There was a temple that had been closed for a thousand years. No matter if it was an emperor or a commoner who came to burn incense, it was never opened.
This mountain temple had produced countless eminent monks. The most famous one was Yang Taisui. He was the teacher of the current two dynasties and was very likely to be the teacher of the three dynasties in the future. There were more than three thousand eminent monks who had passed away in the temple. Among them, more than two hundred were titled as teachers of the state. It started from the Vajrayana Zen to the Zen Zen. In the Northern Wei Dynasty, thirty-six Bodhisattvas opened a translation field on the mountain at the same time. The Buddha's light shone everywhere. Eight hundred years ago, the founder of the Zen Sect, Yi Ye, crossed the sea and taught the Mahayana Wall Temple. Finally, it became the Ancestral Court of Buddhism.
For hundreds of years, Buddhism and Taoism had been fighting. Every ten years, they would debate with Taoism. Buddhism would send monks from this temple to discuss with Mount Longhu. But it was different from the Ancestral Court of Taoism. There were not many rules here. Anyone could go up the mountain and go anywhere on the mountain. Here, the mountain was high, the temple was high, the tower was high, the Dharma was high, and the mountain was high. But like the name of the temple, Two Zen, it did not have a name.
This was the world's number one Two Zen Temples.
Some people said that the reason why this temple was called Two Dhyanas was because it cultivated self-meditation and other-meditation, namely, meditation of oneself and meditation of others. But for more than a thousand years, there did not seem to be a unified official statement. The Two Zen Temples also did not explain anything.
At the back of the mountain, there was a forest of pagodas at the foot of the mountain. It was the burial place of the eminent monks of the Two Zen Temples. There were more than a thousand of them. The size of the pagodas were different. The Two Zen Temples did not intend to make this a forbidden area. But the believers were devout and did not dare to set foot here. Over time, very few people came here to observe. There was a Thousand Buddha Hall at the edge of the forest of pagodas. The walls were painted with hundreds of meters long fist manuals. There were one hundred and eight potholes on the floor. It was said that they were the footprints of Luohan. Thousands of people came to see thousands of fists. Therefore, it was praised that the world's fists were called Two Zen.
On the east side of the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, there was a small outhouse where a nameless white-robed monk lived all year round. If it wasn't for the fact that the bald man was wearing a kasaya, he wouldn't have looked like a monk at all. Not only did this white-robed middle-aged monk drink and eat meat, the most outrageous thing was that he had a wife! He even had a daughter who grew up in the temple!
No matter how one looked at him, he was a middle-aged drunkard monk with evil deeds. Fortunately, apart from his unruly lifestyle, he did not make enemies with others. He only took in a good-tempered little disciple. In addition, his daughter was lively and liked to climb up and down the mountain. It was said that the oldest abbot in the temple liked this child very much. The white-robed monk inadvertently got into trouble several times and was chased and punished by the old-fashioned senior monks in the Commandment Yard. So he asked his daughter to go to the abbot's room to ask for a few sticks of sugar-coated haws to satisfy her cravings. As long as the old abbot looked at his little daughter, he would immediately calm down. The disciple of this middle-aged monk who guarded the pagoda forest was not simple. At a young age, he became a preaching monk in the temple and was allowed to wear a light red kasaya that covered his left shoulder. The little monk's Dharma name was Yichan. It was very strange, but compared to his master's Dharma name, it didn't seem strange.
On a sunny day, the poor little monk sat in front of the outhouse and washed a large basin of his master and mistress' clothes. He sighed. On the day of the Lantern Festival, he went down the mountain to watch the Lantern Festival. In the end, he was accidentally dragged to Mount Longhu by that thing. At the Taoist Master's residence, he had a few words with Mr. White Lotus. Fortunately, he wasn't locked up and beaten. However, as soon as he returned to the temple, he suffered a calamity. His mistress was indeed lazy. She didn't wash so many dirty clothes and didn't mind piling them in the room. She didn't want to leave until she returned to the temple. Moreover, it was clearly that thing's idea to sneak out to play. When my master and mistress saw that thing, they were still so kind. When they turned to look at me, they changed their expressions. When I ate, even the rice in my bowl was much less. Sigh, this thing should be going down the mountain with his mistress to buy rouge and face powder. Master was actually quite pitiful.
A drunk monk in white clothes walked out of the outhouse. He was very tall and sat down next to the little monk. He also had a bitter face.
The little monk didn't even want to look at him.
In fact, his master didn't have it easy either.
The little monk washed the clothes until his waist and back ached. He was very bored, so he could only casually ask, "Master, when I went up the mountain, I heard that a famous monk from the south came to the temple. He's fighting with Abbot Hui Neng for territory. Who do you think will win?"
The monk in white yawned and unhappily said, "A foreign monk is good at chanting scriptures. Besides, your Martial Uncle Hui Neng's fighting skills are about the same as yours. He most likely won't win."
The little monk curled his lips and angrily said, "You're not willing to teach me profound martial arts. What can I do? I've looked at the martial arts manuals on the three walls of the Thousand Buddha Hall for so many years, but I really can't see how powerful they are."
This master didn't have the slightest sense of responsibility and half-heartedly said, "That's why that thing said you're an idiot."
The stupid North-South sighed and said, "Master, do you think I'll be able to create a Buddhist relic in this lifetime? If I can't, I think it's better for me to go practice martial arts. That thing always likes to run down the mountain. I'm afraid she'll be bullied. I can't beat her. "
The monk in white thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, then you can first use those eight or nine year old novice monks in the temple as punching bags. After a while, you'll become a master."
The little monk said angrily, "You've said this before. Last year, I listened to you and went to beat up a novice monk. In the end, the monk's master came to scold me. You, on the other hand, just ran away. Master's wife almost pulled my ear off!"
The middle-aged monk pretended to be surprised and said, "There's such a thing?"
The little monk, who had accepted his fate, lowered his head and fiercely rubbed his dirty clothes.
There was no movement for a long time. The little monk turned his head and saw that his master was looking up at the cloudless sky in a daze. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are you looking at?"
The monk in white stretched out a finger and pointed.
The little monk instinctively looked at his master's finger. Very quickly, his master knocked him on the head and scolded, "You're not convinced that you're an idiot. I've already pointed it out for you. What are you looking at? With such a slow comprehension, you still want to burn a Buddhist relic after you die? "
The stupid North-South first wiped his wet hands on his pants and then rubbed Little Bald Head. He was ready to get to the bottom of this matter. Otherwise, he would have been beaten for nothing, "Master, you haven't told me what I'm looking at."
His master said seriously, "I'm looking at the moon."
The little monk rolled his eyes and said, "Master, can you see it in broad daylight?"
No wonder his master's Buddhist name was' No Zen '.
The monk in white raised his head and said softly, "Sigh, the first time I saw your master's wife, it was under the moonlight. Stupid North-South, I miss your master's wife again. "
The little monk said angrily, "Just think about it. Why are you telling me!"
His master asked, "Don't you miss her?"
The stupid North-South immediately laughed foolishly. He washed his clothes more diligently and said naively, "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"
His master knocked him on the head again and then said earnestly, "Why are you telling your master about the things you miss? You know that she's my daughter but you still get beaten up by me. You idiot, I've taught you so many profound Buddhist teachings in vain. "
The little monk said angrily, "If you hit me again, be careful that you don't have an epiphany. At that time, I'll become a Buddha and burn a Buddhist relic. Then, I'll be able to see if she's paying attention to you!"
His master said disdainfully, "Epiphany is what I taught you. As for the Buddhist relic, I don't care about it at all. Don't pretend to be a hero in front of me. If you have the ability, go to your master's wife and raise your voice."
The little monk was filled with grief and indignation but he did not make a sound.
The stupid North-South only found out that his master was more profound than he had imagined after he left the mountain. There was a saying at the foot of the mountain. His master, who had also grown up on the mountain, spent six years in Ganlu and read all the scriptures in the world. He felt that there were many sects and all of them had different doctrines. His master said that he wanted to sacrifice himself and go thousands of miles away to seek a 'big foundation'. Thus, he went west to seek Buddhism. He left for fifteen years. Isn't Lantuo Mountain in the western regions far enough? But his master wanted to go even further. He obtained the 'Yogi's Treatise on Earth' to unify all the different doctrines. He studied in a temple in the far west for ten years and mastered fifty scriptures. He returned in the thirty-first year of Ganlu. When he arrived at Great Peace City, it was said that even the emperor personally came out of the palace to welcome him. There were hundreds of thousands of spectators lining the streets, fighting to see the white-clothed monk. Thus, there was a snow pavilion in the temple. The late emperor personally wrote the words' White Snow Heart Reflecting Pearl '.
If he only came here, the little monk, stupid North-South, would definitely feel like he was listening to a story. Later, his master brought up the idea of becoming a Buddha on the spot in the temple. This was contrary to the orthodoxy of Zen. As a result, his master's fifteen-year journey became a farce and he was almost chased out of the Two Zen Temples. His master's so-called 'every action is in the Taoist field, whether it is the heart or the feelings, all return to the sea of nature' was only slightly recognized in recent years. No matter what, the scene of hundreds of thousands of people kneeling and worshipping Buddha together in the capital was no longer there. Fortunately, his master had one thing that the little monk admired. No matter how the people at the foot of the mountain looked at or refuted him, it was not as effective as a single word from his master's wife.
The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "Stupid North-South, your master is no longer in the mood to compete with others. I'll rely on you to carry forward the concept of epiphany."
The little monk said nervously, "Master, don't. You have your master's wife, but don't I have my master's wife? Most likely, I won't be able to take care of your Zen. "
The white-clothed monk looked a little annoyed. He touched his big bald head and laughed, "I really envy you, stupid. Your master has no Zen to talk about."
The little monk sighed.
His master said softly, "It's going to rain."
"It's going to be sunny. It can't be, right?"
"It's going to rain."
"Master."
"Hmm?"
"Why do you always say such nonsense?"
"Aren't all the Dharma in the scriptures like this?"
"Keep your voice down. If the abbot hears you, he'll deduct our copper coins again."
"Tacky. You want to burn a Buddhist relic like this?"
"What's wrong? I want to become a Buddha because I don't have money to buy my master's rouge. Otherwise, why would I burn myself to ask for a Buddhist relic?! "
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