Chapter 1 The poor monk Fahai, the Buddha's name is from the heart
Ningxiang Weishan Temple, in a Zen room on the side of the Main Hall.
A pair of master and disciple sat facing each other in silence.
The elderly monk has a white eyebrow and is sitting cross-legged with his left hand in the shape of a flower. His right hand is holding a string of sandalwood Buddha beads numbering one hundred and eighty. He has a kind-hearted look and looks like an enlightened monk.
The young one has a shiny head, a plain Zen robe that looks like snow, and a face as handsome as jade. Anyone who sees him has to call him a handsome little monk.
After a while, it was the young disciple who couldn't hold his breath and scratched his bald head and spoke first.
"Master, is it interesting for us two grown men to be wasting their time like this? Don't you think you're panicking?"
The old Zen master just lowered his eyelids and glanced at his disciple who was a little restless. After a while, he slowly and logically continued:
"If your heart has no desires, why should you start thinking about it?"
Seeing that his master was finally willing to speak, the disciple simply put aside his pretense of solemnity and leaned carelessly on the edge of the bed.
"Stop pretending, I just saw you counting the rosary beads much faster than before."
The old Zen master hesitated, and his old face was obviously darker than before:
"I didn't. You saw it wrong."
"Master, you are in good faith. Monks do not lie."
Pulling his eyelids with his fingers and making a face at the other party, the young disciple took out a green date from the bag, wiped it and bit it, the clear juice overflowed, and a hint of sweetness spread.
"The green dates on this mountain are very sweet. Master, do you want one?"
"I don't want... wait, where did your green dates come from?"
Just as he was about to refuse the bribe offered by his precious disciple, something suddenly occurred to him. The old Zen master's face suddenly changed and he shouted and asked.
"That spiritual plant on the back mountain, don't you secretly take care of it every day at the fourth watch? A few days ago, I didn't touch it when the fruits were not ripe, but now I picked them all as soon as they were ripe.
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The disciple had a puzzled look on his face, but there was a smile that he couldn't hide in his eyes.
"Which spiritual plant in the back mountain?!"
An ominous omen came to his heart. The old Zen master suppressed his uneasy heart and asked again with a trembling voice.
"It's the jujube tree beside the forest stream in the back mountain. Could it be that Master, you planted other fairy fruits behind my back?"
The apprentice narrowed his eyes and played with the half-eaten fairy date in his hand.
"Fahai, you... you... you are a traitor, you are so angry! That is the spiritual object that the master will use to entertain your uncles at the Zhaitian Conference seven days later!"
The old monk was so angry that the white hair on his chin trembled. He pointed one finger at the young monk named Fahai and couldn't stop trembling.
It turned out that of the pair of masters and disciples, the eldest was Zen Master Ling, the presiding master of this huge Weishan Temple, and the younger one was Fa Hai, the youngest disciple of the Zen master.
"Hey, why do you insist that I go down the mountain to attend the Nalaoshizi Water and Land Dharma Assembly? Obviously the three senior brothers have agreed to go on my behalf."
Fahai curled his lips and deliberately took a big bite on the jujube as if to retaliate, which made the old Zen master cover his heart.
"What's wrong with my teacher asking you to travel down the mountain to gain some knowledge? Besides, the beautiful mountains and clear waters of the West Lake, the outstanding people, and the Dharma gatherings are all full of enlightened monks. It will be of great help to you to understand Buddhism and achieve Arhat status. You
Several senior brothers rushed to become my teacher and didn't even let me!"
The old Zen master held back the pain in his heart, sighed, and argued earnestly.
"I don't care, there are so many volumes of Buddhist scriptures copied and annotated by the Patriarch in the Sutra Pavilion that I haven't read yet! Wait for me...it won't be too late for me to come down the mountain after I attain the status of Arhat!"
Fahai complained confidently and refused to go down the mountain even to the death.
"You haven't finished reading the book in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion yet?" It's okay not to mention this, but when I mention the old Zen master, I can't stop blowing my beard and staring.
"Born with a Buddha's heart, you know what you are born with and have a photographic memory. You finished reading the book in the Sutra Pavilion two years ago, and you are leaving it here to pretend to be confused!"
Fa Hai was suddenly exposed by his master, but he still showed no signs of irritation.
"Aren't you afraid that if you go down the mountain before you have achieved your magical powers, you will be accidentally tricked by some old monster? When the time comes, master, I'll trouble you to send the white-haired person to the black-haired person. I feel really bad about it!"
"Are you still afraid of being tricked by someone?" Zen Master Lingyou laughed angrily, "In this world where Taoist masters and Arhats are not born, who can trick you, a great monk in the period of adversity? In addition,
The two Buddhist treasures I have given you will enable you to survive several rounds in the hands of powerful men."
"If you don't harm others, you should recite Amitabha Buddha twice as a teacher."
"We're not afraid of ten thousand, we're just afraid of the worst! What if there really is an immortal in the heaven who doesn't like my disciple and lowers his avatar to make him ashes?" Even though he was as thick-skinned as Fahai, he was all stared at by Zen Master Ling.
She blushed a little, and her voice became much quieter unconsciously.
"It is because of this caution that I, my disciple, have been able to practice safely and steadily to this level."
Although he was so angry at his disciple's sincerity that he couldn't laugh or cry, even Zen Master Ling, who was only half a step away from attaining the status of Bodhisattva and going to the Pure Land of Lingshan, had to sigh that Fahai, a guy who was so free and generous, was practicing.
talent.
In this secular world, there are five realms for ordinary people to practice.
Whether it is Taoism's Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, purple mansion, Yuanshen Taoist master, or Buddhism's sea of suffering, nirvana, golden body, overcoming disaster, and Arhat status.
Although the names are different, the realm is always the same.
This includes the heavenly immortals and golden immortals who ascended to the upper realm, as well as the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas who went to the pure land of Lingshan Mountain.
However, at the number of ten, Fahai has entered the fourth great realm of spiritual practice. It is almost certain that he will ascend to the upper realm in the future, and it is not impossible for Buddhism to have another Buddha Lord in the future.
It really makes people sigh at the power of being born a Buddhist.
If it had been anyone else, someone with this level of cultivation would have long ago found a way to punish evil and promote good, and establish a sect.
Only this kid acted like someone was trying to persecute him all day long. He was doing nothing but cultivation. Even if he wanted to go down the mountain and wander around, it would be as if he would die. This really gave the old Zen master a headache.
Practicing is no better than practicing behind closed doors. Perhaps studying the classics of saints and sages will indeed help your progress at the beginning, but you will eventually have to walk the road step by step on your own.
Even if the mind is a Buddha, the seeing nature is also a Buddha, but if we cannot see sentient beings, how can we see the Buddha?
"Wende, tell me, Master, what are you afraid of?" Sighing, he reached out and touched the young monk's head. The old Zen master suddenly recalled Fahai's lay name before he was ordained.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the young monk, whose real name was Pei Wende, licked his lips twice, but remained silent in the end.
He didn't know how to talk to the old Zen master in front of him who always cared about him.
Are you saying that Pei Wende is actually a time traveler?
Or are you saying that you have read the script beforehand?
Originally, when he found out that he had traveled to the world of White Snake or transformed into Zen Master Fahai, he had had many thoughts.
He simply pretended to turn a blind eye, which led to Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen's misfortune.
He also replaced Xu Xian as the reckless hero and realized how to fall in love in different species.
Anyway, I am not the stubborn old antique in the original work. As long as my hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people, it doesn't matter if I am a monster?
A mortal's lifespan is only a hundred years, so he can complete this unparalleled love. In the end, hello to you, hello to me, hello to everyone.
But only when he entered today's world personally did he realize that things were far from being as simple as he thought.
Not to mention that Xu Xian is Bai Suzhen's love disaster. If you leave it alone, you will miss the future of Lishan's old mother as a disciple. I'm afraid this great master of the immortal world will not be able to wear his little shoes all day long.
Let’s just say that this is a dynasty that is similar to the Tang Dynasty in the previous life. From the time when the Goddess of Heaven respected the Buddha and suppressed Taoism to the present day, Buddhism flourished and continued to flourish through ten emperors.
It is the ultimate principle of the world that things must reverse themselves. Today's monarchs are dissatisfied with monks who are not engaged in production, Taoism is threatening to accumulate strength and come back, and many Buddhist temples use the name of Buddhist monks to hide evil...
Under the scene that looks like a blazing fire cooking oil, there are actually firecrackers that ignite instantly.
Looking at the story of White Snake in this way, it is clear that there is a great power from the upper world who used White Snake to help Buddhism cope with the disaster.
The cause and effect of this is that he has achieved Arhat status, so how can he escape?
"I know you are an independent child. Since you don't want to tell me, it must have a lot to do with it."
Seeing that Fahai remained silent, the old Zen master finally did not force himself any further.
With some reluctance, he took off the beads from his neck, fiddled with them one last time with nostalgia, and Zen Master Ling placed them in Fahai's palm.
"This string of beads was left behind by your ancestor on the day he became enlightened. It has been owned by all generations of presiding officers. It is already in my hands for the ninth generation. I will hand it over to you today."
"The willpower contained in it is enough for you to withstand three full blows from the Arhat realm. More importantly, even if a powerful person takes action on the basis of shame, as long as you can recognize this string of beads, you will still be able to give a hint to the ancestors of Lingshan.
feelings."
It seemed that he was moved by the old monk's care and concern. Fahai just opened his mouth for a while, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence:
"Master, so...there are always people above us?"
"Of course, our Weishan Temple is an authentic Zen sect, and we even have a Buddha!"
Although he didn't understand what Fa Hai meant by his words, Master Ling still answered quite proudly.
"How come... you haven't mentioned this to any of our senior brothers..."
Fahai's breath was slightly unsteady, as if he was stimulated by something.
"Didn't you ask this too?!"
The old Zen master was a little confused, wondering what kind of evil his disciple had committed.
"Then I'm still afraid of a hammer. Master, if you hadn't told me earlier, I would have gone down the mountain and wandered around tomorrow!"
If you had told me earlier, if you had told us that the Lord Buddha was protecting us, why would I be afraid of Mother Lishan?
After a moment of silence, Fahai suddenly jumped up from the bed, his dejected look gone.
He carefully put the beads around his neck as if he were a treasure, completely ignoring the old Zen master's increasingly gloomy expression.
"You...you..."
As expected, he expected this tired thing to become a human being, but it was really his imagination.
Pointing to the door with trembling hands, the old Zen master was so angry that he could hardly speak.
"Master, do you want to tell me, 'I have never been afraid of a door, but when I opened it, there was nothing there'?"
Fahai looked at the thin door and thought about the unreasonable fear he had had over the years, as if he had some enlightenment.
"No, I want you to get out of here!"
With an old face, Zen Master Ling drove him away mercilessly.