I heard a monk shouting in panic: "Killing, killing." Behind him, a lay monk was grabbing his collar and inserting a severed table leg into his heart. Warm,
Bright red blood with a fishy odor slowly seeped out, soaking his entire chest in just a few blinks.
The orthodox monk looked at the table leg stuck in his chest, and then at the lay monk's face. His pupils were beating up and down, flashing an indescribable light. Was it fear, confusion, or resentment? And that
The lay monk looked at the table legs that had sunk into his chest, and his hands were shaking like sieves. His chest could not help but rise and fall, white air like hot waves roared out of his mouth, and his heart felt like a hammer.
"You..." The monk didn't finish his sentence. He took a few steps back, swayed, and fell to the ground.
As the righteous monk fell to the ground, the entire dining room seemed to explode. The noise of people and all kinds of shouts swept through the entire compound like the wind. Monks from all halls rushed to the Prajna Hall dining room.
"The lay monk killed the orthodox monk. Has the Shaolin Temple rebelled against heaven?" "The lay monk actually violated the law of life and death in the temple and got the righteous law!"
"How come you allow the righteous monks to bully the lay monks?" "Yes, it is the lay monks who endure hardships and hardships. Why aren't the lay monks disciples of Shaolin?"
The two sounds are like two rivers rushing in their own channels. Although they are rolling faster and faster, they have not yet merged to create huge waves.
A few days ago, several righteous monks in the Prajna Hall were punished for violating the precepts. Therefore, at this time, the words "zhengfa lay monks" became the flame in the powder keg. The righteous monks in the Prajna Hall all defended themselves.
The fellow disciples were aggrieved and pushed each other with a group of lay monks. The two fast-flowing rivers collided instantly, turning up huge waves and lapping at this ancient temple that had been peaceful for more than a hundred years. In the chaos, a figure turned over and jumped onto the roof.
, flying towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion amidst the noise.
"Stop!" After hearing the news that it was too late, Jie summoned his inner strength and shouted.
The sound of breaking the precepts mobilized the inner strength. Although there was a lot of noise in the dining room, the monks could still hear clearly. Seeing the arrival of the abbot and the leader, everyone stopped and looked at the brothers around them with their eyes at a loss.
In an instant it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
After taking the precepts, he walked through the crowd and came to the side of the monk who fell to the ground. He closed his eyes, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, you have realized the difficulty, go ahead." The monks around him were stunned. This realization had just begun.
After a year in Shaolin, he had mediocre talents and was unknown in the temple. Unexpectedly, the abbot still remembered his Buddhist name. In fact, it was not just about enlightenment. There were nearly two thousand lay monks in the Shaolin Temple, and they all knew their names one by one.
Dharma name.
"Master Yuanji, this incident happened in your Prajna Hall, what are you going to do?" Liao Jie asked.
Yuan Ji seemed to have a troubled expression on his face, but he still replied: "Abbott, I think the law is not strict and the order is difficult to implement. I suggest that the law be rectified."
Liaojie nodded and said: "Liaochan's first seat, this Shunfeng will be handed over to the Discipline Academy."
Liao Chan put his hands together and said, "Yes."
Qiao Zhenyue looked at a few people and murmured in his heart: "It seems that the dispute between Shaolin's orthodoxy and secularity may not be at the top, but among the disciples below. If a war breaks out in Baiyun Villa in the future, these Shaolin
Will the disciples be of the same mind?" Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a hint of worry in his heart.
Indeed, as Qiao Zhenyue thought, Master Lingjie has absolute prestige in this Shaolin Temple. Although he indulged the lay monks in various ways, he also gained the support of Yuanji, the leader of the lay monks. Although the other top monks were loyal to the lay monks,
The monk had some complaints, but he also knew in his heart that the Shaolin Temple, as the leader of Zen Buddhism in the world, was in charge of the land around Mount Song and the temples around the world, and all things could not be done without the support of lay monks.
It seems to have become the default rule for monks in Shaoshan temples that orthodox monks abide by the pure rules and precepts, while lay monks do not. But this has inadvertently aggravated the split between the orthodox and secular factions. The orthodox monks regard themselves as noble and disdain the company of lay monks, while the lay monks
Being squeezed out by the orthodox monks, they could only stick together, and the rift between the two factions became deeper and deeper.
"It's a joke for Gang Leader Qiao." Liao Jie said with a bitter smile. In his life, he was proud of all directions when he was young. He relied on his martial arts talent to find a new way to create "Ku Rong Gong" and became the leader of Shaolin martial arts. In middle age, he became the abbot of Shaolin.
With his own energy, Shaolin became one of the best sects in the world. Later, he was elected as the leader of the Jianghu Alliance to liaise with various sects, and the unity of all parties created the first ten years of peace in the world." After a few days of business, Qingshan lost slightly.
As majestic as they are, the rivers are also majestic. "This was once a phrase he often chanted when he was in his prime. But now in his twilight years, heroes have grown old and their pride has become empty. The series of changes he carried out boldly have created the world of Zen Buddhism.
Shaolin has also created Shaolin, a place where the formal and the secular are in opposition. Just like the "Ku Rong Gong" he practiced, one wither and one with glory can never achieve both wither and glory.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at the wry smile of Liao Jie, and couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. Rumors about Master Liao Jie when he was young were widely circulated in the world. Everyone knew that he was a saintly monk with a bodhisattva heart, a chivalrous and courageous monk, and a cheerful and kind man.
Qiu's chivalrous monk, but a hero like Master Jiejie, will also suffer from human affairs and be trapped by worldly affairs.
"Let's go back to the dining room to eat. We have prepared so much food today and it will be wasted if we don't eat it," Liao Jie said.
Qiao Zhenyue nodded, and the other leaders also nodded, and followed Jie towards the dining room. Although they had no intention of eating, since the abbot had said it, they could not lose face.
This meal is indeed as Luo Jie said, very sumptuous. The fire-headed monks cooked it carefully and used fresh vegetables. It can be said that it is full of color, flavor and flavor. But even so, everyone tastes like chewing wax in their mouths.
They don't know the taste. They just swallow it mechanically so as not to waste it and to meet their body's need for survival.
"Abbott, should we set up a separate dining room for lay monks to reduce contact with lay monks?" Liao Chan asked.
Liao Jie shook his head: "The difference between the formal and the secular is already like this. If we divide the dining room again, the rift between the two factions will probably be even deeper."
Hearing what the abbot said, Yuanji on the side said: "Don't worry, abbot, I will definitely establish good rules for the lay monks."
After receiving the precepts, he shook his head: "Junior brother Yuanji, you are too strict in using the precepts. This is not a long-term solution." After saying this, he looked at Qiao Zhenyue again, hoping to hear something from the leader of the best gang in the world.
some experience.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at Jie's eyes and was stunned for a moment. A mouthful of rice stopped in his mouth, and he didn't know whether to swallow it or what.
"Gang Leader Qiao has a gang of 100,000 people spanning five countries. I wonder what clever tricks Gang Leader Qiao uses to control his disciples?" Liao Jie asked.
Qiao Zhenyue chuckled and said: "I don't have any clever tricks. I just let them do their own thing. If they do well, they will be rewarded. If they do not do well, they will be punished."
After listening to what Qiao Zhenyue said, Liao Jie smiled and realized that he didn't do this himself: the orthodox monks practice Buddhism and the lay monks take care of worldly affairs. Neither of them exceeds the rules, but how come Shaolin...
Just when he was distressed, a monk ran in in a panic and shouted: "Abbott, there is a thief in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"
