Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 88: Xiu Zen Temple Beheading Buddha 5
"With...monk?"

Takeda Takako was stunned for a moment, and Ryukawa Toru was already walking on the snow towards the group of people.

"You don't know?" Takeda Maki turned around and looked at her sister.

"Miyasei Ichitaro is a professor of Buddhism at the University of Tokyo, the head of the Shingon sect, and the chief of Shuzenji Temple."

"A monk?" The Dharma Master is the abbot of the temple. Takeda Takako looked at her sister strangely.

She clearly remembered that the other party said that Gong Chengyi Taro promised her to suppress Longchuan Toru.

"How can a monk be bribed by money!" Takeda Takako was a little annoyed, and Ms. Shinki felt that her elbow was a little bit outward.

"I didn't give him any money." Takeda Maki looked at the leading monk and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I just showed him Snow Country and told him about Ryukawa Toru."

In the quiet valley, with a river between two mountains, there is a Zen temple.

Longchuan Che slowly blocked the entrance of Shuzen Temple.

There was a crowd of people, young and old, some with pocket watches and some with pens.

Longchuan Che glanced over.

Noma Literature Award, Yomiuri Literature Award, Japan Art Academy Award, Tanizaki Junichiro Award, Mainichi Publishing Culture Award, Shinchosha Literature Award, Women's Literature Award, etc.

These gold or silver decorations are symbols of the writings of literati and are also gifts for winners of various literary awards.

Longchuan Che nodded and looked at the leading monk.

His face was calm and his eyes were easy-going. The Shingon sect emphasizes "becoming a Buddha in this very body" and it seems that he has mastered the Tantric Buddhism.

"Mr. Longchuan, what are you doing here?" Everyone in the group was curious about the young man who was blocking them. At this time, Kaga Youfeng, with neatly combed silver hair, walked out from the crowd.

He reached out and pulled Longchuan Che who was blocking the temple entrance, but the boy waved his hand to avoid him.

"I am a scholar and also a Buddhist. Today I came to discuss the explanation with Master Hongping."

Hongping is the Buddhist name of Gong Chengyitaro. Longchuan Tetsu clasped his hands and imitated the young monk of the Nichiren sect he had met last time and performed a Buddhist salute.

The Nichiren sect emphasizes that I am the only one who can practice Buddhism, and Monk Hongping's eyelids twitched.

"Has he always been so brave?"

A young man who has just made his debut is going to preach Buddhism to the literary giant of today. Takeda Maki stands in the distance with a sarcastic expression on her face.

“It wasn’t like this before.”

Takako Takeda clenched the corner of her clothes, looking a little nervous.

The literati of this era in Japan, although they were knowledgeable, what they did were not at all refined.

The economy is in recession, society is in decline, and they regard themselves as the savior of the country.

They wrote articles that severely criticized the government and did things that created class antagonism.

"Don't joke!" Kaga Youjian looked a little serious. He called a few people to come up and take Longchuan Tetsu away.

"Does Master Hongping know the Nanquan case?"

Longchuan Che took two steps back to allow the densely packed scholars to come in.

Probably no one expected that something like this would happen, a young man would suddenly appear during a good trip.

Most of the scholars, wearing black haori, surrounded Ryukawa Toru densely.

Words like "who is he" and "what is he here for" were heard over and over again.

When they heard that they were looking for Monk Hongping to preach, many people smiled knowingly.

"Teacher Gong Cheng, let's go in."

They were all literati, but not many of them were called Hongping. At this time, the literati surrounding the blue-robed monk were about to take him back to the temple.

"The Nanquan case comes from the Jingde Chuandeng Record, Volume 8, "Chezhou Nanquan Puyuan Zen Master."

Monk Hongping did not move. He looked at Longchuan Che seriously and then sat down on the ground in the courtyard.

“It’s a Zen difficulty.”

Buddhism is divided into Mahayana and Hinayana. Mahayana Buddhism has two schools: exoteric and esoteric.

Among them, the Esoteric Buddhism spread to Japan and formed various Buddhist sects in Japan. The Nichiren sect advocates the principle of self-existence and the Zen sect points directly to the human heart and realizes the nature of Buddha.

Monk Hongping sat quietly in the courtyard, his eyes calmly fixed on Longchuan Che.

"For real."

The master of Buddhism and literature wanted to talk about Buddhist cases with a young man. The literati present looked at each other in confusion and then sat down slowly after a while.

“What is a koan?”

Perhaps only a few women under the eaves did not quite understand the current situation. Takeda Takako looked around and turned to look at her sister.

"Kongan is a model of the words and deeds of Zen Buddhist patriarchs and great monks. It can be used to explore the thoughts of the patriarchs and to hold monks accountable for their right and wrong."

Before Takeda Shinki opened her mouth, a young man sitting in the corner came over.

The young man was decent looking and greeted the three women with a smile.

"Taka Sili, why are you here?" Takeda Shinki frowned, as if she knew the other person.

"Ignore him, a playboy."

Takeda Maki lowered her head and warned her sister, but found that she was staring at Ryukawa Toru in the middle of the venue and had no intention of talking to her.

The wooden Buddha statue was placed in the temple. The Future Buddha quietly watched the young man retelling the Buddhist case through a corner of the niche.

"The Master saw two people fighting over a cat. He said to the crowd: "If you can save the cat, save it. If you can't, kill it." The crowd had no answer, so the Master killed it."

Ryukawa Toru was sitting right opposite Monk Hongping. The first snow of the new year fell on the boy's brows. The young man with red lips and white teeth was calmly enveloped by the Japanese literary world.

"What does Master Hongping think?"

"What do you mean?" Ryukawa Toru was chatting with a group of literati in the middle of the room, while Takeda Takako was frowning worriedly below.

Forget about Chinese language and literature, she even had difficulty reading a complicated mystery novel. At this moment, she was confused by the situation and looked at her sister for help.

"Eagle Sili, speak."

Takeda Maki kicked the young man who had just spoken.

The young man, about 17 or 18 years old, pouted and wanted to explode, but seemed to be afraid of something and said honestly:
"This is one of the most difficult cases in Zen Buddhism."

Ying Sili looked at Long Chuan Che in the middle of the venue and lamented that he didn't know where this powerful man came from.

Not only did he come to provoke Monk Hongping, but he also wanted to solve the most difficult Buddhist case.

"It tells the story of monks from the east and west halls under Puyuan's seat fighting over a cat."

This young man, who had a talent for storytelling, sat in front of several women.

The courtyard was not big, with about twenty or thirty people sitting there, and quite a few people were peeking inside.

A good writer's tour turned out like this. Takeda Maki curled her lips and kicked the boy in front of her to signal him to continue.

"Monks are fighting over a cat, and I am willing to see justice done."

Ying Sili hooked the black cat raised in Xiu Zen Temple and looked at Longchuan Che.

"Puyuan said that if you can "say" me, I will let this black cat go."

"Say? What did you say?"

Takeda Takako spoke out of curiosity.

"I don't know, so it's a Buddhist case, Zen is the first."

Ying Sili stroked the cat with a helpless look on his face.

"Buddhism talks about Zen and wit. You don't need to worry about it. When the time comes, those scholars will tell you who will win or lose."

Takeda Shinki pointed at the monk Hongping in the venue, who was frowning and thinking.

"Oh, by the way, what will happen if I can't tell it?"

When the scene was quiet, the assistant suddenly asked.

The temple's kitten was lying on the legs of Ying Sili, one of the literati, who was looking at Longchuan Che and uttering a few cold words.

"Kill the cat and destroy the Buddha."

(End of this chapter)