After sending away the two monks who still had some unfinished thoughts, and closing the door, Fa Hai sat back on the futon with a slightly pale face, feeling that his body was hollowed out.
It is not difficult to lose to the opponent in asking for Buddhist teachings. What is difficult is to force oneself down to the same level as them, and then pretend to be defeated by the opponent with rich experience.
It’s like competing with a primary school student in arithmetic, exhausting Leibniz’s formula, L’Obidus’ rule, Taylor’s formula… using up three or five pencils and dozens of pages of manuscript paper, and finally pretending to get 7+8=16, but it still can’t be solved
It can be seen that the water is obviously released.
Of course, Fahai doubted that even if he put a piece of water on his fingertips in front of his face, the other party would not be able to see it.
A particularly efficacious Buddhist temple, and a group of monks who don't understand the scriptures... No matter how you look at it, this Baiyan Temple has a strong smell of weirdness.
Not long after Jueming and Jueyuan walked out of the guest room, Juesi came out from the corner to greet him.
"How about that? Is there anything wrong with that little monk?"
Jueming touched his shiny bald head and smiled quite contentedly.
"That young monk still has wisdom. Although he cannot compare with us, he can still tell that he has studied the Buddhist scriptures seriously. He should be an ordinary wandering monk. The great... abbot must have thought too much."
"It's no problem. I've lived in the temple for a long time. Do I really think of myself as a monk? I'm still studying Buddhism... Go to the kitchen to have a meal. I see that you two are working hard today. In the evening, the Bodhisattva's alms and gifts will be counted as your share."
He waved his hand impatiently to interrupt Jueming's boasting, and Juesi dismissed the two monks in a few words.
"Thank you Sandang..."
As soon as they heard Sisi's promise, the two of them couldn't help but be overjoyed. They hurriedly thanked him and ran to the kitchen.
"Remember to address each other by dharma names in the temple. If one day you two spill the beans and ruin the abbot's good deeds, I'll skin you if you don't pay attention!"
He roughly interrupted their unfinished conversation. Juesi seemed to feel a little unsafe and emphasized one more sentence.
Caught off guard, Juesi Leng lowered his tone, and the two of them hurriedly responded submissively.
After the two of them walked away, Juesi glanced at the guest room where Fahai was located a few more times, and then walked away quietly.
Fahai in the guest room was just sitting on the futon with his eyes closed, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Not long after, there was the sound of the door opening and closing in front of me.
Fahai slowly opened his eyes and saw a young novice monk walking in carrying a small lunch box.
"Senior Brother Juesi asked the young monk to bring some food to Senior Brother Fahai. Today there are distinguished guests, the kitchen is not open to the public, and the price of rice is not low now, and there are so many monks in the temple. I hope that I will forgive you for the simple food."
While talking, the young novice took out a bowl of porridge and two plates of pickled vegetables from the lunch box and handed them to Fahai.
"It doesn't matter, monks don't take pleasure in the desires of mouth and tongue, just a little food to satisfy their hunger."
Putting his hands together and chanting some words, Fahai picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, picked out a chopstick of pickled vegetables and put it into his mouth. He was slightly stunned, but pretended to chew it as if nothing had happened.
"Then please use your time, senior brother. Junior brother will leave first. Someone else will collect the bowls and chopsticks for senior brother later."
Seeing that Fa Hai showed no sign of disgust, the young novice monk immediately felt at ease and was about to leave.
"Just wait a moment."
Fahai suddenly stopped him, raised his head and asked slowly.
"May I ask, junior brother, do all the senior brothers in the temple eat together?"
"Well...it seems that because there are so many monks in the temple, we can't cook all the meals for the whole temple at one time, so the brothers in the inner courtyard eat separately from us."
After touching his head, although he didn't know what he meant, the little novice told Fahai exactly what happened.
"Is that so? The poor monk knows, thank you, junior brother."
After the little novice monk left, Fahai put down his chopsticks, picked up the porridge bowl and took another sip.
I smacked my lips, and it turned out that it was not an illusion, the pickles and gruel clearly had the smell of beef and sheep oil.
When you practice to the state of Dharma Sea, your five senses will be clear, you can see all directions, and you can taste all kinds of flavors.
Although you can explain the cooking process thoroughly even if you haven't tasted it once, it is not difficult if you just distinguish the taste.
If Fa Hai was not mistaken, the pot used to fry porridge and pickles should have been used to steam and cook large meats. These days, it is difficult to clean the greasy iron pot thoroughly, and it will inevitably bring with it a trace of beef and sheep's smell over time.
Drinking alcohol and eating meat is obviously not something that a serious monk can do.
Primitive Buddhism abstains from eating meat and fishy food, which refers to vegetables with a foul or peculiar smell, while fishy food generally refers to all meat.
It's just that in ancient times, when monks went to the door to ask for alms, the alms given by the master would inevitably contain meat or greasy food. The Buddha was compassionate and not strict with others, so there was a saying that monks were allowed to eat three kinds of pure meat.
That is to say, the eyes do not see the killing, the ears do not hear the killing, and the people do not kill for themselves.
Later, Liang Wu of the Southern Dynasty issued an edict forbidding monks from eating meat in order to eliminate the desire to kill others. From then on, ordinary secular temples no longer eat meat.
What the monks of Baiyan Temple did, not to mention that it had already violated the common precepts and rules, was also contrary to what the Buddha had permitted.
There are hundreds of monks in Baiyan Temple, and the number of great monks in the inner courtyard is no less than forty or fifty. Just the monks in the inner courtyard all eat cattle and sheep, which consumes no less than two heads a day.
And once the monks have a demand, the two or three more cattle and sheep slaughtered by the butchers at the foot of the mountain every day must be linked to the monks on the mountain.
If you don't kill yourself, you will naturally break without attacking.
You must know that eating or not eating meat is never the purpose, but to nourish the loving heart of monks and lay people. Without needs, how can the thought of killing arise.
If you can't even understand this, how can you be called a monk? You are just a butcher in monk's clothes.
If it was during the day, Fa Hai was still concerned about the safety of the pilgrims, so he did not act rashly.
But now, with the moon above the treetops and the temple closed, it is obvious that there is no such scruple anymore.
Opening his sleeves, the exquisite Leifeng Pagoda flew out, turning into a stream of light that enveloped the entire White Rock Mountain.
The light curtain transformed by Leifeng Pagoda only flickered slightly and quickly dissipated in the thick night. It looked no different from the past.
But if a practitioner passes by, he will naturally find that there is a large formation blocking the entire hill, and no one is allowed in or out.
At the same time, Fa Hai pointed his right foot to the ground, pinched a Buddha seal in his hand, and even murmured:
"I entrust Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to command the land to come quickly."
A golden Buddha mantra was driven into the ground, and a faint divine light penetrated directly into the netherworld of heaven and earth, resonating with a certain will between heaven and earth.
The next moment, a middle-aged man wearing a feather fan and silk scarf, a Confucian robe and a beautiful beard suddenly appeared. He was a little confused. It was not until he saw Fahai that he hurriedly held his hands and bowed:
"The little god Baiyan Mountain Tutuyuan has met the elder. I wonder what the elder has to do with calling the little god here?"