I couldn't see my fingers, and there was only the "tick-tock" sound of water in my ears.
The young monk meditated next to the stone platform. When he was thirsty, he could only drink water from the stone platform. Apart from that, he only ate two meals.
They were all barely satiating meals and contained meat, but the little monk no longer cared about this aspect.
Not to mention the Buddha's clear rules and precepts, now the Buddha has become empty and nothingness in his heart.
Who is the Buddha and who is the Buddha?
He didn't know how long he stayed in the cave. The only two meals he had were when he was about to die of hunger.
However, the closer he was to death, the more persistent the young monk's thoughts became. He kept chanting Buddhist sutras and looking for Prajna.
Now he was in such a predicament again. Hunger was torturing him so much that he could only quench his hunger with water, and then the more he drank, the hungrier he became.
Sometimes he would choose to swallow the air, warm it in his mouth, and then swallow it in large gulps, feeling the air swimming in his belly. However, when the mass of air disappeared, he felt even hungrier.
The ugly skin of his body constantly affects his thoughts.
In order to divert his attention and prevent himself from being so hungry, he focused on the dripping water that was the only proof of his existence.
Do you believe in Buddhism if you drop water? You should, because Master has said that all things have Buddha nature.
So the young monk was thinking about what kind of Buddha he believed in when dripping water dropped. When he couldn't think clearly and was hungry again, he thought about dripping water piercing a stone.
The ugly monster once said that you can only get out if a drop of water penetrates a stone.
Tortured by hunger, the young monk focused all his attention on water drops.
At first, he prayed to the gods and Buddhas, who could see and hear his piety and help him get through the water.
Later, he hoped that the water droplets could convey the news that he was trapped to the town, so that Yu Sheng could hear about his plight and come to rescue him.
However, these were just random thoughts, and he knew that the rest of his life could not save him now.
Even the gods and Buddhas in the heavens could not save him from his current predicament.
All actions are impermanent, all living beings are suffering, all dharmas are selfless, and cessation is bliss.
Darkness, loneliness, and water drops made his presence more obvious, as if he was the only one in the world and could not be extinguished.
until…
The young monk put all his thoughts on the water droplets, listening to the changes of the water droplets, listening to its "tick-tock-tock", listening to it agglomerate from the stalactites, slipping in the air, landing on the stone platform, splashing and making a tick-tock sound.
At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion that he was the drop of water and there was an unrelated person sitting next to him.
This state of mind is mysterious and mysterious. Perhaps, this is annihilation?
When thinking about this problem, the young monk was even thinking as a water drop.
Time after time, darkness followed darkness. By the time the monsters had delivered five or six meals, the little monk had forgotten everything. It was no longer possible to tell whether he was a monk or a drop of water. As a result, the hunger disappeared and the rice disappeared.
Too lazy to move.
The bamboo stick monster mistakenly thought that the young monk was going on a hunger strike, so he quickly increased the frequency and deliciousness of the meals in an attempt to seduce the young monk to eat.
The young monk took a few bites and found that it was not very delicious, far inferior to Shopkeeper Yu's.
But this is not important, the young monk has a more important thing to do.
He turned into water droplets and happily dripped on the stone platform, preparing to cut open the stone platform so that he could get out as soon as possible.
He still had to go to the Central Plains to find Cao'er, and he couldn't keep Cao'er waiting.
The little monk was so busy that he forgot to eat and sleep. Finally, the monster gave him many meals, and he died.
He turned into a drop of water, fell, passed through the stone platform, and fell into the pool below, where he joined a group of water.
After being in a daze for a while, the little monk opened his eyes and shouted excitedly: "Is there someone, no, is there a monster?"
He stood up, his body was weak and swaying a little, but he managed to steady himself. Just as he was about to shout again, the stone door was opened.
"What are you shouting for?" The bamboo stick monster came in with rice, "What, you're not on a hunger strike?"
What's a hunger strike? The young monk didn't understand, but it didn't matter. He pointed at the stone platform and said, "Look, the water droplets penetrated the stone!"
"What?" The bamboo stick monster was startled, and he took a look through the peripheral light leaking through the stone door.
He saw only a small black hole in the middle of the stone platform. He didn't know whether it could be worn or not, but that didn't matter.
"Did you promise our boss to do that ridiculous thing?" the bamboo stick monster asked him.
"When did I agree?" The young monk was startled, "Didn't your boss say that a drop of water will penetrate a stone..."
"I lied to you, but you still believed me. He is really a monk." The bamboo stick monster muttered, "If you don't agree, just stay inside."
"You..." The little monk pointed at the monsters who were going out, and saw the two monsters outside pushing the stone door "rumbling".
The little monk sat down and grabbed the food on the plate. Just as he was about to eat, his fingertips touched a grass stem in the flowerpot, and the grass blades brushed his fingers.
He had just forgotten to check the grass stems by the light of the door, hoping that everything was okay with her.
The little monk smiled bitterly, "It seems that we have to stay here for the rest of our lives," he said, stroking the blades of grass.
Just as his hand was about to let go of the blade of grass, he froze for a moment, thinking deeply, and remembered a past event.
When he was very young, almost three or four years old, he sat cross-legged in the forest with his master and meditated.
Remember, the leaves were all red at that time, and under the afterglow, they were as red as blood.
At that time, he had a sudden thought and asked his master, should the Buddha worship the Buddha?
If the Buddha worshiped the Buddha, which Buddha did he worship? If the Buddha did not worship the Buddha, why would later generations of monks worship the Buddha?
"Buddha is in your heart, so of course you will worship Buddha." The master told the young monk.
When anyone kneels before the Buddha, he is only worshiping a clay body. What he is really worshiping is the Buddha in his own heart.
It is better to seek help from others than to seek oneself, to save others rather than to save oneself, to stick to one's original intention and to pursue prajna in one's heart is exactly the kind of Buddha worshiped by the Buddha.
In the darkness, the young monk's eyes suddenly opened. There was three inches of Buddha's light in front of him, and all the darkness no longer existed in front of him.
The grass stems in the flowerpot in front of me were glowing green.
"When the Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, the first words he said were: All sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata. They cannot achieve it just because of delusion and persistence." The young monk stood up, took the flower pot, and walked to the stone door.
In front of you, hold out a finger.
"From now on, in front of the Buddha, I will only worship myself!"
After finishing his words, he tapped the stone door lightly with his index finger, and with a "boom", the stone door flew out.
The rat demon was talking to the ugly demon in the direction facing the stone gate. Unexpectedly, the stone gate crushed him flat.
There was silence in the Monster Cave. Everyone looked at the young monk Shi Shiran who came out of the stone chamber in surprise, holding a pot of flowers in his hand.
"Amitabha", the young monk raised one hand and chanted a Buddha's name to all the monsters.
This alerted the monster, who raised his weapon and struck the young monk with a knife.
The little monk picked up the object with three fingers, and the knife broke it into pieces.
The monsters were surprised, and before they could respond, the little monk walked past them, and a blood hole instantly appeared on their bodies.
"Since the sea of suffering has no end, why bother to look back?" The young monk's robe swept past the corners of their clothes and walked straight to the high platform.
Other monsters came forward and fell at the young monk's feet in an instant. No monster was under his control for more than one round.
Wherever he walked, rivers of blood flowed, and the blood even stained his monk's robes red.
The little monk remained calm and walked until he was in front of the bamboo pole monster.
The bamboo pole monster stands in front of the ugly monster.
Just as the little monk was about to point out, the bamboo pole monster tilted his head and said, "I, I'm bleeding." He dropped the weapon in his hand and fell to the ground.
Now only the ugly monster is left.
The ugly monster looked at the fallen monsters and the blood on the little monk's body. He raised his hands and said, "Big, big, master, I, I know I was wrong. I, I will correct my evil ways, put down my butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately.
Put down the butcher knife..."
He quickly put down the knife in his hand.
"Buddha only helps those who are destined to be together," said the young monk.
"I am, I am a destined person, I am called a destined person." Ugly Demon said hurriedly.
The little monk smiled and said, "Let me see?"
He put his finger on the ugly monster's forehead and pointed, and a bloody hole appeared on the ugly monster's forehead.
"You", he looked at the little monk and fell to the ground.
"The Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved. Whoever is destined to be saved by Buddha has the final say."
The young monk looked down at the grass stems and said, "You are right, why should we eat vegetarian food instead of meat? This is so unfair to the grass."