Mystery Makes Me Strong

Xue Wenfa turned his head to look at the fat monk, who was smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

He hates monks.

Because they are the sworn enemies of the doctor.

After the patient was cured, the patient hurried to the temple to fulfill his vows, offering a large sum of money for sesame oil, and saying that the Bodhisattva is the true spirit.

If the patient could not be cured, the family members beat the doctor severely, and then went to the temple, the monks said that the patient deserved such a fate, that they were not sincere enough, and received a sum of sesame oil money.

In the land of the East, this wind prevails.

Therefore, people seek mystery and falsehood, but do not seek truth and truth.

Those who seek the latter will find it difficult to move forward; those who seek the former will have a smooth journey.

It's just that Xuanhejia can only be internal, not external, and outsiders don't believe in your monk or your way; so every time you are severely beaten by the outside world, the atmosphere will change for the next generation.

"I don't believe in Buddha, and I don't seek Buddha." Xue Wenfa said seriously.

"Hehe, Buddha is just a symbol, it's just convenient to say. Buddha is principle, truth, and reality. It is in the heart, in the flowers, in the fog." The fat monk said seriously.

"Borrow old bottles for new wine?" Xue Wenfa understood a little bit.

No wonder the great monk took a fancy to him, probably because he took a fancy to his behavior of daring to break through the world and ethics in order to save lives.

"The benefactor is very savvy. If you want to cleanse the world, you can only adapt to the world first. If you want to break the myth of the fountain of youth, you must first learn the true truth and then teach it to people. When people can see the world clearly, they will naturally not believe it. What ageless spring water." The fat monk nodded.

Xue Wenfa thought for a while, and then said: "Then I will go with you, but you and I agreed that in the future, we will not even want the word Buddha."

"That's natural. People in the future will naturally have fate in the future. The four elements of Buddhism are empty, and the word Buddha itself is also empty." The fat monk said with a smile.

This talented doctor has both the attributes of reason and a scholar.

Moreover, he is extremely bold, for the sake of the truly important thing - human life, he can ignore such harsh etiquette and court laws.

This is a born pusher.

As long as it is carved well, it will definitely attract a large number of people.

In this way, the monk's reincarnation can complete his merits and virtues again.

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"Mathematics is the foundation of all things and the root of Buddha nature." The fat monk solemnly drew a 0 on the blackboard.

"0, is the monk's bald head. Why does the monk have to be bald? It is to start from zero and practice again." He then pointed to his bald head and said.

Xue Wenfa was puzzled and said, "I remember when the temple was ordained, it was said that it meant letting people down."

"That's because their comprehension was wrong. What did you let go of? How many monks let go? They are all mysterious and false. A bald head is 0, just remember."

"Understood." Xue Wenfa nodded.

"After talking about 0, let's talk about 1, 1 is used to refer to the quantity of 1 item, it is an abstract symbol, and 2, 3, 4... These symbols all come from another place, they are the same as I, II, III in the counting chip It is the same, but it is more convenient." The monk continued.

Xue Wenfa had no difficulty in accepting these.

After all, he dared to do those things, let alone these foreign symbols?

If you were a master, you might think that only the symbols left by your ancestors are the best.

However, a discerning person can tell at a glance that I, II, and III are easy to say, and IIII is obviously not as simple as 4, and IIII is even more so.

The big fat monk started teaching simple mathematics, including column and vertical calculations, and some geometric figures.

Xue Wenfa gradually realized the difference between what the other party taught and the nine chapters of arithmetic he learned.

The latter often focuses on solving a practical problem, but does not sort out a set of theories.

But what the other party taught can solve a series of problems.

The so-called East emphasizes Dao, and the West emphasizes art, but it is actually the other way around. The East emphasizes art...the West emphasizes Tao.

The advantage of the East's pursuit of reality is that there have not been too tragic religious wars. More importantly, once it falls behind, it is immediately willing to change, willing to change, and can quickly catch up with the trend.

Instead of clinging to that little thing and keeping it until you are eliminated.

Xue Wenfa is like this now.

He also pays attention to practicality. The monk said that these things can crack the fountain of youth, so he will learn it.

Even if these things are different from what the ancestors said, he will not hesitate.

"Let's go, apprentice, let's go to a temple and talk about these things." The fat monk continued.

"Why go to the temple?" Xue Wenfa asked puzzled.

"Because the monks are the only ones who have nothing to do, and if they are moved, they will not affect the people. The poor people don't have the time to listen to this, and the rich don't have the time to listen to this. The prerequisite for scholars to listen to this is the imperial examination." The fat monk said. .

Sure enough, peers are most afraid of peers.

Xue Wenfa nodded.

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Daxiangshan Temple.

"It's nonsense, a bald head is 0, where did you come from, a demon monk!" the presiding monk shouted angrily at the fat monk.

"Monk? There is a Buddha in your heart, and there are Buddhas everywhere. I am a monk. What kind of monk are you?" The fat monk laughed.

Then he asked again: "Do you know how many hairs there are on the Buddha's head?"

The host said: "The hair of the Buddha's head is as many as the sands of the Ganges River."

"The Buddha's head loses one hair today, two hairs tomorrow, and four the day after tomorrow. How long will it take for the Buddha's head to become like us?" The fat monk asked again.

The host was stunned, and then said: "The hair on the Buddha's head will never fall out, because it doesn't increase or decrease."

However, the monks who listened to the two discussing the Fa became interested.

Yes, double every day, keep going, how long will it take?

It seems easy to calculate.

Someone starts to count.

Mathematics was occult from the beginning.

All kinds of mathematical puzzles seem to contain the truth of the universe.

"See, the Buddha is closely related to numbers. Every part of the Buddha's body is number. If you only talk about the mystic, you will never see the Buddha, but you can get close to the Buddha through numbers," the fat monk pointed to his bald head and said, " Just start from 0."

The monks whispered to each other.

The host finally had the fat monk kicked out.

But the monk set up a stall at the door and wrote four large characters: "What is Buddha?"

People coming and going on the side of the road were all attracted by him.

In fact, the ancients were sometimes very open-minded: in the southeast, people in strange costumes abound, and all kinds of strange talks are even more overwhelming.

Of course, this is the scene of the Central Plains Dynasty.

The debate on Buddha and number quickly unfolded.

Quite a few scholars who were bored with idle time, and guys who were full, joined in one after another.

Some treasure hunters also listened curiously.

After listening for a while, I started to greet my friends.

Because they were pleasantly surprised to find that these mathematical knowledge can be used to find the treasure hidden by the old man.

For example, the trigonometric function that the monk said.

With simple tools, you can calculate how high the mountain is and how deep the lake is.

These things that were used to be life spies in the past are now calculated.

Tomb robbers also learn mathematics, but they are not destined to learn it in broad daylight.

Treasure hunters are serious business.

The treasures that the master hid before his death are theoretically ownerless.

In many cases, it is the son who hires treasure hunters to find Lao Tzu's treasure.

It is impossible for the government to catch this matter.

After all, reincarnation is just reincarnation, and there is no guarantee for the property of the previous life.