Taking a closer look at the middle-aged monk, Fang Jing was surprised. It seemed that he had met a true Buddha. The masters he had seen on TV before mentioned that they could cure all diseases and be omnipotent when they mentioned faith.
"May I ask what your name is, Master?"
"I have so many names that I don't know which one to use. When I was born, my parents wanted me to be reunited like the moon, so they gave me a nickname of Xiaoyue and a nickname of Fengping."
"Later, I thought the name was too unpleasant. One day I read in the textbook that Huo Qubing's horse drank from the vast sea and sealed the wolf as Juxu, so I changed my name to Feng Juxu."
"My classmates also nicknamed me White Bull, Big Head, and Monk. When I met my master ten years ago, he laughed when he heard my nickname and changed my name to Xiaoyue.
Fang Zuizi chuckled, "Then you're going round and round and back to where you started."
"No," the monk shook his head, "this morning moon is not that little moon. My parents hope that I will be reunited like the moon, but they ignore that the moon has its yin and yin eyes, and the sky and the earth are not complete, let alone life. You are right.
Bar?"
Fang Liang nodded in admiration, "That's indeed what I mean.
"But my master said it was fart." The monk laughed. "He said that my parents' moon is full and not missing. Xiaoyue hopes that I can understand their painstaking efforts. There is no other meaning."
"Uh!" Fang Jing scratched his head, "Then I'll call you Master Xiaoyue. I also have two names, one is Fang Jing and the other is Fang Jing."
"Which side and which view?"
"Square in all directions, scenery in all directions."
"What about the other one?"
"It's the same thing, the squares in the four directions, the scenery in the scenery."
Monk Xiaoyue touched his bald head and asked doubtfully, "Is there any difference?"
"The difference? Let me think about it."
He was Fang Jing in his previous life, and he was Fang Jing in this life as well. There is supposedly no difference between them, but the two lives are obviously different, including their mentality and thoughts. They are completely different.
If you throw him back to the original world, he will never be able to change back to his original situation. The contradiction is a bit strong.
"I don't know. There must be one, but I can't tell. Anyway, Fang Jing used to be different from now." Fang Jing came up with this answer after thinking for a long time.
Monk Xiaoyue looked at Fang Jing strangely. If ordinary people would have regarded him as a lunatic, fortunately, he had been studying Buddhism for many years and the monk had a better attitude.
"Oh! I understand." Monk Xiaoyue narrowed his eyes, "Your name is Fang Jing, because you have experienced some things and you have changed."
Fang Jing's heart skipped a beat, "I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."
"Haha! In fact, it's very simple. A name is just a code for a thought. If I change your name, will you not be you?"
"Take the sun as an example. We call it the sun in Chinese, but it is not called that in English in Western countries, nor in French, nor in the island Mandarin. Countries with their own language systems all have different names."
"But in the end, everyone wants to express the same thing, but the pronunciation is different."
"But my thoughts have changed."
"The sun changes too! But everything remains the same. As long as your understanding of it remains the same, hold the fishing rod tightly in your hand and let the hook float no matter how hard it floats."
Master Xiaoyue clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice: "Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism are all about knowing one's mind, seeing one's nature, and knowing oneself. Let me ask you, what is your name?"
"Fang Jing!"
"Isn't that enough?" Xiaoyue pointed to the ground and said, "Is the snow I swept yesterday the same as the snow I swept today?"
"Same!"
"Why? You have to know that the sky is so big, and every piece of snow is different, let alone yesterday's."
“Whether it’s yesterday or today, as long as the thoughts of the disciples remain unchanged, they will never change.”
Xiaoyue nodded, "Yes, everything is false. A person has eighteen thousand thoughts in a moment. If I say it is snow, it is snow, and if it is sunshine and dew, it is sunshine and dew."
"As long as you stick to your true heart, you are who you are, even if you change hundreds of names and thousands of lives, it will be the same."
Fang Jing was a little confused again, "What is my true intention?"
"Haha, you have to find it yourself. How do I know?" Xiaoyue walked back with the broom on her shoulder, "Only by surrendering your own thoughts can you understand your true nature. You still have a long way to go."
"Aren't you going to sweep the floor?" Fang Jing shouted.
"What are you sweeping? The moonlight is bright and I'm going to bed."
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"Little Master, can I go in if I don't have money?" At the ticket window, Fang Jing did as Xiaoyue said.
"It's almost freezing. Give me your coat and I'll let you in." The little novice monk was a little bored and deliberately joked, "How does Fang Jing look like a poor man in this outfit?"
"But it's starting to snow. I'm in the snow and you're in the house. You're warmer than me. You obviously don't need it!"
"Hey!" The little novice monk walked out from inside, holding a broom in his hand, and said with a smile: "I need it now, don't you help me?"
Fang Jing...
This is different from what Xiaoyue said. How can he be so honest? He really didn't ask for dozens of dollars, but wanted his coat worth eighteen dollars instead.
Looking at the little novice monk in single clothes, Fang Jing said with a smile, "We are both in the snow. I am not cold because I have clothes. If you are cold, you go look for clothes. Why are you looking for me?"
"Okay, you can come over." The little novice monk made an inviting gesture, "But I'm not looking for clothes, I'm looking for an electric stove."
"Thank you."
Passing by the ticket window, Fang Jing saw a red electric stove burning and a computer on the table, playing something like League of Legends.
Lingyin Temple is very big. Fang Jing didn’t know which hall Liu Wei was in, so he could only look all the way there. There were many people burning incense, some praying for Guanyin, and some praying for Medicine Buddha. He didn’t find it until he reached the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
She was looking at the Buddha statues one by one.
"Sister, if you keep burning the incense long enough, aren't you afraid that I will freeze to death outside?"
"Ah! Why are you here? Didn't you say you couldn't come?"
"I'm going to starve to death if I don't come here. I don't have a penny. Have you finished reading? Let's find a place to eat."
"Wait a minute, there are still a few more to finish."
Putting his hands together, Fang Jing imitated the tone of the monk in the temple, "Donor, the great road is in your heart, why bother to seek its form."
"Pfft, hahaha!" Liu Wei laughed, "Okay, just eat, I'm afraid of you."
Half an hour later, they found a restaurant and Fang Jing ate as soon as the food was served. He was so hungry that he didn't eat anything in the morning.
After walking around the West Lake for several hours, I didn’t have any energy at all. The wooden chairs on the road were soaked by the rain and snow and I couldn’t sit on them. I didn’t take any rest along the way.
"Slow down, you're the one who's going to be reincarnated as a starving ghost."
Compared with Fang Jing, Liu Wei is much more polite, chewing every leaf of green vegetables carefully.
"Hey! Where did you get this scripture? Shurangama!" Looking at the light yellow book in Fang Jing's hand, Liu Wei thought it was a small leaflet.
"A little master gave it to the enlightened Shurangama for free. It is said that the effect is good."
"Really or not?"
Liu Wei picked it up and flipped through two pages. The scent of ink hit his nose. The delicate handwriting was all written with a brush, and each stroke was very serious.