Journey to the West: Confucian Supreme

Chapter 19 Huineng

“My name is Huineng.” The little monk’s voice was crisp.

“What? Huineng? Your name is not Tang Xuanzang? Bai Ziyun didn’t seem to expect it.

The little monk was inexplicable and said, “Why should I call Tang Xuanzang.” ”

“Hehe, it seems that I took it for granted.” Bai Ziyun groaned slightly and shook his head, it seems that Tang Sanzang has not been reincarnated here.

Then he suddenly remembered something, his brows stretched, and said, “You said your name is Huineng?” That’s great. ”

Bai Ziyun smiled and touched the little monk’s head.

Bai Ziyun said that the little monk is not a reason, and many people may not know the name Huineng when it comes to it, but if someone reads “Bodhi Ben has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing in the original, where to cause dust.” “Four sentences, someone will definitely feel familiar.

These four sentences are the best pretense texts, and few people have not heard of them.

These four sentences were written by the little monk in front of Bai Ziyun when he was in his twenties.

After that, he was revered as the sixth ancestor, and finally wrote a “Altar Sutra” with what he had learned.

It must be understood that only the works of Shakyamuni can be called sutras, and the fact that Huineng’s writings have been placed in such a high position by later generations is enough to show the depth of Huineng’s Buddhist learning.

Not finding Tang Sanzang today was originally expected, and picking up a Hui Neng, it was an unexpected joy, if it was cultivated, it was no less than Tang Sanzang.

“Little monk, worship me as a teacher, I will give you justice.” Bai Ziyun was impatient to guide again, and this short time to accept the apprentice wasted a lot of thought, and he had lost his initial interest.

When the little monk heard Bai Ziyun’s words, he was at a loss.

At this time, an old voice came from the wood room, and it turned out that the old monk called the little monk to eat.

The little monk seemed to have found a reliance and hurried over.

Bai Ziyun also followed in, and saw that in the messy firewood room, the old monk was stirring a pot of porridge.

It is said that it is porridge, but it is just a pot of water, and the rice in it can almost be counted.

Bai Ziyun almost doubted that Jinshan Temple still knew that there were such two people.

The old monk’s appearance did not expect anyone to come in at all, but his air was calm, and he looked at Bai Ziyun.

Bai Ziyun introduced himself kindly, he was a student who came to study, and when he saw the little monk smart, he wanted to accept the little monk as a bookboy, and said, Bai Ziyun took out a few taels of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it to the old monk.

The old monk was silent when he heard this, and the spoon in his hand also stopped.

Bai Ziyun suddenly felt as if he was a landlord and an old man, coercing his tenant farmers to sell their children and daughters.

The old monk was silent for a while, and looked at Bai Ziyun stunned: “In the past few days, the poor monk has been restless in his heart, thinking that the day of death is coming, and it turns out that the Buddha asked me to separate from Hui Neng.” ”

Bai Ziyun then smiled and said: “What Buddha, just deceitful, chanting the sutra for decades, Buddha has not made your life better.” ”

The old monk closed his eyes and said slowly: “The poor monk does not believe in the Buddha, but in the Dharma, let Huineng go with you, Jinshan Temple, it has long been lost, Huineng is still small, there is no need to stay in this mud.” ”

Finally, the old monk opened his eyes and said brilliantly, “The poor monk thinks that if you can come, it is the arrangement of the Buddha.” ”

Bai Ziyun didn’t want to fight with this old man, and said indifferently: “You said yes, little monk, your elder has spoken, come with me.” ”

Hui Neng looked at the old monk blankly, how could he not expect it, but for a meal, the uncle did not want himself.

The old monk’s eyes were loving, and he lowered his body with difficulty, supporting the little monk and said: “My old man has been foolish all his life, but he is extremely accurate in looking at people, this person is not a big adulterer, you can go with him.” ”

“Moreover, this Golden Mountain Temple has long been not the previous Golden Mountain Temple, I was thinking of sending you away, this person happened to appear, this is the arrangement of the Buddha.”

The little monk sobbed after hearing this, not knowing what to say, the old monk gently touched his head, his eyes were loving, but he didn’t mean to let go at all.

Bai Ziyun saw this scene of life and death, and inexplicably felt as if he was some kind of evil person.

Then the old monk said: “Let’s go, the Burrow is ugly, so I won’t leave for dinner, please take it.” ”

After speaking, the old monk picked up the spoon, scooped up a bowl of porridge that could no longer be thin, sat down and drank, and did not look at the two again.

Bai Ziyun’s gaze was strange, it seemed that this old monk was a bit of a doorway, but he couldn’t feel any cultivation fluctuations in him, it seemed that as long as the Dharma was profound, it should not be underestimated.

Bai Ziyun took out a bag of loose silver, enough for the old monk to retire alone, this is not a spell to become a deceptive product, but a real mortal silver.

The old monk smiled, shook his head faintly, and gestured to see off the guest.

Bai Ziyun smiled casually, this old monk didn’t care about this, why bother.

Pulling Huineng who began to cry and forcibly endured the voice, turned away.

Watching the two disappear, the old monk looked at their large and small figures walking away, and sighed softly.

Drinking the few pieces of porridge in one go, without futons, he sat cross-kneeled on the ground and found a few pieces of paper that he had copied but was tattered.

It was all densely packed with small words, and when you looked closely, it was actually Buddhist scriptures, and the old monk was like when he did lunch classes on weekdays.

Slowly chanted the sutra, but for some reason, the voice became lower and lower, gradually lower and inaudible, and then completely disappeared.

A few days later, a few impatient young disciples came to get firewood, only to find that in the firewood room, the old monk maintained a posture of sitting cross-knee, there was no sound, it turned out to be dead, and he was disgusted and arranged for someone to come and cremate.

Perhaps because the old monk gave an unclean impression on weekdays, until the cremation was completed, no one noticed that the old monk’s body had not been corrupted.

Bai Ziyun, who came out of the Jinshan Temple, stood on a high place, looking at the Jinshan Temple, with a thoughtful expression, perhaps, Tang Sanzang was really in the Jinshan Temple, it seemed, he missed it.

Bai Ziyun smiled, it seems that he has seen it away, then the old monk may still deal with it.

What is now in front of Bai Ziyun’s eyes is the great cause of a new generation of believers.

Bai Ziyun has long been accustomed to these geniuses, no matter what cultivation path is arranged, they can correct themselves, then it is better to let them choose what they like and guide them from the side.

Just as Li Bai chose the Tao Te Ching as his cultivation scripture, Huineng said that the old monk had only taught the Diamond Sutra, so he chose the Diamond Sutra as the cultivation scripture.

Bai Ziyun originally held the intention of letting the geniuses play their strengths, and naturally did everything from it.

Moreover, the Diamond Sutra, which can be used as a Buddhist scripture classic for thousands of years, also has its outstanding features, which are not inferior to Confucian classics.

After Bai Ziyun taught Hui Neng according to the method of cultivation in the Wen Dao, he let him cultivate by himself.

But unlike Li Bai and Sun Wukong, Huineng is progressing more slowly than expected.