Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

The person who came was an old man, but he was dressed differently from ordinary people. Instead, he was wearing a Baina cassock.

The top of his head is bald and has nine scars. He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his face has a kind of compassionate sadness.

The Zen stick in my hand is very ordinary, just like an old tree knot. I dug it out and washed it before holding it.

No wonder Shen Wuming recognized it as a crutch just now. It was so simple and unpretentious in shape.

"I met Benefactor Shen in Puzhao, Nanchan Temple, Wutai Mountain."

Zen Master Puzhao smiled at Shen Wuming and introduced himself politely.

But his expression was really sad, and even his smile seemed to have a bitterness to it.

Shen Wuming frowned slightly, "Do you know me?"

Zen Master Puzhao nodded, "Of course I know him, and I came here specifically to find Donor Shen!"

"What are you doing with me?"

Shen Wuming frowned deeper, subconsciously thinking of the old bastard on the Yongding River.

It seems that he was subdued by the Buddhists and placed in the Yongding River, only to be killed by himself.

This was his only interaction with Buddhism, and the ending was not very pleasant.

This old monk is probably here to seek revenge.

Zen Master Puzhao smiled bitterly, "I am a compassionate Buddha. Sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, but I care about moths and gauze lamps."

"I met a little turtle on the Yongding River back then, and I still had some temperament for practicing."

"I wanted to kill it, but I thought of the Buddha's teachings and took it into my Buddhist Vajra."

"Unexpectedly, he died at the hands of Donor Shen. I came here to seek justice from Donor Shen."

Shen Wuming's eyes were filled with a hint of coldness. So, that old turtle was raised by this monk?

So, the old monk had a share in assassinating Ye Qingcheng and others on the Yongding River and plotting against Shoutinghou Mansion?

"So? Do you want to take action?"

Shen Wuming's tone became less polite, he slowly stood up and jumped off the carriage.

Then he waved to the old monk.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense and just do it."

Zen Master Puzhao shook his head, "The poor monk just said that my Buddha is compassionate and does not want to hurt others."

"Whether it was the little turtle back then or Donor Shen today, the poor monk was unwilling to harm him."

"I came here just to ask Donor Shen to explain why he wanted to kill my Buddhist Vajra?"

Zen Master Puzhao's attitude made Shen Wuming unable to help but wonder, what are you talking about if you don't do anything?

"explain?"

Shen Wuming grinned slightly, "He wanted to kill me back then. Isn't it normal for me to kill him?"

"Isn't Jianghu just about fighting and killing? If you are not convinced, you can also kill me."

"If you are not strong enough and you are killed by me, don't cry out that you were wronged. It's that simple."

When the old monk heard this answer, his face became even more sad, "Donor Shen, I'm afraid his murderous intention is too great."

"All living beings are suffering. How can we be freed from beatings and killings? Donor Shen's temperament is even more difficult for the world!"

"Why don't you follow me to Nanzen Temple, worship the Buddha quietly, cultivate your body, and get rid of this murderous intention?"

After going around in circles for a long time, Zen Master Puzhao finally revealed his purpose.

The old bastard on the Yongding River is dead. The Buddhist family is missing a strong man, so it is a loss.

So I thought of dragging Shen Wuming to the Buddhist family, which would more or less make up for the old bastard's shortcomings.

"hehe."

Shen Wuming couldn't help but sneered, "But I still have parents to serve at home, and a wife to take care of."

"I wonder if Nanzenji Temple may allow me to bring my wife and family into the temple, but I don't mind having a place to eat and drink for free."

Zen Master Puzhao shook his head, "I'm afraid this won't work. The Buddhist rules and precepts require that you let go of the world."

"This is how you can find relief."

"Then it's okay if you don't practice Buddhism." Shen Wuming shook his head, "In other words, you are all wrong."

"The Buddha was willing to suffer in the beginning because the suffering in the world was limited. If he suffered more, the world would suffer less."

"But now you have abandoned the worldly world and only pursued your own transcendence. Are you still a Buddha?"

"If everyone practices like you, I'm afraid Buddhism will become a crooked way."

Zen Master Puzhao did not take action, and Shen Wuming also did not take action. Instead, he started discussing Buddhist principles.

Zen Master Puzhao was speechless for a moment, "I didn't expect that Donor Shen was so proficient in Buddhism, but he was just a poor monk."

"But what you said is only a partial understanding of it. How can you say that you have left the world behind?"

"But if you leave one family behind and save all sentient beings, what's the difficulty in choosing between them?"

"No, no."

Shen Wuming shook his head, "I originally thought that you are an eminent Buddhist monk, so you must have some high opinions."

"But now it seems that he is just a mountain man who is still worried about his cultivation!"

"Whether it's a family or sentient beings, they are all sentient beings, and the Buddha said that all sentient beings are equal. Do you think they are unequal?"

Zen Master Puzhao was speechless for a moment when he was asked, and his whole body was stuck.

"As for Zen Master, please go down and practice cultivation. I would be very grateful."

Seeing that he was stunned, Shen Wuming took advantage of the victory and pursued it, "I have a verse here for you!"

"Speaking."

Zen Master Puzhao took a deep look at Shen Wuming. He had heard before that Shen Wuming was an all-rounder.

Master of everything, master of everything.

Listening to him talk about Buddhism at this time, I also vaguely felt that this guy's understanding is indeed very profound.

The innate Buddhist holy body!

"What is cultivation? Why should we practice? How should we practice? You should understand it clearly before talking about it."

Shen Wuming said calmly, "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust?"

This is a dialogue between Shenxiu and Huineng, and the discussion is about spiritual practice.

And when Huineng said this, he was refuting Shenxiu.

If there is no obsession in your heart, then there is no dust, so why should you practice?

At this time, Zen Master Puzhao wanted Shen Wuming to go to Nanchan Temple to meditate and worship the Buddha to purify his murderous intention.

No matter what his intentions are, the underlying logic is his heart.

But Shen Wuming said it very straightforwardly, that is, there is no murderous intention in my heart, so why do I need to practice?

Moreover, the previous three consecutive questions also made Zen Master Puzhao fall into deep thought.

What is it? Why? How to do it?

It sounds very simple.

But as a great monk with profound Buddhist teachings, Zen Master Puzhao knows that this is by no means as easy as it seems.

"hey-hey!"

Seeing that he was stunned, Shen Wuming stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "How did the master get here?"

Zen Master Puzhao was a little confused and replied calmly: "He came over here."

"Then you walk."

Shen Wuming shook his head. There was no profound gesture of explaining the principles of Buddhism, but his eyes were full of teasing, even ridicule.