In the early morning, the door creaked, and the skinny little girl woke up instantly, jumped off the back of the stone lion, and tiptoed. waist and escape from here along the base of the wall.
Of course Chen Pingan "got up" earlier than her. After watching the little girl leave from a distance, he stopped following her and returned to his residence. Chen Pingan was in the south of the capital. I rented a side house in a house. There was a Zhuangyuan Lane nearby, which had a great reputation. In fact, it was not as good as Xinghua Lane in my hometown. There were many shabby scholars who went to Beijing to take the exam. They failed in spring and could not afford to return home. I had to pay for travel expenses, and I could discuss knowledge with the friends I had just met in the capital, so I settled down.
Chen Pingan only had the house key, but not the courtyard door key, so he returned to his residence in a hurry. The courtyard door was open. Chen Pingan returned to his room, closed the door, and glanced The pile of books on the table and the quilt on the bed had all been touched, and the little clues were very abrupt in Chen Ping'an's eyes. He sighed, feeling a little helpless. Fortunately, there was no shortage of things.
Chen Ping'an didn't live here before. He stayed in an inn and asked for a large room where he could practice boxing and swordplay. Later, he searched for a Taoist temple to no avail and became increasingly irritable. For the first time, Ping An stopped walking and sword skills. In order to save money, he moved here and only occasionally practiced sword furnace standing.
Chen Pingan was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, dazed.
It’s not a problem to always run around like a headless fly.
Benefiting from the struggle of dripping water through the stone on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there were two battles at the Flying Eagle Castle, especially the one where the evil monk's alchemy room blew up, and the spiritual energy poured out like a flood, and Chen Ping'an's battle Going against the current, he has gained a lot. Chen Pingan is now in the fourth realm of martial arts. There are some signs of loosening the bottleneck, but he always feels that something is missing. Chen Pingan has a vague intuition. As long as he is willing, he can quickly reach the threshold of the fourth and fifth realms. Just one step, but Chen Ping'an still hopes to be more solid, but it really doesn't work. Just like Lu Tai said at the beginning, try his luck at Wushengren Temple, or find an ancient battlefield site to find the souls of those who died in battle. The heroic spirits and Yin gods.
You have to find something to do, otherwise Chen Pingan is afraid that he will get moldy.
Chen Pingan decided to stay in the capital city of Nanyuan until the end of summer. If he could no longer find the Taoist temple, he would return to Aquarius Continent and focus all his energy on the Seventh Level of Martial Arts. Cui Chan's grandfather lives over there at Luoluoshanzhulou. Chen Ping'an is very confident about this. The ten-year appointment with Ning Yao may be brought forward a few years.
However, Chen Ping'an was still a little frightened, fearing that the barefoot old man with a lofty ambition and invincible boxing skills would threaten to polish him into the strongest five or six realms.
The Third Realm was already so painful back then. Chen Pingan was really afraid that he would be beaten to death by the old man, and it would be so painful.
Chen Pingan held the back of his head with both hands and slowly closed his eyes.
I don’t know if there was a real winner between A Liang and the legendary invincible Taoist brother that day.
I don’t know that on the long journey to the Chen family in Yingyin, Liu Xianyang saw how high the highest mountain was and how big the largest water was.
I wonder if Li Baoping is happy or not studying at Cliff Academy.
I wonder if Gu Can was bullied by anyone in Shujian Lake, or if he had an extra small book for recording grudges against others.
I wonder if Miss Ruan Xiu likes the peach blossom cakes from the Qilong Lane shop.
I wonder if Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia have made new friends while traveling together, so that they can go through life and death together and conquer demons.
I wonder if Fan Er met the girl he liked in Old Dragon City.
Chen Pingan fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind.
There was Feijian on the 15th day of the lunar month in the sword-raising gourd. In fact, Chen Ping'an was sleeping rough all the way, so he was not too worried.
The owner of this house is a family of five, with three generations living under the same roof. The old man likes to go out and find people to play chess. His chess skills are weak and his chess quality is even worse. He likes to play chess.
The old woman spoke harshly and had a gloomy face all day long. It easily reminded Chen Pingan of Granny Ma from Xinghua Lane.
They were a young couple. The woman did some sewing and housework at home. She scolded her mother-in-law every day and never raised her head. According to the old saying in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, a man is a baggage dealer, that is, he carries a big baggage, buys rags everywhere, ties a small drum around his waist, and shouts loudly while walking through the streets. If he is lucky, he can pick up valuable old objects. Sell it to a familiar antique shop and you can make a lot of money once you sell it.
The couple has an average appearance, but they have given birth to a handsome-looking boy, seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth. He does not look like a baby in a back alley, but looks like a young man from a wealthy family. . When I went to school, I heard that he was very popular with the teacher. I often watched his grandfather play chess with others. He could squat for more than half an hour without saying a word. He watched the chess without saying a word. He was a true gentleman and looked like a young master. .
Everyone in the neighborhood, big or small, is close to the child and often makes fun of him. Which one do they like more, the green plum girl in the next alley or Miss Liu in the school? The child often just smiles shyly and continues to watch the chess game silently.
After Chen Ping'an fell asleep. </p>
A little thing emerged from the ground, climbed up on the table, sat next to the "book mountain", and began to doze off.
Xiaolian Ren'er is obviously proficient in the art of earth escape, which is silent and extremely fast.
Before coming to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Pingan had fun with it several times, either galloping wildly, or galloping for dozens of miles in one breath, waiting for him to stop. When the horse stops, there will always be a little guy sticking his head out of the soil at his feet and giggling at him.
Whether Chen Pingan is walking, boxing or practicing swordsmanship, it never disturbs him and always watches from a distance. Only when Chen Pingan waves to it will it come to Chen Pingan and walk along the road. Wearing the golden wine of the robe, we climbed up and finally sat on Chen Pingan's shoulders, one big and one small, enjoying the scenery together.
As for the snow money, it is temporarily stored with Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an just took a nap and was soon awakened by the movement in the yard. The old woman was chattering, the woman was croaking, the old man was hoarse, and the child was reading elementary school in the morning. According to the content in the book, the young and strong man should still be sleeping soundly.
Chen Pingan sat at the table and gently picked up a book. The little thing slowly woke up, feeling dazed, and looked at Chen Pingan blankly.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'll sleep with you."
The little thing stood up and ran to Chen Pingan, helping him open a book. page book.
Chen Ping'an was accustomed to it. The books on his desk were all newly bought after leaving Lutai and Flying Eagle Castle. At that time, Lutai said that only by reading first-class books could he hope to become a No. 1 student. Second-rate people. When it comes to reading, don’t seek to be perfect, bite off more than you can chew, focus on intensive reading, chew carefully and slowly, truly absorb all the subtleties of a classic into your stomach, and hide those beautiful images and insightful truths in sentences. One by one, all the energy and energy between you can be used for your own use. This is called reading. Otherwise, it is just flipping through books. After reading thousands of volumes, it will be a two-legged bookcase.
Chen Ping'an was enlightened at that time. If it hadn't been for Lu Tai's reminder, he would have bought a good book every time he saw it, and read it carefully and slowly, but the sea of books has no limit. Life is limited, and Chen Ping'an has to practice boxing and swordplay as well as looking for Taoist temples. He finally has some spare time left, which should really be used to read the best books.
Lu Tai gave him a book list, but Chen Ping'an treasured the piece of paper and did not follow the book list to buy books. Instead, he bought the classics of Confucian Yasheng. .
It is a pity that the books of the literary sage and old scholar are no longer available in the market.
Chen Pingan wanted to see "Three and Four" and compare them.
Emotionally speaking, of course Chen Pingan is the mostI am leaning toward Mr. Qi, the old scholar who loves to drink and talk while drinking. But there is no problem if you like, admire and respect a person. If you feel that what that person says and does is all right, you will There are big problems.
Are the literary sages and old scholars highly educated? Of course it is very high. According to the young Cui Chan, it was once so high that all scholars felt that they were "at the peak of their powers."
So is Chen Ping'an qualified to think that the old scholar's theory is not the most reasonable?
It seems like a small thing is shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous, but in fact it exists, because there is a sub-sage, and there are many classics left by the sub-sage.
Chen Ping'an once told Ning Yao's parents that to truly like someone is to like their bad qualities.
I also told the boy in green and the girl in pink skirt, "If I am wrong, remember to remind me."
However, deep down in Chen Pingan's heart, of course, he still hopes that after seeing the knowledge of both sides of the March 4th dispute, he can sincerely feel that the literary sage and the old scholar are more correct.
Then next time I drink with the old man, we will have something to talk about.
Chen Ping'an sat upright, reading slowly and in a soft voice. Whenever he reached the end of a page, Xiaolian would quickly turn over a new page with his hands and feet.
Then he continued to sit back at the table, between Chen Pingan and the books on the table, imitating Chen Pingan's upright sitting posture. He pricked up his ears and listened quietly to the music above his head. The sound of reading.
In the courtyard outside the house, which is filled with the smoke and smoke of the market, Chen Ping'an, who is wearing a white robe and carrying a sword and hanging a gourd, is like a strange person far away in the horizon.
Just pay.
Not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, there are wine shops and brothels, as well as temples with the sound of Sanskrit. Although they are close, they are as far away as two worlds.
Chen Pingan can often see monks going out for alms. Although they are thin, most of them have peaceful faces. Even if they are not wearing cassocks, you can still tell the difference between them and the common people at a glance. .
As for the Goulan Wine Shop, it is often bustling with people at night, and the entire street is filled with a rich smell of powder, which often doesn't stop until the early morning. Although the characters there, whether they were guests drinking flower wine or women toasting, were dressed in brocade and silk, they looked haggard once the joy came to an end. Chen Ping'an saw several times that those women went back to unload their clothes after seeing the guests off the brothel. After removing all the make-up and make-up from her face, it was dawn, and she walked out of the side door of the brothel and arrived at an alley crowded with vendors. She sat there and drank a bowl of rice porridge or wontons. Some women fell asleep on the table while eating. . </p>
**A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold, like borrowing money from God and having to pay it back.
Some vendors who are familiar with the hook-up women like to talk dirty. Some women are careless and perfunctory, in order to save a few coins, and some are extra sincere. , they were supposed to be used to having low eyebrows and flattering, so they started to curse loudly, and the vendors cowered. When the women left, they started to scold them for being nothing more than sluts in the flesh business. How could they be so shameless? Daughter.
The next day, the brothel girls who scolded others still came, and the street vendors who were scolded yesterday would still peek at their white little hands with sleeves exposed, so white that they were as white as the chopping board. They look like pork. Compared to my own yellow-faced women, they are like heaven and earth. I really don’t know how these pretty ladies were born and raised. Just thinking about touching their breasts will cost you money. After half a year of hard work, I can only sigh.
The Nanyuan Kingdom has been without war for hundreds of years. The country is peaceful and peaceful. Generations of kings have ruled from generation to generation. They have neither a reputation nor a reputation.
Therefore, there is no night ban in the capital. Heroes in the world are carefree, carrying swords and swords, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. The government never cares about it. If they meet on the road, they will dismount immediately, and both parties will greet them politely. After a few chats, we became friendly, and we drank together nearby. You talked about the helpless promotions in the officialdom, and I talked about the moves between the powerful masters in the world. After two or two, two or three kilograms of wine would definitely not stop me.
In order to find the Taoist temple, Chen Pingan would wander around the capital every day, seeing all kinds of things in the city, and also seeing some weird things hidden in the city.
As long as they don’t take the initiative to provoke him, Chen Pingan doesn’t want to pay attention to them.
Lu Tai once said something that I didn’t feel deeply about at the time, but now the more I chew it, the more it tastes.
When you go up the mountain and practice Taoism, you will only feel that there are more and more ancient spirits and ghosts in the world.
Chen Pingan closed the book, and an hour passed by like this, and he was ready to go out and continue wandering.
Although Chen Pingan became more and more agitated during the search for Taoist temples, it was not that Chen Pingan did not try to calm down. In fact, he made a lot of efforts and went to temples of all sizes. , burn incense and worship Buddha, walk alone in the shade of trees on quiet paths, and record every temple he visits on bamboo slips. The small temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane is the one Chen Pingan goes to the most. The temple is not big, and it only counts the abbot. Over time, the dozen or so people became familiar with each other. Whenever Chen Pingan felt restless, he would go there and sit there, not necessarily talking to the monks, even if he just sat alone under the eaves, listening to the tinkling of the wind chimes. , can kill a hot afternoon.
Nanyuan KingdomBuddhism was worshiped and Taoism was demoted. There were many temples in the capital and local areas, and incense was flourishing. Taoist temples were rare, and there was not even one in the capital.
In recent days, a shocking secret has been making waves in the capital. A huge scandal has occurred in Baihe Temple, one of the four major temples in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. Baihe Temple has always been The abbot is famous for his profound Buddhist teachings and a living golden body. After the death of eminent monks in the past generations, they were able to leave incorruptible bodies or burn relics. The other three temples are ashamed of themselves in this regard.
This is also regarded as a clear proof that Buddhism in Nanyuan Kingdom is prosperous and far superior to its neighboring countries.
But not long ago, a senior monk who was practicing in Baihe Temple, who was elected as the abbot the year before last, ran out of the temple one day and went directly to Dali Temple to file a lawsuit. After hearing this, all the officials, including the Minister of Dali Temple, looked at each other in shock. It turned out that the old monk had informed Baihe Temple about poisoning his food and plotting to pour mercury into his body after his death. Not only that, he also exposed The monks of Baihe Temple committed many crimes, including deceiving a noble lady from the capital who paid a lot of money to beg for a child, and committed six major crimes in total.
This case was so shocking that it directly alarmed His Majesty the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, who ordered a thorough investigation into the matter. As a result, most of the three hundred monks of Baihe Temple were imprisoned, and the rest were expelled from the capital. If you cancel your membership certificate, you will no longer be able to be a monk in this life.
The remaining three temples still have a transcendent status and are deeply rooted after all. However, they have affected many small temples with little reputation. For example, the Xinxiang Temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane has obviously seen fewer pilgrims recently. .
The abbot of Xinxiang Temple is an old monk with a strong local accent. He is kind-faced and tall. After thirty years in Beijing, the old monk still has the same local accent and does not like others. The talk about the subtleties and profoundness of Buddhism was mostly a short chat between parents. Every time he went to the temple to sit around, Chen Pingan had to work hard to understand. Chen Pingan had a very good impression of this old monk, and he saw through it without saying anything. The host is a practicing person, but he has not yet reached the fifth level.
Chen Pingan left the alley and went to Xinxiang Temple, intending to sit quietly there and practice setting up sword furnaces.
In just two miles, Chen Pingan passed a martial arts hall and a bodyguard agency, especially the high wall of the martial arts hall with the plaque "Magnificent Mountains and Rivers" hanging on it. Every time he passed by, there were a group of people. The man was humming and hahaha, probably practicing boxing. The street outside the escort agency is often crowded with escort cars. Young men and women are all high-spirited and high-spirited, while the old people are much more silent. If they accidentally see Chen Pingan, they will nod in greeting, and Chen Pingan will hand over his hand at first. He returned the gift, and when they met later, he took the initiative to salute. Without thinking about it, the old man lost interest and simply didn't look at Chen Ping'an.
Afterwards, Chen Pingan figured out the joints and laughed dumbly.
Mostly I think of myself as aAfter meeting Jianglong, and later finding out where he lived, he underestimated himself. His overly "pleasant" manners made the veterans of the escort agency think that he was just an embroidered pillow.
Chen Pingan found it quite interesting.
There are many martial arts schools and escort bureaus in the capital. Those martial arts sects that have made a name for themselves like to set up halls here. The high-level courtyards are as good as the residences of princes, princes and ministers. , there is no need to taboo any violation of etiquette. On the contrary, there are very few rumors about Qi practitioners. Even the national master is just a master of martial arts.
But the most interesting thing is the characters inside an inconspicuous house. The men and women who come in and out are almost all martial arts practitioners and practitioners in the world, but they are deliberately hidden. Identity, simple dress, and serious smile. Chen Pingan once saw a master who was most likely a master of the Sixth Level of Martial Arts. He was accompanied by a young woman wearing a curtain hat. Her face could not be seen clearly, but her figure was graceful. She should be A beauty.
Unconsciously, Chen Pingan began to look at the world in another way.
When we arrived at Xinxiang Temple, there were very few pilgrims in the temple. Most of them were elderly nearby neighbors, so the monks and novices in the temple all had sad faces.
The main reason why Chen Pingan has been so diligent in visiting recently is that he feels that the end of the old host is approaching.
Today, the old monk seemed to know that Chen Pingan was coming, so he had been waiting in the corridor of a side hall early.
Two round bulrush seats were placed, and the two sat opposite each other.
Seeing that Chen Pingan was hesitant to speak, the old monk got straight to the point and said with a smile: "The abbots of Baihe Temple in the past generations have never had a real golden body. It is not as good as the rumors outside that they are all liars. , You don’t need to kill the thousand-year history of Baihe Temple with a stick.”
It’s good to see it.
But the premise is that the old monk saw the evil first.
The old monk smiled again and said: "It's just that after the poor monk died, I originally wanted to burn a few relics to add more incense to the temple, but now it seems that it is difficult. I have to hide it for a while."
Chen Pingan asked doubtfully: "Is this considered Buddhist cause and effect?"
The old monk nodded. Said: "Naturally, in the capital city of Nanyuan, Baihe Temple and Xinxiang Temple have never intersected. It seems that the cause and effect are blurred, but in fact it is not. In Buddhism, everything in the world is closely connected. ."
This is the first time that the old monk said "Buddhism" in front of Chen Pingan.
The old monk hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Actually, there is cause and effect between the two temples, but it's just too mysterious and subtle, too... too small for a poor monk.I’m not sure I can say it, I still need the donor to experience it. ”
The two chatted without being strict. The old monk was often interrupted by the young novice monks, chatting about trivial things in the temple, and left Chen Pingan aside. Chen Pingan often also Bring a few bamboo slips or a book to read and write without feeling disrespectful.
Chen Pingan did not bring a book today, but only brought a slender bamboo slip and a handful. Small carving knife.
Chen Pingan never gets tired of old things. The carving knife was given by the store when he bought the jade plaque.
The old monk was very talkative today. , Regarding Buddhism, I didn’t mention it much anymore, and we just talked casually as before, talking about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, emperors, generals, traders and soldiers, and hundreds of schools of thought, just like a family.
Time is long.
The old monk smiled and asked: "Can a literati and official who has been notorious for thousands of years write beautiful calligraphy and win universal praise?" poetry? "
Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes. ”
“A famous person and general who is famous in history, does he have secrets and flaws that are unknown to everyone? "
"Yes. "
The old monk smiled and said: "That's right, don't go to extremes in anything. When trying to reason with others, you are most afraid of saying, "I want all the truth." What I fear the most is that once I get along with others, I will not see the good in them at all. Above the temple, party strife, even party strife, which is regarded by later generations as a gentleman's strife, still has a long-lasting legacy of disasters. This is because gentlemen and wise men also do wrong in these things. "
The old monk continued: "But in the party struggle in the court, if you are weak and talk about these big principles, you will probably die miserably. It is really no wonder that those scholars who have become officials . In this case, can we say that the call made by the poor monk has gone full circle and is all nonsense? Why do you say it? "
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "An old gentleman told me a similar truth. He taught me to think about everything, even if I think about it in a big circle, I will go back to it. Although it takes a lot of effort to get to the starting point, it is still beneficial in the long run. "
The old monk nodded happily, "This gentleman has a lot of knowledge. "
Chen Pingan rubbed the green bamboo slip with his fingers and said softly: "One time, the old gentleman was drunk and his eyes were blurry. He seemed to be asking me, but... In fact, he was probably asking everyone, this is what he said, how many books have you read before you dare to say that this world is 'just like this', and how many people have you met before you dare to say that men and women are 'all this virtuous'? How much peace and suffering have you seen with your own eyes before you dare to judge the good and evil of others? ”
The old monk sighed: "This gentleman must have a hard life."
Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, but he still couldn't figure it out, and asked curiously: "Does Buddhism really advocate 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately?'"
The old monk smiled and said: "Before answering, I have a question, do you think this statement is scary? , and it is unique, but after chewing it, I always feel that it is a shortcut, not the true method."
Chen Pingan scratched his head, "I haven't even read the general Buddhist teachings, how can I know it? It's not the Dharma."
The old monk laughed loudly, "Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately. People in the world only see the shortcut, which is unbelievable. But they don't know that the real mystery lies in realizing that 'the butcher's knife is in my hand'. It means "knowing evil". There are many situations in the world. Many people do evil but do not know it. Many people do evil because they know it. In the final analysis, they all have a bloody butcher knife in their hands. If they can truly let go, they can look back. , isn’t it a good deed?”
The old monk went further, “Zen Buddhism still seems surprising to outsiders, but in fact the hard work before enlightenment is invisible to ordinary people. It’s just that you don’t want to do it after seeing it. Is it difficult to become a Buddha? Of course it is difficult. Knowing the Dharma is difficult, but observing, protecting and spreading the Dharma is even more difficult..."
< p>The old monk suddenly stopped talking and sighed, "There is no 'but'. Since the poor monk, who is a Buddhist, can't do it himself, why should I tell you such a far-reaching truth?"Chen Pingan smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter, no matter how far the truth is, let's not say whether I will go or not. I can know that it is there, which is also a good thing."
The old monk waved his hand and said, "Let me rest for a while and drink a cup of tea to moisten my throat. I'm almost smoky."
The old monk shouted, and a building not far away In the monastery, there was a young novice monk who seemed to have his head down while chanting sutras but was actually dozing off. He suddenly opened his eyes. After hearing the old monk's words, he quickly went to bring two bowls of tea to the abbot and the guests.
Not far away there is a towering tree with dense shade. There is a small yellow warbler parked, pecking at it.
Chen Pingan drinks tea quickly, while the old monk drinks tea slowly.
Chen Pingan smiled and handed the tea bowl back to the young monk. Before the old monk drank half of the bowl, Chen Pingan lowered his head and picked up the bamboo slip. There was a trace of difficulty on the left and right ends. Perceived marks.
Chen Pingan looked left, right, and both ends.
The bamboo slips are like a small ruler.
After drinking the tea, the old monk turned around and looked around. On a hot summer day, the scorching sun was scorching the world, and it was rare for people to stay cool. He spoke intermittently with emotion.
"In the age of the end of the Dharma, people in the world are like grass in drought years, all withered and without moisture."
"The truth still needs to be explained."
"Buddhism is the teachings of monks. Etiquette is the teachings of Confucian scholars. Taoism is the teachings of Taoists. In fact, they are not bad. Why stick to the sect? If it is right, just use it , Eat it in your own stomach."
Chen Ping'an looked away from the bamboo slips, looked up, smiled, and nodded: "That's right."
The old monk looked at the temple courtyard outside the corridor railing, "This world has always been indebted to good people. How could there be no right or wrong? It's just that we don't go far to find out. We don't have to talk about it, or even deliberately confuse right and wrong. , but you have to be aware of it. It’s a pity that things are so helpless, and there are more and more smart people, and those with as many eyes as lotus tend to like to be sarcastic, deny pure kindness, and hate the sincerity of others.”
"Chen Ping'an, how you see the world will be how the world sees you."
Then the old monk made a redundant move, as if repeating: "You look at it, and it also looks at you." I'm looking at you."
Chen Ping'an thought about it and felt it made sense, but didn't think about it deeply.
The old monk talked a bit too much today, and Chen Ping'an was someone who was willing to think carefully, so for a while, he didn't follow the old monk so far.
The old monk suddenly smiled brightly and said: "Almsgiver Chen, are the old monk's words good today?"
In Chen Ping'an's heart A little sad, he smiled and said: "Very good."
The old monk smiled and asked: "I heard you talk about 'sequence', 'big and small', 'good and evil' before." "The old monk wants to hear it again."
Chen Ping'an's words were unfamiliar and unclear the first time, but the truth and truth always became clearer the more he spoke, like a mirror. Wipe it from time to time to remove dust, and it will become brighter and brighter.
There is an order of right and wrong. First, clarify the order. Don’t skip. Just talk about the truth you want to say.
Right and wrong are also divided into big and small. Use one, two or even multiple rulers to measure the size. These rulers can be all the righteous and good laws in the world, Legalist laws, Confucian etiquette, The calculations of the master can be borrowed for use. Bottom-line laws, high morals, local customs, and precise arithmetic are all involved. They cannot be generalized. It is extremely complicated and laborious to study.
After that, good and evil are finally determined.
Invisibly, there is a three-fourth debate between good and evil in human nature, so it no longer becomes an insurmountable obstacle for scholars, becauseBecause this is something to talk about at the end, rather than the beginning of reading, it is the first thing that needs to be decided.
At the end is the word "行".
Educating the common people, spreading the Dharma to the world with a Bodhisattva's heart, cultivating a pure body by himself, you can do whatever you like.
The old monk looked calm. After listening to Chen Pingan's story, he clasped his hands together and lowered his head and said: "Amitabha."
Chen Pingan looked at the The little yellow warbler was just sitting on the cornice, looking at the little novice monk who was cleaning the temple.
Chen Pingan looked away, and the old monk smiled and said: "The temple is not there, the monk is there, the monk is not there, the scriptures are there, the scriptures are not there, the Buddha is there, the Buddha is not there, the Dharma is still there. It is the heart. There is no monk left in Xiangsi Temple, and there is not a single scripture left. As long as there are people who still have Buddhism in their hearts, Xinxiang Temple will still be there."
The old monk turned his head and looked at the quiet courtyard again. , there was only the rustling sound of the little novice sweeping the floor.
The old monk's vision was blurred and he murmured: "The poor monk seems to have seen a lotus blooming in the world."
Chen Pingan was silent.
The old monk lowered his head and moved his lips slightly, "Go."
The little novice monk in the distance looked towards the corridor, holding his arms Broom, complaining to the old monk, "Master, the sun is so bright, can I clean it later? It's going to be too hot."
Chen Pingan turned his head and pointed as if The old monk, who was sleeping soundly and dozing, then stretched out his finger to his mouth and made a hissing sound.
The little novice monk quickly kept silent, and then secretly had fun, haha, I like to be lazy, it turns out that the master also likes to sleep.
He tiptoed to enjoy the shade under the eaves of the main hall. The little oriole plucked up the courage and flew to the shoulder of the little novice. The little novice was stunned for a moment, turned his head deliberately, and made a face at it. , scared the little yellow warbler and flew away quickly. The dumb novice monk touched his bald head and felt a little guilty.
On the round seat of cattail grass in the corridor, the dead old monk maintained his loose sitting posture.
But it seems that this small world has lifted up its spirits.
Chen Ping'an remembered Lu Tai's words for no reason.
When people die, they sleep.