen frowned slightly: "You mean, Zen Master Tianran knows who can be praised and feared?"
A piece of news that could be used to threaten Shang Kexi, or to exchange conditions with Shang Kexi? This was something Jiang Wen never thought of. Could it be that Wu Liuqi knew too much and was silenced by Shang Kexi? But this reason seems to explain it.
The reason why natural monks dared to sympathize with and protect those who resisted the Qing Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty.
Jiang Wen, who was drunk and drunk, couldn't help but wonder if he could use this method to exchange for Shang Kexi's support for Geng Jingzhong's attack on the jue. But does such news really exist?
Faced with Jiang Wen's doubts, Fan Xinghan said with absolute certainty: "Not only did he know it, he also knew it earlier than Wu Liuqi. There is no doubt about it."
According to Fan Xinghan, the Manchu and Qing armies arrived in Guangzhou in October of the sixth year of Shunzhi and besieged the city for 10 months before finally capturing it. After Pingnan King Shang Kexi and Jingnan King Geng Jimao led the Qing army to capture Guangzhou, they massacred the city for ten days and left corpses lying everywhere.
All over the place, it is said that Master Tianran went there alone and persuaded Shang Kexi to stop the killing.
The large-scale massacre after the capture of Guangzhou is said to have plunged the creator of this disaster, Shang Kexi, into endless nightmares. He was restless all day long and often visited various temples and Taoist temples in an attempt to obtain
Peace of mind.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! According to Wu Liuqi, it was in Guangxiao Temple that Shang Kexi met the abbot at that time, Monk Tian Tian. Under Monk Tian Tian’s advice, Shang Kexi suddenly came to his senses and he obeyed.
With the persuasion of the natural monk, he took the lead in expanding the temple to save the souls of the dead who died in the Ten Days Massacre.
Monk Tian Tian also took advantage of Shang Kexi's support, formed good ties, mobilized more people to raise funds, and set off a fundraising craze inside and outside the government. As a result, Shang Kexi's wife, Princess Shu, donated money to build the Mahavira Hall, and Shang Kexi himself donated money to build the Heavenly King Hall. General Xu Erxian
Donated money to build Wei Tuo Hall and Jialan Hall, and Guangdong Governor Liu Bingquan donated money to build Shanmen...
If what Wu Liuqi said is true, the reason why the natural monk allowed the murderous Shang Kexi to follow the teachings of Buddhism was because of the news in his hand that was enough to make Shang Kexi sleepless and fearful.
All this is too unreasonable, but there is a trace of logic in the complete irrationality, and people can't help but feel that there is a lot of mystery in it.
After finishing the wine, the rain outside gradually stopped.
The lead-colored sky showed no sign of clearing up, and layers of thick clouds seemed to be dripping water at any time, hanging high above people's heads, brewing the possibility of a heavy rain coming at any time.
Perhaps this was the imminent heavy rain, and the people trapped in the temple could only walk through the knee-deep water together with an uneasy mood, and went home.
"The wind blew the door open? Fortunately, it was discovered, otherwise Master would have blamed me again..."
The young novice passed by the West Zen Room and saw the door open and quickly went up to close it.
The little novice's footsteps were hurried and muddy. He hesitated only when he saw the portrait of the monk with shaved hair and garb. He bowed respectfully and then locked the door again. The deserted Zen room returned to silence.