I’m Really a Superstar

Zen?

This person actually speaks Zen?

Born to sit still, dead to sit still?

A stinky bone, what is the homework?

People who don't understand can't even understand, but people who really understand it know that this Zen language is everywhere, and the masters of Buddhism don't have the ability to speak out.

The meaning of Zhang Yu’s Zen language is: a stinky bone is a corrupted external phase. If you are obsessed with the meditation of the meditation but do not understand Zen, it will be expressed as “being born and not lying, dying to sit down”, then in turn Think so, what are the four major Chinese and foreign fakes, and who is building merit? What is the law? Or to put it simply, Zhang Wei is telling them: Are you studying meditation or studying Buddha? If you are sitting in Zen, Zen can't sit out. If you are sitting Buddha, the Buddha has no fixed attitude. Can you sit still? Using meditation to find a Buddha, this road is impossible to get through.

In Buddhism, what slang, Zen, is called, not poetry, but in Zhang Jian’s opinion, this is no different from poetry.

"You..." A little monk did not dare to set the channel.

Not only him, but even the abbot can't accept such an inscrutable Zen language from a mouth of a "Wufu" who beat his four disciples.

The abbot looked at Zhang Wei’s eyes and said, “Does the donor know Zen?”

Many of the crew did not understand the proverb of Zhang Wei, but they saw the horror of these monks, and they knew how much Zhang Wei said.

Yao Jiancai laughed.

The deputy director smiled.

Many people in other crews also laughed.

They know that when talking about acting, Zhang Wei’s purely a layman is not as good as the average newcomer. Otherwise, he will not waste so many shots and even did not take a few shots, but when it comes to poetry and literature. On the other hand, this teacher, Zhang Wei, is an expert in the profession. The people in the whole crew are not as good as Zhang’s fingers. Or, this is his old line. Everyone laughs because they know that the monks meet. Some people are alive, and some people are dead. He is still alive. Some of them know that Zhang Yi is a man who passed this poem. Just one sentence, Zhang Wei The literary skill can be seen

Zhang Wei smiled. "You can't understand."

"You don't have to be humble. Just the slang, the sorghum that has been sitting for a few years or even decades may not be able to say it. Oh, it's rare to come across it. Then let's talk about Zen?" The disciple was beaten, the abbot estimated Also sigh of relief, fighting? Can't beat others, change the fight

Xiaoyan sneered, and Zhang teacher is better than literature? You are hitting the gun, and immediately cheering Zhang Wei: "Mr. Zhang, compare with him."

"match"

"Let them see and see"

"Ha ha, now there are people who dare to compare with Zhang Wei than literature?"

"Hey, is this Zen? Is Teacher Zhang doing?"

"Whether Zen is not a literature, it's almost the same."

Everyone sipped up, and Zhang Huan and the monk Wen fight, most people are very confident about Zhang Wei, only a small number of people do not know the details of Zhang Wei, not very optimistic.

An old monk sneered, "With the abbot on Zen?"

Another monk said: "The six are not clean, what is Zen?"

“A laity man dares to talk to us about abbots? It’s not self-sufficient.” A little monk sneered at it, um, although he was just shocked by Zhang’s Zen.

The monks can not watch TV, and they don’t know the details of Zhang Wei.

I can see that people on both sides can't swallow this breath. It can't be beaten, and they can't fight it, but the total score is high. This tone is drawn.

Zhang Wei does not care: "Okay, then please."

Taking time, Zhang Hao did a few moves, bought a memory search capsule from the mall in the game ring, ate it, and quickly recalled the Zen slang in his world. These textual things are recalled faster, blinking, and Zhang Wei has already done it. People vie for a sigh of relief, the Buddha fights for a fragrant incense, the accumulation of these two days, prestige and tempered up some, buy a memory capsule is more than enough, not for anything else, just for the force

He saw that as early as the beginning, there was a female drama with a mobile video.

I’m so smart, Zhang Wei just wants to give her a compliment, too eye-catching.

What are the conditions for the highest level of force? First, you need an inhuman opponent. Second, you need a bunch of screaming onlookers. Third, you need a recording device, so that Zhang Wei’s coquettishness can be spread out to the maximum extent.

These three points are all satisfied.

The abbot whispered: "The few words of the donor just said that it is useless to sit on the meditation. This old man does not agree. The old man does not want to sit on the meditation of the Buddha. Sitting is a means, a way of cultivation, you are It’s the martial arts person. You should know the importance of the means to martial arts. I am bent on the Buddha. You are a martial art. It’s just like you. It’s like you’ve shot my disciples with big bully. Means?"

At the moment, the top leader of the crew, Jiang’s director, said that the fire that had just been pressed had risen again and he snorted.

"Hu is so entangled"

"Mr. Zhang is bullying?"

"I still beat your disciple?"

"Your disciple starts first, why don't you say it?"

"This old vulture, still giving back the fight."

The crew of the crew were stunned and very dissatisfied with the abbot.

Zhang Xiao smiled and looked at him. "Is it hurting your disciple?"

"Not who are you?" The abbot returned, and it seems that he will soon return to Zen to hang around. In this respect, the abbot is a "class".

Zhang Wei did not give him a chance. He immediately took a story of a Buddhist scripture in his world and pointed to a flag in the corner of the temple. The flag moved with the wind. "The wind blows the flag, do you say it is the wind or the flag? Moving

A young monk is the fastest, "Of course the wind is moving."

Zhang Wei shook his head slightly.

An old monk said: "Is the flag moving?"

Zhang Wei continued to shake his head.

A monk said: "What is moving? The world is moving?"

Zhang Yiyi raised his eyes and said: "Your heart is moving"

This Buddhist story is still known in the world of Zhang Wei. Things change with the change of their own will. This is not to say that things are essentially changed, but when we are dealing with things, we always judge the quality of things first by subjectively. Zhang Wei used this meditation to tell these people, I am bullying? I hit you? This is just your own main viewing method.

Director Jiang clap his hands and say "well"

The actress Xiaoyan laughed and said: "Mr. Zhang is amazing."

The people on the side of the crew are all very angry, clapping their hands to cheer for Zhang Wei.

The monk’s face is not very good-looking. The man’s meditation says that they are a little bit smug on their side, like a small belly.

The abbot was quiet and quietly said: "The Buddha said that the evil words hurt people after they die, and the **** is not even worse. Don't know if the donor believes in heaven or hell."

As a superstitious person, Zhang Wei did not want to say: "I believe."

The abbot said: "Where is heaven? Where is hell?"

Zhang stunned him. "In your heart, it is also in all directions."

"Oh? My heart? Why can't I see it?" The abbot was peaceful.

Zhang Haohe smiled and said directly: "You old vulture"

An old monk immediately became furious, and several young monks also picked up sticks and desperately struggled with Zhang.

Zhang Wei pointed out that they were not ill, "Look, the door to **** is open."

A few monks listened, and when they got to know, they put down their sticks.

Zhang Hao once again laughed. "Look, the door to heaven is also open."

The monks are facing each other. It turns out that heaven and **** are in the heart.

The abbot asked: "What is heaven and **** in all directions?"

Zhang Wei is a slang of his world. "One flower, one world, one grass, one heaven, one wood, one life, one leaf, one sand, one sand, one melody, one pure land, one smile, one quiet .

About ten monks listened one by one.

Yao Jiancai patted his legs and said, "The style is too windy."

"Mr. Zhang is very powerful, hahaha is really beautiful," the crew of the crew are screaming.

The abbot also lost his mind. "Since the donor believes in heaven and knows hell, why do you have to do the crime of killing people?" He grabbed it and let it go.

Xiaoyan airway: "Is there anything else?"

Yao Jiancai said: "The Zen theory says that Xiao Zhang is stalking or not?"

"Who is murdering people? Is it good for you to be murderer first?" an actor snarled.

The abbot ignored the others, just looking at Zhang Wei. "There is no cause and effect. If you believe in hell, are you not afraid of going to hell?"

Zhang Wei was not entangled in him. He did not pick up his hidden murderous Zen. Instead, he laughed and said with great enthusiasm: "I don't go to **** and go to hell?" - This proverb can be said to be Zhang. Oh, the world’s most famous Buddhist language, maybe not even one

The deputy director immediately called "good"

Other crew members are also very addicted. "Well, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell."

However, this may not be the literal meaning they understand. They actually did not understand it at all, but the host understood it. There is an old monk in the monk who understands it. For a time, both of them are The color of the face is moving, and the look of Zhang Wei has also changed.

I don't go to hell, who is going to hell?

This is not a general statement at all, but a Zen word of great compassion - squatting in the road to hell, finding out the infinite period, suffering greatly, falling into the life of life is not as good as death, this time, I will not help them free Who is going?

The abbot holds his hands together, "Amitabha."

An old monk in the back also joined hands: "Amitabha."

The little monks are still not convinced, they do not believe that they are a secular person with their abbot’s Dharma

At this time, it was Zhang Yan’s turn to ask. He pointed to a stone tablet in the yard with a line of words on it. The line made him very interested and very familiar. “I saw it when I came. May I ask this question? Who is the language?"

The abbot saw, "I did it a few days ago."

The carving above is still very new, and it is newly engraved at first glance.

The abbot himself read: "Being a bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror, always diligently, don't make it dusty - this is my way of seeking Buddha."

The crew of the crew also looked at the past and was amazed at the moment. I think this proverb is really good. The body is like a bodhi tree that was realized by the people of the year ago. The heart is like a bright and clean mirror. It constantly looks at itself and keeps the nature of the dust and the light from being well written. Is this the abbot's pen? The crew of the crew changed their abbots at once, and they realized why the Castle Peak Temple did not accept the crew, and so severely slammed people into the mountains, and did not enter, the original is from this new abbot. Proverbs, they don't want to make the temple a place of filth, and it is precisely "the time is diligent, not to make dust."

The crew nodded slightly.

The abbot also looked at Zhang Wei and wanted to see his reaction.

Who knows that Zhang Wei didn’t laugh too much, but it’s a coincidence that this world has actually appeared this proverb, but not the same, there is no such thing as Zhang Yi’s second half of the world. .

The abbot said: "Why do the donors laugh?"

A little monk is angry: "What are you laughing at?"

"Yeah, you have the ability to write one." Another monk is not satisfied.

Zhang Xiaoxiao said: "You don't let us go up the mountain, hit our people, and smashed our equipment, just because of this slang?"

The abbot saw him. "Does the donor feel that the old saying is wrong?"

"It’s not right." Zhang Wei was unceremonious: "It’s just a mistake."

"What do you say?" A young monk stunned the stick, but thought of Zhang Hao’s theory of heaven and **** that he had just mentioned in Zen. He hated to put down the stick. Of course, more reasons are that he knows Even if you take the stick, you will definitely not beat the person.

"What is the wrong person?" An old monk said.

Another little monk sighed: "If you don't understand, don't say it."

The crew of the crew did not know how Zhang Yi looked at this proverb. In the eyes of these people, these four sentences are very good, no problem?

Zhang Wei said: "I have a story here. You should listen to it first. There were two sorghums in the debate. The first sorghum said: 'I have a mirror in my heart, and I wipe it every day to make it shine brightly. It’s enough to judge me. The second sorghum said, 'I don’t have a mirror in my heart, why use it?”

No mirror?

How to wipe?

Someone in the place heard it, it’s a glimpse. Some people seem to understand it. Some people seem to understand it soon.

Then Zhang Yan said: "I will send you a proverb today." After all, Zhang Wei looked at the monks and looked at each of them. "Is it a Bodhi tree? Is the heart like a mirror? Is it time to wipe it? Dust?" Zhang blinked his eyes and retorted the abbot's proverb one sentence at a time. Every sentence was hit in the hearts of the monks. One sentence, the faces of the monks changed once.

"Bodhi has no trees"

"Spiegel is not Taiwan"

"There is nothing in the world."

Many monks are already silent

Zhang Yan smiled and asked the monks, "Where is the dust?"