The Republic of China Conspiracy Records

Chapter 92 The Ugly Slave (1)

"Hey, you are so handsome, why did you become a monk?" She asked him, her big eyes fluttering, a little puzzled.

"To be honest, this matter is really muddled, and I haven't figured it out yet." He himself was a little embarrassed.

"Hey, can you still be confused about this?" She became curious, "What's going on, tell me quickly."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay to tell you, but don't think I'm lying."

"Okay, I believe you. Monks can't tell lies, or they will go to hell with their tongues pulled out when they die." She giggled, feeling that she was very close to the monk, and was very happy in her heart.

"Then I'll tell you." He said. That year, he came to this ancient temple alone to play, and somehow he turned to the monk's house. Outside a room, he saw an old monk falling asleep. A rosebush in front of the window is in full bloom.He was taken aback, there were roses in front of the monk's window, which was almost as bad as eating meat.

Just when he was puzzled, the old monk in the room woke up with a yawn, and then said to the window, "You're here? Come in."

He said in a daze, "You know who I am, so you asked me to come in?"

"This is strange. You don't know who you are, so you ask me instead."

"Then what did you ask me to do?"

"Since you're here, do you still want to escape?" said the old monk, looking very aggressive.

What an interesting old monk, he thought to himself, pointing to the roses in front of the window and said: "Look, the roses in front of the monk's window are like fire, they are really unclean."

The old monk smiled: "You are young, your eyes are not good, this is clearly a pomegranate tree, why is it a rose?"

He looked up, and there was indeed a pomegranate swaying on the site of the cluster of roses just now, and a small bird was jumping on the branch.

He was stunned, and then climbed into the room through the window.The old monk smiled and said: "If there is a door, don't go through the window."

He replied without thinking: "If you have flowers, don't reward them, wait for the fruits."

The old monk was very happy: "Okay, okay, you are finally here."

"Who am I?" He laughed again.

"Look, this is the second time you have asked who you are. Are you really so confused about your own life experience?"

He said, "Then who are you?"

The old monk shook his head, a little pitiful: "I haven't figured it out yet, so I asked others!"

He got angry: "Okay, I won't ask." Then he turned around and left.

The old monk shook his head: "You can't go."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you can't find where the door is." The old monk replied.

He looked around, and there was no door, so he couldn't help scratching the back of his head: "It's really strange, a room without a door."

The old monk said: "What's so strange, you didn't want the door yourself."

"Why didn't I want to open it myself?" He wondered.

"How can the person who wants the door climb in through the window?" The old monk sneered.

He was at a loss for words for a moment, and after a while he said: "It's a big deal, I'll climb out of the window again."

As he spoke, he walked to the window, but unexpectedly, he froze there again as soon as he looked out, because the room was raised one floor at some time, from the first floor to the second floor, and going out at this time would be like jumping off a building Different.He was shocked for a moment, and turned around to ask the old monk, "What's going on?"

The old monk covered his mouth with a smile and said, "It's easy to get on and off a thief boat."

He was a little discouraged, took a few steps by the window, and said, "Well, you have tried everything possible to keep me here, what is your intention?"

The old monk said solemnly: "I want to teach you the Dharma."

He declined and said, "I don't want to become a monk."

The old monk said, "How long have you been married?"

He said, "I haven't married yet."

The old monk snorted and said, "Since you haven't married, how can you talk about becoming a monk?"

He said: "I can't quit meat."

The old monk laughed loudly, and took out a plate of braised pork from under the bed: "The Buddha did not forbid you to eat meat, but you forbid the Buddha to eat meat."

He said again: "I can't recite scriptures and Buddhas."

The old monk said: "The patriarch's decree is all broken straw sandals. It is better to be barefoot than not to wear them."

He spread his hands: "To tell you the truth, I don't believe in Buddhism."

The old monk was very relieved: "This is the best, just become a Buddha by yourself."

He was very surprised: "Can I also become a Buddha?"

The old monk nodded: "Yes."

"Then when will I become a Buddha?" he asked.

"When the void falls to the ground." The old monk replied.

"When will the void land?" he asked again.

"When you become a Buddha." The old monk replied again.

"Then when will you become a Buddha?"

"I am not a Buddha."

"why?"

"Because everything can become a Buddha."

"Everything can become a Buddha, but you alone can't?"

"I am not everything."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm not a thing either."

"You're confusing me. Put it simply, what do you do?" He lost his patience.

"I will sit down." The old monk said happily.

What is sitting?That is to say, die as soon as you die. This is really a strange skill. The process is completely omitted. When you close your eyes, you don't need to stretch your legs, and you just let go.

He approached the old monk sitting on the bed, and saw that he was motionless and out of breath, so he couldn't help being shocked.At this moment, there was a sound of "Ah", a door appeared out of nowhere and was pushed open, and a young novice came in, nodded at him, and asked, "Dead?"

He was stunned for a moment, wondering if all the monks in this monastery would be predictable?
The little novice clasped his hands together and said, "Abbot, please follow me."

"Who is the abbot?" He asked, with a faint feeling in his heart.

"Whoever should, will be." The little novice smiled.

"Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong." He hastily waved his hands at the little novice, "I just broke in by accident, who would have thought that I would meet this inexplicable old monk."

The little novice said "ah": "Amitabha, no one came to this world on purpose. You didn't mean to, and he didn't mean to. I was the one who wanted to."

"This...is really a strange monastery, a group of strange monks." He didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only mutter.

"Don't be surprised, the master has already ordered that today is a good day, and a new abbot will come to see him off." The little novice laughed, his eyes were shining brightly despite his young age.

He shouted angrily: "I'm not a monk, I've only heard of people who rob people's daughters, but I haven't heard of people who shave their hair forcibly."

"You must do it." The little novice said kindly, "Look, an old monk and a young man are in the same room. The old monk said he would die if he died. This is murder, and Master has predicted it."

He was dumbfounded when he heard this, and thought to himself, in order for him to become a monk on this day, God gave birth to an old monk 60 years before he was born, and arranged for him to die in front of him?
The little novice continued to say with a pleasant face: "Look, the old monk died here. If there is a fate, it means that he taught you the Dharma. If there is no fate, it means that you murdered him. It can be seen that the word fate is really wonderful."

His head was in a mess, and he couldn't speak for a while.The little monk stretched out his hand and pushed the door wide, respectfully: "Abbot, please follow me." He walked out first.

In desperation, he had no choice but to follow him out of the room.When I went out, I saw that it was still on the first floor, with a corridor stretching straight forward, with many monk houses on both sides, with blue bricks and gray tiles, which was very beautiful.He went out the door and looked back, only to see that the plant growing in front of the window had turned into a clump of bamboo again.

He let out a cry, pointed to the ever-changing plants in front of the window and said, "Where did that pomegranate tree go?"

The little novice was surprised: "There has never been a pomegranate tree, so where did it come and go?"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What about the rose bush?"

The little novice replied honestly, "Under the pomegranate tree."

In this way, under the leadership of the little monk, he was stripped of his clothes and put on a monk's robe in a daze, then shaved his head and became the host here.

"That's how I became a monk out of nowhere." He said to her after he finished speaking, "Okay, you must think I'm lying to you."

"Of course you are lying." She giggled, not to mention her, even a girl in her teens would not believe such a bizarre experience.But she was still very happy in her heart, because the monk in front of her was very handsome. Although he was ten years older than her, he had a calm expression that made people fascinated.

"This is a Zen story, isn't it?" Her father believed in Zen very much, and he was familiar with a copy of "Five Lanterns Meeting Yuan".Although she doesn't like to read books, she can tell through her ears and eyes that the story just now is like a Zen koan.

"Yes, this is indeed a public case, but you can't guess who this public case is about." The monk smiled, "You must be very confused about what I just said, it doesn't matter, you come with me. "

As he spoke, he stepped forward to hold her hand and walked straight towards the monk's house.She was led by him, her face flushed, but she didn't break free, but silently followed him into the monk's house.As soon as she came outside a monk's house, she was shocked, because there were several roses blooming outside the window of this monk's house, as gorgeous as a girl's red lips!
Seeing her surprised expression, the monk smiled slightly, and led her into the monk's house through the window.She stepped into the monk's dormitory, first looked at the room, and saw that the monk's dormitory was extremely simple, with only a bed and a bed, and nothing else.He stood by the window and waited for her to look around, then waved to her and signaled her to come to the window.

She went to the window and looked out of the window, and was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She saw that the rose bush outside the window just now had turned into a pomegranate.The branches and leaves of the pomegranate tree are swaying, and a small bird is jumping on the branch, with a red beak and black hair, it looks very cute.

Those things that she thought were Zen koans were actually happening again before her eyes!

Her heart trembled, and she turned to look at him.The monk smiled and said nothing, and she didn't know whether it was shock or fear, so she didn't speak for a while.After a long while, the monk looked at her and said suddenly: "I want to return to vulgarity."

"Ah?" She was taken aback for a moment, and then she realized that her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she asked in an almost inaudible voice, "When?"

"Wait until another disciple of my Zen school comes to this monk's house." The monk said, "As for when, I don't know."

Hearing what he said, she suddenly felt a move in her heart and said to him: "Let's go out."

The four sides of the monk's house are heavily guarded and there are no doors.But when he heard her saying that he wanted to go out, he walked over and stretched out his hand to push against the wall, and suddenly a door appeared on the wall.He pushed the door open and asked her to walk out of it together.When I turned around the long corridor and came out of the window of the monk's house, the pomegranate tree turned into bamboo again.

Unconsciously, she hurriedly found her family members who had come with her, said goodbye to the monk, and went home.After returning home, she immediately told her father what happened to her. Her father was naturally very surprised and suspected that she was lying to him.

She had witnessed this incident with her own eyes, so she swears against the heavens and earth, and her father was skeptical at this moment, and he became curious for a moment, so he set off with his daughter and went to that weird temple to find out.When they arrived at the temple, they came to the monk's house, and the monk was sitting in it, as if he knew they would come.

Her father was well versed in the principles of Zen, and she was amazed when she talked with him. She never thought that he was really a master of Zen at such a young age, and his sharpness of speech was no less than that of the eminent monks of all ages.The two discussed Zen there until late at night, when her father suddenly changed the subject and asked him, "I heard you want to become a vulgar person?"

The monk replied without hesitation, "That's right."

"When will you return to vulgarity?" her father asked.

"Now." The monk replied with a smile, and then asked them to stay in the temple.It was very late at night, so their father and daughter stayed in the temple, and they planned to talk in detail the next day.She lived alone in a monk's house, and remembering that her father and the monk had a very good conversation, she was very happy, so she fell asleep with a sweet heart on her pillow.

Nothing to say all night.When the sunlight visited her window the next morning, she got up and stretched, and stretched out her hand to open the window.But when the window was pushed open, her outstretched hand froze, and her eyes became strange—outside the window, there were broken walls and ruins, a desolate scene, and the resplendent and resplendent temple yesterday had disappeared.

Also missing are the monk and her father.On the ruins, she found a mustard seed.

(End of this chapter)