The years I was a birdman

Chapter 235 The Secular Order

In the afternoon, under the leadership of Na Cai Handong, Mr. Cui and Yi Xinxing came to the long-admired monastery, Baoen Temple, which is called the bark of the human face tree. Since this temple is called Baoen Temple, It just means that there must be some allusion in it, but they can't know it.

But that's not important. The purpose of Mr. Cui's trip is to meet the legendary eminent monk for a while. In Mr. Cui's heart, he really doesn't have a good impression of this monk or something.

This is true, and it probably has something to do with what he saw on a daily basis. You must know that Mr. Cui has been wandering in Harbin for five or six years. He really doesn’t want to say anything about the temples in Harbin. I don’t care about my words or my mind. I remember that when game consoles such as PSP were just popular in those years, Mr. Cui saw those bald men who organized a group to buy in the underground of Chuanchuan (Harbin’s electronic city). It's neat enough, and the price is marked like singing the Great Compassion Mantra. You can't close your mouth when you open your mouth, chug chug, slashing the big lady at the counter. At that time, Mr. Cui looked around with interest. The eldest sister saw that these buddies were also Buddhist disciples, so she couldn't say much, 980, the machine that had been pasted and brushed just entered their hands.

At that time, Mr. Cui watched them sitting at the elevator entrance holding the PSP in their hands and hacking in Monster Hunter. This bloody, killing monsters is not finished, and they even roasted the meat. In the end, it seems that it is not enough. , So all the seniors went to KFC together, and Mr. Cui didn’t have the nerve to follow. In fact, he really believed that these masters went to KFC just to drink bamboo shoot soup or orange juice. It must be like this, enen.

This previous memory made Mr. Cui not interested in things like temples. He felt that this is the way in this world. Some professionals are not as skilled as amateurs, because he really felt that even if he was The society rejects people who are played by fate, but the Buddha nature in their hearts is stronger than those of them who are usually full of compassion and Buddha to save the common people. Empty triple-legged' commercial monks are much stronger.

Fame and wealth are alluring eyes, only Asakusa can pass horseshoes, and the worldly spirit finally invades the Buddhist clean place, and ordinary temples are like this, let alone the Songshan Acrobatic Troupe with a CEO, Mr. Cui snorted coldly, then see this Mr. Cui coming He showed such an expression before arriving at the temple, so he asked him a little strangely: "What's the matter, old Cui, why are you so upset to see you?"

Mr. Cui shook his head, and then said to Yi Xinxing: "It's nothing, I just want to think about how much the entrance fee for this temple will be."

"Ticket money?" When Cai Handong heard what Mr. Cui said, he smiled, and then said to Mr. Cui: "No money, just come in if you want."

"Hehe?" Mr. Cui was stunned for a moment, looking at the words on the big plaque, he was really surprised that there was no entrance fee, so this temple is still one of the few temples that has not been invaded by Shaolin culture.

Thinking of this, he nodded, and then stepped into this small temple with the two of them. Cai Handong was here for the second time, so he was naturally familiar with the road. After consulting the monks in the temple, he learned that today's big De's audience was not yet full, so he led the two of them to the remote meditation room behind the temple.

On the way to the meditation room, Cai Handong asked Mr. Cui: "Brother Cui, why did you look a little surprised just now?"

Mr. Cui took out the cigarette, but looked around, still didn't light it, just held it in his mouth, he said to Cai Handong: "How can I not be surprised, I have seen too many monks making money Now, when I think of this, I have some resistance to this place, after all, it’s so different from the TV show we read in the book.”

Yi Xinxing smiled, and then said to Mr. Cui, "Do you think of those bald white-collar workers in Harbin again?"

After he finished speaking, Mr. Cui nodded, and then said to the two of them: "Well, actually, there is one more thing that impressed me deeply, as if I never told you before."

"What's the matter? Tell me." Anyway, Yi Xinxing asked when he was idle and bored.

So Mr. Cui explained the reason why he didn't believe in monks. It turned out that it happened not long after he graduated from university. At that time, the young Mr. Cui had just come to Fuzetang. One branch, named Zhang Wencai, was called "Wen Baibai" in the industry, and Mr. Cui called him Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen is an old master who cheats people of money all day long and is lazy. At that time, in the eyes of Mr. Cui, his boss was completely drunk when he was drunk, obsessed when he encountered troubles, and he was crazy when he saw money. The old liar who pissed his pants when he was scared, of course, Mr. Cui would laugh when he said these words now, but these are all irrelevant past events, so I won't write more here.

Let’s talk about that when Mr. Cui worked in Fuzetang, he was just like Zhang Shifei now. No, it was worse than Zhang Shifei. It’s too late, and I have to go to Fuzetang to report every morning. Uncle Wen has a house in Harbin (now Mr. Cui’s), but like Mr. Cui, he always likes to live in Fuzetang, just to save trouble , just go home occasionally.

When Uncle Wen was not living in Fuzetang, Mr. Cui had to get up early to open the door. It was an autumn morning. Uncle Wen drank too much the first night and did not stay in Fuzetang. Only Mr. Cui was alone. At that time, Mr. Cui was still a young boy who didn't understand at four or six, and he believed whatever others said.

Just as he was yawning and sweeping the floor, the door opened suddenly. Mr. Cui thought it was a customer coming, so he raised his head and showed a signature smile. Unexpectedly, the person who came was actually a monk. Mr. Cui was stunned at that time, his heart Thinking about what happened today, you must know that Fuzetang is a fortune-telling center, and it is not in the same department as the temple, so why does the master come to the door?Is it because there is a seated Bodhisattva in the store?But this is entirely used by Uncle Wen to sell money, and I have never seen him read Buddhist scriptures!
Before Mr. Cui could speak, the monk spoke first. This monk looked about 50 to [-] years old, had no hair, and was dressed in a feces-yellow monk robe. He opened his mouth to the young Mr. Cui without saying a word: "Amitabha~~."

Ay Ya I gi!So professional!Mr. Cui is from a small place. To be honest, he has never seen a few monks since he was a child, until he graduated. Seeing this monk with his hands clasped together, his voice is thick and thick. This sentence made him sing. It is really high-pitched and the bass is very accurate. The handle is very steady, no matter how you look at it, he looks like an expert. Mr. Cui was dead at the time, and he didn't know how to deal with this code for a while. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow the gourd painting and put his hands together and said: " So what, what's the matter?"

Afterwards he thought about it, what a pair of asses he is!The monk saw that there was no one else in the shop but a stunned young man, so he gave a very kind smile, and said to Mr. Cui: "Benefactor, I came to Wutai Mountain for alms, passing by here, I will send you a symbol."

And this good thing?Before Mr. Cui had time to react, the monk stuffed a talisman into his hand. Mr. Cui saw that this thing was like the name tag that he carried in elementary school. It had a red plastic outer skin and a piece of Something like a bronze medal, with the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara embossed on it, and on the outer skin are written the eight characters of the consecrated talisman and eternal peace.

Of course Mr. Cui recognizes Avalokitesvara. You must know that he is usually like a dog ignoring him. Since he was a child, few people have given him any gifts. Today, a monk who has never masked gave him a gift. He should be flattered , So he quickly thanked, the monk smiled very kindly, and then took out a folder from his cloth bag very neatly, yes, it was a folder, and there was a form when he opened it. The gentleman said: "Amitabha, benefactor, our temple recently built a new blessing tower, please write your name and your relatives' name on it, I will go back and pray for you."

Ay Ya I gi!Mr. Cui was very excited immediately, and this good thing?Write!Of course write!So he picked up the brush and brushed on the paper. In his state at that time, he really only hated why the paper was so small. He wanted to copy the phone book on it. The monk saw that he was full I wrote a whole piece of paper, and I was not angry, but said to Mr. Cui in a very kind tone: "Amitabha, our temple built a prayer tower, so I came here to ask for alms. Express your heart."

What?Need more money? ?Mr. Cui was stunned for a moment, but he raised his head and looked at the monk, then at the talisman in his hand, at the list full of names on the form, and at the kind but expectant look of that old guy, Immediately, there was a feeling that others were short-mouthed and soft-handed. I had no choice but to spend the money. I copied the entire phone book by myself, so I should make sense of it.

So he asked the monk, "How much do you want?"

The monk said: "One piece is not a lot."

piece!easy to say!It's just money for a bus trip!Mr. Cui was very satisfied, so he put his hand into his pocket and took out the money. When he was taking out the money, the monk said: "It's not much, the more sincere the heart, the more spiritual the wish."

The more sincere the heart, the more spiritual the wish. Mr. Cui still remembers this sentence. Because of this sentence, the old monk just melted away his 50 yuan RMB.

However, after the monk left, Mr. Cui didn't feel anything. After all, a consecrated amulet can be regarded as a magic weapon. , he was completely tragic. When he and Uncle Wen picked up the 'talisman' to show off, Uncle Wen curled his mouth, and then said to the young Mr. Cui: "You say you are stupid, this shit The thing is worth fifty?"

"How do you know it's not worth it?" Mr. Cui was stunned.

Uncle Wen said to Mr. Cui while picking his nostrils: "Of course I know, I sold this thing before, and it faded in a few days, and the purchase price was less than a dime."

Mr. Cui was dumbfounded at the time, but he still didn't give up hope. Maybe he was young and frivolous and didn't believe that he was fooled, so he shouted at Uncle Wen: "Impossible! He is a monk from a big temple!"

"Big temple? Which temple is it?" Uncle Wen asked this question at the time, and Mr. Cui was completely tragic.

I saw Mr. Cui replied: "Wutai... eh..."

Mount Wutai!He just thought about it, his uncle, where is Wutai Mountain, Shanxi!If it is really a monk from Wutai Mountain, even if it is for alms, there is no need to come to Harbin!This trip is not enough for the fare! !
At that time, Mr. Cui was speechless, and Uncle Wen was really like a prophet. As he said, the so-called consecration amulet had been in his pocket for a few days, and it really faded. The husband can see the pain in the bladder.

Although the word "wings" and "bladder" are the same word, Mr. Cui really couldn't accept this fantastic ending, so much so that his view of the monk was still full of resistance in the future.

"Money, it's not so important, what's important is that he hurt his self-esteem too much." Mr. Cui said through gritted teeth, as if the past was right in front of his eyes.

When he said this, Cai Handong and Yi Xinxing couldn't help laughing. This is really when everyone was young. The two of them could never have imagined that Mr. Cui, who is so shrewd and cautious, would have done this before. What a fool, such a cheap scam would still fall for it.

Seeing the two of them laughing, Mr. Cui said angrily: "Okay, don't laugh, can you blame me, or blame that old bald donkey? Liar, is there anything credible in this world?"

Just as Mr. Cui said these words, suddenly, there was an old voice from the front: "There is no trustworthiness in the world. Be kind to yourself, cough cough."

who?The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then looked around, only to see that the meditation room had not yet arrived, and there was an apricot tree not far from them. This apricot tree looked really old, and it seemed that no one could hold it , the dense branches and leaves, because the harvest season is over, on the branches, only a few sporadic ripe fruits can be vaguely seen, and the sound just now came from the other side of the apricot tree.

Cai Handong was obviously taken aback, but felt that the voice was very familiar, he raised his eyebrows, and then said very happily: "Teacher, why did you come out?"

Master, after hearing these words, Mr. Cui already knew who was sitting behind the tree. It should be the eminent monk that Cai Handong was talking about.

So, the three of them went forward, walked around behind the tree, and found the old monk who was meditating under the tree. If you want to say, this old monk is really old enough, or this person is really old enough That's right, Mr. Cui seems to be seeing such an old person for the first time. The wrinkles on his face are so serious that he can't even open his eyelids. He was sitting on a dilapidated futon, and a few leaves fell from his clothes, but he didn't pay attention to it, what made Mr. Cui call it the old monk's eyebrows, really just like the eminent monk in the TV series , even drooping, like a beard, even after Yi Xinxing saw the old monk, he unconsciously wondered in his heart, could this old monk be an actor?Is this glued on?

Of course it wasn't glued on, Lao Yi resisted the urge to go up and grab it, because the old man looked really old, even ninety was a little light, people can live to this level, Mr. Cui and Yi Xinxing couldn't help being intimidated. Think about it, they say that at [-] they are weak crowns, at [-] they stand tall, at [-] they don't have doubts, at [-] they know their destiny, at [-] they are in their sixties, at [-] they are rare, and at [-] they are old. Years, this old guy, he must be in his [-]s, God, what should he be called?

Although the old monk's eyes were cloudy, he still recognized Cai Handong, he opened his mouth slightly, and said to Cai Handong, "I'm waiting for you again, why haven't I seen Zhang Gong?"

Zhang Gong?Is this old man a bit confused, Yi Xinxing thought, he still shoots arrows, but he has no words, he can only ponder in his heart, then Cai Handong smiled, and then without hesitation, he immediately knelt down on the ground, and faced The old monk said very reverently: "Thank you, Master, for your previous hints. I will follow suit after I go back, and everything will come true. I will come to visit again today, thank you, Master!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three times, he was indeed pious enough, the old monk's skin seemed to be a little weak, but he could still be seen smiling, and he nodded to Cai Handong , but did not say anything to him, but turned to Mr. Cui and said: "The son of the devil."

What devil descendant?Mr. Cui was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the old monk and thought, is this talking about me?

The old monk said to himself, "What you see is not a monk, but a descendant of Demon King Bo Xun."

What?Mr. Cui blinked his eyes. It seemed that the old monk was really demented. He opened his mouth, and then continued to tell a story to everyone.

It turns out that in ancient times, the Buddha fought with the demon king Bo Xun. The Buddha used his concentration to overcome the supernatural power of that Bo Xun. The demon king said to the Buddha: "Although I have no way to defeat you now, in the future, your disciple ( Refers to future generations of Buddhist disciples) When concentration is insufficient and knowledge and views are not correct, I will sneak into your Buddhist temples, wear Buddha cassocks, wear your clothes, eat your food, and then destroy your righteous dharma and corrupt your precepts, see What are you going to do?" At this time, Shakyamuni Buddha said very sadly: "If you (the heavenly demon, the son of the devil, and the grandson of the devil) want to do this at the end of the Dharma, then I have no choice."

The old monk said that there are some monasteries where morality is corrupt, which is due to the fulfillment of the demon king's curse, and it is also related to the decline of the world. However, there is still Dharma in this world, and those ugly things are just A small part, this small part, is like the yin and yang, coexisting with each other and cannot disappear.

What Mr. Cui said was speechless. After listening to these words, Mr. Cui seemed to realize something in his heart. He said that there are ten thousand ways in the world, and ten thousand ways do not leave the sect. It seems that this is true. I really didn't expect that the affairs of this Buddhist school are like the environment I live in. There are good and evil, there are people with true supernatural powers, and there are liars.

The dunya is an order, if the order is disrupted, then the dunya will lose its balance, it will only collapse, and there is no other way to go.

Mr. Cui looked at the old monk, his eyes were filled with respect, and he folded his palms together, and said very earnestly: "Every time Master enlightens you, it really wakes up the dreamer with a word, the pure place of Buddhism, boy It was unreasonable just now, please do not blame the master, today we came to disturb the master, just want to ask the master, do you know what happened around us, and I hope the master can give us some advice."

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