"Old monk, you clean this temple day after day, what kind of Zen are you practicing? What kind of Buddha are you reciting? You are watching two thieves treating this place as the back garden of your home without taking any action to stop them.
Doesn’t this mean that you have turned a deaf ear to the rules of your Shaolin Temple?”
"Amitabha. What the poor monk is not cultivating is Zen, he is cultivating himself; what he is reciting is not the Buddha but the various flavors of the world. This golden pavilion is not guarded by the poor monk. What does the poor monk have to do with it, whether he is a thief or not?"
"Okay. Why don't you just say that you don't believe in Buddhism and only believe in yourself? I see, you just look like a monk, but at heart you are a layman."
"Isn't it the same with donors? They laugh and joke, but they never take anyone seriously."
In a sutra building, Xue Wusuan stood beside an old monk sweeping the floor with his hands behind his back, talking and laughing.
A month ago, Xue Wusuan suddenly arrived at the Shaolin Temple on a whim. Instead of disturbing the group of monks, he sneaked directly into the Sutra Pavilion. Looking at the tens of thousands of books here, there was not much smile on his face. Now the things here are not good for him.
It doesn't mean much anymore. If you collect it and take it away, it will just be used as a foundation for the Shennong Gang to benefit the gang members. Naturally, there is another purpose for coming here.
Looking for a person. Looking for an old monk who has been hiding in Shaolin for an unknown number of years with no past and no trace.
When we first met, the old monk was cleaning the flower garden behind the Sutra Pavilion. He was not surprised at all when he saw Xue Wusuan. The whole person looked extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water.
This monk is not simple. He is clearly right in front of you, but his aura seems to be there or not. He has an inexplicable sense of harmony with everything around him.
This is a temperament unique to Xiantian realm warriors. The half-step innate Tianshan child elder also has it, but it is far less powerful than this monk.
Xue Wusuan refused to leave, and found that the monk was very talkative and spoke a lot. He was curious and stayed there for a month.
The old monk was very different from everyone he had ever met before. His experience was truly bizarre.
The old monk himself said that he was not in the Shaolin Temple before he was thirty years old. At that time, he was a robber, a vicious robber with cruel methods. He only wanted money and ignored right and wrong. He did all kinds of bad things.
After he turned thirty, he entered the world of martial arts, but he also cheated and cheated, and he didn't have a good reputation.
When he was forty years old, he got into a difficult situation, so he had no choice but to hide in Shaolin and became a sweeping monk. By chance, he was assigned to clean the Sutra Pavilion.
He studied secretly while cleaning, thinking that when he completed his studies, he would return to the martial arts world to avenge his hatred. Another twenty years passed. All Shaolin martial arts were engraved in his heart. In another ten years, he would master the martial arts and reach its peak. After being obsessed with martial arts for thirty years, let
This sweeping monk has forgotten all the troubles and grievances in the past. In another twenty years, all the martial arts in Shaolin have been drilled through, crushed, crushed, and finally integrated into one. At this point, he knows that he has stepped into
He entered a new realm. It was not until he met Xue Wusuan twenty years later that he learned that this realm was called "Xiantian".
Since ten years ago, men in black will come to the Sutra Pavilion every ten days. One is tall and the other is thin. Sometimes the two sneak in separately, and sometimes they meet again. Whenever they meet, they will fight, but
And no one could do anything to anyone. But the old monk just stood in the darkness, watching all this for more than ten years.
After Xue Wusuan arrived, there were only two people watching the show in the dark.
"Old monk, every time you put a Buddhist scripture next to the martial arts secret book for them, do you think they will read it? After reading it, they can resolve the hostility in martial arts? Don't you think this idea is funny?"
"I don't think the poor monk was able to get rid of his anger by relying on Buddhist scriptures. Otherwise, I don't know how many murders he would have committed now."
"Bullshit! Qi comes from the heart, and there is evil in the heart. It doesn't matter how many Buddhist scriptures you read. As for you, do you really think your anger is gone? You are just obsessed with martial arts, and you hide in this place, so you have less anger.
He just lurked secretly in response to the stimulation from the outside world. It has nothing to do with your Dharma at all!"
"The donor's words are wrong. The usefulness of Buddhism is..."
"Okay! Don't say this to me again! If you say another word, I will burn this temple down!"
The old monk is not afraid of being beaten, nor is he afraid of the talisman of life and death, nor is he even afraid of having his martial arts skills ruined. He is really not afraid. Only this Shaolin Temple is regarded as his "home" and he is reluctant to be burned down by Xue Wusuan.
The old monk smiled and said nothing.
"Dong dong dong!"
The sound of bells rang, ringing the day's morning classes. Thousands of monks came out of their respective houses, with pious expressions, and lined up with hands clasped together to the Mahavira Hall to begin the day's practice.
Xue Wusuan followed the sweeping monk and attended every morning class this month. However, he listened on the rooftop, and he listened while drinking.
After listening to it in January, although I can’t say that I have any feelings, I still understand a lot about some Buddhist opinions. Generally speaking, it is relatively positive. However, Xue Wusuan does not agree with it. Cutting off love and desire is not the same as
It is contrary to the laws of nature, it is not Tao, and it is not natural. If he practices like this, Xue Wusuan does not understand how those legendary "Buddhas" can transcend the outside world.
How can we save all sentient beings if we still don’t understand all aspects of life?
On this day, the bells in the temple were ringing continuously, and it was not the time for classes to start. I asked the old monk why it was like this. He said that the bells were ringing only when there were distinguished guests visiting the temple as a sign of solemnity.
Out of curiosity, Xue Wusuan sneaked to the roof of the main hall. He lifted up a tile and took a look, and then he realized that the so-called distinguished guest was actually the Tubo State Master Jiumozhi, known as the Great Wheel Ming King.
Speaking of this, I have met this Fanbang monk Xue Wu several times. The first time was at Tianlong Temple, and the second time was at Leigu Mountain. He is a very scheming monk. He is also a martial arts fanatic. The only shortcoming is greed.
A little heavier.
In addition to Jiumozhi, Xue Wusuan also saw an acquaintance, the young monk Xu Zhu. He thought in his mind that Xu Zhu should have ended his chance to change his destiny. Looking carefully, Xu Zhu had a band on his thumb.
He was holding a jade ring, which was the token of the leader of Xiaoyao Sect. When he was at Leigu Mountain that day, Xue Wusuan saw with his own eyes that Wu Yazi gave it to Xu Zhu. If he did not take it with him, it means that this young monk should have accepted it.
His own identity, but he just doesn’t know why he wants to return to Shaolin. Is it because he still has some concerns about his Buddha?
In the main hall below, Jiumozhi was showing off arrogantly. He used the small Wuxiang Kung Fu to activate the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, which made all the Shaolin monks stunned. They really thought that his martial arts was being practiced by others.
They reached the essence, but they couldn't figure it out, and everyone looked ashamed.
I don’t know what Jiumozhi was thinking, but he insisted that the Shaolin Temple’s stunts came from outside the region and originated in Tubo. After seeing that his fake seventy-two stunts convinced a group of Shaolin monks, he actually threatened that Shaolin had changed these martial arts.
The word "Jue" must be removed from the name of the school. This is not only a slap in the face, but also destroys the reputation of Shaolin.
Xue Wusuan curled his lips when he saw it. If it were him, how could he allow Jiumozhi to be so proud? More than a thousand monks had already swarmed up and tore Jiumozhi alive. How dare he come and slap him in the face? I don't know where he got the courage.
But things are so weird. The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Monk Xuanci, is actually ready to admit defeat.