Early the next morning, the bells of Huguo Temple rang.
Above the main hall, incense was burning, and there was only a faint blue smoke.
Before dawn, the monks from Huguo Temple, as well as the monks who came to listen to Du He's lectures, all gathered in the center of the hall. Everyone sat on the futon, folded their hands, and whispered the scriptures in their mouths.
For a moment, the coaxing low voices of Mimi and Mummy came in waves.
when.
when.
The melodious bell rang.
After the bell rings for the tenth time.
Finally someone couldn't sit still anymore.
Even Tan Zong, who was sitting at the front, couldn't hold himself back.
Someone next to him asked: "Abbott, Mr. Du is not asleep, is he?"
"Abbott, I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Du was looking for chickens everywhere at midnight last night!"
"It's been an hour, and I haven't seen Mr. Du show up. Abbot Tanzong, I'm afraid you are lying to us. This Du He is young and is a murderer without blinking an eye. How could he write the "Heart Sutra"?
Waiting for the book, we may not know where he stole it from!"
Some people actually began to doubt Du He.
Tan Zong raised his hand, pressed it down, and said: "Be calm and don't be impatient. Although Mr. Du behaves erratically, he is a man of Buddha nature. The Heart Sutra was written by a poor monk who saw him with his own eyes. How can it still be said?"
It’s fake!”
Under the leadership of Tan Zong, everyone continued to chant sutras and waited for Du He's arrival.
…
At this moment, Du He was in the room, anxious.
In fact, he already knew that the time had expired.
It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s that I don’t dare to go.
He doesn't know anything about Buddhism, and he's not interested in this stuff either.
The reason he agreed to Tan Zong's lecture was to set up a trap to deceive the Wang family's assassins and Tubo people. Now that he suddenly had to catch up, he gave up.
There was already a pile of things piled up at Du He's feet.
He started to draw the lottery in the morning, but all he drew were useless things. Even though there were a few good things, they had nothing to do with Buddhism.
There are only 10 lucky draw opportunities left.
Du He gritted his teeth and said, "Mmp, do it again."
Ding!
"Congratulations to the host, for receiving a copy of "Master Hsing Yun Talks about Happiness"."
Snap.
A hardcover book fell into Du He's hands.
When Du He saw it, he suddenly felt bad.
He had read this book before. It was just a chicken soup for the soul. He was interested in it at first, but as time went on, it became boring.
“How about telling everyone about Chicken Soup for the Soul?”
Du He suddenly laughed, put "Master Hsing Yun on Happiness" under his arm, and walked towards the main hall.
As soon as Du He entered the main hall, all the monks quickly stood up to greet him.
At a glance, he thought, oh, there are more monks today than yesterday.
"What's going on, Abbot Tanzong?" Du He asked in confusion.
Tan Zong hurriedly explained: "Master Du, originally there were not so many people, but yesterday you killed those Tubo people in Huguo Temple, and I don't know who leaked the news. Today, many people came, and there were even many
All the non-monastics came here early in the morning, but I had people send them away, and the remaining monks all came in."
Du He said: "Okay, one sheep is herded, and a group of sheep is driven."
Du He walked to the stage and sat down behind the table that had been prepared, then waved to everyone: "Hello, classmates!"
"Hello, Chief Duban!"
"Thank you for your hard work, students!"
"study hard, improve every day."
Loud slogans sounded in the hall.
The monks who had experienced it yesterday were very excited. However, many of the new monks who joined were confused and thought they had walked into a place where scammers gathered.
Du He then opened the book "Master Hsing Yun Talks about Happiness" and said to everyone: "Today, the leader of this class will talk about happiness for everyone."
happiness?
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.
Isn’t it a lecture?
Seeing everyone stunned, Du He asked with a smile: "Who can tell me what Buddhism is?"
A fat man with a big bald head said hurriedly: "Buddhism, the teachings taught by the Buddha, are my Buddhist teachings."
Du He nodded: "Yes, Buddhism is extremely broad. In addition to the above, the nature of all dharma, all the subtle and kind words in the world, and even other true and correct principles, etc., all belong to Buddhism. Master, please
Tell me, where is the Dharma?"
"Of course it is recorded in my Buddhist scriptures and dictated by the Buddhas."
This is the basic consensus.
After hearing this, Du He shook his head: "Yes, it's also wrong. Buddhism is recorded in Buddhist classics, but it is far beyond the scope of Buddhist classics. And although Buddhism is dictated by Buddhas, it is not invented by Buddhas, but
It was discovered by the Buddhas. The Buddha Dharma is contained in thousands of worlds. Every flower, every grass, every branch and every leaf contains the Buddha Dharma. People with great wisdom can discover one flower, one world, one grass, one Bodhi, and they can become Buddhas.
Buddha."
Du He added: "There was no Buddha in the world. The first person to discover the Dharma appeared and there was a Buddha."
A group of monks were stunned by Du He.
However, many people kept nodding and agreed with Du He's statement.
But the big fat man retorted: "Impossible, how can Buddhism be contained in the universe?"
"Master," Du He looked at him, "Buddhism is everywhere and all the time. Do you think there is Buddhism in cow dung?"
The fat man shook his head.
Du He then explained: "There is Buddhism in cow dung, Lu Bu!"
He shouted.
Lu Bu walked in from outside, carrying a plate with a pile of fresh cow dung.
Boom.
Lu Bu directly placed the smelly cow dung in front of everyone.
Everyone frowned.
Du He asked: "Master, what do you think this is?"
The fat man covered his nose and said, "Of course this is a pile of cow dung."
Du He smiled and said: "In my eyes, it is a Buddha."
Everyone's eyes widened.
Du He explained: "There is Buddha in the heart, and everything is Buddha. There is dung in the heart, and everything is cow dung. Master, it seems that you are not yet good at learning Buddhism, so you have to work hard."
"Hahaha……"
It immediately caused a roar of laughter.
"This...this..." The big fat man blushed. Deep down, he felt that Du He was talking nonsense, but he didn't know how to refute it.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.
A long streamer in the yard was blowing loudly.
Du He pointed at the flag and asked: "Everyone, please take a look, is the wind blowing outside at this moment, or is it the flags moving?"
Everyone immediately started discussing around the wind and flags outside.
Some said: "The flags are moving, visible to the naked eye, and the flags are swaying up and down."
Some said: "It's the wind that moves. The wind doesn't move, and the flags don't move either. It's the wind that blows the flags."
After a short time, everyone was divided into two groups, and no one could convince the other.
Finally, everyone looked at Du He.
Du He said with a smile: "It's not the wind that moves, nor the flags that move, it's just the hearts of benevolent people that move. You are all studying Buddhism, and calmness of mind is the first priority. If the heart is unmoved, what if the wind moves? So what if the flags move?"
Everyone was stunned.
Then they all put their hands together and chanted in unison: "Emi tofu!"
These guys were all shocked by Du He's pretentious words.
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(Third update, brothers who haven’t joined the group yet, hurry up, there will be thunder and rain soon, skirt number: 611876256)