Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 47: King Kong's angry eyes, only killing but not saving, is also compassion

At the foot of the Five Breasts Peak of Shaoshi Mountain, bluestone steps wind their way up, and the mottled traces reveal the footprints of pilgrims from past generations.

Two thousand-year-old ginkgo trees stand on both sides of the mountain gate, and the wood texture is revealed where the vermilion lacquer has faded. The three words "Shaolin Temple" on the plaque are written in iron and silver.

Inside the temple, in a relatively remote meditation room.

A monk named Huilun, who was about thirty years old and had an ordinary appearance, was sitting cross-legged, and below him was a young monk in gray clothes, who was about seven or eight years old, also sitting cross-legged.

"Xu Zhu, your poor martial arts talent is nothing. We are monks who have been away from home. We may never leave the temple or go down the mountain in our entire lives. Therefore, the strength of your martial arts skills is not important."

Huilun said this with an emphasis:

"But as a monk, Buddhist practice is very important. I've had you study the Diamond Sutra lately. What insights have you gained?"

The little monk in gray had a rare air of tranquility. He spoke methodically:

"Master, through my daily study, I have gained some understanding of the Scriptures, which state that all appearances are false. If one sees that all appearances are not appearances, then one has seen the Tathagata."

When Huilun heard this, he immediately asked:

"What does the word 'xiang' mean?"

"The phenomenon of interdependence should refer to all visible and perceptible things in the world." The little monk in gray replied.

"Although it is too superficial, it is not wrong to say so." Huilun asked again:
"What is falsehood?"

The little monk in gray robes preached slowly:

"The term illusory does not mean denying its existence. Rather, it means that all phenomena arise from the combination of causes and conditions, are impermanent, and have no self-nature. In other words, they have no independent, unchanging substance. If we cling to appearances as real, then they are illusory."

Huilun couldn't hide his surprise and couldn't help asking:
"Seeing all things as not being things, what is the meaning?"

"Transcending attachment to phenomena and seeing their emptiness, the Tathagata mentioned in the sutras probably does not refer to the Buddha, but to the awakened reality."

After the gray-robed monk finished speaking, Huilun sighed:
"Xuzhu, you are born with wisdom. If you study hard, you will become a great monk sooner or later."

"Master, you are too kind." The little monk in gray seemed to reveal his true nature, with a lazy smile on his face.

"In this life, I just want to live a quiet life in the temple. It would be best if I could live a well-behaved life without striving for progress."

Huilun shook his head slightly:

"For a moment, I couldn't figure out which one was my disciple, the young monk with a deep Buddha nature or the young monk with no ambition now."

"Master, do you know where I got those insights from?" The gray-robed monk asked himself and answered:

"Although I haven't yet understood the difference between beauty and ugliness, I've looked at my fellow apprentices and brothers of the same generation, and then used water as a mirror to carefully examine my own face. I have a large, flat nose, protruding ears, and thick lips. I can't help but understand the word ugliness."

"Perhaps because she's still young, she can't be called ugly, but she truly deserves the nickname 'ugly and cute'."

"Plus, the fellow disciples in the temple must know that I am not good-looking, but no one comes to make fun of me."

"In this way, how could I not have a preliminary understanding of the appearance in the Diamond Sutra? I gradually understood the distinctions between beauty and ugliness, gain and loss, success and failure, and understood that I should live in the world with an equal mind."

“It is also about understanding that I am still clinging to my self-image.”

Huilun seemed to be more extroverted, and his expression became increasingly agitated:
"Master was right. You are indeed quite intelligent. With your understanding of Buddhism, in twenty or thirty years, you will probably be able to enter the Zhengdao Temple, where high-ranking monks practice Buddhism."

"Master, why not the Dharma Academy?" the gray-robed young monk asked with a smile. "That's a wild thought. The Dharma Academy is a key area of ​​our temple. Without profound martial arts attainments, one is ineligible to join. There are over thirty uncles and uncles of the Xuan generation, all highly skilled in martial arts, yet only eight of them are qualified to enter the Dharma Academy."

"Let's not even talk about the Dharma Academy, the Prajna Hall, which focuses on studying martial arts outside of our sect, and the Bodhi Academy, which studies sword techniques and various unique weapons. Given your martial arts aptitude, I'm afraid you'd never be able to reach them no matter what."

“Even in the Arhat Hall, it’s probably very uncertain.”

"As for the Discipline Hall, the Guest House, and the Medicine King Hall, given your usual lazy nature, you probably can't enter them either."

"Master, I think you forgot one thing." The little monk in gray said with a smile:
"I think the Sutra Library is quite suitable for me. All I need to do every day is sweep and organize the scriptures."

"Asshole, you really do what you say. You just live your life to get by without making any progress."

After Huilun cursed with a smile, he thought of his disciple's concern for beauty and ugliness, and couldn't help but say:
"As the saying goes, beauty and ugliness are the same, and appearance is determined by the heart. As long as you focus on your cultivation from now on, your appearance will naturally improve day by day."

The little monk in gray nodded seriously:

"Master, I think so too. How can cultivation be so inconvenient?"

Huilun was inexplicably stunned. He always felt that what his disciple said seemed to be different from what he said. His original intention was that once he had a deep foundation in Buddhism, he would be able to break his ego and his appearance would be the same.

But seeing that the little monk in gray was very serious and looked like he understood everything, he didn't say anything more and sent him to do his homework for the day.

A side room of the Zen room.

The little monk in gray robes sat cross-legged, silently reciting scriptures, thinking idly in his heart:

"Sure enough, it's the same old trap. I thought I could go to a world with a higher power level than the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but it turned out to be the Tianlong world. I became the seven-year-old Xu Zhu, and I have a lot of troubles to deal with."

Zhuang Bu Ran immersed his mind deep in his brows, and saw a vague and illusory half-body statue of an Arhat, followed by a divine voice:

"The wrath of the Vajra, though it kills without saving, is also compassion. It should be returned with wisdom and merit. May you never forget your original aspiration and attain the true fruit of a Bodhisattva."

The gray-robed monk was silent for a long time, then said silently:
"It allows one to further penetrate the inner essence of all things in the world, undeceived by the myriad appearances. In other words, what is gained this time is the ability to discern the essence."

The corner of his mouth raised slightly:
"It doesn't matter what world it is. Spending your entire life in the previous life, searching for a reverse life, is nothing more than the path of an ordinary person."

"In this life, Zhuang has decided to change his main path and see if he can explore the essence of heaven and earth and grasp the changes of all things in the world."

Time flies like a white horse passing by, and sixteen years seem to have passed in the blink of an eye.

Unknowingly, the ugly and cute little monk in Shaolin Temple has undergone a complete transformation as he grows older.

In the eyes of many monks of the Xu generation, if he had not grown up under their noses, they would have felt that he was a completely different person, so that most of the contemporary monks of the Xuan generation, not to mention the Hui generation, have heard of him.

For a while, Huilun looked at his disciple in confusion. He could not imagine that the little monk in gray with a bad face would become like this today.

She has a breathtakingly stunning appearance, with skin as white as snow, like jade condensed from moonlight, exuding a faint, cool luster.

He has a tall and slender figure, his steps are as light as walking on clouds, his nose is high, his lips are as pale as cherry, and there is a faint smile at the corners of his lips.

She's clearly already 23 years old, but she looks no more than 17 years old.

Just because of his excellent appearance, he was directly selected to enter the Zhikeyuan, which shows his reputation in the temple.

Moreover, since he became the monk in charge of reception, the number of pilgrims increased at a visible rate. Even though the head monk of the reception hall, Master Xuanjing, was a talented manager, he could not help but become nicer to the young monk day by day.

(End of this chapter)