"Why not? My mother is about to attain enlightenment and become an immortal. You, an unfilial son, are still reluctant to part with this yellow and white thing?"
The old lady was so angry that she was shaking a little:
"You white-eyed wolf, I have raised you for twenty years in vain. Now that your wings have become stiff, are you planning to disobey me?"
"My child doesn't dare!"
The young man gave his mother a helpless look and took out a cloth bag from his arms. It had three layers inside and three layers outside. It was wrapped tightly. He took off the cloth wrapped outside and saw a few broken pieces of silver scattered inside. He gritted his teeth.
, I had to take out a few pieces and donate incense.
"I'm going to become an immortal soon, why do I keep these things?"
At this moment, the old lady seemed to be possessed by a spirit. She grabbed all the broken silver and threw them all into the merit box with a clang:
"Let's go to see Zen Master Wu Neng. No matter what, you have to let me take a look at the Divine Lotus."
"Amitabha!"
The deacon monk called out the Buddhist name and said with a smile:
"Buddhism is vast and can help all the destined people from all over the world. The old benefactor is compassionate and sees that money is an external thing. He will surely be able to step on the white lotus and ascend to bliss. When the flowers bloom, he will see the Buddha and he will be a sage and bodhisattva."
"That's good, that's good."
The old lady put on a kind smile towards the deacon monk, put her hands together and saluted:
"All conditioned dharmas are like the bubbles in a dream. Only by seeing through and letting go of these shackles of fame can we be free from worries, pure and at ease. Only in this way can we see my Buddha and enjoy bliss forever."
After bidding farewell to the deacon monk, the mother and son walked along the steps to the Main Hall. In the hall, there were countless monks sitting cross-legged on futons, reciting the great virtue scriptures with loud voices, like bells and drums.
In front of the monks, there is an old monk with long eyebrows and a rosy face. He is squinting, chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish.
After a while, the Bi Dade Sutra was recited, and everyone was silent. Only the old monk struck the wooden fish with his hand and said loudly:
"I have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by dust and labor for a long time; once the dust is gone, the light is born, and it can break through thousands of mountains and rivers."
"What a verse! Listening to this, it doesn't sound like a monster monk spreading random rumors."
Young people who have read books for several years will naturally understand the meaning of these four sentences.
These four sentences mean that everyone is actually a pearl, but unfortunately it has been covered by dust for a long time. One day the dust and sand are gone and the pearl's light shines all over the mountains and rivers like thousands of flowers blooming.
The human heart is pure and inactive, but it is blinded by worldly desires and interests. Even if the mountains and rivers are picturesque, they cannot see the beautiful scenery in front of them. One day, they will wake up and see flowers blooming everywhere in the mountains and rivers.
In layman's terms, it means that gold will always shine, and talents will always shine.
"Let's all disperse."
The old monk turned his back to the group of monks and still knocked on the wooden fish. The sound of "dong dong dong" was like a knock on the heart, which is thought-provoking:
"Old donor, since you are here, why don't you come in?"
"Yes, Holy Monk!"
The old lady came to the old monk with a pious face and a respectful look, clasping her hands together:
"I've seen the holy monk!"
"There is no need to be polite. You only care about Buddha and have no other thoughts. The Buddha who lives in Paradise has already sensed it. He came to you in a dream last night and said that there was a devout bhikshuni who had finished his mortal life. He should step on the lotus and return to Paradise."
"Good, good"
The old lady was overjoyed and her face became more pious.
"Come with me!"
The old monk stood up, turned around and walked towards the outside of the Main Hall. Passing by several temples and pavilions, he saw a pool of autumn water in front of him.
Deep in the temple, there is a pond. The water in the pond is as deep as a spring, calm and waveless, reflecting the blue sky, lying there quietly like a sapphire.
"Could this be the merit pool in Jinshan Temple?"
Looking at the clear water and blue sky, the old lady's heart surged with joy:
"According to outsiders, there is a sacred lotus in this merit pool. If you step on it, you can fly to the sky."
"Medicine can cure diseases, and Buddha can help those who are destined. Although Buddhism is vast, it will not save those who are not destined. Those who are destined will let go of everything, everything will be empty, and they will naturally ascend to the sky. Those who are not destined will be hindered by the mortal world and entangled in everything, so it is naturally difficult to transcend.
"
The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly and said some mysterious words:
"Whether you can ascend depends entirely on God's will and good fortune. Without good fortune, even if you have the protection of the Holy Lotus, it will be difficult to ascend."
"It's good, it's good. What the holy monk said is absolutely true. The vast true meaning of Buddhism lies in the word salvation and the word fate. If you want to save someone, you must first form a fate."
The old lady followed closely beside the old monk and looked around with her eyes, but did not see the divine lotus:
"Where's the divine lotus in this merit pool? Is it because I don't have enough luck to achieve enlightenment and ascend?"
While he was searching, the old monk took a step closer to the Merit Pond and muttered something. As he chanted, a whirlpool suddenly emerged in the calm pond. The whirlpool was like a fountain, and a huge white lotus rose out of the water.
The lotus is as big as a millstone and has six petals. Each petal is crystal clear, fresh and lovely. There are little water droplets rolling on it, refracting the sunlight into colorful colors and spreading.
"The Holy Lotus has appeared. If the old donor doesn't leave now, when will he wait?"
The old monk grabbed the old lady's hand, threw it up, and sat safely on the white lotus. The six petals of the lotus closed together, shooting out a cloud of smoke, slowly sinking into the water, and disappeared.
The young man looked at all this in a daze, as if in a dream. At this moment, the old lady disappeared, and then he realized, grabbed the old monk's collar, and shouted:
"Old man, where did you take my mother? Return her to me quickly, or I will lead people to demolish this Jinshan Temple."
"Amitabha."
The old monk looked at the young man with a sacred smile and said with a smile:
"Congratulations to the donor. Congratulations to the donor. The donor's mother has been blessed by the Buddha and has returned to bliss."
…
Before I knew it, it was already night, and the number of people who came to Jinshan Temple to offer incense gradually decreased. The old monk sat alone in the Zen master's room, silently reciting the Sutra to Save People and save the souls of the dead.
And in the merit pool of Jinshan Temple, a puff of white smoke came out, turned into a big man, and stepped into the Zen room.
"Wuneng, if it weren't for me in Jinshan Temple, where would so much incense come from? Why don't you know how to repay your kindness? These days, you have been feeding some old and weak people. The skin, pine and meat are sour, and they are not good at all.
It's not delicious. Next time, I must get some strong young men to serve."
"Young men, no one will believe that you can ascend to heaven on the white lotus. Only those who are older and believe in my Buddha will have the opportunity to let him enter your mouth. It is difficult for young men to be strong."
The big man smiled softly:
"I have been practicing for many years and spit out white lotus flowers. If they step on the white lotus flower, they will be considered as entering my belly. In this way, they can be regarded as getting their wish. They stepped on the lotus and ascended to heaven. They just ascended into my belly.
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"I will find a way to get a few young and strong ones. You should go back quickly. This is an important place for Buddhism. If someone sees you, the incense that has been gathered for many days will be cut off again."
"Well, old monk, remember what you said, I love those who are strong and strong."
…
"Master, what are you going to do?"
"I have nothing to do. I plan to go on a night tour of the West Lake to see the beautiful scenery."
Zhang Yutang held a book and a sword and walked out.
"I'm going too."
Xu Jiaorong looked at Zhang Yutang and prayed with her eyes.