surnamed Wang

Chapter 224 Mahayana Hinayana
On the day of "avoiding evil spirits", the gate of Congmoyuan Mountain, which should have been deserted, is now very lively.

Wang Gangquan and the others happened to come to visit this thousand-year-old temple today, unexpectedly they met a guy disguised as a man outside the closed temple gate.

For this young man who is dressed in men's clothes but looks like a woman no matter what, it is natural that Yan Rongrong, who is also a woman, is the most suitable to talk to him.

Although Yan Rongrong didn't want to deal with strangers, but with the matter of Chu Lixia before, if Wang Quanquan came up to talk to him, there might be troubles.

Yan Rongrong, who was dressed in a red bunt shirt, came to the side of the woman who also wore a bunt shirt, and looked at the big red lacquer characters on the temple gate, intending to use this as an entry point.

It was only after she looked carefully that she realized that there were two words in total, and three of them were misspelled.

The word "return" is recognizable even though it is crookedly written, but the word "qian" is extraordinary.

There are only a dozen strokes in total, but I failed to write it correctly three times. I wrote it and painted it, and finally just drew a copper coin with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside.

If it was Wang Gangquan, he would definitely praise "good words!" and then flatter him with a spiral and a turn, but Yan Rongrong was too thin-skinned to do such a thing, so he had to ask straightforwardly:

"My lady, is this the Congmo Court?"

The young woman known as the best thief in the world has excellent hearing, and she already knew when they were tens of meters away, but now seeing that it was a woman who came to talk to her, she instinctively lowered her guard and dipped Pigment side said:
"That's right, this is Congmo Courtyard."

"Then why the gate of the temple is closed, and why do you write on the gate, girl? Do they owe you money?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, the woman's face immediately became angry, and then poured beans out of the bamboo tube, telling the whole story.

Yan Rongrong is also a rare hero among women, and upon hearing this, she became chivalrous, and was about to kick open the gate of the temple immediately to ask for an explanation for the girl she just met.

Wang Gingquan, who had been silently following the news here, held his forehead, and said that after getting married, his mind became calm, but his family was still in a hurry as always, and she really shouldn't be allowed to talk to her.

He walked forward quickly, grabbed Yan Rongrong who had raised his legs, and the latter frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Grandma, what are you doing? This is Congmo Courtyard. Have you forgotten our purpose of coming here?"

"Oh…"

After being reminded by the other party, Yan Rongrong realized that this time he was asking for something from others, and it was indeed a bit outrageous to kick open the door of others like this.

Su Qiaoqiao didn't mind the man's attempt to stop Yan Rongrong. There are really few people in the world who dare to offend Cong Moyuan.She is the only one who scribbles on the gate of the temple every few days like her.

Seeing that the original dark red temple gate was covered with bright red misspellings, Wang Gingquan couldn't help being a little stunned. What kind of identity is this woman who can make the famous Congmoyuan so tolerant?
Just as he was about to knock on the door, the temple door was opened from the inside.

A young monk in cassock came out from the inside. He first glanced at Wang Gangquan and the others, and then said to the woman who was still holding a brush:
"Miss Su, please go back, today's time has come."

The woman didn't talk nonsense when she heard the words, she just packed up her things skillfully and turned around to leave. It was obviously not the first time she had done such a thing.

As soon as she left, four or five monks rushed out of the temple, holding buckets, brushes and rags in their hands, and began to wash the gate of the temple, their movements were as skillful as the woman just now.

Looking at Wang Bingquan and others who were still standing there, a young monk who was probably an elder in the temple asked:

"I don't know what are the benefactors doing?"

Wang Gangquan hesitated, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked:

"Dare to ask Master, that girl just now is...?"

The young monk sighed and explained:

"Miss Su lost her mother's relics before, and she said that they were lost in this temple. The poor monk also mobilized the monks in the temple to look for it, and it was indeed not there.

But Ms. Su didn't believe it, and would make trouble every once in a while. "

This young monk's expression of helplessness may seem nothing to outsiders, but only the people in the temple know that the only one in the world who can make this young abbot with advanced skills and higher Dharma feel helpless is the girl just now.

Since the previous abbot passed away together with the elders, the new abbot who replaced him is said to be the reincarnation of the Living Buddha.

When the abbot and the elders were still alive, this little junior who didn't show up often was a rare person in the monastery who only practiced Dharma but didn't practice meritorious deeds.

Afterwards, the elder of the temple died suddenly overnight. Before he died, the old abbot entrusted the foundation of the temple to this young monk named "Qing Kong".

At that time, he was only in his early twenties. Originally, if he had continued to follow the Buddhadharma all the way, in three to fifty years, he would definitely become a living Buddha worthy of the name.

But human beings are born with feelings, so they cannot really let go of the seven emotions and six desires.

Seeing the passing away of masters and uncles, seeing the still blood on the ground, Jingkong could no longer continue to chant the Buddha with peace of mind.

That night, he changed from practicing the law to practicing gong, from being born to entering the world.

There is one less Living Buddha in the world, and one more Vajra.

……

After Wang Gangquan and others told their intentions, the young abbot took them to the backyard.

Compared with its own reputation, the mountain gate of Congmo Temple is much smaller, and the grand scene inside the temple is far less than other big temples that several people met on the road.

If it is true, Congmo Courtyard is about the same size as Wang Gangquan's mansion.

Although Ankang Palace is not small, if three hundred monks are stuffed inside, it will be crowded.

Go straight for a hundred steps from the main entrance, then turn a corner and follow the path for another fifty steps, and you will see a large hall. This hall alone occupies [-]% of the entire temple area.

There are many Buddha statues in the hall, and in the middle are the five common Buddhas, namely Dainichi Tathagata Buddha, Eastern Fudo Buddha, Southern Baosheng Buddha, Western Amitabha Buddha, and Northern Bukong Achievement Buddha.

In addition to the five main Buddhas, there are several Bodhisattvas and some Arhat King Kong around.

Bypassing the main hall, the backyard is the backyard. Pilgrims who usually come here to offer incense and alms don't usually set foot here.

Of course, if any high-ranking official spends a lot of money, he can also enter the backyard of the temple and enjoy a few cups of fresh tea with the elders in the temple.

At present, there are only a handful of situations where Wang Gangquan and the others can be taken directly to the backyard when they come for the first time.

Jingkong was called the reincarnation of the Living Buddha by the people in the temple. Naturally, it was not for nothing. He was able to take over the post of abbot at a young age, and it was not because the old abbot was old and dim-sighted.

Although it has changed from a Living Buddha to a King Kong now, the benefits left by practicing the Dharma are still there.The reason why the young abbot took the initiative to open the gate of the temple was because he caught a glimpse of the Buddha's light coming from outside the courtyard wall when he was teaching the Dharma to the monks in the temple.

At first glance, these words sounded like a fairy tale, and even meant to be mystical, but it was not.

A mortal person with naked eyes may not be able to see the Buddha's light even if he puts the Buddha's light in front of his eyes, but a practitioner can see the vision at a glance from a long distance.

And not only Shimen is like this, Taoists often say "purple qi comes from the east", it is also a similar situation.

Wang Gangquan and others came down to the backyard led by the young abbot, and through the reactions of other monks in the temple along the way, they knew the true identity of the young monk.

Cong Moyuan practiced martial arts, and the statue of Bodhidharma was naturally indispensable in the courtyard, and there was a hall in the backyard dedicated to Bodhidharma.

When passing by the Bodhidharma Hall, several people inevitably turned their heads curiously to check.

Bodhidharma is like a bearded red dress, a classic sitting statue.

The young abbot saw that several people were interested, and explained:

"Patriarch Bodhidharma created the first generation of Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains to spread the Buddha's Heart Seal. In the old days, Zen was spread in Zhongzhou, and Congmo Yuan was established."

Wang Gangquan couldn't help but ask:

"Earlier I heard that Patriarch Bodhidharma's martial arts attainments are astonishing. He has reached the state of perfection and can cross the river with one reed. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Not only him, but several other people were also curious about this question.

The young abbot smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said:

"Patriarch Bodhidharma's Dharma is boundless, he once faced the wall in the cliff cave in the back mountain for nine years to prove the power of Zen.

But even so, he was just an ordinary ascetic monk, not the supreme master that Jianghu said,
As for the theory of crossing the river with a reed, it is just a rumor.Most of the martial arts classics stored in Congmo Academy were acquired by the eminent monks of the past dynasties, and it cannot be done by one person. "

Wang Gangquan knew what he had heard. The world always liked to exaggerate the legends of famous people. Those who made up the words were convincing, and those who heard them believed them to be true. As time passed, the truth of the matter became less important.

For example, Tang Xuanzang, who traveled westward to learn Buddhist scriptures, people are more willing to believe that he was escorted to the west by three apprentices with great supernatural powers, rather than walking step by step by himself.

After passing the Bodhidharma Hall, several people were arranged in a living room, which is usually only opened when encountering wealthy dignitaries.

It is the first time for people like them to come here for the first time and spend nothing.

After several people sat down, the young abbot ordered a young novice monk who came to join in the fun to go down and prepare tea.

The little guy is peeking at moon cakes of similar age with curiosity on his face.

After getting orders from the new abbot with high prestige in the temple, he looked away and left obediently.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan poked the little girl beside him, and said in a low voice:
"The little monk seems to have taken a fancy to you."

The little girl gave him a sideways look and didn't want to talk to him.

Wang Gangquan still had a meaningful expression on his face, as if he had made up his mind.

Taking advantage of the gap before serving tea, Jing Kong came to the moon cake, clasped his hands together, and said in a low voice:
"This benefactor, may I show the poor monk a glimpse of the Buddha's blood lotus?"

The rest of the people were shocked when they heard this.

Wang Gangquan did tell the monk in front of him that he was here to seek medical treatment, but he didn't specify which one of them it was, let alone the blood lotus on Moon Cake's arm.

Even so, the other party immediately locked on the moon cake among several people, and directly told about the blood lotus.

The Unpredictable Prophet who had seen the uncle of the master of Hanjing Temple before, and now he experienced the abbot of Congmo Court made a clear statement, which made the hearts of those who had never believed in gods and ghosts unavoidably shaken.

The little girl Moon Cake was taken aback for a moment, but after seeing Pu Wen nodding beside her, she gently rolled up her sleeves.

The young abbot looked intently, and then there was a complex look in his eyes, there was no doubt that it was Buddha's blood.

"Is that the old abbot of Gandeng Temple?"

The little girl nodded, her face calm.

There was the old abbot of Gandeng Temple in the past, the master and uncle of Hanjing Temple in the later, and now there is a young abbot of Congmoyuan. She has gradually become familiar with the supernatural powers of these outsiders.

Wang Handquan added in due course:
"Before coming to Guisi, we went to Hanjing Temple, where we met a master uncle. He told us that the way to survive is in Yunyin Temple in the southwest."

The young abbot nodded upon hearing the words, "If Master Huiming said so, then he should be right."

"The master knows him?"

"The poor monk has a relationship with him on several occasions. Although the other party is not very old, he is also a person with great Buddha Dharma."

Hearing this, Wang Gangquan scratched his head, thinking that he is too old to be that old?

Naturally, he didn't know that the "uncle master" they met was not the same person as the abbot of Congmo courtyard said.

……

For some reason, the little girl Moon Cake always felt that the young monk in front of her had a complicated look in her eyes when she mentioned Master Huiming.

At this time, the little monk who had peeked at the mooncakes came back with tea.

The young monk was not very old, but his etiquette was extremely thoughtful. After pouring fragrant tea for everyone, he turned and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to take a peek at the moon cakes.

Wang Gangquan has been paying attention to the young monk's expression from the beginning to the end. When he saw the other party smiling at the mooncake, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

……

Three years ago, two living Buddhas emerged in Zhongzhou.

One is an eight-year-old boy brought back to the temple by the old abbot of Hanjing Temple, and the other is a young monk who has practiced in Congmoyuan for more than ten years.

The child who left his parents when he was less than ten years old entered the monastery very peacefully. He didn't even cry or make troubles even after he was shaved or burned. All the monks present were amazed.

After the child was shaved, he was accepted as a disciple by the old abbot, with a supernatural status, and became the master uncle of many senior monks in the temple.

Two years later, the little master uncle who was already invincible in the temple's sutras participated in the Zhongzhou Buddhist Conference and became a blockbuster.

His comprehension of Theravada Buddhism is far superior to that of other monks, and he has the same scenery for a while.

To have such attainments at such a young age, even if it is the reincarnation of a living Buddha, it is inevitable that he is somewhat complacent.

The young monk, who was only ten years old and qualified to wear brocade cassocks, smiled for the first time and saluted those older monks, and those monks who were at least 40 years old humbly asked for advice.

At this moment, a young monk under [-] stepped onto the podium and opened his mouth to speak the extremely high level of Mahayana Buddhism.

Ordinary monks preaching Mahayana, without decades of solid foundation, is tantamount to a castle in the air, and they will inevitably end up anticlimactic and hasty in the end.

Even if you really have a half-knowledge of Mahayana Buddhism, it is still difficult to explain the mysterious and mysterious Zen mechanism with gorgeous rhetoric.

The Buddha smiled at the flower, and if he understands it, he doesn't need to ask, and if he doesn't understand it, he doesn't need to ask too much. Mahayana Buddhism is such a state.

Whether it is the Dharma conference held every three years in Zhongzhou, or the Dharma discussion held every ten years between Central Plains and Xichi, no one dares to speak lightly of Mahayana.

But at the moment, this young man is doing the opposite. Not only does he speak the Mahayana, but he also has a deep intention. Although the words are not too shocking and endless, they start with something like "which came first, the chicken or the egg".

The monks who don't know him, just think of him as a monk who doesn't know the importance, and dare to talk about it based on his understanding of Mahayana Buddhism.

Some of them were not used to it, they stood up and asked sharp questions, which seemed to make the other party unable to get off the stage.

The young monk was not annoyed, he just smiled and answered questions by citing scriptures.

After repeating this several times, the hundreds of monks present all became quiet and listened intently to a monk who was younger than them.

At first, he spoke in a relatively simple way, and most of the monks could understand him, and some of them would show their sudden enlightenment from time to time.

As time goes by, the words spoken by the young monks become more and more difficult to understand, and fewer and fewer people can understand them. If there are still a few respected old monks who still frown or nod from time to time, if they are not complete, someone will ask him Treat it as a bluff.

(End of this chapter)