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: This is How Bodhisattvas Are Made (Part 1)

After sitting for half a day, his buttocks ached from the threshold, and the sun began to hang far away on the mountainside to the west. Ye Xiangseng sighed and stood up. The general trend is coming, and it is very difficult to avoid it. Today, he deliberately waited for the general trend to come, but the general trend was not born. Although he is not a lover waiting for a beautiful woman to elope all night, the anxiety in his heart is comparable.

“Oh, when are you coming?”

He stood up, not surprised to find dozens of monks in different clothes standing in the yard in front of him. Now that he showed his skills in Qingliang Temple, the great masters in Wutai Mountain must be able to sense Ye Xiang’s aura.

It is not surprising that the monks’ clothes are very different in color, after all, there is a mixture of green and yellow on Mount Wutai, and the monk and lama stayed on the same mountain for a long time. Today, both sides sensed that a big man with unpredictable and profound realm came from the mountain at the same time, so they followed the breath and found the acting classroom. gas.

But earlier, the precious statue of Bodhisattva was lightly painted, and the handsome young monk rested his jaw on the threshold, meditating, and his whole body was enveloped in the Buddha’s light. Such a strange image made all the great masters of Mount Wutai startled.

Who is this little monk who can elicit the clear light of the precious image of Rutong Manjusri Bodhisattva?

So the old monks and lamas didn’t dare to make mistakes, they just quietly waited for Ye Xiang to wake up, and then asked questions.

“Dare to ask this master where to go?”

The person who asked the question was Su Wen, the abbot of Baiyun Temple. This old monk had a very good personality, but he didn’t have the courage to manage the thousands of monks in Mount Wutai. He asked Ye Xiangseng a question very politely.

“The poor monk returns to Ye Xiang of the Yuan Temple.” Ye Xiang and the monk saluted slightly.

“It turned out to be Ye Xiangseng.” Abbot Suwen sighed: “No wonder I was a little familiar before. I don’t know how Master Binku is.” We have met each other a few times, if Ye Xiang’s face has not become more childish and beautiful over the years, maybe the other party would have recognized him long ago.

Ye Xiangseng smiled slightly and said, “Okay.”

The answer to this question was too simple, and it felt a bit disrespectful. The eminent monks of the other big temples around showed hesitation on their faces, thinking to themselves, this Guiyuan Temple has relied on the mountain gate to protect the Dharma in recent years. Tian Xing was resident in the monastery, so he was too perfunctory for other fellow practitioners.

Ye Xiangming did not turn his eyes, and his black pupils were shining. How could he not know the worldly thoughts of these people, and he was lazy to pay attention to them. He stretched out his hand and said, “Your monk will pay homage on his own, and you don’t need the company of the masters.”

What he said was sincere, but those masters became more and more angry, thinking that you are trying to drive people away, how can it be so easy, and the monks who knew guests in Qingliang Temple were still confused by you.

Su Wen, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, smiled awkwardly, and said, “It’s just those people in Qingliang Temple.”

The meaning of the words is endless, and Ye Xiangseng has never lied in his life, so naturally he would not respond in a whisper, and sighed: “The pure place of Buddhism has been made into a place to collect money. The little monk will give a little punishment. If there is any place to give up , please forgive me.”

In this sentence, there is no mention of lifting the restriction imposed on the Zhike monk.

The monks gradually gathered around, and Ye Xiangseng was still standing steadily outside the high threshold, but the clear light on the statue of Rutong Manjushri suddenly faded behind him.

The monks who came up did not dare to move first, after all, they had seen visions before and knew that Guiyuan Temple had always hidden dragons and crouching tigers, so they didn’t know what amazing supernatural powers this young monk possessed. But the monks were also divided into two teams. The monks in the Qingmiao were more polite, while the big lamas in the Yellow Temple had nothing to do with Guiyuan Temple, so they stepped forward unceremoniously, wanting to arrest Ye Xiang and go down the mountain to save people. .

There was no expression on Ye Xiangseng’s face, but he was not indifferent either, just a crystal clear light of kindness.

Abbot Su Wen saw that it was a battle of supernatural powers, he didn’t know if there was blood on the ground, he couldn’t help but chanted the Buddha’s name, he was going to come up to smooth things over, but was persuaded by the elders of the other big temples. Qingmiao and Guiyuan Temple have a good relationship, so it is inconvenient to do it yourself, and now seeing that the lamas of Huangmiao are willing to play the role of this villain, these monks are naturally happy to see him succeed in the future, Master Bin Ku was angry because of this, and at the council meeting Participate in the last one, and that will be followed by Huangmiao. On the Qingmiao side, in short, there is no loss.

A big lama in red came forward and saluted Ye Xiangseng from a distance, and a gust of wind blew through the air.

“I am Guru Dalang’er of Bodhisattva Ding Wenshu Monastery, and I have met an expert.”

Ye Xiangseng could clearly feel a wave of breath coming from the air, he couldn’t help but smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, “You’re so polite.”

Lama Dalang’er was shocked, thinking how his supernatural powers were useless in front of this little monk. He forced his way up, and took seven steps in a row, only to see gray shadows swimming on the stone board, shaking with golden steps. Stepping out, the time in the air suddenly slowed down.

The monks who were a little closer to the lama stood frozen on the ground with different facial expressions.

“What you do to me is what I give to you.”

Ye Xiangseng said with compassion on his face, and saw that the master Dalanger, who was in a high state, suddenly froze and could no longer move.. However, Ye Xiangseng stepped forward, bowed to the monks in all directions, and said, “Magic powers are used to subdue demons and protect Dharma, but not to fight bravely.”

As soon as these words came out, the prohibition imposed on Guru Dalanger was immediately removed.

Guru Dalang’er said loudly, but he was so terrified that he couldn’t speak. His eyes were full of awe and fear. Suddenly, he knelt on the ground with both knees and stretched out his hands, stroking the soil, in a hurry He spoke a lot of Tibetan.

The monks in the Qingmiao didn’t know what the master was talking about, but the lamas in the Huangmiao could hear clearly, and their expressions changed according to the words of Master Dalang’er, from shock to fear to fear and then to fear. Respect, Qiqi knelt down towards Ye Xiangseng in the middle of the arena

Ye Xiangseng was startled for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corners of his lips. He had revealed a little bit of his realm to this guru earlier, but he didn’t expect that this guru’s power of comprehension was so brilliant, and he knew that he was an existence far beyond the ordinary.

When the lamas of the Yellow Temple knelt, the monks of the Green Temple were a little at a loss. They knelt along but didn’t know what supernatural power this Ye Xiangseng was. It seemed a little uncoordinated to stand here abruptly without kneeling.

A monk couldn’t help but whispered: “What the hell are these lamas doing?”

Not all the lamas knelt down on the ground with Guru Dalanger. After the monks in the Qingmiao discussed and retreated a few meters, two lamas, one big and one small, appeared.

The older one was already middle-aged, his cassock was a bit tattered, his face was dark, his eyes were piercing, and he didn’t know what kind of luck he had, but his skill was even more profound than those red-clothed lamas on Mount Wutai.

Ye Xiangseng looked at this face, and said slightly: “Tashi Lama.”

This is exactly what Lama Tashi met outside Tashilhunpo Monastery when Ye Xiangseng and Yi Tianxing traveled to Tibet. When it came to the real Manjushri Bodhisattva, since then, Lama Tashi, who used to be fierce and brave, changed his surname, led the decree of Ye Xiangseng, and spread the Dharma to cure diseases in the Tibetan area. One day later, he was honored as a living Buddha by the poor people.

All the monks in Mount Wutai knew Lama Tashi’s achievements and respected them, but the previous master Dalang’er was a little scared when he saw that Lama Tashi refused to kneel, for fear that this kind-hearted lama would offend this god. Like a little monk.

Thankfully that didn’t happen.

Lama Tashi respectfully took the hand of the young lama beside him and walked to Ye Xiangseng, knelt down in front of him, bowed his head and kissed his instep respectfully.

Ye Xiangseng lifted him up with a wave of his hand, smiling all over his face, and with his clear eyes, he found that there was a pure halo hidden behind the lama. Knowing that his achievements have been improving over the years, he couldn’t help comforting him and said, “You are very good.”

Lama Tashi was beaming with joy, then regained his composure, lowered his body, and knelt in front of Ye Xiang.

Ye Xiang stretched out his right hand and gently stroked his top, performing a nominal empowerment ceremony.

But Ye Xiang’s gaze was fixed on the face of the little lama who was about three or four years old next to Lama Tashi. The little lama’s face was red and black, which looked very ordinary, but each of his hands was holding a magic weapon. The magic weapon is made of two hollowed-out ivory handles, you can’t feel the breath on it, but it makes people look very peaceful.

Ye Xiangseng looked at the little lama for a while, his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn’t say anything, just smiled and nodded.

The little lama didn’t know why this great supernatural power that his master respected so much nodded to him, but he was resolute in nature, and when he followed his master on the path in the Tibetan glacier, he never complained of suffering. The child didn’t show any surprise, but nodded solemnly.

The little lama, three or four years old, nodded seriously, and looked funny, but no one dared to laugh.

The lamas of Huangmiao only knew that this young monk with a childlike face was a great Buddhist disciple from the words of Guru Dalanger, but when they saw that Lama Tashi, who is highly respected by everyone, actually held the ceremony of disciples of later generations to this Buddhist disciple, I can’t help but have a big doubt in my heart, who is this little monk?

Master Dalang’er stood up, walked up to Ye Xiangseng, gave another respectful salute, and then dared to go to Lama Tashi and asked a few words in a soft voice. After hearing his question, Lama Tashi shook his head, then turned to Ye Xiangseng and saluted.

Ye Xiang knew that he was asking me for instructions. After thinking for a while, he thought that he had already been to Mount Wutai for such a long time, but he still hadn’t come down due to the overwhelming momentum, so he nodded with a smile.

With his approval, Lama Tashi said a few words in Tibetan to Master Dalanger.

The panic in Master Dalang’er’s eyes became more and more severe, but fortunately he woke up immediately, chanting the Buddha’s name non-stop, crying and laughing, lying in front of Ye Xiangseng with great excitement, and kowtowed non-stop.

Regardless of whether it is the Buddha or the money, but after staying on Wutai Mountain for so long and enshrining Manjusri Bodhisattva for so long, I suddenly knew that the person in front of me was really the reincarnation of Master Tsongkhapa, and Master Dalang Er was a little crazy Shake, mixed joy and sorrow.

The monks in the acting classroom were even more puzzled.

“I am for all living beings.” Ye Xiangseng said blankly, “I want to hold a Dharma meeting here, please arrange it.”

The Great Strength Bodhisattva hadn’t come yet, so Ye Xiangseng decided to make the commotion even bigger. In fact, he still has someBodhisattvas should not have selfishness. Although Guiyuan Temple is currently full of incense, Bin Ku is about to pass away, and Ye Xiang decided to set up an idol for Guiyuan Temple that no one dares to disturb before he “death”.

The lamas of Huangmiao were overjoyed, and immediately went to arrange everything. At this time, they had vaguely known the identity of Ye Xiangseng, and being able to listen to the Bodhisattva’s lectures with their own ears was a blessing that could not be cultivated in hundreds of lives. The lamas showed admiration on their faces, and they refused to leave to set up the scripture table.

Ye Xiangseng didn’t do much either, he smiled and sat on the ground.

The lamas of Huangmiao also sat on the ground.

The monks of the Qingmiao retreated outside were still skeptical, but they also wanted to hear what this mysterious young monk had to say, so they took some futons, sealed the temple gate, and sat together under the courtyard wall, Wait quietly.

The venue of the puja was very simple, all the tourists in the Yanjiao Temple were invited out, but it was quiet, no one dared to make a sound, just waiting for the start of Ye Xiangseng’s puja.

Ye Xiangseng said softly: “I went back to Wutai for half a day, and I didn’t feel any emotion. The world is like this. It’s just that everyone keeps their duty. Where is the monk’s duty?”

“At the practice place.” Su Wen, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, replied with a slight frown.

“Cultivation methods are different, how should we observe?” Ye Xiang asked again.

Another monk responded: “You should hold the view of impermanence.”

Ye Xiang shook his head: “This view is not that view, this senior brother is eloquent but doesn’t know what he means.” At this time, he faintly revealed the aura of a Bodhisattva, and the monks of the whole temple bowed to the ground. Take it for granted.

“Guiyuan Temple talks about convenient methods, but it’s not all the same.” Ye Xiangseng’s face was soft, and he continued: “The five anti-drug methods in the Sitting Meditation Samadhi Sutra are the outline of Zen and the foundation of diligence. Brothers and sisters in Wutai , but let go at the root, it’s a pity.”

This is about what’s going on down the mountain.

I don’t know who Ye Xiangseng is going to say to this Dharma meeting.

“Do you understand?” Ye Xiangseng looked at the three or four-year-old lama next to Lama Tashi with pity.

To be continued: