The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 25 Meeting Gongsun Ce Again

Sanzanglou is free of board and lodging fees for monks. This place not only has good food, but also has a quiet environment. It must be very comfortable to live in.Daoran was not hypocritical, and directly opened a room in the Sanzang Building, and lived there with peace of mind.

Putting aside the large basket containing gold and silver, no one would have thought that there was a huge sum of money in this humble basket.

Daoran took a comfortable bath and washed off the dirt all over his body.

After changing his clothes, Daoran took out the copper bowl again and began to recite the mantra of passing away slowly.

The dispute with Shenxiu in the Sanzang Tower during the day seemed to be completely ignored by Dao Ran.

The three-eyed old ghost Ma San couldn't help but popped his head out of the copper bowl, listening to Daoran chanting sutras with a full face of enjoyment.

In two days, after thousands of reincarnation mantras, Ma San still showed no signs of being saved, but his illusory body became much more solid.Originally, there was only a faint outline, but now it became a translucent jelly shape.

Not only that, from the appearance, Ma San seems to be much younger, from an old man of six 70 years old to a middle-aged man of four 50 years old.

Daoran felt that the situation was a bit wrong, and after chanting the rebirth mantra for the last time, he asked Ma San, "Ma Shizhu, do you have any special feelings? Is there any change in your body?"

Ma San showed a thoughtful expression, and then said: "The little man feels very good. His body is so light, as if he would be blown away by the wind at any time, but after listening to the master's chanting, he feels his body has strength."

After finishing speaking, Ma San flew out of the copper bowl, floated to the table, and picked up the copper bowl.Although it looks a bit strenuous, it can barely fly with both hands.

Daoran didn't know what to say, how could he become a ghost refining ghost, and Ma San might become a ghost fairy if he continued to read it.

Daoran really couldn't figure out what went wrong. Did he remember a few pronunciations wrong when he was learning the mantra of rebirth?

"Benefactor Ma, I'm not a good monk, so I'm afraid I won't be able to save you." Daoran said apologetically.

Hearing this, Ma San showed a frightened expression and said, "Master, please don't give up on the villain. The villain is easy to feed. He doesn't need food, drink, or anything. If the master doesn't want to read scriptures to the villain, then the villain will be fine." It’s fine if people don’t listen. A villain...a villain can be a cow or a horse for the master, just want to stay by the master’s side.”

Ma San was so anxious that the third giant eye on his forehead was foggy, as if he was about to shed tears.

It turns out that ghosts can cry too, I have learned a lot.

Daoran sighed, Ma San had been abused for too long before his death, and he only read to him for a few days, and he regarded himself as a reliance.

"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. Don't worry, Master Ma. Since the little monk has promised to save you, he will naturally not break his promise." Dao Ran comforted.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" Ma San knelt in front of Dao Ran and kowtowed repeatedly.

If it weren't for him being a ghost now, the strength of this kowtow would probably break the eyeballs on his forehead.

Daoran helped Ma San up, he didn't dare to recite the mantra of rebirth, he had to think of other ways to save this undead.

The meaning of the Rebirth Mantra is to appease the undead and let the undead let go of their obsessions.

Now that there is a problem with the rebirth spell, maybe there is another way to appease him?
Daoran asked Ma San to return to the copper bowl, and left the room holding the eating fellow.

The monk's robe on Daoran is still plain, but compared to the dusty environment when he first arrived in Hangzhou City, he now feels as if he has been reborn.

The people who passed by Dao Ran, whether male or female, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Who is this little monk, and how can he look so good-looking?

When he obtained the talent of Baoxiang Majestic five years ago, Daoran was already used to the feeling of being watched, and could politely nod to everyone.

Such an indifferent posture makes people feel that they are extraordinary, like an eminent monk who has seen through the world.

Daoran went downstairs and was about to go out when he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Master Daoran, please stay still."

Daoran turned his head and saw a scholar in a plain blue Confucian robe standing behind him.

"Mr. Gongsun?" Dao Ran said in surprise.

This person was with Shenxiu, watching Gongsun Ce, the judge of Hangzhou, who Daoran finished his table full of food.

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he stayed in the Sanzang Tower after lunch and did not leave. Could it be that he was waiting for him?
"Master Daoran also knows me?" Gongsun Ce said politely.

Daoran said calmly: "I only met once at noon today, so I will recognize you naturally."

"However, I didn't report my name to Master Daoran at that time..." Gongsun Ce's expression was a little awkward in the middle of speaking.

Gongsun Ce is also a smart person, and he already guessed that all the conversations between him and Shenxiu were heard by Dao Ran.

But at that time, Gongsun Ce and Daoran were more than three feet away, and they deliberately lowered their voices to talk to Shenxiu. How could ordinary people hear their conversation from such a distance?

Could it be that this little monk has practiced the rumored Buddhist supernatural powers?
Looking carefully at Dao Ran's face, although immature, there is a kind of almost divine radiance, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a mortal.

It seems that I really met a Buddhist eminent monk.

"Gongsun Ce felt ashamed in front of the monk. At that time, I heard Master Shenxiu's one-sided words and misunderstood the monk Daoran. I am really sorry." Gongsun Ce said politely.

"Amitabha, you don't care about your mind, and no one is perfect in this world. Mr. Gongsun just suspected the little monk, and he didn't do anything rude, so there is no need to apologize." Dao Ran said.

Daoran is not the kind of character who would kill his whole family just by looking at him, so naturally he doesn't take this trivial matter to heart.

"Master Daoran's magnanimity, I really admire it. However, I heard that Buddhism emphasizes understanding one's mind and seeing one's nature, and one should talk about one's mind regardless of deeds. Why does Master Dao do the opposite?" Gongsun Ce asked.

"It's just because the little monk hasn't practiced his mind. What the naked eye sees is only the appearance. If you don't see the heart, how can you talk about the heart? To understand the heart and see the nature, it is your own heart, not others. If one day, the little monk Only by cultivating to become a Buddha and being able to understand people's minds can one be qualified to say a word about mind regardless of deeds." Daoran explained.

After hearing this, Gongsun Ce felt that the young monk in front of him was different from the monks he had seen before.

Even the monk Shenxiu likes to quote the scriptures when talking about the Dharma, and use the scriptures to increase his persuasiveness, in order to use his own set of principles to convince others, in the euphemistic name of spreading the Dharma.

Daoran is different, this young monk is obviously very knowledgeable, yet he is so self-effacing.

Gongsun Ce felt that what Daoran said was right, people's hearts are separated from their belly, before becoming a Buddha, who can see clearly?
How can you judge right from wrong when you can't even see it?
As the general judge in Hangzhou, Gongsun Ce is also in charge of prison litigation, and it is often difficult to distinguish between black and white in the cases handled on weekdays.

I have seen human relations tragedies in which sons kill their mothers. What the son of man said was that he could not bear to see his mother paralyzed in bed, suffering day and night, so he took his mother's life to help her escape.

In terms of heart, this person seems to be out of filial piety and should be innocent.

But after careful investigation, I heard that this person was usually idle, and his mother was paralyzed in bed. It was because this person failed to ask for money that he severely injured his mother.

However, this is just a rumor and there is no evidence.

Gongsun Ce didn't sleep for several days, and he couldn't confirm the truth of what this person said, whether he was a true filial son or a murderer of his mother.

After a long delay, the man caught wind and cold in prison, and finally died.

Until now, Gongsun Ce can't tell right from wrong.

Hearing Daoran's words just now, Gongsun Ce suddenly became enlightened.He is just a mortal, not a Buddha, how can he hope to understand people's hearts?
To understand one's mind and see one's nature is one's own mind.

As long as you uphold the principles of fairness and strictness, and only rely on evidence to judge cases, there is no right or wrong.

Gongsun Ce bowed deeply to Daoran, and said gratefully, "Thank you, the divine monk, for clarifying the confusion."

Daoran clasped his hands together, and replied: "Mr. Gongsun is serious. But Mr. Gongsun stopped the little monk to discuss the law with the little monk, right?"

Gongsun Ce stood up straight again, and said to Daoran: "At first I just wanted to get acquainted with the divine monk, but now, I want to invite the divine monk to stay at my house for a few days."

"Why?" Daoran asked.

Gongsun Ce took two steps closer and said in a low voice: "Lingyin Temple is sure to win this Dharma Discussion Conference, and it will send Master Shenxiu to participate in the Dharma Discussion Conference, and it will be a blockbuster at the conference.

"But Venerable Master Shenxiu has been taught by you, the divine monk. I'm afraid that on the day of the Dharma discussion, more defeats than victories. Lingyin Temple will never sit idly by, and I am afraid it will be detrimental to the divine monk."

"Mr. Gongsun is a judge in Hangzhou. Don't they dare to commit murder in front of Mr. Gongsun?" Dao Ran asked strangely.

Lingyin Temple is so powerful that it is not afraid of even being sentenced, so the prefect of Hangzhou may not have enough weight.

"It's not enough to commit murder, but putting some laxatives into your food, the monk, or harassing people at your door for several days in a row, so that people can't rest. Such trivial matters are not easy to arrest people, but they will greatly affect people. If you don’t have the spirit, then you will suffer a disadvantage when you participate in the Law Conference.” Gongsun Ce explained.

Daoran: ...

This Lingyin Temple, did they use such low means?
Fa Hai, Fa Hai, are you so foolish that you let your disciples worship such a person as their teacher?

Daoran is very grateful to Gongsun Ce, this is not only a reminder, but also to help him avoid these troubles himself.

No matter how much Lingyin Temple attaches importance to this law conference, it does not dare to make trouble with the judges.

The two just met by chance, and it is very rare to be able to achieve this level.

But Daoran is not going to trouble Gongsun Ce.

First, Dao Ran did not come to participate in the Law Conference.

When he was at Jinshan Temple, Fa Hai never told his disciples about these things.Dao Ran thought about it, probably because Fa Hai has hard fists but a stupid mouth, and it is easy to overturn when discussing the law with others, so swinging fists is more suitable for him.

Therefore, Jinshan Temple does not have any atmosphere of discussing the Dharma. On weekdays, the brothers and sisters practice hard on their own. If they don’t understand, they ask Fahai in private, and then they are driven to retreat or copy Buddhist scriptures.

What law to discuss, what sutra to argue?

It's better to practice honestly, and when you are so tired that your mind is empty, you will naturally realize it.

Since you don't participate in the Fa Discussion Conference, the small tricks of Lingyin Temple are meaningless.

Second, there are too many things in Daoran that ordinary people can't see.

There is a fierce ghost inside the copper bowl. When practicing the Tianlong Babu body protection spell, it is very likely that four arms will grow.At that time, I am afraid that if he wants to scare Gongsun Ce to death, the crime will be serious.

"Mr. Gongsun's kindness, the little monk appreciates it. Please rest assured, the little monk came to Hangzhou, not to participate in the Fa Discussion Conference, and there will be no conflict with Lingyin Temple."

"Didn't you come here to participate in the Fa Discussion Conference? What is the reason for the divine monk to come to Hangzhou for thousands of miles? If I can help, I will do my best." Gongsun Ce said.

"That's really a coincidence. The little monk happened to need Mr. Gongsun's help on one matter."

"Please say."

"Mr. Gongsun, please help me buy a good piano." Daoran said very seriously.

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This chapter has more words, but there is only one update today, so I am embarrassed to ask for a monthly ticket.

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