Chapter 341: In Shaolin Temple, the God of Death Returns
"The edict from the Crown Prince says that our Shaolin Temple is harboring bandits. What do you think?"
In the masculine hall, Shaolin Master Huiyi held a meeting.
In the real Shaolin Temple, there is no Bodhidharma Temple, Arhat Hall, or Prajna Hall, but only monk officials, also known as monks and cao.
During the Northern Wei Dynasty, among the monk officials, "Seng Tong" was appointed as the chief officer and "Vina" was appointed as the adjutant.
In the Tang Dynasty, the monks were divided into "Shangsi" and "Temple Master". "Vina" remained unchanged and was the programmatic function of managing specific monk affairs in the temple.
These three positions, collectively known as the three pillars of the temple, are the leadership of the Buddhist temple.
At this time, the first person the presiding Master Huiyi looked at was Master "Vina" Huizang.
Huizang raised his eyebrows angrily, and his voice was loud and echoed in the hall: "What are thieves and bandits?"
"There is a person in my temple who has a sudden enlightenment. His enlightenment does not depend on external pursuits! There is a person who has turned around and made a comeback. All the Dharmas go straight to the source of his heart! Are the past mistakes a thief?"
"If it is not true, the people outside the temple will only bother themselves. If it is true, there will be no pure land in any temple in the world."
"In my opinion, the prince has been misled by a treacherous minister. There is no need to quarrel with the intruder. I ordered the monk soldiers to drive them away. I quickly sent people to Luoyang to inquire about the situation. If there are thieves plotting against our treasure temple, I am willing to take the monk soldiers down the mountain to fight with them.
Say the Dharma and give me peace in the temple!"
"Vina" is in charge of the advancement and retreat of the monks, holds Dharma meetings, and is in charge of singing and dedication. He must have a good throat and seniority. Just like the leading role on the stage, all programs depend on him.
Arrangement, Huizang used to be so forthright and tough-minded in the past.
The group of monks in the temple are all monks and middle-level managers. Most of the monks nodded, while a few frowned slightly.
Huiyi looked at "Shangsi" and asked for advice: "What do you mean, uncle?"
"Shangsi" is the oldest Zhenfa master and one of the thirteen stick monks who helped the Tang army in the past.
At that time, he was good at martial arts, went deep into the enemy group, captured the leader of the thieves, and was very high-spirited. Now he is very old, but his face is still rosy. He said slowly: "Since the sixth year of Zhenguan, after my Shaolin Temple acquired ten thousand acres of fertile land, and
There has been no contact with the imperial court and they have been hiding in the mountains. So today, you dare to drive away the holy envoy who holds the edict in his hand?"
Given this person's seniority, Huizang didn't dare to refute: "I have had delusional thoughts, it's my fault!"
But after Zhenfa reprimanded his nephew, he spoke again: "I didn't even enter the temple gate, so I directly questioned him. The person who came is not good. He cannot be driven away or surrendered. I ordered the monks and soldiers to deal with it. Go to Luoyang quickly to find out the situation."
The host Hui Yi nodded: "What Uncle Master said is true!"
The culture of the Tang Dynasty was such that people in the Tang Dynasty were striving for power. Shaolin started out as a martial artist and would not compromise without reason. He immediately began to make arrangements: "Zhihong, you take the token of this temple, take the letter, and quickly go down the mountain to Luoyang to find Gong's successor, Saburo Gong.
He has many contacts with our temple, and if he comes forward, he will definitely be able to find out why the prince issued this edict."
A monk with lively eyebrows stood up and took the order: "Yes!"
The host Huiyi said again: "Zhijian, you lead a hundred monk soldiers and go to the temple to watch the intruders. You need to be patient and don't start a war rashly."
A masculine monk stood up and took the order loudly: "Yes!"
At this time, the stick monk vibrated the Dharma and said again: "Huizang, you go to the temple gate together. In your own nature, you can see all Dharmas. This is your chance to obtain the Dharma!"
Huizang clasped his hands together: "Yes!"
The monks left the hall one after another and scattered in all directions.
Most of the monks had very indifferent expressions and did not take what had happened just to heart, especially Huizang, who was walking towards the front temple in a hurry, still thinking about his uncle's instructions just now.
Shaolin Temple is one of the ancestral temples of Zen Buddhism. Since Bodhidharma, the monks were initiated with the Lankavatara. The Fourth Patriarch Daoxin also added the practice method of Samadhi. By the Fifth Patriarch Hongren, the practice of Zen practitioners has been integrated into every aspect of life.
, everything can be used as a Buddhist deed, and everything can be an opportunity for enlightenment.
Huizang has indeed felt a bottleneck recently, so this rare group of court officials may be an opportunity for him to break through.
While Huizang was meditating, a monk whose temperament was quite different from that of the Shaolin Temple came to greet him: "I have something to say, I hope Wei Na will listen to me."
Huizang looked at this person and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Fa Ming?"
This monk was transferred from Famen Temple in Qizhou. Shaolin Temple rarely accepts transfer monks, so he left a deep impression on him.
What made Huizang even more concerned was that during the period when Faming first entered the temple, he often woke up at night, was plagued by nightmares, and babbled constantly. He later returned to normal.
Huizang suddenly thought of the purpose of the outsiders, and his voice was low: "Are you what outsiders call a bandit?"
Fa Ming was a little displeased. He was once a high-ranking official in the royal temple. No matter in terms of seniority or status, he was not above Shaolin Wei Na. His voice became colder: "The poor monk has a degree of ultimatum and has checked with Famen Temple. Is it true?"
Bandits? The poor monk has an old relationship with the inner guard Li Jiyi, so I came here to give you some advice."
Huizang was not very happy after hearing the word "Tiding". What qualifications does a person who lives under someone else have to be so arrogant? However, he finally asked: "Is the inner guard Li Jiyi the holy envoy outside who came to deliver the edict? What is he like?"
people?"
Fa Ming showed respect: "Li Jiyi is extremely enlightened, neither happy nor sad, and everything does not linger in his heart. In fact, he is a son of Buddha who is here in this world, and Vina must not go against him!"
Huizang was startled, looking at him with a rather strange look, and said perfunctorily: "I know, if Li Jiyi doesn't make things difficult for our temple, I will naturally not do anything to him..."
This time it was Fa Ming who looked at him strangely, but he stopped trying to persuade him, clasped his hands together, bowed, and turned to leave.
After leaving Huizang and his party, Faming thought for a moment, showed determination, and came to a courtyard: "Zhien! Zhien! Can you do the poor monk a favor and bring a message to Li Yuanfang, the internal security officer?"
Monk Zhi En walked out in response. After hearing the request, he was a little afraid and said: "Master Fa Ming, I don't know who Li Yuanfang is..."
Fa Ming said: "Li Jiyi is outside the temple. He is the youngest among the guards, but has the highest status. He also likes drinking tea the most."
Monk Zhi En was puzzled: "Master Faming, why don't you meet that person in person?"
Fa Ming sighed: "Before Li Jiyi went to Tibet as an envoy, he asked a poor monk to investigate a matter, but the poor monk was timid for a while and did not dare to show up..."
The main reason was that the truth discovered was so horrifying that Fa Ming was worried about it for a long time. In the end, he decided to leave Famen Temple and avoid other Buddhist temples.
After all, he got used to it and couldn't bear to go to a small temple, so he simply chose the Shaolin Temple near Luoyang. Unexpectedly, Li Yuanfang showed up.
Fa Ming clasped his hands together and said, "This is the intention of the Buddha. The poor monk should not avoid it. You can help the poor monk bring a message to Li Jiyi and tell him who the person who taught the consciousness-only power is by Master Tripang. The poor monk already knows this."
The stakes are high, so let him avoid all other internal guards and come here alone."
Monk Zhi En seemed to understand but walked towards the front hall.
Watching his back, Fa Ming pursed his lips, nervously sweating on his forehead, and murmured: "Is this unnecessary? Maybe it would be safer to tell the secret directly?"
"No, except for Li Jiyi, no one else in the inner guard can believe it. If Li Jiyi doesn't come to keep the appointment, the poor monk will have done his best and live up to the Buddha!"
Fa Ming was sitting in the courtyard, waiting silently. He was nervous at first, but gradually calmed down. He had no thoughts and no signs, and the Buddha Dharma was faintly improved.
When the courtyard door reopened, he stepped forward to meet it without haste.
However, what appeared in front of him was not the person he was waiting for, but a figure shrouded in black, staring at him with cold eyes.
"Amitabha!"
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By the time Huizang took the monk Zhijian and ordered a hundred monk soldiers to the front temple, Cheng Wuzhong and Baiqi were already impatient: "These thieves are really bold. The prince's edict is here. They
Why have you delayed so much?"
Yang Zaiwei used to be very patient. After all, as an assassin, sometimes it is common for him to wait for an opportunity and wait for a few days and nights.
But this time he was eager to know the truth about that year, and his tone became less polite: "Li Yuanfang, what are we waiting for here? Go and arrest the stick monk that the junior sister said, and torture him to find out the situation!"
Li Yan is the most calm-minded.
He silently practiced consciousness-only energy, and took advantage of the environment of Shaolin Temple to sprint towards the tongue consciousness, the last of the first five consciousnesses.
But it turns out that there is no so-called Buddhist atmosphere here, and there is quite a strong smell of sweat.
When he began to practice tongue consciousness, he still relied on the experience of the other four senses to silently explore the secrets and unlock deep body control.
Li Yan is really not in a hurry about waiting.
Because the longer you wait, the bigger the problem is.
In the current social environment, it is unrealistic to destroy Buddhism, but there is still no problem with a few temples, it just depends on who gets hit first.
Finally, footsteps sounded.
A group of powerful monks walked over with high spirits.
Not only were there all strong men behind them, but even the old monk at the head had a ruddy complexion and a vigorous pace.
When Baiqi from Beiya saw it from a distance, they immediately started talking: "The physique is actually on par with ours!"
"You can tell at a glance that he doesn't have much practical combat skills. It's not something to be afraid of, but he can still fight against ordinary imperial troops!"
"Does this Buddhist temple raise such a tough soldier, do you want to commit crime?"
Yang Zaiwei also commented: "To be able to have such a physique, the Shaolin monks and soldiers probably use not only normal rice grains, but also special medicinal diet for strength training. That is really quite a luxury!"
Li Yan asked about the situation of the medicinal diet, and gained a lot of knowledge: "I didn't expect that there are so many auxiliary medicines for practicing Jin method. It's kind of interesting..."
Yang Zaiwei was startled: "Did you never apply any ointment or take any medicated food when you were practicing strength training since you were a child?"
Li Yan shook his head: "No, but although I don't have enough money for clothing, I still have enough meat to eat so that I won't harm my body, but I don't have those high-end secret medicines..."
As soon as the words fell, Li Yan's expression suddenly changed, his careless look disappeared, and he entered the state of a detective.
Because in the talent column, the status of a key talent has changed: