big antique dealer

Chapter 8
It was almost noon when we sent off Zhang Kejian.Let's come together for breakfast and lunch. There is a small restaurant in the community, and Zhou Shui ordered a bowl of ramen.The owner of the restaurant is a HN couple. They are very honest and very popular in this community. Their surname is Du. Because he is fat, the neighbors call him Du Fatty, but no one knows his real name.

Zhou Shui joked with Fatty Du while eating.Fatty Du admired Zhou Shui very much. Every time Zhou Shui ate, Fatty Du added extra ingredients.He has a daughter named Du Juan, who is about to graduate from high school.The little girl is not like her father, she is tall, thin and very delicate.As long as Zhou Shui came to eat, the little girl would definitely drop the work at hand and come out to chat with Zhou Shui. While chatting, she suddenly blushed and ran away with her mouth pursed.Zhou Shui was confused.

Last year, Fatty Du twisted his waist while carrying the noodle bag, and he could still walk in the afternoon, but at night, his waist seemed to be broken.The pain below the chest was severe, and I couldn't turn over.Zhou Shui went to bed early that day, and Du Juan cried and knocked on Zhou Shui's door, making a loud bang.Zhou Shui hurriedly opened the door in boxer pants.Seeing that it was Du Juan, she was startled.Just about to turn around and go back to get dressed, the little girl grabbed her wrist and dragged Zhou Shui downstairs.

Fatty Du was lying on the bed, and her woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying uncontrollably.Zhou Shui found out the reason, and used a sewing needle to prick Du Fatzi's ankle and knee socket a few times. At that time, Du Fatzi was able to turn over.After a quarter of an hour, Zhou Shui injected another needle into Fatty Du's knee, and used a canned bottle as a cupping jar to draw out a lot of black blood. Fatty Du was able to sit up, and Du Juan and her daughter burst into tears and laughed.

Look at Zhou Shui again, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, shivering from the cold.The little girl blushed and turned around.That time Zhou Shui caught a cold, coughed, and had a high fever.Du Juan actually skipped school and waited for Zhou Shui.Boil ginger syrup and scrape the sand for Zhou Shui, like a little daughter-in-law, and don't avoid suspicion.This made Zhou Shui very nervous.

Fatty Du and his wife also used words to talk to Zhou Shui later, although the words were not very clear.But Zhou Shui is not stupid, he understands that Fatty Du and his wife want to marry him.Zhou Shui also revealed his rigor intentionally or unintentionally.Although the matter was settled later, Zhou Shui found that the little girl became haggard a lot during that time.

After Zhou Shui finished eating the ramen, he suddenly remembered that the abbot of Fasheng Temple, old monk Jingxuan, asked someone to bring a message to Zhou Shui to visit the temple a few days ago.Speaking of old monk Jingxuan, he met Zhou Shui last year.Zhou Shui had read some Buddhist scriptures, and combined with his understanding of Taoism, he came up with some relatively novel ideas.Last year on Guanyin Bodhisattva's Christmas Day, Zhou Shui went up to the mountain to burn incense and had a talk with old monk Jingxuan.

Fasheng Temple is at the foot of Qinshan Mountain, about ten kilometers away from the urban area.Zhou Shui took a taxi and soon arrived at the gate of Fasheng Temple.A young novice was sweeping outside the door. He knew Zhou Shui, winked at Zhou Shui, smiled and clapped his hands, Zhou Shui also smiled.

Turning around the mountain gate and walking straight, it is the meditation room of the presiding monk.Old Monk Jingxuan planted a field of flowers at the entrance of the meditation room, all kinds of flowers blooming colorfully.

The old monk was watering the flowers at the door. When he saw Zhou Shui, his eyes showed joy. He put the watering can on the window sill and asked Zhou Shui for a question.Zhou Shui quickly returned the gift.The old monk let Zhou Shui into the house.

After entering the room, the two sat down.Because the old monk invited Zhou Shui over, Zhou Shui didn't speak, just waiting for Zen Master Jingxuan to ask questions.The old monk sat cross-legged on the Zen seat. As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked a confusing question: "The chaos is blurred. Is it the first to become a sage of Taoism, or the first to become a Buddha of Buddhism?"

Zhou Shui's heart trembled, and he couldn't answer for a moment.

Old monk Yijingxuan's fruit status, even if he has not attained Bodhi, he is still an eminent monk.It is very eloquent to ask such a question.Zhou Shui had to answer, and tentatively said, "Maybe Taoism came first?"

The old monk sat on the Zen chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Why?"

Zhou Shui paused for a moment: "I seem to have a long-standing saying of transforming Hu."

The old monk nodded, pondered for a long time, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Buddha cultivates the afterlife, Dao cultivates this life, my Buddha is merciful, why must this Buddha's fruit bear the next life?"

Hearing the old monk's words, Zhou Shui felt like being poured head-on by a basin of ice water, and couldn't help shivering - just these few words.It has been 50 years late for the old monk to clean up.

Zhou Shui was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.

Monk Jingxuan said again: "Benefactor Zhou, do you think that the old monk has fallen into a demon? No, no. Demons are not demons, and Buddhas are not Buddhas. How can I be me? What have I to do with me?" ?” As he spoke, the old monk formed a meditation seal with both hands, closed his eyes slightly, and entered the state of meditation.

He specially asked Zhou Shui to go up the mountain, and when they met, he said these nonsensical words.Zhou Shui felt confused.Seeing that the old monk had settled down, Zhou Shui had no choice but to come out lightly.At the gate, from a distance, I saw the little novice monk I met at the gate of the mountain waving to him.

Fasheng Temple is extremely quiet today, not only did not see the believers offering incense, but even the monks seemed to be absent from the temple.The little novice ran a few steps, took Zhou Shui's hand, and walked outside the temple.Zhou Shui asked questions, but the little monk didn't answer, just went outside the temple blindly.Fasheng Temple was originally built in the Tang Dynasty. After repairs and expansions, the main hall and side buildings have more than a hundred rooms.Especially the government renovations in the early 90s made Fasheng Temple one of the largest temples in the north.The little novice passed through the temple and crossed the temple, and led Zhou Shui out of the temple through a corner gate.

At a place leaning against the cliff, the little novice stopped walking.There is a cliff stone carving here, called "Lingquan Shurun". When there is a lot of rain, a small waterfall falls from the cliff, like playing music, and the sound of the water can be heard from a distance.The little novice called Zhou Shui Brother Zhou, a secular title.The child looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, his parents died when he was young, he was adopted by the monastery, and he was named Fan.Zhou Shui felt sorry for his loneliness, and often gave him one hundred and two hundred money, and Liao Fan also regarded Zhou Shui as a relative.

This kid speaks a standard Beijing accent, and usually studies cultural lessons and Buddhist scriptures with a brother who graduated from a Buddhist academy, which is quite comparable to Zhou Shui.I just heard him say: "Since that time, our abbot master is different, and we don't have morning classes. In the past, when we were meditating, we had a stern face, like a washboard. But recently, we always have a smile on our face. I don't know why, how does it look like a Zen practitioner?"

Zhou Shui couldn't figure out what Liao Fan said: "Which time? You didn't talk about the process, but only the ending, playing the game?"

Liao Fan patted his bald head: "Yeah, I'm used to talking to senior brothers. I forgot that you are not from the temple. Let me start from the beginning."

The little monk thought about where to start, and said: "Just last month, a lama came to our monastery to make an order. You know, the monks in the world are one family-but any monk, no matter which monastery he goes to. There must be a bowl of vegetarian food to eat. However, there are very few eminent monks in the inland monasteries to register. At first I thought he was a liar."

Zhou Shui was startled, and interrupted Fan: "Is it a liar? No way, just to cheat a few vegetarian meals with clear soup and little water?"

Liao Fan nodded: "Yeah, but I still can't figure it out. A monk from XZ speaks Mandarin better than I do. Did you watch the radio announcer? It's just like that..."

Zhou Shui interjected: "There's nothing wrong with this, some people are naturally eloquent."

Liao Fan said: "Don't interrupt me, listen to me. As you know, our monastery holds a Dharma meeting every three years. At that time, all the eminent monks of the Zen sect within five hundred miles will participate. This Dharma meeting is said to be the first in a century The most prosperous time. Some great virtues are difficult for us junior disciples to meet."

The little monk paused for a while, and then said: "At that time, I remember that an abbot brother of our lower courtyard said: I heard that a Tibetan eminent monk came to our monastery. If this is the case, it is also a coincidence. Why don't you come out and set up a meeting?" The Dharma seat, on the one hand, it shows that our monastery is both integrated and economical, and on the other hand, we can also see the secret method of hiding, and maybe we can find another shortcut. This senior brother became famous at a young age. Although he is the abbot of the lower courtyard, he came to the main temple. The position must belong to him. The monks in other monasteries also agreed." Liao Fan glanced at Zhou Shui at this time, and saw Zhou Shui listening attentively.

Liao Fan said again: "The lama came out with light steps, as if he was facing the wind, and his shoes didn't seem to be stained with dust. Everyone was dumbfounded, and he smiled slightly and waved to everyone. Then I sat down in the last seat. That day was to lecture on the Lotus Sutra, which is a great book of Buddhism. Because of different karma, path and fruit, each person’s enlightenment is different. Therefore, lecturing and distinguishing scriptures are all ways to increase wisdom and retribution important method."

Zhou Shui nodded and said nothing.

Liao Fan went on to say: "We young novice monks can't enter the auditorium. We all hid at the door and under the window to listen secretly. That day, I and a few senior brothers were lying on the left side of the hall door. This position happened to be able to see the TV station for seniors. Prepare the Dharma seat when the great arhat lectures."

Zhou Shui interjected: "Is it the tallest one, with the Qizhen and Bajixiang painted with gold powder on the seat?"

The little monk replied: "Yes, this seat has been vacant for hundreds of years. In fact, it is just a symbol. It is said that it was left by the founder of our temple. The patriarch left a will and said: In the future, there will be a great Bodhisattva on the throne. It is the day when the Dharma-rectification of the Fasheng Temple is flourishing."

Zhou Shui interjected: "The Dharma seat is so high, who would dare to sit if the fruit position is low?"

Liao Fan nodded: "No. The masters said that this high seat has always been there. If it is broken, it will be repaired, and it will be replaced by a dozen, but no one has ever dared to give a lecture. But when the lama arrived, for some reason, Everyone was speechless. The lama master himself sat in the last seat, and the people in front stood up one after another, but no one dared to sit in front of him. We looked in from the door. Only the lama sat, and the monks stood up. On both sides, I didn’t dare to let out the atmosphere. I watched the lama go straight to the side of the high seat and climb up the seat. No, no, I didn’t climb up. It seemed that something supported me and floated up. We Looking at it from a distance, the lama stood still, faintly, as if a light was shining from the top of his head. All the monks present and the novice outside the door couldn't help but kneel down."

Liao Fan paused at this point, as if looking around for something.Zhou Shui knew that this expression was a kind of profound fascination.

Liao Fan went on to say: "The weirder things are yet to come, and the lama kept on talking, in fact, the voice was not too loud. His mouth shape should be similar to that of usual chats, but every sentence, every word, everyone listened. It's so clear, it's like whispering in our ears."

Zhou Shui was completely taken in by the little monk's words, and asked, "Are there any other abnormalities?"

The little novice asked Zhou Shui: "Have you seen the flower rain?"

Zhou Shui asked back: "What flower rain?"

The little novice said: "The Buddha preached the Dharma, and the goddess scattered flowers."

Zhou Shui said: "I haven't seen it, but it should be true."

The little novice was a little excited: "What should I do? I saw it with my own eyes. Inside and outside the temple, there are colorful colors falling on the head, falling on the body, but never falling on the ground. It flutters down, at waist height. Disappeared. What fell on the body was slightly cool, and it immediately penetrated into the skin."

At this time Zhou Shui was completely stunned, he firmly believed that this was true - a teenage monk could not make up such a complete lie.

I only heard Fan and said: "At that time, I accidentally glanced at the sky, and Amitabha Buddha was on the top of this hall, like an arch bridge, with a small rainbow of seven colors, but it was a fine day. Ah, it's not raining, and it's not cloudy."

Xiao Liaofan swallowed and cleared his throat: "That day, a senior brother was ill and had a high fever, so he forced himself to hide outside the door to listen to the Fa. The flower rain fell, and his illness was inexplicably cured. I asked him, and he also I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t know if it was before or after the flower rain.”

Zhou Shui was completely infected by the little novice's words.

Liao Fan said again: "Brother Zhou Shui, I often heard that there are many great virtues and achievers in the Tibetan secret inheritance, who will be reincarnated according to their vows. Some lamas are called Rinpoche, also known as living Buddhas. Some of the methods have supernatural supernatural powers. I never believed in them before. But now I believe in them. I have seen them with my own eyes, and I have to practice hard. Hey, I don’t know how many lives it will take to practice like them? "

Zhou Shui sighed, put it aside for a while, and asked Fan: "When did this master leave?"

Liao Fan looked surprised: "Who said he left? He obviously didn't leave. This morning I delivered the fast meal."

When Zhou Shui heard this, he almost jumped up, hugged Fan and kissed him fiercely, then turned and ran into the temple.After running for a few steps, he turned back, took out a handful of money from his pocket, handed it to Fan without counting, turned around and ran towards the temple again.Fan shouted from behind: "He lives in the last room with bamboo outside the window."

(End of this chapter)