Four hundred and thirtieth chapters dream I do not know I am a guest (2)
The boiling water in the pot gurgled, and the charcoal fire crackled softly in the stove. In the teahouse, which was only four and a half stacks of tatami mats, Master Sun Suhe and Master Feng Luan sat opposite each other across the floor stove where the water was boiled. The teahouse was clean and simple, and the whole body was made of green bamboo and yellow mud.
It is built without any gorgeous furnishings. Only the "between beds" are decorated in Japanese style.
Traditionally, a banner in elegant cursive script was hung, which read "I didn't know I was a guest in my dream", which was very elegant in the ancient clumsiness. A girl in a simple and elegant kimono was waiting by the side, sitting upright in front of the irori, with a small square
He gently wiped various tea sets with a towel, his posture was elegant and his expression was solemn.
"Namo Amitabha, Mr. Su He, please have tea." Master Feng Luan raised his paw as an invitation, with a smile on his lips and crooked eyebrows, looking both approachable and cute.
Sun Suhe sat blankly, and it took him a long time to react, "Thank you, thank you so much, Master." He bowed slightly and bowed in return, absentmindedly picked up a piece of dumpling and put it into his mouth. The pastry was sweet and delicious, but Sun Suhe didn't pay much attention to it.
My thoughts at this time were
They were floating like clouds in the sky, and even he couldn't tell clearly what he was thinking. Do you need to be so clear? He didn't think about this problem at all. He just let the horse rein and let his thoughts wander. There was a kind of laziness.
A sense of peace of mind.
The girl in front of the stove quietly finished wiping, put down her handkerchief, scooped out the hot water from the stove, boiled the tea bowl until it was warm, then put the tea spoon into the bowl and stirred it slowly to make it soft, then poured out the hot water in the bowl.
water, dry it again, and the preparation work is completed at this point. All kinds of details are paid attention to, and there is no chance of sloppiness.
She took out the teaspoon, scooped the matcha powder from the exquisite tea can into the tea bowl, then brewed it with hot water, and mixed it thoroughly with the tea spoon. Her technique was both clever and elegant, showing her profound tea ceremony skills. The tea soup was brewed, and the girl held it in her hands and served it.
To Sun Suhe, Master Feng Luan explained the history and beauty of this tea bowl with a smile.
Sun Suhe thanked him, took the tea soup and took a sip. It was fragrant and mellow, which was indeed good. In addition, the sweet aftertaste of the pastry was still there, which made the tea soup rich in layers and lingering aftertaste.
It's just that... as the tea soup entered his throat, Sun Suhe vaguely felt that there seemed to be a subtle sense of disharmony in the tea, but he couldn't figure out what it was exactly.
Master Feng Luan talked about tea and Zen, and he was full of witty remarks. Sun Suhe listened casually while sipping tea, but his thoughts drifted to other places: Ah, what should I do? This little panda Master is so furry and cute.
Yeah, my heart melts when I smile. I really want to hug him and give him a rub. But that doesn’t work.
No, after hanging out with Mr. Lihua for so long, I understand a little bit about the subtle and sensitive relationship between humans and spirits. For many spirits, being regarded as a cute little animal by humans is a great shame and humiliation, let alone hugging it and rubbing it.
The words "rubbed" and "cute" are serious offences, so don't mess around with them.
"Meow, you are arrogant! You humans can't be that noble..." Mr. Li Hua's impassioned expression slowly emerged. Obviously Alice can touch her, but I can't, you stinky cat, that's all.
That's all, if you don't want to touch it, don't touch it. I'm not willing to let others rub it and touch it casually. Mutual respect is the right thing to do.
Sun Suhe quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Master Feng Luan who was talking endlessly. It was killing him. He really wanted to touch it. Speaking of which, can a red panda become a monk?
Is Master Feng Luan really a monk?
Then should he shave his head?
It's easy for humans to tell, but how do you tell which red pandas are hair and which are fur?
Sun Suhe's thoughts were like wild horses running wild, and he was confused and thinking wildly. At this moment, Master Feng Luan suddenly changed the topic: "Can we, the spirits, also practice Zen and worship Buddha? What do you think, Mr. Su He?"
Does Master Feng Luan know what I'm thinking? Sun Suhe's face turned red immediately. He felt like he was caught by the teacher for deserting in class. He smiled awkwardly: "All living beings are equal, regardless of high or low. It should be more important to meditate and worship Buddha."
Let’s do this, hey, I don’t understand Buddhism and talk nonsense, Master, don’t be offended.”
Master Feng Luan smiled and did not answer, clasped his paws in front of his chest and recited: "Namo Amitabha."
The surrounding scenery suddenly changed. Sun Suhe was shocked to find that he was sitting in an ancient temple in the mountains. Outside the temple was a moonlit night, cool breeze, withered leaves rustling, it seemed like autumn. Master Feng Luan was still sitting opposite, chanting sutras.
Not only that, he was still holding a warm tea bowl in his hand, but there was no trace of the tea room just now.
In the courtyard of the ancient temple, a beautiful lady with a beautiful face danced in the cold autumn night wind, and sighed happily: "Oh, I am so grateful. Even women like me, grass and trees, can become Buddhas if they hear this sutra."
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Sun Suhe was immediately attracted to her, and then listened to Master Fengluan Baoxiang solemnly chant and sing: "Have you ever listened carefully? Even if it is just a happy message, even if it is not love, you can become a Buddha. Why do you need to
Doubtful?"
The beauty in the wind danced gracefully and sang: "If this is true, I would be extremely grateful. Please enlighten me on the reason why this plant and plant became a Buddha."
The master said: "It is clearly stated in "Medicine of Medicinal Herbs" 2 that the vegetation, trees and land are all sentient and ruthless, and they are all the reality of dharmas."
The beauty said: "Feng Zhilan."
The mage said: "The sound of water in the valley."
They sang together: "They are all Buddhist practices. The green willows, red flowers, and the original color and fragrance of the grass and trees are also the land of Buddhahood, and they should be the land of Buddhahood."
After the beauty sang, her fragrance disappeared, the autumn wind rustled in the courtyard, and only one banana tree remained.
Master Feng Luan stood up and shook his cassock: "Namo Amitabha, Mr. Su He, this song is adapted from the ballad "Bajiao" written by Jin Chunzhu, and explains the principle in the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" that all grass, trees and lands will become Buddhas.
.Enlightenment and becoming a Buddha is not a privilege exclusive to human beings. Everyone in the land, grass, trees and land can become a Buddha, let alone 'spirits'?"
Although Sun Suhe could not fully understand the deep meaning of the song, he was touched by a strong emotion and shed a tear unconsciously from the corner of his eyes. He deeply understood the grandeur of it. Compared with it, the tension between man and spirit
Subtlety, the superiority of outsiders to the common people and the ubiquitous mutual contempt among the common people all seem boring and ridiculous.
Master Feng Luan looked at Sun Su He and felt surprised. He raised his long white eyebrows slightly and sighed: "Mr. Su He, you are very different from other humans. No wonder Li Hua, who has always had a bad attitude towards humans, is willing to do it for you."
... Mr. Su He, how did you and Li Hua meet? Yu Monk is very curious."
"This is a long story. Let me explain it to you." Sun Suhe picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, preparing to moisten his throat and start from the beginning.
But when the tea soup entered his throat, the incomprehensible sense of disobedience reappeared. What was it... Sun Suhe was shocked, as if a thunderbolt flashed through his mind. This tea is not real!
Sun Suhe followed Alice closely and had a deep understanding of the tea ceremony. A cup of high-quality tea soup not only requires good tea, good water, and good utensils at the right time, but also requires a master of tea ceremony to prepare it carefully with exquisite techniques. Because of his hard work,
It must contain a lively charm that touches people's hearts. Although the principle is mysterious, the feeling is extremely real. Sun Suhe once tasted the tea brewed by Alice herself, and he was particularly touched by it.
Although the bowl of tea in my hand tastes great, it lacks the touch. It loses its shape but its spirit. I clearly saw the girl making tea with her own hands, how could this happen? If this tea is not real, then I...
Wait, me, why am I here?
I obviously... obviously what's going on?
By the way, after Xie Yi and I escaped from the battlefield, we took the subway to a temple built in an underground rock formation, and then met Master Feng Luan in a Zen room. After that, I fainted.
Sun Suhe's thoughts quickly became clear, and an uproar suddenly arose in his heart. The tea bowl fell to the ground unsteadily, and the tea spilled all over the floor. The tea bowl rolled and buzzed, which was particularly harsh in this ancient temple deep in the mountains.
"I don't know that I am a guest in the dream, am I in the dream?" Sun Suhe's eyes suddenly sharpened, he looked straight at Master Feng Luan, and asked angrily. To talk about the acquaintance with Mr. Li Hua, one must avoid Xiao Xiong.
It is the favorite in Sun Suhe's heart
One of the biggest secrets, but just now he almost followed the other person's words and told them everything, and he didn't feel inappropriate at all. For the safety of the little bear, he specifically asked Mr. Li Hua to seal this memory to prevent detection...
How could I be so unprepared for someone I met for the first time? The more Sun Suhe thought about it, the more frightened he became. The more he thought about it, the more frightened and angry he became. The huge sword intent surged into the sky like a tidal wave, the sword energy snowflakes scattered, and the ancient temple was overwhelmed.
, it was riddled with holes in an instant.
Tiles and wooden blocks were scattered like rain, and in the swirling dust, Master Feng Luan frowned slightly: "I woke up so fast!" He sneered, pointing one claw to the sky and the other to the ground: "I am the only one in heaven and earth."
Before he finished speaking, a grand Sanskrit chant resounded through the void, the barren mountains collapsed, endless fire of karma spewed out from the ground, the ancient temple collapsed, the sky was filled with light, and a handprint larger than the mountains descended from the sky towards Sun Suhe, fierce and fierce.
But absolutely. In heaven and on earth, I am the only one. I am not myself, but my true Buddha nature. And Sun Suhe suddenly became the persistence and sin that tainted the enlightenment of Buddha nature. There is no way to go to heaven, and there is no way to enter the earth. The whole world is in ruins.
He cannot be tolerated.
If he died here, he would probably die. A strong intuition struck Sun Suhe's nerves violently, but he could not think of any way to escape from this worst nightmare.