After reciting a sentence, Zen Master Mo Yun picked up his pen and wrote a line of Sanskrit on Wang Xu's back.
"Mohe, Mu Na Luo, Mani, Bo Na Mo, Ruvuluo..."
Zen Master Mo Yun wrote faster and faster, mumbling words even more in his mouth. Unless the gold paint was used up to stain the pen, there would be no pause at all.
Wang Xu sat on a chair, with his back naked, listening to the old monk talking to himself.
The old monk sang in Sanskrit. He could not understand a word of it, but he could feel the vastness and solemnity of this scripture from the tone and artistic conception.
Pieces of Sanskrit the size of fingernails were neatly written on Wang Xu's back. With each stroke, a warm current rose from the bottom of his heart.
Ten minutes later, Zen Master Mo Yun finished his last stroke, and the entire sutra suddenly flashed with golden light, which flashed nine times before disappearing.
"Hoo!" Wang Xu opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black energy.
The black air hit the datura flower next to the chair, and the flower instantly corroded and withered, as if someone had poured sulfuric acid on it.
"Master, the medicinal bath is ready." Wenfa trotted in and said respectfully.
Zen Master Mo Yun nodded slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, waved his hand feebly and said: "Take this donor to take a medicinal bath."
Wang Xu stood up from his chair and looked at Zen Master Mo Yun.
It was not as if Zen Master Mo Yun was writing on his back, but rather as if he had been working hard all day. Not only was his face pale, his lips blue, and his hands were shaking.
"Thank you, Master." Seeing Zen Master Mo Yun's excessive consumption, Wang Xu clasped his hands together and said sincerely.
Zen Master Mo Yun shook his head slightly and whispered: "Today's cause will be tomorrow's result. This poor monk does not have enough Dharma conditions in this life to achieve Arhat status. He can only look forward to the next life. The first time I see you, this poor monk will count you.
I am destined, and my misfortunes and opportunities should be yours."
"Disaster, opportunity?" Wang Xu frowned slightly, not understanding what Zen Master Mo Yun wanted to say.
"The time has not yet come. You will know when it comes." Zen Master Mo Yun closed his eyes and rested, not saying anything more.
Wang Xu hesitated to speak, suppressing the questions in his heart, and followed Wenfa out of the abbot's room and went to the courtyard outside.
In the courtyard, it was already dark, and a large vat was placed not far away, steaming from it.
Wenfa was a monk in his twenties. He first saluted Wang Xu with his hands together, and then said: "Donor, the medicinal bath is ready. You'd better get down quickly."
"Did your master tell you about the disaster?" Wang Xu turned over and jumped into the vat and asked Wenfa.
After listening to the Dharma, he looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart. He replied: "Master once said that he did too many evil things in his previous life. Although he has done good deeds and accumulated merit in this life, it is not enough to offset one or two tenths of it. He is destined to be unable to achieve positive results in this life.
, I can only use this life to promise the next life."
"The power of fate, hope for three lives!" Wang Xu was shocked. Buddhism has various magical powers, among which the power of fate can see through the cycle of life and death.
Unexpectedly, Zen Master Mo Yun, who was inconspicuous and impeccable, actually cultivated the power of destiny.
You must know that people who have cultivated the power of destiny can be called living Buddhas in the secular world, because they can predict the past and next lives, and even tell their disciples in advance where to find their reincarnation before passing away.
Among the six magical powers of Buddhism, the power of destiny is second only to the power of leakage.
People who can realize destiny are without exception eminent monks and great virtues. These people use reincarnation to confirm their own Dharma. Once they achieve enlightenment, coupled with their previous accumulation, the best among them can even transcend the Arhat status and directly obtain it.
Attain the status of Bodhisattva.
In response to Wang Xu's surprise, the monk smiled and said nothing. For people like them, being able to listen to Zen Master Mo Yun's lectures was also a kind of chance.
In the future, if Zen Master Mo Yun attains the status of Bodhisattva, he may not be able to lead them out of the sea of suffering. From then on, the wonderful Dharma will move towards the west and hide in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
"Donor, it's already very late today. I'll come back to see you early tomorrow morning." After hearing the Dharma, he lowered his head and left. In the empty courtyard, only Wang Xu and the sound of frogs were left.
Wang Xu lay in the big tub, just like in a bathhouse, rubbing here and there, killing time with nothing to do.
Time passes minute by minute, the lights gradually go out, the frogs' croaking fades away, and the moon goes by and the day comes, and the night comes.
At dawn, Wang Xu woke up from the vat. He tilted his head and looked at the wound on his shoulder. He found that the area around the wound was red and there were no traces of injury.
"My Golden Buddha Holding Jade Kung Fu is a fusion of hard qigong. It has a miraculous effect on repairing injuries. Without the hindrance of corpse poison, this injury is like drizzle to me." Wang Xu crawled out of the vat.
After the infuriating energy circulates for a week, the wet clothes will be dried immediately.
Wang Xu took out another coat from the space ring and put it on. He glanced at the closed door of the Zen room and started boxing in the yard.
After practicing a set of Xingyiquan, my muscles and bones were stretched, and a bright light rose in the east.
I don't know if I was awakened by the sound of Wang Xu's punching, or because Zen Master Mo Yun usually got up very early, but almost as the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the door of the Zen room opened in response.
"Amitabha, when I see that the benefactor is alive and well, the poor monk will feel relieved."
Zen Master Mo Yun put on his white clothes again, resumed his poor appearance, and greeted Wang Xu with a smile.
Wang Xu withdrew his fist and stood up, spitting out a stream of white mist from his mouth, cutting off a dead branch three steps away, and then said: "Master, where are your cassock and Zen staff?"
"The poor monk is going out to beg for alms today. He doesn't need a cassock or a Zen staff." Zen Master Mo Yun's face was filled with compassion, and he didn't blush at all for himself.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Master, you are wearing a precious cassock and holding a golden Zen staff. Are you afraid that you will not be able to achieve good fortune?"
"That's good, that's good." Zen Master Mo Yun smiled but said nothing, everything was in silence.
This is also true. How can a beggar who drives a Mercedes-Benz and uses an iPhone get money from passers-by?
When begging for alms, you must act like one. Regardless of whether you ate seafood or slept in a club last night, as soon as you take up your job, you will immediately become a monk with no wealth.
Things like taking a salary of two to three thousand and giving rewards to anchors who earn a million a month do not exist for monks. After all, monks are not courtesans in brothels, and they are not that popular.
In Wang Xu's view, the real alms masters should be modern anchors and ancient brothel oirans.
Their every move and smile can attract the attention of countless bees and butterflies, and they can even sleep with their male fans when they have nothing to do. This little life is so comfortable.
"Donor, I've written a prescription for you. You go back and boil it for a few times. In three to five days, all the corpse poison should be gone." Zen Master Mo Yun took out a prescription from his sleeve and warned: "
You must drink it, you may seem to have recovered from your injuries, but in fact there are still residual poisons that have not been cleared away, so you cannot be considered recovered.”
Wang Xu took the prescription. He would definitely not make fun of his own body. He nodded and said, "Thank you very much, master. Later I will ask Jin Yiwei to send a thousand taels of gold to master, and also express my sincerity for the porridge."
"No, you and I have another fate. If you give me money, this fate will be broken. It's not good for you or me." Zen Master Mo Yun stopped and walked past Wang Xu with the Buddha's name hanging high:
"Namo Sakyamuni Buddha..."
Seeing Zen Master Mo Yun's nagging expression, Wang Xu wanted to punch him in the face.
Everyone is a big-tailed wolf, why are you pretending to be a husky? Do you pretend to be like one?
Not to mention, it is indeed very similar. Wang Xu touched his chin. If he hadn't known that monks were all following this trick, he would have almost believed it.
"The old monk has become a master of destiny. He can see the cycle of life and death and his own destiny. It will not be a good thing to be involved with him. It seems that things are going wrong for everyone, so we should not contact him again in the future."
Wang Xu glanced at the direction where Zen Master Mo Yun disappeared, jumped up into the sky, and disappeared under the ray of morning sun.