Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 40 On the Buddha
"But since the founder established the foot temple and the mountain temple, there is nothing wrong with it."

Xu Zisu smiled lightly.

The current monk was similar to him, not only in age, but also in strength.

He possesses the strength of the Spirit Sea Realm entirely because of his possession, and the person in front of him who possesses the strength of the Spirit Sea Realm at a young age is undoubtedly a legendary genius with extraordinary talent.

Let a genius be greeted and sent off at the Foot Temple, without even thinking about it, it is for experience.

Therefore, he asked in a wicked way,
Sure enough, it is a flower in a greenhouse. If placed in Buddhism, it will be like a false monk who can only recite sutras without knowing its meaning.

He doesn't even understand the simplest Buddhist theory of 'all living beings'.

The Myoho Lotus Sutra is called the first sutra, and it is also the sutra for attaining Buddhahood. It contains the Buddha's words: All things and all living beings are equal.

Looking at the world, how can all living beings be equal?

Are the common people equal to the merchants and gentry?

Or are merchants, gentry and officials equal?
Can humans and demons be equal?

It just means that from the perspective of fate, all living beings are equal.

And a deeper understanding is that whether all living beings are equal or not depends on people. If you think they are equal, they will be equal. If you think they are unequal, then they will be unequal.

At present, the foot temple and the mountain temple are both Tianluo temple, and they are both places to offer incense and repay vows. In his opinion, there is no difference. This is equality.

"What do you think, Junior Brother?"

"The Buddha said: Do not speak, do not speak."

"Senior brother, let's continue our enlightenment. The young monk will go up the mountain first."

After saying this, he walked straight towards the mountain steps without waiting for Puyan's reaction.

Pu Yan looked at the back of the young man who was much younger than him, with a flash of doubt in his eyes, and then turned around to greet the pilgrims.

In the foot temple,
An old monk, who was sitting cross-legged, chanting sutras and tapping wooden fish, opened his eyes covered by long eyebrows, glanced at Xu Zisu, who was walking up the mountain steadily and powerfully, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
It is a good seedling.

After a while, he glanced at Pu Yan who was waiting for him outside the door, and couldn't help but shook his head.

The qualifications are very good, but the understanding is too poor.

There are a total of [-] mountain steps, which coincides with the [-] difficulties of Buddhism.

As I stepped onto the last step, I turned around and looked down the mountain. Incense curled up like clouds of smoke, figures were as invisible as ants, and the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be within reach before my eyes.

At noon,

The mountain temple bell rings,

Xu Zisu's mind gradually calmed down.

All the bustling worldly world can never compare to a moment of tranquility in the mountains and forests.

The magic power in the body surged, and a white lotus bloomed. The cultivation level in the early stage of the spiritual sea realm was broken as the mind relaxed.

In the middle of the Spirit Sea Realm,
Without relying on merit, the mirror will be broken naturally.

Of course, this is also because he is at the peak of the early stage of the Spirit Sea Realm and is on the verge of breaking through.

The current breakthrough is also a surprise.

Then, he followed the pilgrims and walked towards the mountain temple.

Compared with the prosperity of the Foot Temple, the Mountain Temple is more ordinary. There is no so-called Daxiong Hall, but only one offering hall for offering incense. To his surprise, there is no Buddha statue in the offering hall, only a big word "Buddha" .

Xu Zisu stared at the Buddhist characters in front of him in trance. After a long time, he smiled slightly and bowed.

"Junior brother, the altar is for pilgrims to worship. The mountain temple only worships the Buddha but does not worship the Buddha."

Xu Zisu looked sideways and saw a middle-aged monk walking slowly from the side to remind him.

"Pudu of Jinshan Temple has met senior brother."

"The poor monk is universally favored, and the junior brother is polite."

"Brother, when did you see your brother worship Buddha?"

The middle-aged monk was slightly startled, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Junior brother, wasn't he worshiping Buddha just now?"

Xu Zisu smiled slightly: "Brother, I'm afraid I misunderstood, the monk has never worshiped Buddha before."

"Amitabha."

While the two were talking, a Buddha's name came out and an old monk walked over.

"Pu Yuan has met my uncle." Pu Yuan on the side bowed and saluted.

Xu Zisu also made a Buddhist salute: "The little monk Pudu has met the great monk."

After looking at Xu Zisu, the old monk pointed to the word "Buddha" in the Buddhist hall and slowly asked: "What is Buddha?"

"The little monk is the Buddha." "The Buddha is you?"

"The little monk is the Buddha, but the Buddha is not the little monk."

When the old monk heard this, he nodded with a smile.

"Who is that Buddha?"

"Buddhas are all living beings, and all living beings are Buddhas."

"Good, good."

The old monk smiled appreciatively, then looked at Pu Yuan aside: "Now I can understand."

Pu Yuan looked at Xu Zisu and said hesitantly: "Junior brother worships me?"

The old monk shook his head and waved helplessly: "Go to the dining hall."

"Yes, uncle."

The middle-aged monk bowed and turned to leave.

There is still a trace of confusion in his eyes, what exactly is the junior brother worshiping?
After the middle-aged monk left, the old monk sighed helplessly: "Cultivating Buddhism means cultivating one's body. If you can't understand such simple Buddhist principles, it's a joke."

"You don't have to be persistent, great monk. It would be a good thing if you can practice Buddhism."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Does Buddha have a realm?"

"Boundless."

"Is it possible for ordinary people to pursue Buddhahood?"

"No."

At this point, Xu Zisu didn't ask any more questions.

No one can pursue the Buddha's realm. If we take the Buddha's realm as our goal, wouldn't it be a road that never ends?
This is a typical pie painting, and it is still unfinished.

Of course, there is a certain risk of going astray. After all, this path is too vague and vague, and the mind is easily shaken. Mortals' beliefs collapse, and at most they become depressed or even go crazy. If a monk's Taoist heart collapses, he will become obsessed and die by self-destruction.

The old monk frowned and thought to himself. Although it sounded like nothing was wrong, he still felt that something was wrong.

After a few breaths, he shook his head and threw it behind him.

When his state of mind has reached this level, it can no longer be shaken by just a few words.

"Xiaoyou is a monk of Jinshan Temple?"

"Exactly."

"Why did you come to Tenluo Temple?"

"On the orders of Abbot Fayan, I came here to deliver a letter."

"In that case, let the old monk go."

"Unknown elder's name?"

"Old monk Tianluo Temple Supervisor Zhiran is in charge of all the chores in the temple."

"Amitabha."

He supervises the temple and takes charge of all the miscellaneous things in the temple, ranging from monks' robes and meals to the temple repairs and other chores. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the second-in-command of a temple.

The most important thing is that the old monk now is a profound cultivator of Xuan Dan.

Under the leadership of the old monk, he bypassed the incense hall and walked towards the rear, only to see that besides the monks, there were countless pilgrims offering incense.

"It's the dining hall opening right now, and most of the benefactors who go up the mountain are going to eat fast."

"Does the temple still provide meals?"

"Exactly."

This is extremely rare. Take Jinshan Temple as an example. Even if there are pilgrims coming, they don’t care about food.
Of course, except those who come to ask for food.

However, this also explains the prosperity of the incense in Tianluo Temple on the other hand. After all, if you don’t have money, how can you treat pilgrims to dinner.

After passing through several Buddhist temples, I came to a remote Buddhist temple. I saw a pine and cypress standing upright in the courtyard, towering into the sky. No matter how you look at it, it must be hundreds of years old.

"Brother."

"come in."

The door of the meditation room opened, and a very kind voice came out.

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