The gods who travel between the two worlds

Chapter 33 If you want to be Buddhas, dragons and elephants, you must first be sentient beings, horses and cows

Chapter 33 If you want to be Buddhas, dragons and elephants, you must first be sentient beings, horses and cows
"Guangde, your mind is disturbed... Go and copy the Lotus Sutra."

In front of the Daxiong Palace, the presiding abbot, Master Jingyan, looked at the young novice next to him, who seemed to be fascinated, and sighed inwardly.

During this period of time, even he knew more and more about the rumors from the outside world, especially the novice Guangde and the nearby townspeople who worshiped Buddha. It was inevitable that people would talk about Father Song's combination of Chinese and Western , Gossip about wit fighting ghosts and ghosts, although everyone still respects the temple because of the factors of past beliefs.

But after listening to it a lot recently, the abbot can also see that as a young novice Guangde who often receives friends and devotees, there seems to be some changes in his heart.

He also sees this, like some believers who came to worship Buddha from outside, looking at Guangde's youth, always with a bit of ridicule, and persuading him, Mr. Song, a novice, to bring Buddhism and a cross. Blend it.

Although the speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention, especially in the current complicated environment, he is not stingy with humiliation.

After all, the word "combination of Chinese and western" sounds exciting to spectators like them, but how dare the novice Guangde take up these words, otherwise, it would be the reputation of their Cilian Temple that spread the corruption, and even, because of the Internet Developed, it is not impossible for the Buddhist Association, which is already under a lot of pressure, to issue Buddhist books.

On the side, the little novice Guangde came back to his senses when he heard this, his expression was a little downcast, but he clasped his hands together and said softly, "Yes."

But the abbot looked at him, but shook his head again, and said, "Have you heard too many rumors these days?"

Hearing this, the little novice monk's expression changed, and his heart became panicked, but after all, he was a young man without much experience, so he just bowed his head and said yes for a while, and remained silent.

Seeing this situation, the abbot looked at him, turned around, looked into the hall on the other side, looked at a few monks doing their homework, and sighed: "The words of outsiders can move my heart, which means that the practice is not enough. You see You brothers, these days when you sing the morning and evening classes, you can't concentrate..."

The little novice who heard this said also looked to the other side, but saw that his senior brothers, Zhenxing and Rusu, the two disciples who presided over the abbot in the early years, were also listless, but the novice But Guangde knew that the two of them watched Mr. Song's live broadcast all night yesterday and didn't sleep well. If they can have a good spirit during the day, they will be damned.

But novice Guangde is also clear that his two senior brothers are actually very envious of Mr. Song. After all, they have attached themselves to that priest Xu, and when he returns from America, they will definitely enter the ranks of the extraordinary in the future.

At present, there are only a few people in Xia Kingdom who have such opportunities. If they don't get crazy, I'm really sorry for his opportunistic nature. It was dealt with according to feudal superstition, but that day, even the platform official couldn't resist giving the other party a big rocket. This attitude was obvious enough.

Thinking of this, looking at the indifferent abbot, the little novice felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Master, my Buddhist school, is there a real method?"

"Guangde... do you know why I, a Buddhist practitioner, make a big vow first?" The host seemed to be not surprised by Guangde's question after hearing this, but judging from his expression, he seemed to have already made a wish. It was expected, but still did not answer this question directly, but asked back to the monk Guangde.

"This..." Shami Guangde was young after all, he was a bit stunned by the question for a while, but looking at the kind host, he couldn't help but said: "Master, does this have something to do with my true Buddha Dharma?"

"Is it okay?" The host asked with a smile on his face, "You might as well explain your understanding!"

"...Host, I see that in elementary school classrooms, on the walls, there must be postcards encouraging students to study. This wish should be the vision for the future, right?"

As he said that, Shami Guangde looked at the abbot and nodded his head slightly, and he regained his courage. He remembered a story told by a local practice anchor recently, borrowed it, and said: "I Taoists say that there are three treasures, the first is compassion, the second is frugality, and the third is not daring to be the first in the world. This is because they do not compete with others, so they must be contended for? Although Buddhism and Taoism have different views on practice, But the way back seems to be the same, so, can I understand this great wish as an attachment?"

Hearing this, the abbot nodded, looked at the little novice Guangde, and said with a smile: "Although you have a lot of words, regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it is not easy to have such insight at your age. It's..."

After listening to the abbot, he didn't talk about right and wrong, but encouraged him a little.

"Guangde, if you ask me the true teaching of Buddhism, then I will answer your great wish. In fact, I already have the answer. In the past, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva made ten great vows, Medicine Buddha had twelve great vows, and Ksitigarbha also said that hell is not empty." , vowing not to become a Buddha, so the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the past must first make great vows..."

"Only send out the vision, save all sentient beings, this great wish is also the foundation of practicing Buddhism..."

Hearing this, Guangde was still frowning and puzzled, and looked at the host and asked again, "What about my Buddha's true Dharma?"

Hearing this, the abbot was rather disappointed, but seeing his sincere expression, he finally muttered: "If you want to be Buddhas, dragons and elephants, you must first be sentient beings, horses and cows!"

This is a Buddhist verse in the Huayan Sutra, Guangde is naturally clear, but he always feels that it is not enough.

Thinking of this, novice Guangde still understood the abbot's intentions, but he was inexplicably disappointed in his heart. The conversation ended here. It's not that he still doesn't understand the truth of what the abbot said, but that this is different from his understanding of Buddhism. True Fa is always different.

Look at the angels and demons in America, look at the true cultivators in Wuhuaguan, and look at Mr. Song who quickly joined the church in the city and became a little monk under the priest.

Call the latter shameless, but they have already gained fame and fortune, and what they talk about all day is the combination of Chinese and Western, and the future of these people seems to be bright and smooth, accepting the extraordinary, but only Buddhism has not seen such a true law, then No matter how many sentient beings, horses and cattle, what is the use?
Instead, invite all beings, horses and cows, to manifest their supernatural powers.

Like my two senior brothers, they also practice well on weekdays, but why go to see Mr. Song in the middle of the night boasting and pretending to be aggressive? In the final analysis, there is still a psychological gap in it.

Even, thinking about it badly, Mr. Song is fine, so why can't I replace him?
"Ugh!"

A long sigh pulled Guangde's mood back to reality. The presiding abbot saw something when he saw him, but just about to speak to explain, suddenly there were bursts of rapid knocking sounds from the temple gate.

"Abbot! Abbot! Are you there? It's urgent... Hurry up and save someone!"

There was a rush of cries for help, causing all the monks in Ci'en Temple to look at each other for a while, but fortunately, the few of them reacted quickly, thinking it was something urgent, they got up and rushed towards the gate of the temple.

Seeing this situation, the abbot was quite surprised, but he felt something strange in his eyes, but he still calmed down, looked at the novice Guangde beside him and said, "Help me up, let's go and see together." What happened."

"Yes... yes, host."

Guangde collected his thoughts and quickly helped the abbot up, but with this contact, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the abbot compared to usual.

While talking, a group of monks stepped forward one after another, and after a while, as the temple gate opened, they saw a young man with white eyes and black foam coming in from the nearby farmers.

"This...why don't you guys send to the doctor as soon as possible?" Seeing this person's appearance, Rusu, the senior novice monk, immediately turned pale with fright. Seeing that this person was obviously poisoned, if this person died in the Temple of Mercy out of nowhere, I'm afraid they really can't explain clearly!

"The family members and the hospital have been notified...but we won't be able to get out here for a while..." Several men doing farm work nearby looked at each other and said that they couldn't get out. Fortunately, one of them seemed to know the truth, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to Rusu: "Master, it's not that we don't want to send you to the hospital... but that this young man seemed to have encountered something unclean just now and was bitten by something unclean." Take a sip..."

Master, this is a respectful title for monks.

"what!"

Rusu was startled when he heard the words, and his legs were a little weak immediately, but fortunately, he adjusted his mentality, strengthened his confidence, and was able to hold on to his thoughts. Immediately, he looked down at the young man who fell on the ground, but There was a striking wound on his arm.

As if bitten by something, it left a row of jagged scars.

"This... what kind of place was bitten by something?" Rusu looked at the injury, and believed that he had encountered something unclean. After all, based on his observation of the animal world and his understanding of the surrounding flora and fauna In terms of extent, there is really no animal that can cause such trauma.

"What happened?"

Rusu heard the sound, but saw that the abbot Master Jingyan rushed over, and hurriedly said: "Master, there is a believer here who was bitten by something..."

"Bitten? I'll take a look." Hearing the sound, Master Jingyan glanced at the rogue-like creatures in the crowd, and sneered inwardly.

Pulling out Guangde's arm to support him, before the latter could react, his whole body changed, and under the surprised gaze of the latter, he strode up to the injured.

"Hmm... I was really bitten by something unclean."

Master Jing Yan checked the wound, but saw that the blood on it had turned black, and felt the pulse of the injured again, showing some smiles.

"It's okay, people can still be saved..."

As soon as the words came out, the people around immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but before everyone could do anything else, a few young people in the crowd looked at each other, and immediately stepped forward and said: "Old monk, don't talk big!" , This person looks like he is foaming black, can he look okay?"

"If you don't understand, don't mess around. Wait for professional people to come over. If someone dies, you won't be able to pay for it!"

As soon as the words came out, the surrounding farmers were stunned. There was no problem with what they said. Looking at the man on the ground, he really looked like he couldn’t do it. They took a look one after another, feeling like they were neither retreating nor advancing.

After all, there is a human life in front of him.

"Oh, I don't know what advice some good believers have... go and bring a pot of rice washing water." Run in the direction of the kitchen and rush over.

When the young men saw this, their eyes lit up, as if they were waiting for this sentence, and the one in the lead twisted his body as if suffering from ADHD, took two steps forward and said contemptuously: "I think this matter has to be done." Cultivator Song, who believes in God, come here, you can see that this wound is definitely not something an animal can do!"

When speaking, he glanced provocatively again. This action made the group of monks behind him furious, especially when the other party brought out the name of the Song monk, so that the group of monks could recognize it no matter how dull they were. understood the meaning of the other party's words.

"Shanxin's words are reasonable, so I don't know what kind of animal can do such a thing?" Master Jingyan was not angry when he heard the other party's harsh words, but asked as if asking for advice.

Even Cultivator Song, who was provocative in the other party's words, was filtered out of his ears by himself.

Hearing this, the man was quite surprised, secretly spit on the monk's timidity, and looked even more contemptuous, but just about to speak, suddenly, Rusu ran over with a basin of rice washing water.

"The water is coming, Master..."

Hearing the sound, Master Jing Yan sighed in his heart, the setup was out of order, and he only wanted to save people, and he didn't care about making false claims with these people. Immediately, he took the pot of rice washing water, looked at the unconscious young man, and looked at it again. The little novice who looked at the side smiled and said, "Guangde, don't you want to see my Buddha's true Dharma? This is it!"

As he spoke, he lightly covered the rice water with one hand, muttering something, and in an instant, under the surprised eyes of everyone, a dazzling and warm golden light shone.

"This!"

Seeing this, Guangde immediately widened his eyes. There was shock and excitement in his eyes, and he was a bit at a loss. Rusu and Zhenxing reacted much more normally than Guangde. With a pious appearance, he kept singing and chanting.

When the people around saw this, they also fell into a state of exclamation, except for those few young people who were in a hurry, but they had a silly look on their faces.

In this era when extraordinaryness is gradually being confirmed, who dares to say that this is bluffing.

But before the man could say anything, a man suddenly pulled him to the back, and the people around him seemed to trigger something, and rushed over immediately.

"Living Buddha! Master!"

"Everyone, don't squeeze!"

Seeing the movement, several people like Rusu reacted instantly, and hurried forward to maintain order, while the young man drank the rice washing water, and at the same time, Master Jing Yan took the initiative to use the water to clean the wound.

Soon, I saw that the black blood had melted away on its own initiative, revealing red granulation, and the young man himself jumped up suddenly, vomiting for a while.

"Ugh...uh..."

A foul-smelling filth was spit out all over the floor, and it was even faintly visible, with blackened maggots twisting their bodies.

It made people want to vomit, and in an instant, a pungent stench spread, and many uncles and aunts around who rushed over immediately spread away holding their noses.

"Master...this is..." Guangde covered his mouth and nose, endured the stench, and knelt down beside Master Jingyan with an excited expression on his face.

"This is what you want, my Buddha's true law."

"If you want to be Buddhas, dragons and elephants, you must first be sentient beings, horses and cattle!" Guangde murmured.

"The enlightenment of the poor monk was enlightened by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and he has decades of practice. Guangde, a journey of thousands of miles begins with a single step..." The old monk laughed.

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