The real daughter, Xiaotaotie, became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 1822

The monk hesitated for a moment, but spread out his palms under the expectant gaze of the little Taotie.

Little Taotie couldn't wait to put his small fist on his palm, then opened it, and something fell into the monk's palm.

Little Taotie withdrew his hand, only then did the monk see what was in his palm.

He was shocked that this thing didn't pass through his body, but stayed in his palm. When he saw what was in his palm, he was a little stunned.

This is a relic.

The seemingly ordinary relic, but has inextricable relationship with him.

The tenth life could have become a Buddha, but he gave up because of obsession, but the headless corpse was thrown into the mass grave together with the corpses of the nine clans, and the fire broke out for no reason that night. The fire was very strong. After the fire, this relic appeared.

It is not clear whose corpse this relic was transformed into, maybe it was his headless corpse, or maybe it will appear together with all the corpses of the Nine Clans.

The relic was hidden by the officials who supervised the beheading at that time.

I didn't expect that after going around and going around, it would finally come back to me in this way.

If I hadn't given up the official seal full of merit and faith and given it to the little girl, wouldn't I have received such a gift in return?
All kinds of things in this world, as expected, have their own definite numbers in the dark.

"Uncle monk, are merits and virtues useless to you? But don't monks attach great importance to merits and karma?" Little Taotie, who had lived in Shaolin Temple for a while, more or less knew that monks cared about these things. The pilgrims who pay homage to incense here also care about merit, and always think of donating some sesame oil money and writing their names on the merit book.

The monk smiled and shook his head: "The poor monk doesn't care anymore."

"Why?" Little Taotie's pupils were full of puzzlement and thirst for knowledge.

The monk thought for a while, stretched out his hand and patted the little Taotie's head, and said gently and lovingly, "I'll tell you a story."

Children should like to listen to stories, right?
In this way, it should be a little easier to explain.

Sure enough, he saw the little girl's eyes sparkle, she nodded repeatedly, and Xiao Li dimpled, tilting her head and looking at him expectantly.

The monk spoke at a steady pace: "Chan Master Baizhang goes to the hall every day. There is often an old man who listens to the Dharma and leaves with the crowd. One day he just stands still.

The teacher asked: "Who is standing?" 】

The old man said: [I lived in this mountain 500 years ago.Some scholars asked: Do great practitioners still fall into cause and effect?I can't say cause and effect.As a result, he fell into the body of a wild fox.Now I ask the monk to speak for me. 】

The teacher said: [Ru Dan asked. 】

The old man asked: [Do practitioners of great practice still fall into cause and effect? 】

The teacher said: [Do not be ignorant of cause and effect. 】

The old man realized what he said.The farewell teacher said: [I have escaped from the body of the wild fox.Live behind the mountain.The begging teacher burnt it according to the ritual of the deceased monk. 】

The next day, Zen master Baizhang ordered all the monks to look for the dead monk in the back mountain. Everyone was puzzled, so he led them to find a dead big black fur fox on the big rock behind the mountain.After fasting, he will be cremated according to the ceremony of sending off the deceased monk. "

Little Taotie blinked, and a daze flashed in his eyes.

It's a bit esoteric, some understandable, and some don't quite understand.

She pursed her lips in annoyance, thinking that it was because she didn't study hard that she couldn't understand.

Seeing this, the monk was sympathetic, and continued to speak: "During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, Zen Buddhism was very popular. Zen Master Baizhang held a lecture in Baizhang Mountain in Jiangxi Province, and his audience was no less than a thousand monks. Among the audience, there was a white-haired old man who talked every day. Everyone came, and they were the last to leave. This has been the case for a long time, and it attracted the attention of Zen Master Baizhang. One day, after Baizhang finished preaching, everyone dispersed, but the old man did not leave.

Zen Master Baizhang came over and asked him, "Why do you hesitate to go every time? There should be some other problem, right?" 】

After hearing this, the old man said: 【I have a big question, please let me solve it for me. 】

　The story is selected from——Zen Koan: Wild Fox Zen

　　
　
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