"Master, what is it?" Wang Xian felt helpless in his heart. Alas, after going around in a circle, he was back to the starting point. But this time, with so many brothers guarding him, he couldn't make jokes anymore, so he had to ask respectfully.
"I practice non-moving meditation." The old monk said calmly: "But because of your young mind, I'm afraid you can't sit still, so you should practice closed-mouth meditation first."
"Shut up... shut up?" Wang Xian was dumbfounded.
"That's right." The old monk nodded and said with a lotus flower: "The reincarnation of life and death of all sentient beings is caused by the three karma of the body, speech, and mind. If these three karma are eliminated, you can quickly gain liberation. Among them, the mouth is the heart.
Door, when the mouth is closed and the heart sinks, when this place is quiet, all things are beautiful; when the mouth is closed, all sounds are victorious; when the heart is sinking, everything is lovely. How can you prove the closed-mouth chant? It is destined in this world that as a human being, there is no sin for being speechless.
Karma? It is said that opening one's mouth is a sin, and meditating with one's mouth closed is exactly when one opens one's mouth to the extreme, and one's mind also has enlightenment. Only then can one practice closed-mouthed meditation. Only by closing one's mouth can one achieve great results."
"Amitabha." All the monks announced the Buddha's name together.
"This..." Wang Xian's mouth could fit a fist. He felt that he had fallen into a den of thieves, and that he had thrown himself into the trap. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, old monk, you are so cruel, in order to prevent me from giving
You caused trouble, but you banned me directly. He asked unwillingly: "Master, my Buddhism really has a method of silent meditation? How come my disciple has never heard of it? Master, please explain it to me..."
"The origin and reason of this closed-mouth meditation is that it is useless to know more, and it is even more useless to want to know more. If you do less verbal karma, your mental karma will increase, and if you want to gain, you will lose. I hope you will think about it carefully," the old monk said with a serious face.
"Amitabha" the monks chanted the Buddha's name again, but Wang Xian always felt that he could see expressions of gloating on their faces.
The old monk told him to shut up and not ask any more questions. Naturally, there was no way to discuss the matter. Wang Xian still didn't give up. Just when he was about to speak, he heard Dao Yan say calmly: "If you find it difficult to insist, just go back."
Well, I don’t blame you for being a teacher..."
Wang Xian made a move to turn around when he heard the old monk say quietly: "I am just my master and disciple, and my fate is over."
This is also called "Don't blame me?" Wang Xian smiled bitterly in his heart, but he has a temper that will never give up until he reaches his goal. He has already turned himself into a monk. If he doesn't drag the old monk into the water, he will really become a laughing stock.
At this time, the young monk presented a wooden sign. The old monk picked it up and handed it to Wang Xianda: "I gave you the Buddhist name Heart Disease. Come and take this sign..."
"Heart, heart...disease?" Wang Xian felt dizzy for a while. Master, are you toying with me like this again? How much hatred do we have?
"Amitabha." Xinyan, who had been silent until now, said: "Congratulations, junior brother. The name given by the master has a Zen meaning. It teaches the junior brother to cut off the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, and then he can achieve the true fruition. This
Only by asking junior fellow apprentices to reflect on themselves all the time can we achieve the great road."
"Okay..." Wang Xian was helpless. Anyway, when people talked about Buddhism, he couldn't argue. Even if he thought the name was not good, he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only accept it. He looked at himself
On the wooden sign in my hand, I found that it did not say 'heart disease' as expected, but 'speechless'. "What, what is going on?"
"You should carry this card with you at all times. When someone wants to talk to you, show it. The other person will naturally know that you are practicing meditation and won't bother talking." Xinyan told him.
"Then what if I want to take the initiative to talk to others?" Wang Xian asked.
"That's breaking the law." Xin Yan said.
"Broken Dharma means failure in practice," the old monk lowered his eyes, clearly hiding his smile and said, "Then the relationship between you and me as master and disciple will be over, you will leave Qingshou Temple immediately, and you will never be able to set foot again."
"Ah" Wang Xian opened his mouth wide and cursed in his heart, you old monk is so cruel, you used this method to silence me.
The old monk glanced at the monks and said: "You all must monitor the heart disease. If anyone dares to cover up, get kicked out of the door together with him."
"Yes, Master." All the monks responded together.
"Wait, I..." Wang Xian said hurriedly.
"The ban on speaking begins from now on." The old monk did not give him a chance to speak. He stood up slowly and said, "If you say another word, you will be deemed to have violated the ban."
"Well..." Wang Xian had no choice but to stop talking, with a look of constipation on his face.
The old monk walked up to Wang Xian and whispered in his ear: "Boy, you have finally become a monk, right?"
Wang Xiancai recalled that when he first became a disciple of the old monk, he wanted to ordain him as a monk. Unexpectedly, several years later, the old man still hadn't forgotten this.
"You're a little too young to fight with me." After whispering the last words and giving him a bad look, the old monk walked away. The other monks also dispersed, leaving behind a dejected Wang Xian.
After a while, Xinci came back and saw that Wang Xian was still there in a daze. He smiled and comforted him: "Actually, all truth comes from your mouth. It's not a bad thing if you can be confident and not talk to others."
Wang Xian gave him a blank look, meaning, if you think it's good, you should also practice this shit, "Shut up and say it, ah"
"Hey, you just get used to it, you get used to it." Xinci smiled and led him out: "Your room has been tidied up, I will take you there."
Wang Xian nodded, followed Xinci out of the main hall, and came to a Zen room in the east courtyard. Xinci smiled and said: "There are few people in our temple and the place where we live is spacious, so we will arrange a single room for you, so as to save the need for people."
I’m disturbing you for your cleaning.”
Wang Xianxin said, "Why don't you bother me? If you don't want me to have too much contact with other monks, just say so." Entering the room, the furnishings were simpler than expected, including a bed, a futon, and a stack of scriptures. Other than that,
, the four walls are empty and there is nothing else.
"The conditions are a little simpler, but for us monks, too many things will hinder our practice." Xinci smiled a little apologetically: "If you need anything, tell me, and I will try my best to help you solve it..." As he said it, he seemed to remember something.
He patted his bald head and said, "Oh, I forgot that you can't speak..."
Wang Xian had no choice but to kick this guy out who was gloating about his misfortune. Xinci jumped out with his butt in his hands and said depressedly: "Isn't it the same reason I haven't seen anyone else all day long that's why I can't hold back so many words?"
, what answered him was the sound of the door closing loudly.
"Hey, I'm so angry." Looking at the closed door, Xinci touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "I really need to practice hard." After saying that, he left with a smile.
In the room, Wang Xian threw himself on the bed, and regardless of what happened, he pulled up the quilt and fell asleep. He hadn't closed his eyes for a whole day from yesterday morning to now, but he was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
After dying, I didn't even get up to eat lunch. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was already dark outside. I didn't know whether it was morning or evening, and I couldn't find anyone to ask, so I didn't care what time it was...
Lying on the bed, looking at the dark roof, a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Xian's mouth. He knew that the old monk was deliberately trying to make things difficult for him, but this was actually a good thing, because by doing this, the old monk at least showed two
Point, firstly, he was very clear about his purpose, and secondly, he didn't refuse immediately. For tossing himself like this, I'm afraid he blamed himself for causing more trouble for him.
'I can't bear it.' Wang Xian secretly gritted his teeth and said: "Let's see who can outlast whom?" Thinking of this, he jumped up from the bed and prepared to go out to find something to eat. After all, he hadn't eaten for a day, so he didn't.
I'm so hungry that my legs are weak.
He opened the door and went out to look at the sky. There was still a blush in the west. It must be evening, and he didn't know if it was past dinner time. Just as he was about to walk out of the yard, he suddenly saw the door next door open, and a little monk with a bruised nose and face came out.
, not which one comes first.
Seeing the unfamiliar monk, he was stunned for a moment, and then took steps to pass him. However, the next moment, the boy suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Wang Xian's face, showing a surprised look, and said in a stiff tone:
"Are you Wang Xian?"
Wang Xian nodded, and saw the look of surprise on Ye Xian's face immediately turned into a ferocious expression. He bared his teeth and claws and pounced on him, growling in a low voice: "I'll kill you."
Maybe because of injuries on his body, Ye Xian's steps staggered a little and his movements were much slower. Wang Xian hurriedly stepped aside and slapped him on the head, which meant, are you out of your mind?
Seeing that he didn't speak, she thought he meant to humiliate her, so she became more and more angry. She turned around and continued to chase him. While chasing him, she cursed: "It's all you. It's all you who have caused such misery to my whole family."
Wang Xian hurriedly turned around to avoid his attacks. After a few attacks, he saw that he was not letting go of him, so he had to stand up and use martial arts to fight with him. Although Wang Xian was a semi-monk, he was still a monk.
He also had the guidance of a famous teacher, and the self-defense techniques were tailor-made for him. He could still gain the upper hand in front of a half-impaired wild boy.
But seeing that his clothes were torn all over and his face was covered with wounds, Wang Xian couldn't bear to beat him to death. He just wanted to keep him in uniform. But he forgot that being kind to the enemy was a crime against himself.
Inadvertently, Ye Xian received a heavy punch on the bridge of his nose, causing blood to flow from his nose. Wang Xian couldn't help but became furious, clamped Ye Xian's arm, pulled up the weeping willow tree upside down, put him to the ground, and then fired a series of bastard punches from left and right.
.Ye first made a squealing sound like a wounded beast. He didn't block or dodge at all. He just kept hitting back with his fists, kicked up his feet hard, and hit Wang Xian's back with his knee, which was so painful that he almost burst into tears.
He opened his mouth vigorously, trying to bite him.
Faced with this guy covered in thorns, Wang Xian, who had always used his brains and words but not his hands, was really overwhelmed. Just when he was about to lose his strength, other monks finally heard the noise and rushed over, pulling the two people away.
.In this moment, he also jumped up from the ground and kicked Wang Xian hard in the weak area. He immediately kicked him to the ground and curled up holding his stomach, with a lot of tears and snot dripping from his nose.
The monks quickly found a rope, tied him into a rice dumpling, and blocked his mouth with a piece of cloth, thus restraining the little lunatic.
At this time, Xinyan also arrived, and he was sent to the Discipline Hall to be locked up first. Looking at Wang Xian, who was covered in dust and in a state of embarrassment, Xinyan sighed and said: "You see, you are here to pick up the master's mantle."
He is a little madman who even the Buddha cannot save."