Facing Jigong's question, Feng Zhou said impassionedly: "The most precious thing for a person is life. Life is only once for everyone. A person's life should be spent like this: when he recalls the past, he will not regret for wasting his years."
; Nor will I be ashamed of my inaction.”
"When he was dying, he could say: My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world, fighting for peace and health in the world. People should practice cultivation quickly and fully, because unexpected
Illness and tragic accidents could end his life at any time. Hey, Master Daoji, why don’t you drink alcohol or eat meat? Why are you so stunned. Master Daoji, Master Daoji?”
No matter how Feng Zhou stretched out his hand to gesture, Jigong's eyes were dull. He held the chicken drumstick in one hand and put it in the front without gnawing. In the other hand, he held the wine gourd and stuffed it to his mouth. He let the wine flow out, but he couldn't take a sip.
drink.
"What's going on?" Feng Zhou looked at Jigong very strangely.
You must know that Jigong is the reincarnation of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, and his magical power can be said to be invincible in the world. The Dapeng Bird and the so-called Xiaoyao Cave Master can at most be 50-50 against him, but almost all their means of injuring the enemy are applied to the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.
None of them work at all.
But now, Jigong was as motionless as a martial artist whose acupoints were tapped, with a dull look on his face, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.
It's completely unreasonable. The monk in front of me is a genuine Arhat who subdues the dragon. How could he suddenly become like this?
After a cup of tea, Jigong remained motionless. Feng Zhou frowned, stretched out his hand and pushed...
…
Compared with Feng Zhou's strangeness, Jigong was shocked beyond words at this moment.
He just listened to Feng Zhou's serious nonsense and didn't care at all. He was just drinking and eating meat there. But as soon as he finished speaking, Jigong suddenly felt that his eyes were suddenly dark...
After regaining consciousness, Jigong found himself in darkness. He tried hard to open his eyes and see around him, but he was surprised to find that he could not open his eyes at all, nor could he turn his head around at all.
He wanted to reach out, but he couldn't feel his hands at all, or even his body...
"Monk, what's going on with me? Could it be that this guy in front of me cast some spell to trap me? But it's not like I can't feel my body, my breathing, or the surrounding people.
Hot or cold?"
"Amitabha, how good it is! All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning. You should observe them in this way."
"Monk, I can still recite sutras and think. It seems that my body no longer obeys my command, but my spiritual consciousness exists in the form of alaya consciousness. All living beings originally have alaya consciousness, which is perfect and pure.
Born in the past world, the same as in nirvana."
"Great wisdom! The one who knows Ariya is called Tathagatagarbha, and it is common with the seven consciousnesses of ignorance. Just like the waves of the ocean, it is always endless and the body is born. It is free from the faults of impermanence and the faults of self, and its nature is pure. The remaining seven consciousnesses are the heart.
: The mind, consciousness, and other thoughts cannot persist, which is the law of birth and death. Therefore, Mahamati! All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas who want to realize the knowledge of the supreme Dharma, Tathagatagarbha Ariya, should practice and purify it..."
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"Master Daoji?"
Feng Zhou gently reached over and pushed Jigong, but he saw that Jigong's face suddenly turned red, he was sweating all over, and then he suddenly jumped up.
"Bang."
The chicken legs fell to the ground, and the wine gourd was spilled all over the floor.
Jigong opened his eyes wide, looked confused, looked around with strange eyes, and then looked at Feng Zhou.
"Master Daoji, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly fall into trance?" Feng Zhou asked strangely.
"Enter samadhi, monk, did I just enter samadhi?" Jigong looked strange, his eyes wandering, and he looked at Feng Zhou carefully.
"Yes, the master suddenly became motionless just now. I thought the master suddenly fell into trance."
"Nothing, nothing!" A strange thought flashed in Daoji's heart, but then disappeared without a trace.
Buddhism transcends the realm of life and death, pays attention to sincerity, and must not have obsessions. All fantasies are all foolishness and self-grasping. Blind pursuit is a manifestation of stubbornness. Jigong is an Arhat subduing the dragon. The Buddhist teachings are profound enough to escape from reincarnation.
, see through all illusions.
"It seems that the poor monk just encountered a barrier of knowledge and vision just now. How good is that!" Jigong suppressed this thought gently and said to Feng Zhou in front of him: "I admire Shopkeeper Feng's great pursuit of great fortune, Monk, but this
What does it have to do with monks?”
"Of course it does matter. The goal I am pursuing is so lofty. Master, doesn't he think that I am destined to be a Buddha? Master Daoji must have come in person. He must have seen that I have Buddha nature and wisdom in my heart, so he can accept me as my disciple.
Disciple, teach some magical magic to save all sentient beings. I have a great wish, to make the world under the sky full of red flags!"
As soon as the word "red flag" came out, Jigong was frightened for no reason. He couldn't help but sigh secretly. He didn't need to count with his fingers, he could already see that Feng Zhou in front of him was already standing on the top of the mountain, and he didn't waste his ordinary wine, sex and wealth.
In his eyes, ordinary spiritual pursuits cannot satisfy him. What this person pursues is the great road.
"It's so good, so good! Shopkeeper Feng's Hongmeng Great Vow is excellent, but it's a pity that it has no chance of being associated with my Buddha."
"What? I have no connection with Buddha?" Feng Zhou looked surprised and looked at Jigong with eyes full of doubt.
Didn’t you say that Buddhism is vast and can save all sentient beings? Why did you come up and say that I have no predestined relationship with Buddha?
You, a majestic Arhat who subdues the dragon, actually push the disciples of Xiang Buddha away like this?
"Although the rain from the sky is wide, it cannot moisten the grass without roots; the Buddha's Dharma is boundless and cannot save those who have no destiny. The donor's wisdom root is the only monk I have seen in my life, but your thoughts are incompatible with my Buddha, so that you are short-lived
These few words have caused the poor monk to encounter obstacles in his knowledge and vision. Therefore, you have no connection with my Buddha. Even if you worship Buddha in the West, I am afraid that the Buddha will think that you do not cultivate your body and mind, and it is difficult for you to achieve my path.
Amitabha."
Feng Zhou was heartbroken.
Obviously, the reason why the Daoji monk in front of me did not accept him as his disciple was definitely not because of the fate between Feng Zhou and my Buddha.
Buddhism is most about fate.
There are three thousand mortal beings at every turn, and they all have a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha.
This Daoji rejected him not because he didn't want to accept him as his disciple, but because he didn't want to teach him his magic.
Because the Tao cannot be preached lightly.
I remember that when I was in the world of martial arts, every time I met a potential talent and wanted to accept him as my disciple, I would examine the person's character.
Although Feng Zhou didn't know how talented he was in cultivating immortals, the Jigong in front of him suddenly fell into trance just now. It must be because he said something wrong, so that this fair-weather monk suddenly became ignorant, ignorant, ignorant and invisible.
This greatly troubled Monk Daoji.
Since there was no way to detect Feng Zhou's character, and no way to find out where he was with his calculations, he could only politely decline.
Thinking of this, Feng Zhou suppressed the idea of asking, thinking that after sending Jigong away, he must think about this question carefully, why did this sloppy monk suddenly enter meditation just now.
Maybe it was the materialistic spiel I just said that shocked this Buddhist monk?
"Master Daoji, fate is determined by heaven. God's will is vast, but I don't know what I should do to make me have a fate with the Buddha?"
Feng Zhou asked seriously.
Of course he was not asking how to have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, but he was asking Jigong again, what do you want me to do before you accept me as a disciple and teach me magic?
Jigong chuckled, shook his head and said: "The so-called emptiness is form, form is emptiness, and only after birth can we die, and only after death can we live. Everything that has a form is all false. Even if it is a classic Buddha statue, whether it is a saint or a sage, no matter where it falls, it belongs to birth and death.
."
What the monk said makes sense no matter how you listen to it, but it is wrong no matter how you interpret it.
But his tact was also telling Feng Zhou that if we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, it is difficult to meet on the opposite side if we are not destined. Since we are not destined, it means that the Tao should not be taught lightly. This matter of learning magic from the monk, you should treat it as nothing.
alright.
Of course Feng Zhou understood what Jigong said, he couldn't help stroking his hands and smiling: "Okay! Very good! Master, please taste wine and eat meat!"
Jigong refused Feng Zhou. He didn't feel any apology at all. He picked up the wine flask and drank three cups in a row. Then he ate the meat and chanted: "When will the porridge be gone and the rice will come? It's because skin bags are difficult to cure. So...
The body is so ignorant that it only reaches the abdomen after entering the throat, and in the blink of an eye it is still hungry. Only the monk does not care, and has to drink three cups slowly. When winter comes, it is still hanging on the summer clothes. Although the shape is ugly, the heart is not confused. "
Feng Zhou didn't care at all: "The Dapeng bird said that he has no destiny with me, and the monk Jigong also said that he has no destiny with me. It seems that I really have no destiny with Buddhism, no matter what! No matter!"