Chapter 88 The peacock flies southeast, the wonderful appearance is solemn
Xu Ranxue and Tulu had a meaningless conversation, and Lu Zhengkang took the opportunity to give the spirited scholar a breath of inner energy and help him warm up his body so that he would not get sick.
The monk who was arguing with the scholar was named Juechou. He was a middle-aged man with a goatee. He was rebellious and unruly in nature. He was still young and liked to use his words. He had never lost a fight with his fellow disciples. Today he met his opponent.
One of them talked about Buddhism and the other was a Taoist. After all, Xu Ranxue was a scholar and had rich knowledge. From time to time, he would refute a few famous quotes from Confucian scholars, which soon made the bald donkey roll his eyes and become speechless.
"Okay! You sour scholar, now that the imperial court is gone, what's the use of studying for you!" Juechou shouted, and then laughed.
Hearing these words, Xu Ranxue's face suddenly turned red. He was so angry that his lips trembled. He pointed a trembling finger at the monk. He held it in for a long time without uttering a single word. Finally, he took a few deep breaths and said,
He cursed: "Bald donkey! Thief, bald donkey! It's an insult to elegance! It's an insult to elegance!" He opened the door angrily and left.
Juechou sighed comfortably, and then bowed to Lu Zhengkang as if taking credit, "Buddha, I scolded that kid for you, let's see if he dares to be so arrogant in the future!"
Lu Zhengkang patted the frightened children around him and cast a sidelong glance at the evil monk, "Until the troubles are purified, the thief will not die."
When Jue Chou heard this, his face turned pale with fright. Before he could refute, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by a strong man like an iron tower behind him.
"I feel sad but I am making the Buddha laugh. This poor monk should discipline him!" The visitor is the Shaolin elder Zen Master Zi Ni. His skin is pale golden, he is tall and long, and he is holding a seven-foot-long sword.
Feeling sad is like carrying a little chicken.
"Uncle Zi Ni! My nephew has realized his mistake." Juechou's scream was elongated and soon disappeared in the pine forest outside the courtyard.
Don’t these monks need to stay in the temple now?
Lu Zhengkang was deeply impressed by the strict protection of Shaolin Temple.
Nowadays, it is really difficult for even flies to enter the Yigu Villa. Mosquitoes have been killed by these monks with their internal strength. They absolutely dare not let these evil things harm the Buddha.
Such behavior actually deviates from Buddhism, but how many eminent monks can sweep the floor without harming the lives of ants? Persuasion is useless. Lu Zhengkang did not express his opinion on this because he was afraid of being over-interpreted by these monks and creating a nest of rats.
It would be fun for him to play with ants, bugs and snakes.
Time passed by in a hurry, and soon it was the end of June. Xu Ranxue did not come to teach for twelve whole days. Finally, Zen Master Zi Ni took Juechou to his house to plead guilty, which allowed this upright scholar to relieve his anger.
, the sound of reading loudly echoed between the beams and couches again.
The expansion of Yigu Villa is about to be completed, and several more children have come one after another into the nearly twice as spacious wing. The oldest is only two years old, and the youngest is less than a month old.
Surprisingly, Sun Lizhai, who was previously treated by Lu Zhengkang, seemed to have recovered. Not only did she grow taller, but her mind seemed to also begin to develop rapidly. She often asked her mother, Sun Wang, to take her to play with Lu Zhengkang in the courtyard, and she gradually became a
A new member of the other house.
Compared with other children, Sun Lizhai is the oldest after all, and is very sensible. Every time Xu Ranxue reads, she follows along, little by little, from understanding the meaning to understanding, she learns faster and faster, and even
He was able to ask some reasonable questions, which showed that he had his own thinking, and the smile on Mr. Xu’s face became more and more day by day.
He said to Lu Zhengkang: "You little Bodhisattva, you are giving your spiritual wisdom to other children. Aren't you afraid that you will become stupid?" It turned out that he also realized that the children in Yigu Villa were generally a bit talented, and gradually
Yes, Xu Ranxue has accepted what the monks said about the Buddha.
Lu Zhengkang said with a smile: "Wisdom is not water. If you divide it out, there will be less. Wisdom is like light. Lighting a candle will make it brighter."
Xu Ranxue shook his head and nodded again, "You compare yourself to fire, how angry you are!"
"Burn the lamp, burn the lamp, there is no lamp, how can there be fire?"
"You know how to meditate at such a young age! It's useless to tell me this." Xu Ranxue shook his head, turned his back, and continued reading.
"The peacock flies southeast and lingers for five miles. Thirteen can weave textiles, and fourteen can learn to tailor clothes..."
What he was reciting was "The Peacock Flying Southeast", the first long poem of the Han Dynasty Yuefu.
Lu Zhengkang smiled and listened to the poem, leisurely and fascinated.
The peacocks are flying, the mandarin ducks are scattered, and the twin trees beside the garden are difficult to connect and manage.
Love, the world, and the human heart are all silhouettes of the world of mortals.
Lu Zhengkang was in a trance and saw a gorgeous bead net, swinging and swaying, and endless brilliance was emitted from each orb. It seemed that there were various forms of life and the reincarnation of vegetation.
It is Indra's Net.
There is a solemn and perfect existence looming in the void behind this big net, which is Lu Zhengkang's Sambhogakaya.
Uncover this web.
After Lu Zhengkang had this idea, a corner of the curtain net suddenly lifted up, and a golden river surged out, drowning his sight.
Lu Zhengkang felt a violent shock, and then the scene in front of him disappeared.
When I opened my eyes, the summer sunshine was clear and translucent, the air was dry and hot, and there was a layer of moisture. Cicadas began to sing softly, and the weeping willows by the pond in the courtyard flapped their branches in the wind, making a slight sound.
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and looked at his palm carefully, as if it was a treasure.
Xu Ranxue glanced at him and continued to recite poetry.
"Plant pines and cypresses to the east and west, and sycamores to the left and right. The branches cover each other, and the leaves communicate with each other..."
This form seems illusory and transparent.
There is a perfect ball of air stirring under the skin.
Lu Zhengkang felt anxious, but there was no reason for this emotion.
It was as if his body was telling something, but his soul was deaf.
The existence behind Indra's net, the rushing golden river of light...
Lu Zhengkang's eyes moved around, and then locked on the antlers.
The skinny antlers glowed with little bits of transparent white light, converging into a small white deer, running and jumping between the beds.
Lu Zhengkang's eyes chased the white deer, watching it kicking on the children's bodies, barking on top of Sun Lizhai's head, jumping on Xu Ranxue's shoulders, lowering his head to nibble on his collar, suddenly turning around, and leaping high
, stepping out of thin air, getting bigger and farther, rushing out of the house, rushing into the sky, flying into the sea of flowers in the sky, it is traveling, the stars are accompanying it, the morning glow is the tassel on its head, and the neon lights after the rain.
The rainbow is a quilt, the moonlight is transformed into a pearl, his footsteps make ripples all over the sky, and its neighing sound is deafening...
Suddenly, it met Lu Zhengkang's eyes.
Those eyes were wet, as if there was infinite affection.
It rushed over, cut through the sky, and landed between Lu Zhengkang's eyebrows.
…
"Buddha! Look at the Buddha!" A monk with a loud voice saw the incredible scene and shouted. Before he finished speaking, the entire Songshan Mountain seemed to tremble. A violent air flow rushed up from the Main Hall, and a dazzling golden light
The lightning shot out from the main gate and reached the other courtyard in an instant. After landing, the light converged, revealing an old monk with a gray beard, who was the abbot Zixing Zen Master.
"How is the Buddha?" the abbot asked word by word. His face seemed to be burning with a layer of terrifying light, like the angry glare of a god, making people afraid to look at him.
The roaring monk was pointing at Lu Zhengkang in the room with excitement, "Abbott! Look at the Buddha! This is a wonderful sign!"
Zen Master Zi Xing looked along his fingers. Suddenly, the anger on his face disappeared and turned into a smile that could not be hidden.
In the small room, the Buddha is wearing a white robe, sitting cross-legged, with his hands in the mudra of fearlessness, his black hair on his head is tied into a bun, white jade antlers sprout on both sides of his forehead, his nose is broad, his lips are full, his eyelashes are long, and his body is fair.
There is a faint light all over the body, just like a sacred deer.