Bian Ji carefully savored Mo Jiazi's Bodhi Rest and couldn't help but feel depressed. No one would have thought that Mo Jiazi would make a Bodhi Rest that was the complete opposite of Shenxiu's Buddhist doctrine, yet filled with Buddhist doctrine.
However, Shenxiu's Bodhi Rest was also extraordinary. It was absolutely impossible for him to admit defeat like this. Bian Ji then said loudly, "Buddha told Ananda, 'The Bodhisattva of the other country should make up for his whole life. In addition to his original wish, for the sake of all living beings, he solemnly swears to save all living beings from suffering. '… "
Upon hearing this, the monks nodded. This was the content of Buddhism's Boundless Life Sutra. It was the philosophy of Buddhism to save all living beings from suffering. Bian Ji's citing of Boundless Life Sutra was his dissatisfaction and counterattack against Mo Jiazi's use of credentials to limit the number of Buddhists.
Upon hearing this, Meton retorted, "Ananda was one of the top ten disciples of Gautama Buddha. I happened to know a story. It was said that before Ananda, the disciple of Gautama Buddha, became a monk, he met a girl on the Dao. Gautama Buddha asked him how much he liked the girl. "
Ananda replied, "I am willing to become a stone bridge, to be blown by the wind, basked in the sun, and beaten by the rain for 500 years. But I beg the girl to walk on the bridge."
Meton's voice was full of magnetism. Everyone couldn't help but be immersed in this love story full of Zen principles. Even though the monks had been practicing for many years, they couldn't help but be moved by this story. The last time they felt this way was when Liang Zhu was spreading the story. Other than that, there was nothing else that could touch the hearts of the monks.
Master Hui Yuan was moved again. Although they had never heard of Mo Jiazi's story, they all thought that it was brought back from India by the ancestors of Mohism. They didn't doubt it. Moreover, this story was full of philosophy and was simply too compatible with the Zen principles of Buddhism.
What surprised them even more was that in the story, Ananda, the Buddha, stayed for 500 years for the sake of a girl. This was the exact opposite of Bian Ji's Buddhist philosophy of saving all living beings from suffering. However, such a contradiction was so harmonious in Buddhism.
"For the sake of saving all living beings from suffering, for 500 years for one person, Ananda is indeed the Buddha of Buddhism." Master Falyn did not hesitate to affirm Master Mohist's story. Of course, he knew how beneficial such a story would be to the Buddhist School. The School of Mohism relied on the classic stories written by Master Mohist to rise to fame. Naturally, the Buddhist School would not miss such a rare opportunity.
"I'm willing to become a stone bridge!" Although Bian Ji's wisdom was extraordinary, his Buddha-heart was not firm enough. Hearing this, he almost broke down.
The story of the Lovers of Liang, the love story between the son of Mohism and Princess Changle, and the story of the Buddha, Ananda, on the Stone Bridge. Regardless of which story it was, it was enough to make others envious. In particular, the story of Ananda's Love on the Stone Bridge caused the gap in Bianji's Buddha-heart to widen. Love, the most beautiful emotion in the world, had been completely lost before he had even tasted it.
Fortunately, Bian Ji knew that this was an extremely solemn moment and didn't make a fool of himself in front of everyone. He suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart and said stubbornly, "Buddha said, if I don't enter hell, who will? All living beings are suffering, only Buddha can enter the world to save them. Although Buddhism has suffered twice, it was just a test from Buddha! Even if there is a third Buddhist Tribulation, Buddhism has nothing to fear. "
Although Bian Ji was twisting words and forcing logic, he received the approval of many monks. Buddhism wantonly expanded the monks and nuns and allowed the commoners to attach themselves to the land. Although it damaged the interests of the imperial court, in the eyes of Buddhism, it was a righteous act of salvation. After all, most of the monks attached themselves to the temples were commoners who had nowhere to go, but they could survive because of Buddhism. This was great mercy.
Meton was silent. Of course, he knew that this was probably the voice of many monks. After all, Buddhism was known for its mercy. If he didn't help, his Heart of Buddha would probably collapse.
"Before coming, I have read the historical records of the two Buddhist Tribulations. Although I feel pity for Buddhism, there are some people who don't abide by the rules and destroy the reputation of Buddhism. I was touched and wrote a Buddhist text, 'Qing Ji'. I hope it will be of help to Buddhism," Merton said.
"'Qing Ji'?"
Suddenly, everyone was stunned. They all looked at Meton in disbelief. One had to know that Meton was Mo Jiazi's younger brother. How could he write a Buddhist text?
Just as Mo Jiazi had said, before the Tang dynasty, Buddhism had always been translating Buddhist texts from India. No Chinese monk had ever dared to say that he had written a Buddhist text. But now, this honor had been stolen by an outsider.
"Mo Jiazi is too arrogant. Aren't you afraid of tarnishing Buddhism?" Bian Ji was furious when he heard this.
The other monks were also furious, including the Mohist. It was only because of the Mohist's Bodhi Rest earlier that the monks were a little more rational and did not flip the table on the spot.
"We respectfully listen to Benefactor Mo's text," Master Hui Yuan said expectantly.
"The jungle thrives when there is nothing to do. Cultivation is steady when chanting Buddha. Improvement is first when it comes to abstinence. Illness is medicine when it comes to reducing food intake. " As Moton recited the precepts one by one, the angry faces of the monks gradually disappeared and were once again filled with emotion. These rules seemed to be restrictions for Buddhism, but each one of them was extremely compatible with the philosophy of Buddhism.
The group of monks looked at the son of Mohism in horror. The repeated calamities of Buddhism were not unrelated to the barbaric development of Buddhism. If there were such clear rules and precepts to restrain the monks, they believed that Buddhism would definitely prosper.
"If I were a disciple of Buddhism, I would build an ancient temple in a famous mountain and meditate every day to understand Buddhism," Meton said emotionally.
Bian Ji did not believe Mo Jiazi's words. He could not help but twitch his mouth. If they were deep in the mountains, they might not even be able to eat, let alone understand Buddhism.
Meton ignored the strange looks of the monks and continued, "Ancient temples deep in the mountains, winding paths lead to secluded places, the meditation rooms are deep with plants and trees. Open up a field behind the temple and cultivate it yourself. If you do not cultivate for a day, you will not eat for a day."
"Winding paths lead to secluded places, the meditation rooms are deep with plants and trees." Bian Ji could not help but stagger. Mo Jiazi had unexpectedly blurted out another poem full of Buddhism.
"If you do not cultivate for a day, you will not eat for a day." Master Hui Yuan did not care about the poem. Once again, he was moved by Meton's idea.
Meton's idea was tailor-made for Shaolin. Shaolin was located on Mount Song. In addition to the field given to the temple by Li Shimin, there were many fields in the back of the mountain. In this way, Shaolin would be self-sufficient and self-reliant. Wouldn't it be a holy land for Buddhism?
"You want us Buddhists to cultivate the land!" Bian Ji said with a look of disbelief. The other monks also showed a disapproving expression. In the temples of Chang 'an, they only needed to recite scriptures and meditate every day and they would receive a lot of money for incense.
Meton put his palms together and said, "If you want to save people, you have to save yourself first. If you are righteous, then you can be righteous. If Buddhism is like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, you can't even protect yourself. How can you save all living beings?"
Meton's words were merciless. Many of the monks suddenly blushed. If they couldn't even bear this little bit of hardship, how could they talk about the dream of spreading the Dharma?
"Benefactor Mo's wisdom is indeed extraordinary. If Benefactor Mo is willing to join us Buddhists, we will wait for you with the position of the Six Patriarchs of Zen," Master Hui Yuan said solemnly.
"The position of the Six Patriarchs!" The monks could not help but be in an uproar. It must be known that the Buddhist sects were rampant. The Five Ancestors of the Zen Sect were all senior monks of Buddhism. The current Five Ancestors was Shinsyu's master, Hong Ren. The other sects were eyeing the position of the Six Ancestors. No one thought that Master Huiyuan would have such a high evaluation of the Mohist.
Moreover, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Although Buddhism had declined, it was much more prosperous than Mo Jiazi. The position of the Six Patriarchs was no worse than Mo Jiazi's current position.
Meton couldn't help but smile bitterly and say, "I still have a new wife to accompany me. The revival of Mo Jiazi has yet to be achieved. I'm afraid I will have to disappoint Master."
He could still say that he couldn't live without meat every day and couldn't stand the rules he had just mentioned.
Hearing Mohist's rejection, even though he was mentally prepared, Great Master Hui Yuan still sighed regretfully. The other monks, on the other hand, heaved sighs of relief.
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