Quick travel god stick demeanor

The monk in plain clothes approached from far away, walking leisurely, with a peaceful expression and a slight smile on his lips.

His walking posture is very strange, very different from ordinary people. It is neither the footsteps of a lady from a famous family and her skirt and shirt still, nor is it that a gentleman is sitting like a bell and moving like the wind, but step by step, seemingly slow but actually fast, seemingly slow. Casually has a specific rhythm, and the pause is firm and powerful.

But the swaying range of the clothes is not large, like the waves of wheat under the autumn wind, gracefully undulating.

There is the chicness of a prodigal son, the reserve of a literati, the lightness of a dancer, and the self-confidence of a swordsman.

The golden sunlight renders a tall and tall figure, the twelve-point ring scar on the top of the head is like a pearl pointing the night on the blue scalp, if there is a sandalwood that seems to be absent, floating in the wind, the handsome face looks extraordinarily beautiful under the neutralization of temperament. Soft, doesn't look aggressive.

Master Shanci from Hanshan Temple had never seen a Buddha, but he had a clear understanding the first time he saw it.

Yes, this is the Buddha.

Needless to say, it lives up to its name.

Before seeing the Buddha, Shanci thought countless times, what should the Buddha be like?

Is it holy, majestic, compassionate, or pure?

The moment he saw clearly, all his imagination was overturned.

This Buddha who walks in the world is not pure, but full of contradictions all over his body.

Good and evil, black and white, good and evil, gentle and cruel, sentimental and ruthless, the boundaries in Buddha's body are not clear, but very blurred, and even have a tendency to blend faintly.

This is a person who can pity the humble ants and easily take the life of the wicked.

However, Shanci is full of a strange sense of certainty about the identity of the Buddha, as if guided by fate, and has a feeling in his heart.

The Buddha has the mind of a bodhisattva, and also has the angry eyes of a vajra.

Which body should be used to get it, that is, what body should be used to get it. ①

Xie Ange walked not far from the two of them, lowered his head slightly, his neck bent into a beautiful arc, like a swan hanging his head, put his hands together at his heart, bowed slightly at the back of his palms, and slightly bent his palms, "Amitabha."

Approaching the old abbot again, he raised his head and said, "Master, the disciple is here."

Jie An raised his right hand and pointed at Mudun, "Sit." Then he pointed to Xie Ange and said to Shanci, "This is my apprentice."

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, it is better to see once than to hear a hundred times. I saw the Buddha today, and it is true. This trip is worthwhile." Shanci's eyes were bright and she did not seem to be old, she said very sincerely.

"This is the benevolent master of Hanshan Temple."

"Master Shanci speaks too seriously." Xie Ange said very seriously.

He thinks that he is excellent, with literary and martial virtues, and worthy of everyone's praise, but the world requires him to be humble, if he flatters himself, he will be called frivolous.

Unsurprisingly, the old abbot was as immobile as a mountain, and drank his tea calmly.

Master Shanci also saw that the Buddha's words were insincere. He was a little surprised, but he was not surprised. Before, he only thought that the Buddha should be like that, but now Xie Ange only needs to stand there, and people feel that he is the Buddha, the Buddha That's how it should be.

Thus, Master Shanci discussed Buddhism with Xie Ange in a friendly manner.

As time went by, Master Shanci's conversation became more and more intense. He and Xie Ange back and forth, arguing with each other, and Abbot Jiechen couldn't intervene in a word.

No one knew that Shanci's heart had set off a huge wave.Since he converted to Buddhism, he eats fast and recites Buddha's name, pities the poor and the weak, abides by the rules and regulations, and reads Buddhist classics well. He has never relaxed his cultivation for a day.

As of today, he is more than 120 years old, and he can be called a Buddhist know-it-all.

He has also consulted with various advanced Buddhists for advice on Buddhism, but he has never tried his best - because it is unnecessary, if he has not been living in a semi-reclusive mountain temple, he will definitely be famous all over the world.

And Xie Ange is still not satisfied with his weak crown years, and his cultivation base in Buddhism is already on par with him.

Shan Ci took a long breath, then exhaled another breath, looked at Xie Ange and sighed, "Heaven is also jealous."

"The master's teachings are boundless, and the monk also deeply admires it." Xie Ange said seriously.

I know everything about my own family. He just took advantage of several lifetimes. Relying on his good memory, he forcibly memorized the Buddhist classics collected in Fahua Temple. prevailed.

But Master Shanci is really relying on his own strength to delve into the Dharma and cultivate diligently.Every word he uttered was something he himself recognized and took for granted, so he took it out to discuss the law with others.

What is even more awe-inspiring is that this master is not only learning and understanding Buddhism, but also "doing" Buddhism.

Buddhism is his persistence and belief, and it is his three views.

In the morning bell and evening drum, there are his Buddhas; in knocking scriptures and chanting Buddha, there are his Buddhas; in receiving people and things, there are also his Buddhas; in the world of mortals, there are his Buddhas.

However, Xie Ange was different.

He recognized the Tao first, and then the Buddha.

Even though Buddhism merged with local culture in order to enter the Central Plains, drawing lessons from Taoism, Confucianism, Yin-Yangism and other theories, its core remains unchanged.

Daogu Buddha clothing, even if the Zen theory won, Xie Ange knew that he had actually lost.

"Throughout the ages, knowing is easy and doing is difficult. How many people are there who have the unity of knowledge and action like the master? Today, I have benefited a lot from discussing the Dharma with the master. I also invite the master to accept a gift from the monk." Xie Ange finished his salute, and slowly He closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

"Amitabha!" The old abbot chanted the Buddha's name, and left with Master Shanci, leaving space for Xie Ange.

Zeng Zi said: "My day and my body are three times: do you want to be unfaithful? Do you not believe in making friends? Do you not know how to pass on?"

And how long has it been since I reflected on myself?

What is my way?

Am I on my way?

Has my way been refined?

Am I constantly and humbly learning?

……

Question after question, ruthlessly tortured his own soul, Xie Ange gradually felt ashamed.

During this process, each negative answer made him sweat coldly, and thunder after thunder resounded in his consciousness, shattering his senseless arrogance bit by bit.

In the sun, under the tea tree, beside the tea, there was a monk with his eyes closed, his brows raised, sweat dripping off his skin.

Dao, broken and reassembled, not as delicate as before, but much stronger.

The spiritual consciousness has changed from a stream to a lake, and the divergent streams converge in the big lake, and the crystal clear stream turns into an unfathomable lake, and the sword intent is polished little by little under the heavy water.

The outgoing and aggressive aura is slowly gathered in the heart, and it will be easier to manipulate in the future.

In the end, Xie Ange had to admit that his Taoism was beautiful, radiant like glazed glass, but too fragile, with a slight push, he would be crushed to pieces.

But this is just the beginning, from now on, he wants his way to be as clear and spotless as a diamond, as firm as a diamond.

Xie Ange breathed out a foul breath, his body and mind relaxed for a moment, the gentleness between his brows and eyes and the smile on his lips became more real. He stood up and moved his body, and the sound of bones and joints rubbing like popping beans sounded extraordinarily special. Refreshing.

The rich aura centered on Xie Ange and swept away in all directions. The tea tree next to him crazily sprouted new buds, forming small white flowers with tender yellow stamens shaking slightly.

At this time, it is the time when the sun is setting on the west mountain, the setting sun is shining, the evening breeze is blowing, and the tired birds are returning to their nests.The golden-red clouds in the sky are gorgeous and bright, and the gaps between the clouds are mysterious purple. It is as beautiful as an oil painting, which is painted with the color of the sunset by a skilled painter.

The drums in Fahua Temple sounded, and the bells echoed, ringing to stop the clouds.

When the aura erupted, it seemed that the brightness of the entire sky was turned up, and the part where the setting sun connected with the horizon turned into the purest golden color, which was caused by too much yang energy.

Looking at the land from a bird's eye view, the entire Jiankang City is shrouded in aura, and the filth and turbidity in the corners are also cleaned up. The ancient city has a new look, and it is full of vitality again.

Consciousness is like a fine net extending outwards with the aura, Xie Ange can see all kinds of things in the city in an instant.

The young man who was tortured by the illness and could only rest in bed suddenly calmed down in pain, and hesitantly said to a woman: "Mom, I don't seem to be in so much pain anymore."

The girl who cleaned the room rubbed her eyes, feeling a little dazed, "Why is it so clean here? Has my daughter cleaned it?" Then she was happy for this little luck.

"The relic is glowing!!" The monk who added the lamp oil put down the lamp oil, turned around and ran out, running wildly, "God, the Buddha has appeared!"

……

Xie Ange can watch scenes that were very boring and meaningless before, but now Xie Ange can watch them thoughtfully.It turned out that this was the smell of fireworks, and it didn't look so bad.

The next day, the common people talked a lot about the strange events of last night, restaurants, teahouses, flower streets, willow alleys, streets and alleys, there were gathered heads everywhere, chirping, more excited than sparrows.The major temples welcomed wave after wave of pilgrims, and easily climbed to the peak of performance, and the threshold of Fahua Temple was almost broken.

*****

"Of course, have you thought it through?" Jie An looked at his disciple, pleased with his epiphany, but also worried about his ability to act.

"Yes, I have already thought it over clearly." Xie Ange nodded, "It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. It is common for Buddhist disciples to go out and travel. Such eminent monks as Master, Master Shanci, and Master Yiye... It is almost all over the world. My disciples are not talented, and I would like to imitate my predecessors, travel around the world, combine knowledge and action, promote Buddhism, and save myself and others."

The old abbot's white eyebrows trembled, and he sighed softly, "But in this world... I am really worried about my teacher."

"Master, you don't need to worry too much." Xie Ange said calmly and clearly, "Nanliang——Buddhist temple, there are many believers, and when I go out, my disciple will have fellow disciples to help me. Even if the rest of the people do not help me, they will not make things difficult. "

"Northern Qi Dynasty—Emperor Wu destroyed Buddhism and died suddenly. The new emperor believes in Buddhism and re-establishes Buddhist temples. Monks and nuns must be treated preferentially."

"Furthermore, this disciple is physically strong and has a little knowledge of martial arts. It is no problem to climb mountains and cross rivers. If there are thieves and robbers..." Xie Ange's mouth curved into a playful arc, "I will not suffer from it."

It is not certain who will suffer!

Hearing this, the old abbot immediately thought of his disciple's outstanding martial arts talent, and immediately understood what the apprentice meant, and fell silent for a while, wondering if he should sympathize with those thieves and robbers.

"Well, since you have made up your mind to go, I won't stop you as a teacher. It's just that it's inconvenient to go out. As a teacher, I can only teach you a little bit of experience."

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