Hu Xiaotian finally got his wish and entered the Sutra Pavilion. Tongjing took him to the gate of the Sutra Pavilion, but he did not go inside. The person responsible for guiding him was actually the monk Mingjing. Hu Xiaotian used to think that the white cloth that emerged from the mud was unstained.
Lotus refers to a woman. It can be seen that only after seeing Ming Jing did he realize that men can also be described in this way. Ming Jing's dress is no different from other monks in Tianlong Temple, but wearing the same monk's robes shows a spotless and extraordinary demeanor.
, it seems that temperament determines everything after all, and people are judged by comparison after all.
Especially when Ming Jing stands together with his fellow disciples, Ming Jing stands out even more compared to the other two.
While admiring it, Hu Xiaotian also believed that Ming Jing’s cultivation level was not yet high, and that the true highest state should be to return to nature and be restrained. For example, the Master Yuanmu he had seen before looked like an ordinary old monk. Who knew he was actually there?
Tianlong Temple has such a high status. Take me as another example. Others think that I am a cynical gangster. Who would have thought that I am also a master with special skills now.
Hu Xiaotian shouldn't feel too good about himself now, so he happily came to Ming Jing: "Brother Ming Jing!"
Ming Jing smiled calmly: "Hello, Donor Hu!" Such a response is tantamount to telling Hu Xiaotian that I can't afford to be called your senior brother. We don't have such a friendship, so don't get too close to me.
Hu Xiaotian disagreed. He put his hands behind his back and looked around leisurely. He could see the courtyard where the Sutra Pavilion was located very clearly in broad daylight. His first impression was that there shouldn't be much change between this place and the markings on the map.
Ming Jing said: "Donor Hu, please come with me."
Hu Xiaotian followed Ming Jing and walked inside. There were many monks standing on both sides of the road leading to the Sutra Pavilion. These monks came here specially to let Hu Xiaotian see clearly whether there was the one he mentioned among them.
The ugly monk with a chicken breast in front and a hunchback in the back. Hu Xiaotian was basically a thief and he pretended to be the ugly monk. Even if he searched through the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he couldn't find it. He memorized it as he walked. He already knew the map by heart.
When you see real scenes, you will naturally compare them with each other.
Now I walked around the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and saw many monks working in the open space in the middle. They moved the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion out to dry in the sun. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has a rich collection of books, so the books
Maintenance and revision are also very important. You can see such a scene almost every sunny day.
Hu Xiaotian walked slowly around the book-drying place, his eyes passing over the faces of the monks one by one, as if he was paying attention to whether there were any suspects among them, but his mind kept printing the difference between the map and the real scene. The map of the book-drying place
There is no one on it, it should have been installed later.
Walking past the book drying ground is the Errata Pavilion. There are dozens of monks inside who are busy checking and copying errata, transcribing and copying some Buddhist classics that have been around for many years. It is the hard work of these monks that makes Buddhist classics available.
It will continue to be passed down and will not be lost in the long river of history.
Ming Jing accompanied Hu Xiaotian around the courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion for more than half an hour, and asked calmly: "Has Donor Hu discovered any suspicious people?"
Hu Xiaotian shook his head and pointed to the main building of the Library Pavilion. This nine-story building is the center of the Library Pavilion. Hu Xiaotian said: "I haven't seen it here yet."
Ming Jing seemed to have expected that Hu Xiaotian would make such a request. He whispered: "Donor Hu, please wait a moment." He walked to the door, grabbed the copper bell and shook it gently.
Accompanied by the clear ringing of copper bells, the Tibetan gate opened and thirty-six monks filed out.
Ming Jing said: "These thirty-six monks are usually stationed in Tibetan. Donor Hu, please take a closer look. Is there the one you mentioned among them?" Hu Xiaotian looked up and then shook his head. Of course there was none.
Hu Xiaotian said: "I'm afraid there are more than just these monks in Zangnei?"
Ming Jing said: "There are still seven people. Even if the abbot comes personally, they will not leave Tibet. These seven poor monks can guarantee them and will never be involved in sneaking into Puxian Yuan."
Hu Xiaotian sneered: "Are you here to vouch for it? What qualifications do you have to vouch for it?"
Ming Jing was not angry because of Hu Xiaotian's words. He smiled and said: "Although the poor monk is not qualified, I believe that the abbot will vouch for them. Is there anything else that Donor Hu is dissatisfied with?"
Hu Xiaotian shook his head and said: "Not satisfied, of course not satisfied, hearing is false and seeing is true. How can I believe everything if I don't witness it with my own eyes?"
Ming Jing said: "Donor Hu, even if he doesn't trust the poor monk, he should still trust the abbot."
Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "I am not familiar with the abbot. I don't know who he is."
Ming Jing said: "Donor Hu doesn't want to leave Tianlong Temple now, right?"
Hu Xiaotian originally wanted to make a fuss about this matter and attack Tianlong Temple, thereby rejecting Tianlong Temple's request to let him leave. Unexpectedly, just as he launched the attack, he was already seen through by the mirror. Although this monk was young, his mind was extremely outstanding and he had already understood.
For his own purpose, Hu Xiaotian chuckled and said: "If I can't leave, I need to listen to your majesty. You think so much of me, don't you want someone to protect your majesty?" He pointed and said, "If you can't see a few of them,
Master, how can I be sure that the monk is hiding in this cave?"
Ming Jing said: "Donor Hu is just afraid that the drunkard's intentions are not in the bar?"
Hu Xiaotian looked at Ming Jing with great interest, and Ming Jing looked at him calmly. The two argued for a while, and Hu Xiaotian took the lead and laughed: "Shouldn't a monk be kind to others? Why do you always think the worst of others? It's not like being so suspicious at all.
He is a monk."
Ming Jing said: "Monks are kind to others, but it does not mean that they are allowed to be manipulated by others. Tianlong Temple has the rules of Tianlong Temple, monks have the dignity of monks, and the three realms and five elements each have their own boundaries. If you do not follow the rules and exceed the boundaries, you will be afraid of harm to others.
It won't do you any good." He refused to give in, his words full of warning.
Hu Xiaotian became more and more interested in Ming Jing. He smiled and said: "It seems that Master Ming Jing has not heard of the story of cutting meat to feed eagles."
Ming Jing said calmly: "The poor monk is not the Buddha, and the donor is not a flying eagle. How can we compare them with each other?"
Hu Xiaotian said: "The three realms and five elements each have their own territory. It seems that in the heart of the Buddha, all living beings are not equal."
Ming Jing smiled and said: "In fact, everyone can become a Buddha, so why should donors belittle themselves?"
"Buddhas and demons are just one thought away. If you don't have evil thoughts in your hearts, why would you doubt the motives of others? If you are calm in your hearts, why don't you dare to let me meet them? Since everyone can become a Buddha, everyone can also become a Buddha.
That flying eagle wants to eat meat, who among you and me is the Buddha and who is the eagle, who can tell clearly?"
Ming Jing was stunned by Hu Xiaotian's words. After a while, he sighed and said, "The benefactor of the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion should not come again in the future."
Hu Xiaotian's trip was fruitful. Although he failed to enter Tibet as he wished, he found out the number of people in Tibet and had a clear understanding of the architectural layout in the courtyard of Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
After leaving the Sutra Pavilion, he saw Tongjing and the young novice monk waiting for him outside. Tongjing said: "Have you found the donor?"
Hu Xiaotian shook his head.
Tongjing said: "The poor monk sent the donor away."
Hu Xiaotian said: "You don't need to send me away, I will leave when it's time to leave."
Tongjing was stunned: "Didn't the donor just agree..."
Hu Xiaotian said: "I regret it now!"
"But how can the Pure Land of Buddhism go back on its word?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled disdainfully and said: "I am not a disciple of Buddhism. If I want to regret, I will regret. If I want to lie, I will lie. If I want to drink, I will drink. If I want to drink, I will drink. If I want to eat meat, I will eat meat. If I want to play with women, I will play with women. At worst, I will anger the Buddha and punish me.
What are you doing again?"
"You..." Tongjing was choked by him and was speechless.
Hu Xiaotian said: "I really can't stand you monks. You are clearly outside the Three Realms and are not among the Five Elements, but you still care about so many worldly affairs. If you didn't want us to come, you should have rejected the Emperor in the first place. Why do you have to compromise? It's not in your heart.
Are you afraid that the emperor will be powerful? All living beings are equal before the Buddha? If a beggar came to offer incense and worship the Buddha, how would you give him such a grand reception?
The little novice monk secretly looked at Tongjing and found that Tongjing's old face was red and his mouth was opening and closing, but he was speechless.
Hu Xiaotian said: "You can't even hold a bowl of water in your heart. You talk and do self-deceptive things all day long. Do you really think that the Buddha can't see it? Do you know why you can't achieve righteousness after practicing?
?It’s because you are too hypocritical.”
"Donor...you...you..." Tongjing just barely managed to escape his anger.
Hu Xiaotian waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I won't tell you. If the abbot wants me to leave, let the abbot come and drive me away in person. It's best to drive me away as well. Do you think I want to stay here? What if?
If it wasn't to protect the emperor, I would have left a long time ago, and it would be better for me to suffer the cowardice of you monks." After Hu Xiaotian said that, he turned around and left, with long strides and fluttering sleeves.
Tongjing looked at his back. It took a long time to feel the calmness in her heart. She breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "I'm so angry..."
The young novice reminded him: "Master, didn't you say that anger is a taboo in Buddhism..."
Tongjing raised his hand and shined a mark on the little novice's bald head: "Nie Zhan, do you need to remind me?"
The little novice monk touched his head, flattened his mouth, and his eyes were red with grievance. He thought to himself that what the donor Hu said seemed to be right, but the master was indeed very hypocritical sometimes.
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