Dhyana?
This person actually knew Dhyana?
Born to sit but not lie, dead to lie but not sit?
How can a pile of smelly bones be considered a good deed?
Those who did not understand could not even understand it, but those who truly understood would know that this Dhyana was filled with profound meaning. It was so exquisite that even a typical Buddhist master would not be able to say it!
Zhang Ye's Dhyana meant: A pile of smelly bones is an outward appearance that will rot. If one was obsessed with the dharma of meditation, but did not understand Dhyana, it would manifest itself as "born to sit but not lie, dead to lie but not sit". Thinking about it this way, the combination of the Four Elements and Six Elements, what was the establishment of merit? What was the Dharma? Or to put it simply, Zhang Ye was telling them: Do you want to learn Dhyana or Buddha? If it was Dhyana, Dhyana could not be achieved. If it was Buddha, Buddha did not have a fixed posture, so could it be achieved? Using Dhyana to achieve Buddha was not a path!
In Buddhism, gathas and Dhyana were all called in this way, and not poems. But to Zhang Ye, this was no different from a poem!
"You …" A young monk said in disbelief.
Not only him, even the abbot could not accept such a profound Dhyana coming from the mouth of a "martial man" who had beaten four of his disciples!
The abbot looked into Zhang Ye's eyes and said, "Almsgiver, do you know Dhyana?"
Many people in the film crew did not understand Zhang Ye's gatha, but when they saw the monks' shocked expressions, they knew how impressive Zhang Ye's words were.
Yao Jiancai laughed.
The Assistant Director laughed.
Many other people in the film crew also laughed.
They knew that when it came to acting, Zhang Ye was a complete layman. He was inferior to a typical rookie, or else he would not have wasted so many scenes. He had not even filmed a few actions. But when it came to composing poems and literature, Teacher Zhang Ye was an expert among experts. The entire film crew stacked together could not even compare to one of Zhang Ye's fingers. Or it could be said that this was his specialty! Everyone laughed because they knew that this bunch of monks had met a tough nut to crack! Some people are alive, but he is already dead. Some people are dead, but he is still alive. Some of them knew of Zhang Ye through this poem and this sentence. This short sentence was enough to show Zhang Ye's literary prowess!
Zhang Ye smiled. "I can't say I understand."
"You don't have to be humble. Just that gatha just now, even an eminent monk who has been meditating for a few years or even decades might not be able to say it. Hehe, it's rare to meet one. Then, let's have a discussion on Zen?" His disciple had been beaten, so the abbot was probably holding back his anger. Fighting? Since they couldn't beat him in a fight, they changed to a battle of words!
Little Yan could not help but snicker. Competing with Teacher Zhang in literary attainments? They immediately cheered for Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, compete with him!"
"Yes! Go! "
"Let them experience it!"
"Haha, there are still people who dare to compete with Zhang Ye in literature?"
"Uh, this is Zen, right? Can Teacher Zhang do it? "
"Isn't Zen also literature? It's almost the same."
Everyone started shouting, urging Zhang Ye to have an intellectual battle with the monk. Most of them were very confident in Zhang Ye. Only a small number of people did not know Zhang Ye's background and did not think highly of him.
An old monk sneered. "Discussing zen with the abbot?"
Another monk said, "His six senses are impure, how can he talk about zen?"
"A layman dares to discuss zen with our abbot? He's overestimating himself. "A young monk snorted. Yes, although he had been shocked by Zhang Ye's Zen.
This bunch of monks did not watch television, so they did not know Zhang Ye's background.
It could be seen that both sides could not take this lying down. They could not fight, nor could they fight, but they had to decide who was better. They had to vent their anger!
Zhang Ye said indifferently, "Alright, then you go ahead."
Taking some time, Zhang Ye did a few actions with his hands. He bought a Memory Search Capsule from the game ring's Merchant Shop and ate it. He quickly recalled the Zen gatha from his world. These words were easier to recall. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Ye had already done it. Humans strive for pride, Buddhas strive for incense. Over the past two days, his Reputation had increased a little. It was more than enough to buy a Memory Search Capsule. It was not for anything else, but for posturing!
He saw that a female stage worker had already started recording with her cell phone!
Look at how quick-witted she was. Zhang Ye wanted to give her a Like. She was really perceptive!
What were the requirements for the highest realm of posturing? Firstly, it needed an inhumane opponent. Secondly, it needed a bunch of noisy onlookers. Thirdly, it needed a recording device, so that Zhang Ye's flirtatiousness could be broadcasted to the greatest extent. He could not admire himself!
These three requirements were all met!
The abbot said softly, "Almsgiver's gatha from before meant that meditation is useless. This old monk does not agree with this point. This old monk does not want to rely on meditation to seek Buddha. Meditation is a method, a way to cultivate the mind. You are a martial artist, so you should know the importance of methods for learning martial arts. I am dedicated to Buddha, you are dedicated to martial arts. It is the same principle. Just like how you beat up my disciples as a bully. Wasn't that the method you used?"
At this moment, when the highest leader of the film crew, Director Jiang, heard this, the anger he had suppressed flared up again. He angrily snorted!
"What a nuisance!"
"Teacher Zhang was bullying the weak?"
"He even beat up your disciples?"
"Your disciples were the first to make a move. Why didn't you say so!?"
"This old Bald Donkey, he even beat us back!"
Everyone in the film crew was shouting. They were very unhappy with the abbot's words.
Zhang Ye smiled and looked at him, "Was I the one who injured your disciples?"
"If it wasn't you, then who was it?" The abbot replied. It seemed like he was about to return to beating around Zhang Ye with Zen. In this aspect, the abbot had a "professional" background.
However, Zhang Ye did not give him a chance. He immediately took out a Buddhist scripture story from his world and pointed to a flag in the corner of the monastery. The flag was fluttering in the wind, "The wind blows the flag. Do you think the wind is moving or the flag is moving?"
A young monk was the fastest, "Of course it's the wind that is moving!"
Zhang Ye shook his head slightly.
An old monk said, "It's the flag that is moving?"
Zhang Ye continued shaking his head.
A monk said, "Then what is moving? The world is moving? "
Zhang Ye looked up and said, "It's your hearts that are moving!"
This Buddhist story was something that many people in Zhang Ye's world knew. Things change according to one's will. This did not mean that the essence of things would change, but that when dealing with things, we would first use our subjective judgment of the good or bad of things. Zhang Ye was using this Zen logic to tell this bunch of people, I'm bullying the weak? I hit you? This is just your own subjective opinion!
Director Jiang clapped, "Well said!"
The actress, Xiaoyan, laughed, "Teacher Zhang is awesome!"
The film crew was in high spirits as they clapped and cheered for Zhang Ye!
On the other hand, Tyrant's side didn't look too good. That person's Zen logic made them seem a little petty and narrow-minded.
The abbot remained calm and said quietly, "Buddha said that evil words that hurt people will fall to hell after death. Wouldn't it be worse for those who hit people? I wonder if Almsgiver believes in Heaven and Hell. "
As a superstitious person, Zhang Ye did not even think and said, "I believe."
The abbot said, "Then where is Heaven? And where is Hell? "
Zhang Ye glanced at him, "In your hearts, and everywhere."
"Oh? In my heart? Why can't I see it? "The abbot said calmly.
Zhang Ye chuckled and directly scolded, "You old bald donkey!"
An old monk was immediately enraged. A few young monks also picked up their poles, ready to fight Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye pointed at them calmly, "Look, the door to Hell has opened."
When the monks heard this, they immediately understood and put down the poles in their hands.
Zhang Ye laughed once again, "Look, the door to Heaven has also opened."
The monks looked at each other. So this was the meaning of Heaven and Hell in one's heart!
The abbot asked, "Then what does it mean that Heaven and Hell are everywhere?"
Zhang Ye casually recited a gatha from his world, "A flower, a world. A blade of grass, a heaven. A tree, a floating life. A leaf, a Buddha. A grain of sand, a paradise. A square, a pure land. A smile, a mortal fate. A thought, a tranquility."
About ten monks were stunned when they heard this.
Yao Jiancai slapped his thigh and cheered, "Coquettish! Too coquettish! "
"Teacher Zhang is awesome! Hahaha! Beautifully said! "The film crew cheered.
The abbot was also slightly dazed, "Almsgiver, since you believe in Heaven and know about Hell, why did you do something like injuring others?" He did not let this go.
Little Yan said angrily, "Is there anything else?"
Yao Jiancai said, "Just because you can't beat Little Zhang in Zen, you keep pestering him?"
"Who's the one who hurt people? You were the ones who did it first, alright!? F * * k! "A male actor cursed.
The abbot ignored them and only looked at Zhang Ye, "There is no cause and effect. You believe in Hell, aren't you afraid of going to Hell?"
Zhang Ye did not let him beat around the bush. He did not receive the hidden killing intent of the gatha. Instead, he laughed and said in a heroic manner, "If I don't go to Hell, who will?" This gatha could be said to be the most famous Buddhist gatha from Zhang Ye's world. It might even be second to none!
The Assistant Director immediately exclaimed, "Good!"
The other members of the film crew also cheered, "What a good 'if I don't go to Hell, who will!'"
However, these words did not have the literal meaning that they understood. In fact, they did not understand it at all. However, the abbot understood it. An old monk among the monks also understood it. Instantly, the two of them were moved. The way they looked at Zhang Ye also changed!
If I don't go to Hell, who will?
This wasn't a bold statement at all, but a Zen saying of great compassion — those who fell into the Hell Dao, begged for an indefinite period of time, suffered great pain, and lived a life worse than death. At this time, if I don't help them, who will?
The abbot held his palms together, "Amitabha."
An old monk behind also held his palms together, "Amitabha."
The young monks were still unconvinced. They did not believe that with their Buddhist teachings, they could not win against a secular person!
At this moment, it was Zhang Ye's turn to ask. He pointed to a stone tablet in the yard. There was a line of words engraved on it. It was a line of words that he was very interested in and familiar with, "I saw it when I came. May I ask who wrote this gatha?"
The abbot took a look, "It was written by me a few days ago."
The engraving on it was very new. It was obvious that it was newly engraved.
The abbot recited, "The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is a bright mirror. Constantly wiping it, so as not to attract dust. This is my way of seeking Buddha."
The film crew also looked over and were momentarily amazed. They felt that this gatha was really good. The body was like the Bodhi tree that enlightened the predecessors. The heart was like a spotless bright mirror. It constantly reflected on oneself, so as not to let dust block out one's bright nature! Well written! It was really written by the abbot? The film crew immediately changed their view of the abbot. They finally understood why Qingshan Monastery did not receive the film crew, and even chased them down the mountain so strictly, not allowing them to enter. It was because of the new abbot's gatha. They did not want the monastery to become a filthy place. It was also the meaning of "Constantly wiping it, so as not to attract dust".
The film crew nodded slightly.
The abbot also looked at Zhang Ye, wanting to see his reaction.
Who knew that Zhang Ye did not think too much of it and just laughed. It was such a coincidence that this world also had this gatha. However, the difference was that the second half of the gatha from Zhang Ye's world did not appear.
The abbot said, "Almsgiver, why are you laughing?"
A young monk said angrily, "What are you laughing at?"
"That's right. If you have the ability, write one!" Another monk said unhappily.
Zhang Ye was at a loss of whether to laugh or cry, "You did not let us up the mountain, beat our people, and smashed our equipment. Just because of this gatha?"
The abbot looked at him, "Almsgiver, do you think this old monk's gatha is inappropriate?"
"It's more than inappropriate." Zhang Ye said bluntly, "It's misleading the students!"
"What did you say!?" A young monk picked up a pole angrily, but when he recalled that Zhang Ye had mentioned Heaven and Hell in the Zen teachings, he put down the pole angrily. Of course, the main reason was that he knew that even if he were to use a pole, he would not be able to beat that person.
"What is misleading the students?" An old monk said.
Another young monk said angrily, "If you don't know, don't speak nonsense!"
The film crew did not know why Zhang Ye looked down on this gatha. To them, these four gathas were written very well. There was no problem?
However, Zhang Ye said, "I have a story here. Listen to it first. Once upon a time, there were two eminent monks debating. The first eminent monk said, 'There is a mirror in my heart. Every day, I constantly wipe it, making it bright enough to reflect me.' The second eminent monk said, 'There is no mirror in my heart, so why wipe it?'"
No mirror?
Why wipe it?
When everyone present heard this, they were stunned. Some seemed to understand, while others seemed to understand immediately!
Then, Zhang Ye said, "Today, I'll give you another gatha." Saying that, Zhang Ye looked at the monks, at each and every one of them, "The body is a Bodhi tree? The heart is like a bright mirror? Wiping it frequently? Not letting dust gather? " Zhang Ye's eyes narrowed. He rebutted the abbot's gatha sentence sentence by sentence. Every sentence struck the monks in the pit of their stomach. With every sentence, the monks' expressions changed once!
"By nature, there is no Bodhi tree!"
"Even a bright mirror is not a platform!"
"By nature, there is nothing!"
All the monks were silent!
Zhang Ye smiled as he questioned the monks, "How does dust gather?"
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