Accompanied by this sound, a figure walked out of the door that was opened. This was also a monk. He was wearing a torn dress, straw sandals, the big thumb on his right foot, and the exposed...

This monk is fat and has a round belly.

There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

It's fine. He was still holding half of the chicken leg in his right hand, and there was a bite on the chicken leg, and the monk's mouth was also glistening...

If Dong Gan was here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this monk was the master he had met before, and he would like to criticize his life and be the uncommon master of Kang Gan!

When I saw this person, the monk and the monk holding sticks in the courtyard, all bowed to him.

“Have you met the abbot,”

"Abbot? Is this great monk the abbot?"

Not only Wang Kang, but also Zhou Qing and others were shocked. No matter how they looked like monks, he was still the host?

Wang Kang widened his eyes, looked at the monk, grabbed the chicken legs, took a big bite, and looked oily, and said in surprise: "Monk still eats meat?"

After hearing this, the monk stolen the chicken legs in his hand, threw away the bones at will, touched the oil in his mouth with his hand, and said, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stayed in his heart."

"I have Buddha in my heart, so why should I stick to these forms of inaction?"

"Are you really the abbot of this small temple?" Wang Kang asked curiously.

"There is no size in the temple, only Foul,"

The monk nodded and said, "I am the abbot of this temple..."

"I don't know what the master's name is?" Li Qingman suddenly asked.

"The Dharma name is just a title... You can do anything you want to call me," the monk said with a smile: "But I like the title of Master very much."

Hearing this, Li Qingman was slightly stunned. She looked at the monk and always felt a little strange, as if she couldn't see through it.

The same is true for Wang Kang. The person in front of him looks like everything, but he doesn’t look like a monk.

Especially when he was saying a few words of Zen, he felt it was inconsistent, but it is undeniable that the monk's water quality was a little higher than the previous monk...

"Abbot, it was these people who wanted to occupy our temple, but now we are here to plan our bitter grass..."

The monk looked at Wang Kang and said, "I don't think I have to talk nonsense, just just drive away the sticks."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kang sneered: "What? I just want to fight martial arts when talking about Zen and writing. Do you really think I'm afraid you won't do it?"

"My people did offend before, but you guys are too heavy!"

The monk looked unhappy. Before discussing Zen, Wang Kang told him a few words, which made him very unwilling and said directly: "Then let's give it a try..."

"Don't say good things," the great monk stopped the monk, "Don't underestimate this young man, he is really not afraid of us,"

"Do you know me?" Wang Kang said in confusion.

"The Lord of Xinfeng County at the foot of Yuntai Mountain,"

The monk narrowed his eyes and smiled, "To be honest, we have some affinity..."

Before Wang Kang could speak, he continued, "The little donor came here because he was attracted by this bitter grass in my temple courtyard..."

"Since that's the case, why not discuss Zen and make a decision?"

After hearing this, Wang Kang sneered: "Master is trying to get back your face?"

"No, the little donor misunderstood,"

The monk smiled and said, "The donor's preface is quite insightful and meticulous. I just want to discuss it with him."

"I won, so you will give this bitter grass to me?"

The monk Shanneng said directly: "What do you mean? Do you think you can still talk about the abbot?"

Other monks also had anger and felt that Wang Kang was too arrogant.

But Wang Kang ignored him. He turned his head and saw a Buddha sail in the yard, moving with the wind...

He looked at the monk and said, "The wind blows and the sails float. Is the master feeling that the wind is moving, or is the sail moving?"

"Is there any more questions?" The monk Shanneng said coldly: "Of course it was the wind!"

"Yes, the wind blows the sails, of course it's the wind blowing,"

The other monks also agreed.

"No!" Wang Kang shook his head.

But the monk abbot of the temple had deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"Is it because the banner moved?" the monk murmured, "It's not right,"

Wang Kang smiled directly and said, "It is not the banner moving, nor the wind moving, but the kind-hearted person... his heart moved!"

After the words came to an end, everyone was shocked!

It’s not the flags or the wind, it’s your heart. When your heart runs out, you realize that you are completely lost.

This allusion also comes from the Sixth Patriarch Huineng.

The monk suddenly realized and looked at Wang Kang with deep eyes.

The monks and monks around him looked extremely ugly.

How to discuss Zen, the first word has already failed.

The monk took a deep breath and said, "There are often people in the world who ask Guanyin Bodhisattva. Why does Guanyin Bodhisattva also hang a string of rosary beads? Who is Guanyin Bodhisattva asking for?"

"Please ask Guanyin Bodhisattva!" Wang Kang naturally attained enlightenment.

"Ha ha!"

The monk finally caught the loophole and laughed and said, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva asks Guanyin Bodhisattva, can you say all this?"

“Isn’t this a contradiction?”

The monk also squinted his eyes, "What do you think the donor think?"

Wang Kang said in a deep voice: "Because Guanyin Bodhisattva is more clear than us. It is better to seek oneself than to seek others!"

"Well said!"

"What Master Kang said is very true."

But the monks are dull.

The monk looked expressionless and asked again: "How many lives are there?"

A young monk subconsciously said: "Several days,"

Another young monk said, "Dinner room."

Wang Kang smiled and said, "Life is in the breath."

"Good, this is life," said the great monk with a smile.

As soon as they asked and answered, the other monks couldn't speak at this moment. They all understood that Wang Kang did not understand, but understood very well.

At this time, Wang Kang said, "I have something to ask, too."

"Please say, donor,"

Wang Kang pointed to the front room and carved a few words, his body was a Bodhi tree, his heart was like a mirror platform, and he wiped it frequently and avoided dust.

"Who said that these sentences were written?"

"This is written by our abbot, and we can seek the way of Buddha through Zen," said Shanneng.

"It is also the Zen path we want to learn."

Shanneng continues to say: the body is like a Bodhi tree that made people awaken at that time, and the heart is like a spotless and bright mirror.

"Continuously observe yourself, so as not to let dust and dirt block the nature of light!"

This original meaning also makes it clear that although this temple is small, it is also a pure place and cannot be disturbed by outsiders.

Good at speaking is also a different meaning. This is a temple, so how can you let it go randomly? I don’t want this to become a dirty place.

These sentences are indeed brilliant, even Zhou Qing and others are not clear and powerful.

At this time, the great monk looked at Wang Kang and asked, "These sentences are indeed written by me. I wonder what the little donor has to say?"

Wang Kang said directly: "Then I will say it bluntly. Your words are completely nonsense, don't be the children..."

[Author's off-topic]: The third update, (This is a foreshadowing, which was laid out very early, please refer to Chapter 91 and Chapter 266,)
Chapter completed!