Suzaku

Great Wisdom

“Guiyuan’s surname is the same, so there are many families.”

Ye Xiangseng read this sentence with a smile, took off the hat on his head, took off his sunglasses, and walked into Guiyuan Temple, thinking in his heart that although there are different methods of convenience, in the end it really works.Is it possible to unify all methods into one?

“Big brother.”

The Zhike monks at the gate of Guiyuan Temple bowed to him. Ye Xiangseng looked up and saw the large golden characters written on the black plaque directly above the mountain gate. For some reason, he sighed and waved his hand lightly, preventing the other party from saluting, and also waved away a few yellow leaves that fell on the plaque.

When he entered the temple, the monks he met along the way saluted him respectfully. In the mundane world, Ye Xiang is the first disciple of Master Bin Ku, the abbot of Guiyuan Temple. Today, Master Bin Ku doesn’t care about the world, and only meditates in the wing room. All the disciples know that Ye Xiang will definitely succeed the head of Guiyuan Temple in the future There are no two candidates, so I am very respectful. And everyone knows that the senior brother now lives in the small bookstore of the guardian of the mountain gate all year round. Seeing him come back today, he is naturally very affectionate.

After finally meeting all the juniors and uncles with a smile, and dissuading everyone, Ye Xiang walked to the small stone arch in the back garden, thought for a while, and frowned, but he didn’t go to the thatched cottage, but He turned a corner and came to the abbot next to Cuiwei.

Gently pushing open the wooden door, I saw Master Binku sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding the string of sandalwood beads in his right hand and gently rolling them, his left hand in front of him, slightly moving his slightly dry lips, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Ye Xiang took an old light yellow futon, placed it in front of Master Bin Ku, sat down cross-legged, and saluted, “Master, I’m back.”

Master Bin Ku slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with white mist, looking very terrifying. This was the disastrous consequence of Caomang’s killing after Zhang Guolao went down to earth years ago. At that time, grass clippings pierced Bin Ku’s eyes like swords, making him blind.

Binku smiled slightly, blinked his blind eyes, and said, “Since I’m awake, how can I call my Master Bodhisattva present? Forgive me for not being able to see. It’s a sin.”

After a long time, Ye Xiangseng also smiled slightly and said: “The master of this life is my teacher.” After a pause, he said softly: “I want you to heal your eyes.” Calling him master means re-establishing the relationship between the two.

Bin Ku smiled slightly and said, “Bodhisattvas have supernatural powers, so naturally they don’t take this mundane suffering seriously, but the poor monk doesn’t want to cure it.”

“Why don’t you want to treat it?” There seemed to be a little more comfort on Ye Xiangseng’s Qingmei face.

“The poor monk has practiced Buddhism since he was a child. When he was young, he was enlightened by Guanyin himself. Since then, the Buddha’s heart has been firm and has not changed a little. However, there are red dust in the world, and there are countless red dust in the Buddhist world. I opened my eyes and saw this world. Acting in accordance with Dashi’s decree, adopting you, teaching you, and instigating the guardians to go to Meiling to kill my old friend.” Master Binku frowned tightly, as if he was not at ease, “I don’t think this is bad karma, I just say yes The Dharma Protector Vajra is also like this. Ever since he became blind, he has seen darkness in front of his eyes, but the darkness is peaceful, and he seems to understand many things vaguely. The Buddha re-cultivated his mind. After decades, I still haven’t achieved Bodhi, but now I’m blind, but I can see more clearly, and I seem to be closer to that road.”

Ye Xiang understood what he said, bowed his head, and knew that this great monk with a loyal and pedantic face, but actually a master of tricks, had finally seen through certain things. Thinking of the relationship between the two in the secular world, Ye Xiang couldn’t help being happy for him.

The lake water next to the small hut in the back garden was gently rippling. Ye Xiangseng sat by the lake, gently holding a hug of the lake water, and sprinkled it on his face. His current realm has long been accomplished, and the bodhisattva supernatural powers that have been hidden for many years have also slowly seeped out from Ye Xiang’s body, which caused the Tiancassock of Guiyuan Temple to sense, and slowly left the corner of the temple roof , turned into a big green translucent cassock, floated up, and a strong breath came from the sky.

Every plant and tree in the back garden sensed this pressure and knelt down on the ground trembling.

But Ye Xiangseng didn’t seem to feel anything.

A burst of joyful shrill laughter came from the hut, and the old ancestor’s buzzing voice also sounded: “You monk, what you do is really funny.”

Ye Xiangseng said with a sad face, “Why is the Great Sage laughing?”

“It’s nothing, it’s just that when my apprentice first entered Guiyuan Temple, he wondered why the iron lotus in the lake was so strong, so he gnawed a few mouthfuls, and my family laughed louder at that time.” The old ancestor said with some pride: “You are smarter than that idiot, so you naturally know why the iron lotus in Guiyuan Temple is so strong.”

The strength of the iron lotus in the center of the lake in Guiyuan Temple is known to all the world. In the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, the magistrate went to war to snatch the iron lotus in Guiyuan Temple. Unexpectedly, the servants in the city were blown into the sky by the ancestor’s sneeze.

Ye Xiangseng smiled wryly and said: “The lotus branches in this lake are mortal things, but the great sage has lived here for five hundred years, and the urine he excreted flows into the lake, and a fairy energy is born to nourish the water, so let the lotus morph, It has become a fairy, and it is naturally very strong.”

The old ancestor laughed and scolded: “Since you, a monk, know that you still use this lake water to wash your face, why don’t you eat my urine and go hahahaha.” The old monkey laughed very happily when he thought that the Bodhisattva had eaten his own urine .

Ye Xiang shrugged his brows, as if he didn’t care about this question at all.

If Yi Tianxing had heard about this, thinking that he had gnawed the Tie Lian, he would have vomited endlessly by the lake, and then he would beat the old monkey with a stick to commit suicide.

With a creaking sound, the old monkey wearing close-fitting thermal underwear pushed the door out of the hut. The light-colored pink thermal underwear was put on a furry body, which was slightly transparent.With a domineering feeling of staring at the world, it is as awkward to watch as it is. There is no doubt that this kind of thing must have been done by that strong woman Zou Leilei.

As the ancestor left the house, the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle buzzed and revealed a light blue light body, covering his breath in the circle.

Even so, there was still an incomparably powerful aura seeping out, and as soon as it merged with the aura of Ye Xiangseng sitting by the lake, it immediately shook the cassocks in the sky above the sky, fluttering, and was about to go Run the formation.

Ye Xiangseng made a bitter face again, and said, “Go back to the house, or the cassock will be turned on again this day, what should I do?” He looked up at the huge blue cassock floating in the sky, frowned slightly, and murmured: “This The cassock is the dharma robe of Zhan Tan Gongde Buddha, how can it trap you?”

The old ancestor answered his doubts: “Master, this cassock is a good magic weapon for righteousness and peace of mind. The key is the ten thousand zhang Buddha light hidden in the cassock.” The old ancestor’s voice paused, with a trace of unwillingness and Yin Li said: “Buddha’s light can’t kill me, but I can’t kill him, so I’m so annoyed.”

Ye Xiangseng’s figure fluttered slightly, and he floated to the red temple wall, out of the range of the cassock. Tian Jiasao sensed that the powerful force below was a little less, and the momentum of floating was naturally a little weaker.

The old ancestor sat on the stone steps in the hut, stretched out his furry palm and moved back, and took out a bottle of light blue fruit wine out of nowhere, bit off the glass neck of the bottle, and drank it with his head raised, a little The wine spilled on his lips, and the aroma overflowed.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the slightly floating cassock above his head, and was speechless for a long time.

“Manjusri, you are almost awake, are you ready to go up?” the ancestor asked leisurely.

Ye Xiangseng was sitting on the wall, wearing a black windbreaker, and with a childlike face, he looked very strange. He replied, “The great sage should call me Ye Xiang.”

The old ancestor scolded: “Manjusri is Manjusri, and Ye Xiang is also Manjusri. You stupid donkey is so rigid, how can you really let go of the shackles in your heart and regain your magical powers.”

Ye Xiangseng smiled and said, “Why does the Great Sage care so much about my level today?”

The old monkey stifled, then laughed and cursed: “Since you are going to go to heaven, my family must count on you to have a higher level, otherwise you will not be able to help me if something happens to my cute apprentice and naughty grandson. Ass.”

Ye Xiangseng responded: “I’m not going to go up, at least, I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

The old ancestor roared: “If my house doesn’t go up, if you don’t go up, that idiot who engages in Qiyi Tianxing will definitely be tricked into doing coolies by Guanyin Bodhisattva again. You have to go up and stop it.”

Ye Xiangseng said with a sad face, “Your Majesty’s actions naturally have profound meanings. I, Mount Xumi, have received a lot of favors from her, so how can I be suspicious.”

“Tsk tsk.” The old monkey was very angry, but praised: “It is really worthy of that bastard’s big disciple of the Buddha. Manjusri, who is known as the most intelligent of the seven Bodhisattvas, was killed dozens of times in the world and was reborn dozens of times. , rebuilt dozens of times, and actually repaired such a stupid stone that does not doubt or ask questions.”

The old ancestor became more and more angry as he talked, humming and cursing non-stop.

Ye Xiangseng responded with a wry smile, “But this little monk is not Manjusri after all.”

“Cultivate from scratch in this life.” The old ancestor’s voice was a bit gloomy, “But you are awake now, why don’t you admit it?”

After a while, a sigh slipped from Ye Xiangseng’s lips. He sat on the high red courtyard wall and said quietly: “Since the trip to Tibet, I saw Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and I often think about the past. For hundreds of years, everyone has been enlightened. Manjusri Bodhisattva is a Bodhisattva of great wisdom. Why do I still see things ignorantly, act indefinitely, and have no taste of wisdom? Why can’t I figure out where the Buddha went?”

Immediately there was a smile on his face: “Sometimes I even think about why Samantabhadra was able to suffer cruel injuries and endless sufferings in Tashilhunpo Monastery, and he still persevered for hundreds of years. I was born in the world. But I spent dozens of lives only in this prosperous place in the Central Plains. I was born and died, resurrected, and was killed by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva. Maybe people in the world have been wrong all along. I can’t even think of resisting the path of life in this world, since I have cultivated to the position of a great Bodhisattva anyway, I can’t really die after death, I just go through countless kalpas and live countless lives.”

The faint voice of the old ancestor resounded on the stone steps: “I think the Buddha has received countless disciples in his life, but you have always been ranked as the boss. Even my master had to call you “brother” when he saw you before he was promoted to the Buddha. In terms of fighting, you are not as good as me, in terms of planning, you are not as good as Guanyin Bodhisattva, in terms of practice, you are not as good as Samantabhadra, and in terms of power of vows, you are inferior to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva by countless levels The Buddha always thought you were a person of great wisdom, and I always couldn’t figure it out.” He sighed, and said again: “It’s just that you and Puxian were fooled by the Buddha’s teaching. Mount Sumeru is so dilapidated now, People all over the mountain are dead and imprisoned, but you can still treat them with a smile, it’s really pedantic.”

Ye Xiangseng replied: “Puxian can bear it, but when he is about to leave, he asked me to see how that person is for him.” He smiled bitterly and said, “It’s just that if you really see what that person is like, so what can you do?”

That person, of course, was talking about the Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva who had been hiding in the dark all this time, using thunder and cruel methods to snipe and kill the Mount Sumeru crowd.

Finally, Ye Xiang came to a conclusion for himself: “SeeingAfter Samantabhadra, I recalled the events of many lifetimes. I am ashamed, maybe I really just thought that I saw through it, so I did nothing. ”

After the old ancestor was silent for a while, he suddenly said sharply: “If there is no real result at all in the end of this matter, maybe the Bodhisattva is the real great wisdom if you do nothing.”

This is a very high praise, but the old ancestor’s unintentional words may be the closest to the truth of things. Look at the world, conspiracy, war, calculation, everything, everything, if in the end, It’s just that the white mang is clean, who can say that Manjushri’s choice is not the greatest wisdom?

Ye Xiangseng smiled and shook his head.

“If you think too much about anything, it’s easy to think about it.” The ancestor sneered, “Puxian is also a wimp, and he was forced to hide for hundreds of years by the general trend. Let’s talk again.”

Ye Xiangseng smiled bitterly and said, “Bodhisattva’s body will be destroyed too.”

The old ancestor scolded: “If you are beaten to death, you will live again, and then you will fight again. If you can’t win once, you will fight twice. If you live tens of thousands of lives, you will fight thousands of times.” In all ages, there will always be a day when we win, there is no reason to be timid without fighting.”

Such a piercing and contemptuous battle cry, such a soaring aura, can only be expressed by this natural rebel who enjoys fighting with the sky.

The old ancestor summed up the speech: “In a word, the Buddha is too petty. He taught you and Samantabhadra, but he kept his secrets and refused to teach you how to fight. It’s so sad that he was beaten up by a mere Bodhisattva Bodhisattva. ,sad.”

It turned out that the monkey talked for a long time, just to prove a thing he had been brooding on for a long time: Buddha is a very sinister, petty and shameless villain.

To be continued: