Tang Dynasty good brother

Chapter 220 Cotton
Looking at the small lump of cotton on the staff, Qin Hao was about to cry. God knows how he got through this winter without cotton!I thought it would be possible to see this thing at least in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, but it was brought to my eyes by a monk.

According to the original historical track, the planting of this thing for clothing was probably in the Yuan Dynasty, and the large-scale planting was in the Jiajing year of the Ming Dynasty. It's just that Qin Hao's knowledge is limited after all, and he didn't know that this thing had been passed down for a long time. It entered the Central Plains, but it was only for viewing, and the first one to bring it was Bodhidharma.

Everyone knows that Bodhidharma is from Tianzhu. Cotton is actually quite interesting. Its origins are Africa, Tianzhu, and Central America, and it is produced wherever it is hot, so that it has not been used for thousands of years. People know what this thing is for. Although Bodhidharma is comparable to a living Buddha, but the place in Tianzhu is extremely hot, he never thought that this thing can be worn on his body, but because it is white and spotless, and has no smell , so as their Zen sacred flower, it was inserted on the staff.

For so many years, cotton has been continuously planted in flower pots as the sacred flower of their Zen. Every time the master of Zen goes out, he picks a new one and puts it on the staff, because the Central Plains people have never seen such a miracle The flowers are quite pretentious.

Hong Ren didn't know why, but he could tell that Qin Hao loved the holy flower very much, and said, "Does the Bodhisattva like this holy flower? There are still a few in this temple. If the Bodhisattva doesn't abandon it, the poor monk can let someone give it to the Bodhisattva." Bring it."

"Master, the seeds of this flower... Seeds, how many seeds do you have? Give me, give me all."

Qin Hao lost his composure, and he couldn't help it. Most of the time he traveled here for nearly a year was with those victims. Although he himself was able to live a decent life, how did those victims survive in winter?When it is the most serious, sleep all night, push the people around you, if you get stiff, just dig a hole and bury it.

If there is cotton, how many people will die less!

Qin Hao read time-traveling novels in his previous life, and found that the protagonist can always get potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn and so on in various ways. In the second place, what Datang lacks the most is cotton.

Without cotton, a wealthy family like him can naturally use silk floss to keep warm, and a moderately well-to-do family can also get some animal fur to keep out the cold, but the vast majority of ordinary people in the world do not have this kind of treatment. The army wore linen clothes and fought in the knee-high snow. Qin Hao felt his bones ache.

Therefore, Qin Hao, who had been traveling for almost a year, lost his composure for the first time.

Hongren was stunned by this expression, but his disciple quit, curling his lips and said, "This holy flower is one of the symbols of my Zen Buddhism, and I am willing to give you one because it is because of the predestined relationship between the Bodhisattva and the Buddha. You still want it all?"

Hongren frowned and said, "Shut up, don't be presumptuous."

Qin Hao reacted and quickly explained: "Don't blame the two mages, I was really too excited to see this thing, master, this thing is of great use to me, to the Tang Dynasty, and even to the world, so please cut it off. "

Although his tone was polite, Qin Hao's tone was extremely firm. He thought to himself, you have to give it or not, even if you burn your Shaolin Temple because of this thing, I am afraid that the Buddha will not blame me for my crime.

"Amitabha, since this thing is of great use in the world, the poor monk is willing to give most of the seeds in the temple to the Bodhisattva. Perhaps this is the reason why the Buddha enlightened you to be my Buddha and Bodhisattva, but this thing is passed down by Bodhidharma after all. , and it is also a token of my Zen Buddhism passed down from generation to generation, please allow me to leave some in the temple."

Hongren's words are undoubtedly very polite. You must know that Zen is about word of mouth rather than written words. Whoever owns the mantle is the master of Zen. What's more, this request is both reasonable and reasonable, and Master Hongren is indeed worthy of the name of a generation of eminent monks.

Unexpectedly, Qin Hao shook his head and said: "No, this thing is too precious, especially the first batch. I didn't know it before. Now that I know it, I can't allow half of it to stay among the people. Please also ask Master Redemption, how about I create a pure gold staff for the master to replace this staff after a while as compensation?"

Qin Hao’s words were actually a bit aggressive. If it was the monks of the Pure Land School who heard that they could exchange gold for cotton, it might be quite beautiful, but Zen has always paid attention to imparting wisdom and not magic. Gold and silver things are naturally not taken seriously, at least they are far from being able to compare with Bodhidharma's mantle.

Ok. . . . . . After 1000 years, the fat man does not count, maybe 1000 years later there will be no Zen Buddhism.

Sure enough, when Shenxiu saw the little monk Shenxiu, he jumped up and scolded angrily: "You are so unreasonable, do you think that you are an official of the court and can give and take to us people who are outside the country?" Duo? Let me tell you, my Zen sect is not so easy to bully."

Seeing Qin Hao's inhumanity, Hongren couldn't help asking, "Dare to ask Bodhisattva, is this holy flower really so important? I wonder what the Bodhisattva wants this holy flower for?"

"Amitabha, master Hongren, little master Shenxiu, Buddhists pay attention to merit and virtue, the so-called saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, what this thing can save is not a life, but the lives of thousands of people, I think, Patriarch Bodhidharma passed on the mantle, and more importantly, the Dharma, which is wisdom. The so-called wooden staff and cassock are just the carrier of the Fa. I am happy to be alive."

"Amitabha Buddha, if it is true as the almsgiver said, this flower can live countless lives. Thinking about it, this should be the merit of my Buddha. If I keep it in my hand, I am afraid that I will create evil obstacles. My Buddha is merciful. For my Buddha's Mahayana teachings, this I just hope that the Bodhisattva will not let the old monk down, if these things cannot bring me Buddhist merit, the poor monk will not be willing to give up."

"Master, no! This is the mantle of the patriarch!"

"Idiot, idiot, the mantle is in the heart, not outside things. If I can give up a stick in exchange for my great merits in Buddhism, why not? Could it be that if I lose this stick, I will not be the true inheritor of Zen?"

Although Shenxiu finally cultivated into a generation of eminent monks, this child is still a bit stupid, otherwise he would not be so miserable compared to Hui Neng who was later than him. But he could only gradually realize that, for example, Hongren's words were clever, but he didn't catch them.

He didn't hear it, but Qin Hao did, and immediately assured him: "Master, don't worry, since this thing is the holy flower of Zen Buddhism and the mantle of Bodhidharma, the merits and virtues created by this thing in the future will be counted on the heads of Buddhism and Zen. Although I am a disciple of Taoism, I absolutely dare not steal such a great achievement."

(End of this chapter)