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Chapter 682 Shaved...

In the abbot's meditation room in the backyard of Qingshou Temple.

"Yes." After finishing all this, Wang Xian knelt down and said respectfully, "Master, please have a meal."

"Hmm." Then the old monk slowly opened his eyes, just glanced at him lightly, then reached out to pick up the bowl and chopsticks, and concentrated on eating.His breakfast is very simple, only a bowl of porridge, a yellow noodle roll, and a small plate of pickles, but the old monk enjoyed it very much. After wiping his mouth with the handkerchief Wang Xian handed over, he glanced at him and said, "Didn't you get kidnapped?"

"If the apprentice just stays like this, it will embarrass the master." Wang Xian said with a smile.

"You still have the face to make such a big noise." Dao Yan sneered again and again: "As soon as he came back, he ran around everywhere and came to me again. What's his intention?"

Wang Xian thumped in his heart, and wondered if the old monk had opened his eyes, and I only entered the city yesterday, okay?And all actions are very secretive, even Ji Gang doesn't have the ability to detect his whereabouts.

'Could it be that the old monk is deceiving me? 'Wang Xian couldn't help thinking secretly, this also makes sense.After all, in the current situation, I have no reason to come to see the old monk as soon as I enter Beijing. After all, the old monk is a character who may be of great use or may be useless. In any case, I should finish the chess pieces that are definitely useful, and then come to meet him. luck.

These psychology are subtle, but in fact, as long as you think about it in another place, you can't guess it.Thinking about it this way, the old monk probably saw through him and was playing tricks to deceive himself.Well, let it be like this, he took a deep breath and settled down.While tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, he said in a low voice: "Master, I'm thinking about going wrong. As soon as my apprentice returns to Beijing, I will come to see the master first."

"What are you looking at me for?" Dao Yan laughed bitterly, his face was wrinkled, very ugly. "Is my face pretty?"

"I miss my master, come to say hello to my master." Wang Xian smiled obediently.

"Now that I've invited you, you can go." The old monk said with a half-smile, obviously seeing through his tricks.

"Master..." Wang Xian said with a shy smile, "I have been a master for so many years, but I haven't served my master properly yet."

"I've never served you before." The old monk said, "Let's go."

"I haven't heard the master explain the scriptures yet." Wang Xian changed his words again: "I want to practice with the master for a while."

"This is the truth, accepting it and not teaching it, I am ashamed to be a teacher." The old monk nodded, as if agreeing with Wang Xian's excuse, before Wang Xian could be happy, he heard him say quietly: "Do you really want to practice with me? "

"That's...naturally." The smile on Wang Xian's face froze immediately, and he secretly shouted that it's not good, this old monk must be playing tricks.

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"Okay, there are three thousand Buddhist teachings, and I only take one practice. Do you know what kind of Zen I am practicing, master?" The old monk's triangular eyes were filled with a narrow light.

"Forgive me for your ignorance." Wang Xian said in a small way: "I don't know anything about Buddhism, so please teach me from the beginning."

"That's not necessary. Buddhist practice talks about sudden enlightenment, regardless of the length of time." The old monk said with a smile: "One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. That's what it means."

"It's so profound..." Wang Xian laughed dryly and said, "That disciple is trying to achieve enlightenment."

"Well, yes, I am very optimistic about you." The old monk said with a smile: "But since you want to practice, you must first shave, are you willing?"

"Ah..." Wang Xian looked puzzled: "Do you want to shave your head?"

"Why, don't you want to?" The old monk touched his bald head and said, "Cultivation is to cut off, if you don't even want to shave your hair, what's the point of practicing?"

"Then... alright." Wang Xian said with red eyes, "I am willing to shave my hair."

"Well, yes, children can be taught." The old monk didn't expect him to agree, and said with a smile, "You go to Xinyan to shave you, change into a monk's clothes, and then talk."

"Yes, Master." Wang Xian leaned over to salute, and pushed out of the meditation room with a food box. After closing the door, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. This old monk really couldn't be fooled...

In fact, the capital has a population of one million, and Beizhen Fusi has many strongholds. Wang Xian has no need to come to Qingshou Temple if he wants to hide and be safe. He came here to drag the old monk into the water... Such a heavyweight, If he could stand on the opposite side of the King of Han, even if it was just a symbolic stand on the opposite side of the King of Han, the encouragement to the Prince would be beyond imagination!
Although he hasn't spoken yet, it's clear that the old monk already knows why he's here, but Wang Xian has made up his mind to stay even if he's begging for nothing...

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In the treasure hall, Wang Xian knelt in front of the statue of Buddha, Xinyan and Zhike monk Xinci stood on one side, and on the other side stood two young monks holding trays, one with a razor in it, and the other with a folded body. Neat robes.

"Have you thought about it?" Xinci couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Shaving is not a joke."

"I've made up my mind." Wang Xian nodded.

Xinci wanted to persuade him again, but Xinyan gave him a cold look, so he had to shut up quickly, and Xinyan finished listening to Wang Xian with a deep voice, and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"Just one question, doesn't it seem like you don't need ring scars?" Wang Xian asked in a low voice, "I don't think any of you have any..."

"No, ring scars have nothing to do with my Buddhist teachings, it's just a bad habit started by Meng Yuan," Xin Yan said lightly: "But if you think about it, my brother, poor monks don't mind the trouble."

"I don't want to." Wang Xian quickly shook his head and said with a smile, "Brother, please shave me."

"Okay." Xin Yan picked up the razor from the tray. At this time, the Sanskrit music was playing in the treasure hall, and all the monks recited the holy name of Sakyamuni together.In this solemn Sanskrit sound, Xin Yan broke Wang Xian's braids, lifted a bunch of hair on the top of his head...then, pulled Wang Xian's entire hair...

"Huh?" Xin Yan was stunned for a moment, and all the monks were also dumbfounded. They all forgot to chant when they saw Wang Xian who had short hair.

"Hehe..." Wang Xian said with an embarrassed smile, "Because of some reasons, I shaved my head before..." He was talking about the time in Mount Wutai, in order to pretend to be a monk, several of them kicked and shaved their heads bald.But that was also what happened last winter. It is said that the hair should have grown a foot long, and it can't be so short...

In fact, once Wang Xian shaves his head, he no longer wants to grow long hair...Men also have long hair, which is the most uncomfortable thing for him to come to this world. Long hair on top of his head is stuffy and hot. , Every morning, he has to comb his hair and dress up, which makes him feel awkward.So after that, Wang Xian always showed people with short hair when he was at home or when there were no outsiders, and he only wore a wig when he went out to meet people.Although the people around him kept muttering that the lord's hair didn't seem to be growing long, but no one dared to ask, so he was free and at ease.

So Wang Xian was not at all embarrassed by the old monk's request to be shaved, because he was only half an inch away from the bald head...

"What's the matter?" Xinci couldn't help asking.

"There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust?" Wang Xian clasped his hands together, Baoxiang said solemnly.

"Amitabha." Xin Yan and others hastily proclaimed the Buddha's name, and praised: "Master really has the roots of wisdom."

"It's grown a little more, and I'll ask my brother to shave it." Wang Xian said silently to the burr on the top of his head.

"Yes." For Xin Yan, he couldn't be more proficient. He used the razor to shave Wang Xian's head bald.

The little monk handed over the monk's robe again, and said solemnly: "Please go to the back to take a bath and change clothes, and come back to meet again."

"Yes." Wang Xian took the monk's robe with both hands, followed the young monk to an empty room at the back, kicked the young monk out, and took out all the bottles, cans, chickens and dogs on his body... Although these things are inconspicuous, they belonged to him The life-saving magic weapon... I just started to take off my clothes, and took a simple cold shower with a basin of water.After all, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it was a bit cloudy today, and he felt chilly naked, and taking a shower with cold water made him shiver.Can't help cursing secretly, will it kill someone to prepare some hot water?

But that’s how it is in the monastery, it seems that ignorance of suffering is not considered practice...

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When Wang Xian reappeared in the Daxiong Palace, he was already a lively young monk.All the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name to him, and Wang Xian also clasped his palms together to return the salute. When he saw Dao Yan appearing in the hall, his heart sank again. He didn't know what the old monk was going to do again.

"Junior brother, the master will personally preside over your next ceremony." Only Ting Xinci smiled and said: "This is a great blessing."

"Disciple is terrified." Wang Xian said sincerely, he was really terrified, worried that the old monk didn't know how to fix himself.

The old monk smiled slightly, but there was nothing out of the ordinary, just asking him to make a vow first... The so-called vow is the great wish made by the practitioner before practicing, such as the earth treasure Bodhisattva's vow that he will not become a Buddha if the hell is not empty.It is a big ambition, Wang Xian naturally does not have such a big ambition, so he made a small wish:

"From today onwards, my disciples make a deep vow to stay away from evil laws and never recreate them; to practice the holy way diligently and not to be lazy; to become enlightened; to save sentient beings. Amitabha, with the power of compassion and vows, you should prove me and be Pity me, and be punished by me..."

After he had made his vow, Daoyan asked him to pay homage to his teacher Sakyamuni Buddha nine times, three times to all the masters of our sect, and himself three times, which is considered a complete ceremony.

When Wang Xian saw that the most recent portrait of the patriarch was Monk Peng, even though he had heard about it from Zhang Fu, he couldn't help but gasped.Secretly thought that these two old monks were indeed in the same line.

At this time, all the senior brothers came forward to sincerely congratulate, and there were even congratulatory gifts... Although they were all things like rosary beads and scriptures, Wang Xianneng could clearly feel that they really treated him differently.Although he was also called a senior brother before, it was just a superficial matter, and he was not regarded as one of his own until now.

After the congratulations were over and all the monks returned to their seats, the old monk slowly said: "Since you have made an oath to practice and made great vows, I have to teach you a method as a teacher." After a pause, he said: "I asked you before as a teacher Do you know what kind of Zen I practiced..."

(End of this chapter)