Wandering

Chapter 293
First go out of the mountains and come to the main road, there are quite a lot of tourists, all of them are heading towards the Shaolin Temple.Many motorcycle vans stopped along the way to say hello: "Going to Shaolin Temple? The road is still far away. It's cheaper to take my car, ten yuan per person."

I smiled and shook my head.Zicheng asked me: "Master, how far is Shaolin Temple?"

"Don't you know how to read it yourself?" I pointed to a sign on the side of the road that said - five kilometers away from Shaolin Temple.

Walking all the way to the gate of the Shaolin Temple Scenic Area, I paid for a ticket to enter and saw a sign: 400 meters away from Shaolin Temple, 800 meters away from Pagoda Forest, and battery cars cost 19 yuan per person.I shook my head and smiled again, and led Zicheng all the way to Shaolin Temple.This thousand-year-old temple was built in the 32th year of Taihe in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Emperor Xiaowen of Wei Dynasty built it for the Indian monk Ba Tuo.Thirty-two years after the temple was built, Bodhidharma, the No. 20 eighth-generation heir of Sakyamuni, crossed the river and came to Shaolin. He spent nine years under Wuru Peak and created a branch of Chinese Zen.Since then, Shaolin Temple has been regarded as the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

The source of Zen Buddhism began at the Lingshan Dharma Assembly. The Buddhist sect held flowers and Kasyapa smiled.Bodhidharma brought the kapok cassock to Shaolin and passed it on to the Sixth Patriarch, and then Wu Zetian took it away and its whereabouts are unknown.But I do know the whereabouts of the kapok cassock, it is on Facheng's body.Facheng brought the kapok cassock back to Shaolin Temple with the intention of returning the robe to his ancestral court, but it seems that he has not found a real heir to the robe over the years.

On the way, Zicheng asked me: "Master, you mentioned last night that more than two years ago in Hangzhou Lingyin Temple, Master Facheng once knocked on the forehead of Master Feng. So what happened?"

"I was just about to tell you the rules of entering the temple gate, so let me tell you this story first..."

Two years ago in May, Feng Junzi went to Hangzhou on a business trip and stopped by Lingyin Temple.Unable to stand the harassment from the hawkers outside the mountain gate, he bought a bunch of joss sticks for 20 yuan. In fact, he just wanted to have a look and didn't plan to burn incense and worship Buddha, but the little girl who sold joss sticks was too tight to hold his clothes Hold on to the corner.After entering the mountain gate, they burned incense and lighted wax all the way. When offering incense, they had to pray. Everyone around Feng Junzi was praying, and he followed suit.He raises his incense sticks to pray to the sky, and Ping Xiang bows to the ground with his chest down, but he doesn't worship Buddha.He didn't believe in Buddhism in the first place, and he also didn't want to worship Buddha after sealing his consciousness.

He was an individual traveler, wandering around all the way, and occasionally interjected into the tour group to listen to the tour guide's explanation. Until the last time he entered the Medicine Buddha Hall, half of the incense candles in his hand were not enshrined.As a result, he was fine, and lit all of them as if he had completed the task. The candles were inserted in the candle holders, and a large handful of incense was burned, and he put them in the incense burner without any hassle, and left with his hands behind his back.He ran to the Buddha Hall to watch the excitement. Many believers lined up to kowtow on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, and Feng Junzi also joined the line.

When it was his turn to stand in front of the futon, he didn't kneel down, let alone kowtow.He just stood there and bowed with a smile on his face. When he bowed, he looked up at the Buddha statue slyly, and then turned around and stepped out of the threshold amidst the surprised eyes of others.He thought he was very chic, and when he walked down the steps of the main hall and came to the courtyard, something happened.He heard a sound of golden iron in the middle of his forehead, and the figure that was walking lightly was fixed on the spot out of thin air.The person was held back, but the gold-rimmed photochromic mirror on the bridge of the nose flew out and landed on the stone floor a few meters away—because of the effect of inertia.

Feng Junzi was stunned at the time, and it took him a long time to react.If any bystanders saw it, they would find it very strange. This person strode down from the steps in front of the hall, and then bumped his head against the eaves of the censer in the middle of the courtyard.This pot-bellied incense burner is as tall as a person, and there is a small pavilion-like four-cornered eaves protruding from it, and Feng Junzi's forehead just hit it.But Junzi Feng himself felt even more strange. It's not like he didn't have long eyes when he walked, so how could he not see such a big incense burner?Feeling that he couldn't hit it, the corner of the eaves of the incense burner suddenly seemed to grow out to meet his forehead.

Under this heavy impact, he was not injured, and the glasses that fell to the ground were not broken.Feng Junzi picked up his glasses, touched his forehead again, looked at the incense burner, and suddenly turned back to see the Buddha statue sitting in the hall.He showed a trace of doubt, but also a look of bewilderment, and left Lingyin Temple with a wry smile.This head knocked hard enough!
Later, when he went back to Wucheng to drink with his classmates, he talked about it in the chat.As soon as I heard it, I felt that there was a problem. Could it be that some narrow-minded Bodhisattva was joking with him?This is not impossible, I have seen Mrs. Guan selling dates on the street.Using the strength of alcohol, I carefully questioned the situation at that time - what did he see when his forehead was smashed?Feng Junzi said: "At that time, there was a golden light flashing in front of my eyes, and I saw something in a daze, like a monk's alms bowl, flying away from my eyes!...It may be a hallucination, if it is not a hallucination, it must be a UFO!"

I asked him to describe in detail what the miniature UFO he saw at that time looked like?The more he said it, the more familiar it became to me. It was Facheng's purple golden bowl.Among the world's high-ranking people, there is only Facheng who has such a profound cultivation and such a funny behavior, who dares to tease Junzi Feng, and can do such a ridiculous thing.Last night I saw with my own eyes Facheng's purple golden bowl flying from the sky, knocking the head of Hu Guan to the ground with a bang, I can be sure that he also hit Junzi Feng's forehead in the same way.

I told Dan Zicheng this "public case", and Dan Zicheng was smiling from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud to show disrespect to his master.I flicked his forehead: "Don't laugh, do you know the rules of entering the temple?"

Dan Zicheng: "Do you want to kowtow? Otherwise, you will be smashed?"

"You and I are not disciples of Buddhism, but as a teacher, I have also had a relationship with a Buddhist master, and the due respect should still be respected. Quite a year ago, the Living Buddha Ge Jujizan of Guangjiao Temple in Wucheng recruited fellow practitioners and asked me to go to Guangjiao Temple to ask Well, that was the first time I entered a temple. After I entered the gate, I also worshiped the Buddha to show courtesy and respect. But I did not burn incense and kowtow because I am not a Buddhist.... You may not believe in it, but you cannot If you don’t respect it, you have to do that when you enter Buddhism, otherwise you don’t want to enter.”

Dan Zicheng: "Understood, burn incense and kowtow, burn incense and kowtow properly, or just be a tourist honestly. If you want to greet a Bodhisattva, you must be polite, at least you can't play tricks at other people's doors."

"It's good to know, Shaolin Temple is here, let's go in."

The mountain gate of Shaolin Temple is exactly the same as that seen in movies and TV shows, and the black lacquer square plaque written by Emperor Kangxi's pen hangs high.If there is any difference from other temples, it is that the staff are different. The ticket collectors and the caretakers of the scenic spots here are not monks, but security guards in uniform.

Walking through the mountain gate is an upward ramp with inscriptions of past dynasties on both sides.Dan Zicheng was very interested in these inscriptions. He took my hand and asked about this and that, and I explained it to him slowly while walking.For example, "The Monument of the King of Tang and Qin Reporting to the Bishop of Shaolin Temple", "Praise of Avalokitesvara of Song Su Dongpo" and so on.The inscriptions here not only have important cultural, historical and religious value, but also have calligraphy value.There are not only inscriptions written by Su Dongpo, Zhao Mengfu, Dong Qichang and other famous masters of the past dynasties, but we also found a stele inscribed by Cai Jing, a power official in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Isn't Cai Jing a treacherous official? Why is the stele he inscribed here? The writing is quite beautiful!" Anyone who has read "Water Margin" probably knows Cai Jing, Dan Zicheng asked curiously.

I replied: "Not only is he good-looking, Cai Jing is a calligrapher, and his talent is good, but he is a treacherous villain after all.... Speaking of talent, Wang Jingwei is also very talented, but unfortunately he is still the number one in the world throughout history. A big traitor."

Dan Zicheng: "Isn't Wu Sangui the biggest traitor in the world through the ages? Why did he become Wang Jingwei again?"

"Wu Sangui? That's the saying in "The Deer and Cauldron". At that time, there was no Wang Jingwei. When Wang Jingwei came out, Wu Sangui could only be ranked second. ... I am telling you this to tell you that it is not enough for a person to be a person, and a practitioner is only It’s not enough to have supernatural powers.”

Dan Zicheng answered quickly: "It's not enough for a Shaolin monk to have martial arts."

"That's right, fame and fortune are not enough. After all, this is the ancestral court of the Zen sect! Master Facheng would be disappointed if he thought of coming here to find a successor and send back the kapok cassock. Let's go and find a monk."

It seems that it is not easy to find monks in Shaolin Temple, because there are tourists here and there, talking, laughing and pointing, the huge Shaolin Temple is noisier than the vegetable market.Another bell sounded from the bell tower next to the main hall, and the sound was very impetuous.When I walked over, I saw a few laughing and modern girls paying money to ring the bell. This is also a tourist project.

Pass through the abbot's room and come to the Lixue Pavilion. The "Snow Print Heart Bead" written by Qianlong hangs above the shrine. A flag-raising tour guide below is explaining with a small horn. The reporter shines the shrine into it.The tour guide also explained: "Taking pictures here means that we are close friends..." So everyone rushed to take pictures.Lian Danzicheng frowned, and muttered to me: "Master wants me to enter the Buddhist gate to observe rituals, but none of these people observe rituals."

"They are them, you are you, and they are not my disciples, so I don't care."

Dan Zicheng: "Master Facheng can knock on the foreheads of Master Feng in Lingyin Temple, why not knock on the foreheads of these people in Shaolin Temple?"

"Fa Cheng knocked on your Master Feng, it's a Zen trick, if you knock on these people, it's really boring."

Dan Zicheng: "Where is Master Facheng? Should I ask a monk?"

"You don't need to ask, just follow me, and we will see you if you are destined."

After visiting Shaolin Temple, I took Dan Zicheng to Talin again.The pagoda forest is about 400 meters west of the Shaolin Temple. It is the place where the eminent monks of the past dynasties are buried. The pagodas here can be said to be relic pagodas.In short, this is a very large cemetery, and it may be the most lively cemetery in the world.Adults and children chatted and laughed, ate snacks and called friends, and many people took advantage of the security guards to climb up the ancient pagoda and pose for their companions to take pictures.I think the current abbot of Shaolin Temple will not be lonely after his death. People will often step on his grave to take pictures.

In Tallinn, we saw Master Facheng.Facheng was still the same, with long white eyebrows and a childlike innocent smile.He is persuading tourists who climbed up to take pictures of the pagoda to come down, and pointing to the inscription on the pagoda to explain the origin of this pagoda - which eminent monk's tomb pagoda is it, what deeds and merits were there during his lifetime, and what kind of Zen sect has been left behind Koan.The old monk spoke very seriously. Some of the tourists were impatient and some were very interested. Facheng talked about One Finger Zen.Dan Zicheng and I also gathered in the crowd to listen to the old monk's speech.

"Isn't one-finger Zen kung fu? Master Hai Deng holding the big top with two fingers is two-finger Zen, and playing handstand with one finger is one-finger Zen." Many tourists asked.

Facheng shook his head: "That's one-finger Zen and not one-finger Zen. One finger is not the other. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a monk Judi who asked people about the Dharma after he became fully enlightened.

Zi Cheng stood aside and listened intently, and I was also very interested.In Zhaoting Mountain Zengge Jujizan Living Buddha once showed a finger without saying a word, and the gentleman on the Zhuangyuan Bridge pointed at the moon and entered the sky, each with its own mystery.Facheng was talking vigorously when a bald-headed monk in his thirties squeezed into the crowd and said, "Facheng, dinner is ready!... I have nothing to do and came here to chat." His expression was a little impatient, as if Look down on this wandering monk who came to place orders from other places.

Facheng patted his clothes, stood up and said, "All benefactors, please do your own thing. The old monk is about to fast... Brother Yongming, I was just talking about One-Finger Zen. Do you know what One-Finger Zen is?" Then he smiled and stretched out a finger and shook it in front of the monk.

At this moment, a group of people came out from the depths of Tallinn, some monks and some lay people, surrounded by a middle-aged monk with a fat head and big ears.This middle-aged monk has a majestic bearing and a very fat body. The most special thing is that his monk's robe is bright yellow.The monk in yellow just heard Facheng's words, and reprimanded him majestically: "Facheng, you don't study the homework in the monastery, and you don't help others. You show off your tongue in the pagoda forest every day, fetching water from a bamboo basket It's empty!"

At this time, Facheng had already seen me and Dan Zicheng. He nodded and smiled to say hello, then turned to ask the monk in yellow, "Who said bamboo baskets can't fetch water?"

The monk in yellow was stunned: "What are you talking about? Do you want to use a bamboo basket to fetch water?" The others also laughed, but quickly stopped smiling because Facheng took out a bamboo basket from nowhere. He said without changing his expression: "There is a bamboo basket, but I don't know where there is water."

The crowd of onlookers did not disperse, they all watched curiously as the old monk wanted to fetch water with a bamboo basket in public.But how can there be water in Tallinn?At this moment, Dan Zicheng walked over with a smile and said, "Master Facheng, I have water here, mineral water!"

The mineral water we bought on the way, Dan Zicheng, took a few sips and there was more than half of it left. He unscrewed the lid and poured it all into the bamboo basket, but not a single drop!Facheng nodded and said, "Thank you, little benefactor, the old monk is here to beg for alms in public, do you still have water?"

Facheng carried the bamboo basket and walked towards the onlookers. Everyone was surprised and interested at the same time. They didn't know what kind of tricks the old monk was doing. Those who had mineral water took out the bamboo basket and unscrewed the lid and poured it into the bamboo basket.He circled around and filled a bamboo basket full of clear water in a short time.The clear water swayed in the bamboo basket, but not a single drop came out.

Now there were more people watching, and some tourists called out to their companions: "Look, look, there is a monk doing tricks!" Someone else explained cleverly: "That bamboo basket must have a trick, and a layer of transparent film is placed underneath."

Facheng walked up to the monk in yellow with a basket of clear water, and handed the basket to him with a smile.The monk in yellow was already stunned, and subconsciously reached out to take the bamboo basket.As soon as the bamboo basket was in his hands, the water splashed all over the ground, soaking his shoes and pants.At this time, I heard Facheng express exactly the same emotion as he did just now: "It's a waste of time to fetch water from the bamboo basket!" Even the tone was so vivid that the onlookers, including me, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Facheng casually threw the bamboo basket at the monk's feet in yellow, put his hands together and said, "The old monk is leaving, let's keep this bamboo basket as a souvenir." After speaking, he took a piece of cloth from the sleeve of the monk's robe and put it on his body. It looks like it should be a cassock, but it doesn't look like a cassock, because it is different from the cassocks we usually see.

Cassocks, also known as patchwork clothes, are said to be patched with rags donated by the people, which means that a cassock is all patched together!However, the cassocks we see now are not like this. The red or germanium-colored base materials are mostly decorated with golden square stripes, which look like a brick wall when unfolded.But Facheng is wearing real patchwork clothes, each piece is not too regular, large and small are stitched together, and the color is also different from old to new.

Strangely, when Facheng put on this cassock, his expression became solemn and kind, and even his smile became deep.The weirder feeling is that this person is right in front of you, but it doesn't look like you are in front of you.Facheng put on his cassock and turned around, leaving the Tallinn without looking back.No one noticed that Dan Zicheng shouted in the crowd: "Master Facheng, how do you unlock the Zhuxin lock?"

"The bamboo cage, the mesh is empty, and the idiot is carrying water in the middle. He laughed at me, how do you know if the basket is empty? The heart is locked, you can't get rid of it, and reincarnation is like a shackle. Where does it fall from? I asked him, which heart needs to be released ?..."

The sound of singing gatha like a nursery rhyme came from afar, and Facheng had already drifted away, leaving only a group of stunned tourists and monks behind.He left, and took the kapok cassock with him.Dan Zicheng murmured to himself in a low voice: "How to solve the Zhuxin lock?"

I patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Haven't you understood?"

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