Chapter six hundred and ninety-one: the debate on the Tao
"Master wants to create Buddhism. He dares to ask what is Buddha and what is Buddhism."
A group of people are walking on the vast mountain road. The red waterfall on this extraordinary mountain is like a red waterfall. The scenery is natural, with exotic flowers and plants in the pine forest, bluestone as the road, and the tree crown as a shed.
An elegant and simple temple already stands here on the mountainside.
As everyone walked along, they couldn't help but be shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of them. They felt that even the scenery of Beimang College was better than that of Beimang College.
Master Jiu was very interested in the so-called Buddha, but when he learned that Pangpang wanted to establish a religion, he immediately became wary.
No religion can escape the sin of fooling the people.
When the trade union was first established, the world was in turmoil. At that time, all kinds of weird and heresies appeared, and they were eventually swept away by the trade union. Only then did the alliance flourish for so many years.
Master Jiu is someone who has come from a dark era, and he is naturally wary of the word religion.
Therefore, when I asked this question, I also asked Pangpang with the attitude of asking for the bottom of the casserole.
This is a very serious question, but for Pang Pang, it is just like giving a sub-question. He smiled and said: "Buddha is a false proposition. Buddha is the ability of all living beings to awaken to the way of heaven, not a 'title'
Everyone has this ability, it depends on whether you can overcome the obstacles (seeing the essence through phenomena).
The Buddha with human form: The Buddha in people's hearts has "appearance" and is also an "obstacle".
Awakening is immeasurable: it has no form, so it cannot be obtained or explained, it does not matter whether it is perfect or not, and it cannot be investigated to the end.”
Everyone was dizzy after what Pangpang said. On the contrary, Ding Xiaoyi, who was walking behind, was stunned when he heard the words, as if he understood something.
Thinking of what Pangpang did in the underworld in the past, wasn't it an attitude that was formless and immeasurable, and no longer rigidly adhered to the form?
While everyone was still confused by what Pangpang said, Pangpang continued: "Buddha is the nature of enlightenment. Buddhism is divided into stages. From the deepest level, it is said to be the Tao and Dharma of heaven. The Tao Dharma of Tathagata is inconceivable.
, that is, non-culture.
From a simple point of view, it is a teaching that leads people to be good. Good and evil have human nature, self-image, and the image of all living beings, which is culture. From the perspective of living beings, it is a teaching that uses greed to control greed and illusion to create illusions. Although it does not destroy corruption,
It’s obscene, but it doesn’t hinder the compassion that soothes the soul.”
Everyone understood this sentence clearly. The so-called three stages of Buddhism are the three functions of temples. The highest level is to make people awaken.
The second is to promote the Buddhist culture of "avoid all evil and practice all good".
The lowest level is to provide a spiritual refuge for vulnerable groups.
Pangpang's answer made everyone fall into deep thought, but Master Jiu was not that easy to fool, and his eyes suddenly became sharp after hearing this.
He doesn't care who Pang Pang is, even if his hands and eyes can reach the sky, he can change the clouds and rain, and he can suppress all the gods and demons with just one hand.
But if you want to preach based on this alone, it is impossible without explaining it clearly.
I only heard him laugh coldly: "What a good person, although he is not destroyed and corrupted, but he has the compassion to soothe the soul. The master said this because he feels that the people of our alliance are living too hard, and they have even reached the point where they want to worship in vain.
to the point?"
As soon as Master Jiu said these words, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
Even Ding Xiaoyi could tell that Master Jiu was accusing Pang Pang of fooling the people and manipulating their hearts.
I believe that no matter what era the rulers are in, they will never tolerate this, using words that sound unpleasant and have low emotional intelligence.
Only we can cut the leeks. If you cut the leeks, that is rebellion!
To put it in terms of high emotional intelligence, that is, the voice of the country is the voice of the people. Regardless of whether freedom of speech is advocated, the right to speak must always be in the hands of the country.
"A society without competition will have no vitality, and competition will inevitably produce rich and poor, and hierarchy. This is the way of heaven.
It is the inevitable price of social progress. Without weakness, where is strength? The word "strong" means weakness is already in it. Therefore, when the Buddha saved his heart from suffering, he cultivated a normal mind."
Fatty responded without changing his expression.
When the conversation reaches this level, people like Ding Xiaoyi can no longer get in the conversation.
This has risen to another level of the topic of "Tao", and the discussion involves all aspects of the Tao of the people.
Master Jiu's whole body was like a fighter that was ignited, his cloudy eyes sparkling with brilliance. Hearing this, he did not give in at all, and sneered: "I think this method is even more unprogressive.
This kind of thinking will only make people fall into the quagmire of weakness and be unable to extricate themselves.
It should be noted that the strong are still strengthening themselves, while the weak will only run away.
If Buddhism is to provide spiritual protection for these so-called 'vulnerable groups', then in my opinion, everyone believes in cause and effect and seeks blessings, so on the other hand, if they are for the disadvantaged, wouldn't it be natural and let nature take its course?
Is it okay?"
Master Jiu stared at Chubby's face without hesitation: "If you want to preach, that's fine. Everyone just needs to seek enlightenment."
Regarding Jiuye's request, Pangpang was not embarrassed, he just said with a smile: "What a person can do without learning is his good ability.
He who knows without worrying is a good conscience.
Children all love their parents as well as their elders.
Everyone knows that respecting one's brother is a sign of benevolence, and respecting one's elders is a sign of righteousness. There is no other way to achieve this in the world."
"To your conscience!"
Ding Peng's mind was moved. He never thought that the third master would respond with such a sentence, and he immediately clapped his hands and applauded in his heart.
This article "To Conscience" is the main theme of Wang Shouren's psychology in the Ming Dynasty of China. "Mencius: Devoting the Heart" is the core work of psychology.
Its meaning is probably not to compare with others, but to compare with yourself, today is better than yesterday, constantly surpass yourself, and ultimately achieve extraordinary things.
Ding Peng roughly explained the meaning of this passage to everyone, and everyone suddenly understood.
Everyone nodded and praised. Sure enough, if there is no qualified translator present for a conversation of this level, everyone will be confused.
Ding Xiaoyi frowned, as if he was thinking hard about the problem, and said to himself: "It turns out he is still a philosopher, I thought he was just a cook!"
"???"
Standing aside, when he heard this, he was stunned for a while before he realized it. He curled his lips and said helplessly: "Dad, you are talking about Wang Shouyi!"
Being reminded by his son, Ding Xiaoyi's face suddenly turned red, and he forcefully defended: "It's the same, it's the same, they are brothers after all."
"What kind of brother?"
"One is Shouren and the other is Shouyi. What are they other than brothers?"
Ding Peng rolled his eyes and immediately understood why the third master said that his father was a common man. Every time his master mentioned it, he shook his head and sighed.
It seems that except for the second master, my father looks like a piece of elm wood to anyone else, or a thief's shaft, and it is difficult to use beads.
"Hey! Dad, it's not that my son is incompetent, it's that you just can't help him up."
Ding Pengyang sighed, and suddenly he realized.
My father is the most outstanding talent in the world. With my mother, the unparalleled empress, by my side, and a genius like him behind me, holding the underworld in his left hand and the northern awn in his right hand, he has all the wealth in the world.
Below are the Second Master, the Third Master, Aunt Tu Tu, and Uncle Liao Qiu, who are all capable of taking care of me.
They say that if you stand on the wind, a pig can fly into the sky.
Such a luxurious lineup is enough to be called an epic tornado. Not to mention a pig, even a fully loaded large truck can send you to the top of the sky.
However, my father was as immovable as a mountain, and he couldn't even help him up. There was really no one in the world who could control him.
Jiuye and Pangpang had a long conversation, and finally Jiuye broke up unhappy and left with a dark face.
It's not that Jiuye ran out of words, but Pangpang finally ended this insignificant argument with one sentence: "Without the wrath of Vajra, how can you have the heart of a Bodhisattva, Amitabha?"
This was already a threat from Chi Guoguo. What could Master Jiu say? He could only lead people away in despair.
Ding Xiaoyi and his son were not surprised at all by this result.
Ding Peng even sighed in his heart: "After all, people are getting old and their thinking is too fixed. If it were someone else, maybe everyone would be happy by this time."
The implication of his words was that he naturally looked down upon Master Jiu's bureaucratic style.
After all, with his status as Pang Pang, being able to talk to you so much along the way has already given you enough face.
If the other big guys in Hades came, they would just slap them in the face, kill hundreds of thousands of people first, and then come back to talk to you. Then you would have to talk even if you don't.
"You two, please come this way!"
Pangpang didn't care at all that Jiuye and others left in anger.
Inviting the two of them to sit in the pavilion, the three of them immediately looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.
After a while, Ding Xiaoyi finally opened his mouth and said, "Pangpang... no, what should I call that master?"
"Didn't you shout already?"
Pangpang looked at him with a smile. At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi even had the illusion that Pangpang had come back.
But he soon realized that something was wrong. The fat man in front of him still had clear, kind and easy-going eyes, but compared to the fat man he knew, he lacked the natural freedom and ease.
Thinking of this, he became even more unwilling and continued to try to awaken Pangpang's memory: "That... we actually knew each other before. We drank wine together, ate meat, and stole things together."
When the monk Mingdao standing outside the pavilion heard this, veins popped out on his forehead. He glared at Ding Xiaoyi fiercely and almost called out his nine-ring tin staff to kill this guy who dared to insult the Lord Buddha.
But Ding Xiaoyi didn't care about Monk Mingdao's eyes at all. Now that he had said it all, he just said it all in one breath, at least to make himself happy.
"By the way, do you remember that when we first met, you stole a jar of lard."
"Also, you often say that Mrs. Meng doesn't wear underwear."
"Let's go to Youshan together. You kidnapped the third-handed squirrel, and then took me to raid the squirrel's lair."
He stretched his fingers and revealed all of Pangpang's great achievements over the years one by one.
Even Ding Peng was sweating on his forehead as he listened.
I thought to myself: "Third Master actually has such a past?? It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance."
If these words hadn't come from his own father's mouth, if it had been anyone else, I wouldn't believe it even to death.
But until Ding Xiaoyi revealed everything, the fat look in front of him still didn't change at all.
He sat down on the chair, and his mood suddenly hit rock bottom. He looked up at Pangpang with a wry smile and said, "I know, you may not believe it after I said so much, but..."
"I believe!"
Before Ding Xiaoyi finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and Ding Peng's eyes widened: "Do you believe such an exaggeration??"
"letter!"
Pangpang nodded: "Why don't you believe it? It's just a thing of the past. It doesn't matter if it happens, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't happen."
When Pangpang said this, Ding Xiaoyi calmed down.
Yes, no matter what others believe, he is no longer the same person as he was in the past, just as he is not Luo Zheng. Even though he was Luo Zheng in the past, at this moment, his name is Ding Xiaoyi.
When he thought of this, he felt relieved immediately.
"Amitabha, this poor monk came here to do three things, one of which is related to you."
Pang Pang clasped his hands together and looked at Ding Xiaoyi sincerely.
"With me?" His heart moved, and he suddenly felt a little surprised.
"Exactly, the first thing is for public purposes, the second thing is for personal reasons, and the third thing is for you." Pangpang said in a deep voice.
The so-called official affairs are naturally to suppress the distracting thoughts left by Sakyamuni in the world. Only by fulfilling the Buddhist destiny can one's merits be considered complete.
The so-called private matter was just for Monk Mingdao. He did some calculations and figured out that there was an unfinished cause and effect between Monk Mingdao and himself. Although he could not remember where the cause and effect came from, this did not prevent him from coming to guide Monk Mingdao to become a Buddha.
As for the third thing.
Pangpang's clear eyes looked at Ding Xiaoyi for a long time before he whispered: "I came just to kill you."
"kill me!"
The father and son looked at each other, and were suddenly shocked. Seeing how fat they were, they were no joke.
"Exactly, the calamity of the world is coming, and you are the source of the calamity." When Pangpang said this, he looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Ordinarily, you are the one who deserves the calamity, and we should have tried our best to help you, but the poor monk deduced the secret of heaven, and found that the calamity is also tied to you alone. It is both a calamity and a destiny. How strange."
"Wait, wait, wait, after all, you mean my father must die, right?"
Ding Peng understood what Pangpang meant, and waved his hands repeatedly to signal him to stop, with a bad look on his face: "Master, let's talk about it, what does my father's death have to do with any catastrophe?"
Ding Xiaoyi sat aside, his head buzzing. He never dreamed that he would happily meet Pangpang, but Pangpang actually came with the purpose of killing him?
"this!"
Fatty shook his head: "Amitabha, monks don't lie. As for the cause and effect of the calamity, a poor monk cannot yet understand it."
"Then let's wait until you have a thorough understanding of the old ginseng before we say goodbye."
After Ding Peng said this, he pulled Ding Xiaoyi away.
I saw Monk Mingdao taking a step forward and blocking the path of the two of them.
"Why, Master, you are going to use force! You want to arrest people for their dirty work. If you want to kill my father, you must also produce solid evidence."
Ding Peng said that his fingers were already placed three inches from his wrist. If he really wanted to take action today, even if he was not the third master's opponent, he would still take the gamble.
The worst he can do is take out the thing his master gave him and fight tooth and nail to save his father.
