In the abbot's Zen room in the backyard of Qingshou Temple.
"Yes." After doing all this, Wang Xian knelt down and said respectfully: "Master, please have a meal."
"Well." The old monk slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him briefly, then reached out to pick up the bowl and chopsticks, and concentrated on eating. His breakfast was very simple, only a bowl of porridge, a yellow roll, and a small plate.
However, the old monk enjoyed the pickles very much. He stammered for a full quarter of an hour. Yu Jingjing finished the three rice bowls before taking the handkerchief Wang Xian handed him and wiping his mouth. He glanced at him and said, "You
Wasn't this guy kidnapped?"
"If the apprentice is carried away like this, he will be embarrassed by the master." Wang Xian said with a smile.
"You made so much noise, and you still have the nerve to say it." Dao Yan sneered and said, "You are running around as soon as you come back, and you come to me again. What's your intention?"
Wang Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought that this old monk had opened his eyes, and I only entered the city yesterday, okay? Moreover, all actions were very secretive, and even Ji Gang didn't have the ability to detect his whereabouts.
'Could it be that the old monk is deceiving me?' Wang Xian couldn't help but secretly thought, this makes sense. After all, in the current situation, there is no reason for him to come to see the old monk as soon as he comes to Beijing. After all, the old monk is a person who may be of great use, and
For a character that may be useless, you should clear out the chess pieces that are definitely useful first, and then try your luck with him.
These psychology may seem subtle, but in fact, as long as you think about it in another person's shoes, you can't guess it. Thinking about it this way, this old monk has probably seen through himself and is playing tricks on himself to deceive him. Well, let's take it like this, he
He took a deep breath and calmed down. As he put away the dishes, he whispered: "Master, I think something went wrong. As soon as I return to Beijing, I will come to see the master first."
"Why do you look at me?" Dao Yan smiled arrogantly, his face full of wrinkles, which was very ugly. "Does my face look good?"
"Disciple, I miss my master. Come and say hello to me." Wang Xian said with a respectful smile.
"Now that you've accepted your invitation, you can go." The old monk said with a half-smile, obviously seeing through his bad intentions.
"Master..." Wang Xian said with a shy smile: "I have been a disciple for so many years, but I have never served the master properly."
"I've never served you before." The old monk said, "Let's go."
"Disciple hasn't heard the Master teach the Dharma yet." Wang Xian changed his words again: "I want to practice with the Master for a while."
"This is the right thing to do. If you accept but don't teach, I am ashamed to be a teacher." The old monk nodded, as if he recognized Wang Xian's excuse. Before Wang Xian could be happy, he heard him say quietly: "You really want to practice with me?
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"That's...natural." The smile on Wang Xian's face suddenly froze, and he secretly shouted, this old monk must be causing trouble.
"Well, there are three thousand Buddhist dharma, and I only take one practice. Master, do you know what kind of Zen I have practiced?" The old monk's triangular eyes were filled with narrow light.
"Forgive me for your ignorance." Wang Xian said casually: "I don't know anything about Buddhism, so I still ask the master to teach me from the beginning."
"That's not necessary. Buddhist practice is about sudden enlightenment, regardless of the length of time." The old monk smiled and said: "One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, that's what it means.
"It's so profound..." Wang Xianyu laughed and said, "The disciple is trying to gain enlightenment."
"Well, yes, I am very optimistic about you." The old monk smiled and said: "But since you want to practice, you must first be tonsured. Are you willing?"
"Ah..." Wang Xian looked confused: "You still want to shave your head?"
"Why, you don't want to give it up?" The old monk touched his bald head and said, "Practice means cutting off your hair. If you can't even bear to shave your hair, what's the point of practicing?"
"Then...okay." Wang Xian's eyes were red and he said, "My disciple is willing to shave his hair."
"Well, yes, the boy can be taught." The old monk didn't expect that he would agree, so he smiled and said, "Go find Xinyan and get you tonsured, and change into a monk's robe before we talk."
"Yes, Master." Wang Xian bowed and saluted, carrying the food box and pushing out of the Zen room. After closing the door, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. This old monk really couldn't be fooled at all...
In fact, the capital city has a population of one million, and Beizhen Fusi has many strongholds. If Wang Xian wants to stay hidden and safe, there is no need to come to Qingshou Temple. He is here just to drag the old monk down... Such a heavyweight,
If you can stand on the opposite side of the King of Han, even if you only stand on the opposite side of the King of Han symbolically, the encouragement to the prince will be beyond imagination.
Although he hasn't spoken yet, it is obvious that the old monk already knows the reason for his visit, but Wang Xian has also made up his mind to stay even if he is a beggar...
In the treasure hall, Wang Xian knelt in front of the Buddha statue. Xinyan and Zhike monk Xinci stood on one side. On the other side stood two young monks holding trays. One tray held a razor, and the other held a folded razor.
Neat monk robes.
"Have you thought about it?" Xinci couldn't help but remind her in a low voice: "Shaving is not a joke."
"I've thought about it." Wang Xian nodded.
Xinci wanted to persuade him again, but Xinyan gave him a cold look and had to shut up quickly. Xinyan then used a low voice to explain to Wang Xian. After listening, he asked: "Do you have any more questions?"
"Just a question, it seems you don't need any ring scars, right?" Wang Xian asked in a low voice: "I don't think you have any on your heads..."
"No, scarring has nothing to do with my Buddhist teachings. It's just a bad habit started by Meng Yuan."
"Don't want to, don't want to." Wang Xian shook his head and said with a smile: "Senior brother, please tonsure me."
"Okay." Xinyan picked up the razor from the tray. At this time, the Sanskrit music was playing loudly in the palace, and all the monks chanted the holy name of Sakyamuni together. In the sound of this solemn Sanskrit sound, Xinyan beat Wang Xian's hair braid.
He scattered, lifted up a bunch of hair on the top of his head...and then pulled off Wang Xian's entire hair...
"Huh?" Xinyan was stunned immediately, and all the monks were dumbfounded. They all forgot to sing when they looked at Wang Xian, who had turned into short hair.
"Haha..." Wang Xian smiled sheepishly and said, "For some reasons, I have shaved my head before..." He was talking about the time in Mount Wutai, when they all shaved their heads to pretend to be monks. But that time
It happened last winter too. Normally, my hair should have grown into foot-long hair. It can’t be so short...
In fact, once Wang Xian shaved his head, he no longer wanted to have long hair... Men also have long hair, which is the most uncomfortable thing for him in this world. Having long hair on his head makes it stuffy and hot.
, he had to comb his hair and dress up every morning, which made him feel awkward. So after that, Wang Xian always showed off his short hair to others at home or when there were no outsiders. He only wore a wig when going out. Although people around him kept muttering, "Sir,
His hair never seemed to grow long, but no one dared to ask, so he was left to be carefree.
Therefore, it was not difficult for Wang Xian to ask the old monk to be tonsured, because he was only half an inch away from being bald...
"What's going on?" Xinci couldn't help but ask.
"There is nothing in the first place, so how could it cause dust?" Wang Xian said solemnly with his hands clasped together.
"Amitabha." Xinyan and others hurriedly proclaimed the Buddha's name and praised: "Junior brother really has the root of wisdom."
"It has grown a little more, please ask senior brother to shave it." Wang Xian said silently with the burrs on his head.
"Yes." Xinyan was extremely skilled at this. He shaved Wang Xian's head into a bald head with three strokes of the razor.
The young monk handed over the monk's robe again and said seriously: "Junior brother, please go to the back to take a bath and change clothes, and then come back and see you again."
"Yes." Wang Xian took the monk's robe with both hands, followed the young monk to an empty room at the back, kicked the young monk out, and took out all the bottles, cans, chickens and dogs... Although these things were inconspicuous, they were all his
The magic weapon to save life... He just started to take off his clothes, scooped water from a basin and took a simple cold shower. After all, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was a bit cloudy today. He felt chilly when he was naked, and he took a cold shower again, which made him freeze.
I was shivering. I couldn't help cursing secretly, will it kill someone if I prepare some hot water?
But that’s how it is in the monastery, as if not suffering from suffering is not considered spiritual practice...
When Wang Xian appeared in the Main Hall again, he was already a lively young monk. All the monks announced the Buddha's name to him, and Wang Xian returned the salute with his hands clasped. When he saw Dao Yan also appearing in the hall, his heart couldn't help but change.
It was a sinking moment, and I didn’t know what trouble this old monk was going to have.
"Junior brother, the master will personally preside over your next ceremony." I heard Xinci smile and say: "This is a great blessing."
"My disciple is scared." Wang Xian said this sincerely. He was really scared, worried that the old monk didn't know how to correct himself.
The old monk smiled slightly, but he didn't say anything out of the ordinary. He just asked him to make a vow first... The so-called vow is a great wish made by a practitioner before practicing. For example, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva vows not to become a Buddha until the hell is empty. It is a kind of great wish.
Wang Xian naturally did not have such big ambitions, so he made a small wish:
"From today onwards, my disciples make a deep vow to stay away from evil dharma and vow not to reincarnate it; to practice diligently on the holy path, vow not to retreat from laziness; to attain enlightenment; to save all sentient beings. Amitabha Buddha, by the power of his compassionate vow, will realize that I am
Have mercy on me, and be punished by me..."
After he made his vow, Daoyan asked him to bow nine times to his master, Sakyamuni Buddha, three times to the previous masters of the sect, and three times to himself. This was considered as the ceremony was completed.
Wang Xian saw that in the latest portrait of the Patriarch, it was Monk Peng. Although he had heard Zhang Fu mentioned it before, he still couldn't help but take a breath. He secretly thought that these two old monks were indeed from the same origin.
At this time, all the senior brothers came forward to sincerely congratulate, and there were actually gifts... Although they were all rosary beads, scriptures and the like, Wang Xian could clearly feel that they were indeed treating him differently. Although he had treated him as a senior before,
It's commensurate, but it's just a matter of appearance. Until now, I didn't regard him as one of my own.
After the congratulations were completed and the monks returned to their seats, the old monk slowly said: "Since you have vowed to practice spiritual practice and made great aspirations, I have to teach you a method." After a pause, he said, "I asked you before,
Do you know what kind of Zen I have cultivated..."