Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Because of seeing the tragic death of the people, your Buddhist heart was shaken?

It seems that this monk Daoyuan should be a truly compassionate Buddhist monk, completely different from the monks in Sansheng Zen Temple.

It's just that his practice is not enough, which will cause a flaw in his state of mind.

Zhao Mu pondered for a while and asked: "Master, I wonder what you thought when your Buddhist heart was shaken in the Great Jin Dynasty?"

"How should I put it? I just felt that my practice was useless."

Monk Daoyuan explained: "At that time, I saw countless people dying tragically, but I was powerless to save them, and suddenly I felt that my practice was meaningless."

"There are too many tragic things in this world, and the sky has no pity for all living beings. It has brought down countless disasters and caused all living beings to suffer."

"I just feel that no matter how high my cultivation is, even the legendary gods who are powerful and powerful are probably powerless to truly change the suffering of this world, right?"

"In this case, why do we still practice? So, isn't it a waste of time? "

"So what?" Zhao Mu asked, "So you came to this mortal town to live in seclusion?"

"I guess so. At the beginning, I told my doubts to my master, but my master didn't tell me directly how to stabilize my Buddha's heart."

"He just asked me to enter the mortal world and experience the various aspects of life in this mortal world. I will return to the sect when I figure it out."

"Have you figured it out?"

"Not yet."

The monk Daoyuan shook his head: "I have gained a lot in these years of walking in the mortal world, but it seems that I am still a step away from restoring my Buddha's heart."

Zhao Mu finally understood why the monk Daoyuan was enthusiastic about the people, but indifferent to the monks.

It turned out that the root cause was here.

Since he felt that cultivation was useless, all the monks were probably useless trash in his eyes, so naturally he would not have a good attitude.

This is a problem of state of mind, and it is not to blame for other things.

"Haha, the Zen master is indeed very compassionate. If you can break through the mental barriers, you will be able to go further."

"That depends on me, the monk, really being able to break through the mental barriers."

Daoyuan said with a wry smile.

"Haha, I think the Zen master should have this opportunity."

Zhao Mu smiled: "By the way, Zen master, I want to ask you a question."

"Fellow Taoist, please speak."

"I want to ask, if one day your life is about to end, there is no possibility of further progress."

"If someone tells you at that time that you can switch to cultivating the incense and fire gods, and give you more opportunities to benefit the people, would you be willing?"

After Zhao Mu finished speaking, he stared at the monk Daoyuan, waiting for his answer.

Monk Daoyuan was startled, and said directly without much hesitation: "If that day really comes, I will certainly be willing."

"My generation of monks has the responsibility to protect the common people. Let alone turning to the right gods, if that day really comes, even if I turn to the demons, what does it matter?"

"The so-called distinction between good and evil is meaningless. As long as it is beneficial to all living beings, I am willing to do anything."

When Daoyuan said these words, his mind was not frivolous at all, and it was obviously from the heart.

Zhao Mu praised, for the first time in his life, he had a great liking for a monk.

If there is anyone in the world who can become a Buddha, this monk in front of him is definitely one of them.

"Master, please remember what you said today. One day in the future, someone will come to you. I hope you will keep your promise then."

"Hmm?"

Monk Daoyuan finally realized that something was wrong: "Who are you?"

"Haha, you will know in the future. Now, Master, you should cultivate your Buddha heart well."

At this time, the waiter brought the food for both of them.

Zhao Mu picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "Let's talk about the future later. Now it's more important to eat. Are you interested in having a drink?"

"Don't blame me, my Dabodhi Temple prohibits alcohol and meat." Monk Daoyuan frowned slightly.

"That's a pity. Wouldn't it be a loss of a lot of fun in life?"

Zhao Mu smiled and said: "Zen Master, in fact, I think the so-called precepts are useful, but also useless."

"It is useful because there are too many people with weak minds in this world. If there is no restraint of precepts in practice, they will eventually fall into the devil's way."

"But the Zen master is different. The Zen master has a firm state of mind. Now it seems that he has fallen into a mental barrier, but his compassion for the world has never changed. People admire it."

"So I think that if one day the Zen master can drink alcohol and eat meat, but his Buddhist heart is still firm, then it can be regarded as enlightenment."

"Huh?"

Daoyuan was stunned: "Does Daoyou's words seem to have a deep meaning?"

"Haha, I once heard a certain monk recite a poem. Today, I am offering it to the Zen master. If the Zen master can gain something from it, it will be a good fate."

Zhao Mu paused: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. If people in the world learn from me, it is like entering the devil's way."

"The person who wrote this poem is a monk I respect very much. I don't recommend ordinary Buddhist practitioners to learn the artistic conception in the poem, otherwise they will really enter the devil's way."

"But Zen Master Daoyuan, I think this poem will help you break through the mental barriers and you can expect the great way."

After Zhao Mu finished speaking, he started eating by himself.

Daoyuan was stunned on the spot as if he had been hit by a wake-up call.

He muttered to himself, reciting the poem over and over again.

His eyes were sometimes as confused as the deep sea, sometimes as clear as the sky, sometimes as fierce as a demon, and sometimes as compassionate as Buddha.

Zhao Mu never spoke, just quietly eating and drinking, letting time pass.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Monk Daoyuan suddenly stood up and stumbled out.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

People passing by asked, but Daoyuan ignored them all and left the tavern in confusion.

When the sun sets, the smoke from cooking rises, and the rich smell of fireworks fills the city.

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the streets in the north of the city: "Hahaha, I've got it, I've finally got it."

"My heart is like Buddha, compassion is always there, who cares about the impermanence of heaven and the ruthlessness of fate."

"I'm here in this world, saving people with my heart and creating all living beings, isn't it beautiful?"

"Hahaha..."

The crazy laughter resounded throughout the city, leaving countless people puzzled, thinking that a madman had appeared somewhere.

But Zhao Mu smiled happily and raised his glass in a certain direction: "Congratulations to the Zen master for breaking through the mental barrier. It seems that there will be another crazy monk in this world."

"Not bad, not bad, it is indeed a crazy monk. I am crazy, stupid, greedy, angry, and I am lucky in this world. It's so happy, hahahaha..."

The laughter became more and more crazy.

Suddenly, a series of meteors streaked across the night sky and shot into the depths of the South China Sea.

The dispute over the tree island is about to start, and people from major sects have finally arrived one after another.

He drank the wine in the glass.

Zhao Mu chuckled: "In the turmoil of the world, some people are running for greed, some are rising for power, and some are enlightened. Haha, this world is really interesting."