I didn't intend to be a Fairy

In the ancient temple on the mountain, the stars were slowly turning overhead, and a touch of morning light appeared on the horizon.

The room Master Xuanhua arranged for Song You was in the highest corner of the mountain. It was also a small room with only windows but no doors, but it was not easily disturbed.

The wooden bed was only covered with a thin layer of cloth, which was almost the same as having no mattress.

The water here is very precious, and the water in the mountain temple is even more precious. People are not allowed to wash freely. In addition, it is windy and dry here, so you are not allowed to wash your face casually, otherwise the skin may crack when the wind blows. So Song You had no choice but to fill half a handkerchief with water and casually wipe the dust off his face.

Song You sat on the bed and wiped his face, while the calico cat leaned on the window and stuck his head out to look at the world outside.

"It's so high up here!"

The calico cat said without looking back.

"yes."

“It’s so hot here during the day and so cold at night, it’s like the mountains we’re walking on!”

"Miss Sanhua, you can remember it."

"Well?"

The calico cat suddenly turned back to look at him.

"This is the character and symbol of this place. It is what Sanhua Empress has gained from passing by, and it will also enrich Sanhua Empress's life experience." Song You said calmly while wiping his face, "If Sanhua Empress can calm down and understand it in detail It is different from other places, and if you understand the different charms behind the differences, and understand its beauty, then it will also become the practice of Sanhua Empress."

He paused and added:

"The same goes for Yan An outside the window."

Hearing this, the calico cat on the window sill turned to look at him blankly for a while. No one knew what was going on in the cat's little head. After a long time, she made a sound, withdrew her gaze, and leaned closer again. Looking out the window, I want to see the swallows standing on the eaves outside the window.

Nature is invisible.

The cold wind whimpered outside the window.

Next to the room is the grotto passage, which is very narrow. There is a hole in the outer mountain wall. The cold wind comes in through the hole, making the people in the room feel cool.

The monks of the hanging wall temple usually live and practice in such a place.

It's quite extraordinary.

"Have you seen enough, Lady Sanhua? If you have seen enough, you can come back and wash your face." The Taoist's voice sounded, "It's just that there is a lack of water here, so I feel sorry for Lady Sanhua to use my washed handkerchief."

The cat sat on the window sill, but without looking back, he just replied: "No, Sanhua Empress can just wash her face with her own saliva later."

After finishing speaking, he paused and added:

"Cats are like that."

After another pause, he added:

"Save some water."

His tone was extremely serious, he was really thinking about Song You.

Song You shook his head in amusement upon hearing this.

This little thing can find a reason.

"Oh well."

Song You didn't embarrass her, he just wrung out the water in the handkerchief, put it on the bedside, fell down and fell asleep.

This is the highest corner. Although there is no door, there are no people going up or down or passing by the door. However, Song You still didn't sleep well.

Because the wind at high altitude was too noisy and the room was drafty, it didn't feel peaceful until the morning. Then the sound of chanting in the temple was seamlessly connected. I don’t know how many monks lived on this mountain. The miscellaneous chanting sounds floated up along with the smell of incense. Maybe they were going to the west. Passing by Song You, it was naturally noisy. His sleep.

In the middle, there were the voices of two little monsters talking again.

Sanhua Empress ran in and out, jumping on the wooden bed from time to time, and got closer to him to take a look, whether to see if he was awake or if he was dead asleep. She seemed to be moving lightly and not making random calls, but in fact she was getting closer. When Song You was breathing, it was obvious that his breath hit the tip of Song You's nose.

When Song You finally woke up in the middle of the morning, she was nowhere to be seen in the room.

After putting on her shoes, she stood up to look for her. Under the guidance of Yanzi, she found that she had run to a cave below. She stood upright and opened the door, peering in to see the monks debating scriptures inside.

As soon as she saw Song You, she turned around and meowed, asking Song You to come and watch the quarrel.

Song You walked over helplessly and watched with her.

Debate is actually very similar to debating.

Buddhism is profound and obscure, and different people may have different understandings of the same sentence, let alone a complete Buddhist scripture. These different understandings are our own Buddhist principles.

But whose Buddhist philosophy is closer to the truth? Whose Buddhist principles can convince more people, and whose Buddhist principles are more widely recognized by the world and peers?

Then it depends on debate.

See who can convince the other party or get more people’s recognition and support.

Since it is a debate, it has its own winner and loser. The only difference is that some people will be convinced by the other party in the process, while some people don't care even if the debate is judged to be failed and still insist on their own ideas. However, no matter what, this process is interesting and beneficial after all. Both the winning and losing sides, as well as the monks watching, will often benefit a lot. Therefore, these days, monks are very keen on debating scriptures, and even regard their achievements in debating scriptures as monks’ Dharma. One of the basis for whether it is profound or not is that many eminent monks who are famous for debating scriptures have been born.

Sometimes there are even debates between Taoists and monks.

The form of scripture debate here is also quite interesting.

There are many monks in the cave. There are two main debaters, and the rest are either standing or sitting behind the two debaters.

One person has many people behind him, and another person has fewer people behind him. As the debate between the two parties progresses, these people are constantly changing their positions, as if whoever they stand behind shows their support for whose point of view they recognize. It can also be seen from the frequency with which these melon-eating monks changed positions that both sides must be eloquent people, and there is not much difference in strength. In the fierce debate, it was the onlookers who were repeatedly persuaded.

The topic of the debate is——

How Buddhism can save all sentient beings.

Song You stood at the door and listened for a while with Empress Sanhua, and realized that this issue was actually based on the current severe drought and people's suffering in the northwest. The sentient beings they talked about were actually those who were suffering in the northwest. Common people, this does not mean that the topic is narrow, but it shows the pragmatism of the monks at Hangbi Temple.

Therefore, the debate topic can also be called: How can Buddhism save the people in the northwest under the current natural disasters.

Song You also discussed this topic with Master Xuanhua and Wei Zhizhou in the main hall late last night.

At this time, both sides in the cave held different opinions.

One of them had some shocking views. He directly stated that the sky is full of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, receiving worship from the world, but they are of little help to the people suffering from drought. Buddhism cannot help the world by talking about it in vain. He kept giving examples, and even the story about the Song Dynasty traveling to invite gods last night was moved by him. Coming out shows that the current Buddhas and Bodhisattvas do not have much to do to control the drought.

It sounds terrible, but it's actually not bad.

Everyone can become a Buddha, but all eminent monks have a Buddhist heart and their own Buddhist path. If they really want to become a Buddha, they cannot blindly recognize the existing Buddhas and can only become their followers.

Another person is completely opposite. They believe that the Buddha has the ability to control droughts. This is just a test for the people and follows nature. They believe that even if the Buddha does nothing, as long as people respect the Buddha and believe in the Dharma, they can gain spiritual freedom and physical freedom from suffering. Being in the midst of suffering but not suffering in the heart can be regarded as helping the world. Many pilgrims and believers were also cited as examples, citing scriptures in their past and present lives.

The debate was very intense, and the monks listened attentively. From time to time they were so surprised that they opened their eyes wide and exclaimed, and from time to time they clapped their hands and cheered with respect.

Little did he know that many years later, several people present would become Buddhas.

Song You listened at the door for a long time before he was discovered.

"Is this Taoist Master Song?"

"When did Taoist Master Song come?"

"How long have you been listening to Taoist Song? Do you have any insights?"

"..."

It happened that the two were in a stalemate, each with his own insistence. Although most of the listening monks gathered in the former, they were only temporarily ahead of the temporary ups and downs. Now when they saw Song You arriving, everyone was very happy and quickly and enthusiastically invited Song You in. I want to hear his advice.

Song You just shook his head and said that he was just looking for his cat, so he took the cat and left.

He didn't know how the Buddha in the Western Heaven saved all sentient beings during the drought, and he didn't know how the monks in the Xuanbi Temple used Buddhism to save the world. Those were other people's affairs, and he only knew his own way.

He called the Rain God and asked him to perform his duties.

But the monk who believed that "Buddhism can help the world cannot be empty talk". Song You remembered him and seemed to be one of Master Xuanhua's disciples. Yesterday, Master Xuanhua went to capture You Li, and he was with him. Last night, Song You and Master Xuanhua During the night conversation with Wei Zhizhou Bing Deng, he sat next to Master Xuanhua and did not leave until late at night.

During this period, Song You once talked about the matter of being a mage. He couldn't help but nodded, seeming to agree very much.

The debate behind him continued. I don’t know how long it lasted, and I don’t know who won and who lost. Anyway, Master Xuanhua stayed for another lunch before Song You was about to leave.

At the foot of the Hanging Wall Temple in Huangsha Mountain, the Taoist put his luggage on the back of his horse. Master Xuanhua brought him a pack of scones and four watermelons, which served as a reserve of dry food and drinking water for him to take with him on the road. Wei Zhizhou Then he sent him a handwritten letter, saying that if he came to Shazhou, if he needed it anywhere, he could go to the magistrate of Shazhou with the letter.

"Thank you for your kindness. I'll accept it."

Whether it was an autographed letter from a feudal official or a pancake and watermelon presented by a monk, Song You treated it as a great gift and solemnly accepted it before saying goodbye.

"I'll take my leave now."

No need to say more, just walk forward and step into the sky full of yellow sand.

Today is the same weather as yesterday and most of the previous month. It is blue and cloudless. The sun is so bright that it shines brightly on the loess mountains thousands of miles away. When the wind blows, the sky is filled with sand. When they first arrived, they thought it was a good weather for traveling, but it was just a little hot. Now they are not bored, but they already know that this is also the source of the suffering of the people in this land.

The Taoist walked slowly with a stick in front, followed by a bay-red horse. A calico cat stepped on the sun-scorched yellow earth, twisting and turning, looking back at them from time to time.

There is also a swallow flying in the sky.

As soon as the yellow sand blew, the group of people quickly disappeared.

Many monks and several officials finally looked away, but they still half-squinted their eyes with emotion in their hearts.

Last night was an extraordinary event in my life.

"It's better to be famous than to meet..."

Wei Zhizhou stroked his beard and couldn't help sighing.

"oh?"

After hearing this, Master Xuanhua turned around and asked curiously: "Has Zhizhou heard of Taoist Song before?"

"I've heard it a long time ago. I've heard it a few years ago. I've heard it intermittently in the past few years. It's just that Wei's eyes were so stupid that he couldn't associate it with the legendary person when he first saw it."

"Who is this……"

"It's a long story."

Wei Zhizhou turned around, stood under the hanging wall temple, and told Master Xuanhua about the legendary Master Song.

Master Xuanhua listened silently, feeling silent with emotion.

The monks behind him were astonished, as if they were hearing a myth.

"well……"

Master Xuanhua sighed.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"It's nothing. Since the severe drought in Longzhou has no place for the temple and the poor monks, Taoist Master Song has also invited the Rain God to persuade him to adjust the local wind and rain, so the magistrate can leave as well." Master Xuanhua said to Wei Zhizhou bowed his hands and said, "After today, the poor monk will also leave."

"Master is leaving? Where are you going?"

"I want to go to the place where people are suffering."

"But the master is the abbot and abbot of Xuanbi Temple."

"Then I have to go even more."

Master Xuanhua turned to face him, very calmly: "The magistrate also saw what happened last night. Our Buddhist monks are preaching in the northwest and are highly respected and loved by the people. However, when a severe drought comes, neither the poor monks nor the Buddha can do anything, but Only the rain god can save the world. The Buddha is ashamed and the poor monk is also ashamed."

He said for a moment:

"Last night, I heard from Taoist Song that there was a master in the Central Plains. The poor monk admired him very much. However, he was still lazy and refused to give up, so he hesitated. At this time, he also heard from Zhizhou that immortals like Taoist Song are still walking in the world. "The poor monk only has a poor reputation for practicing Taoism, so why should he be nostalgic? The poor monk thought that he should go to the place of suffering so that he could be worthy of the people's support."

Wei Zhizhou couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.

I thought that this eminent monk's state of mind had already been fixed and that the Dharma had been accomplished. However, I didn't know that yesterday's chance encounter and a night of chatting had such a change on him.