Abbot Xuanci's words really make people feel meaningful. It is much better and more interesting than chanting the Buddha's name in vain. It is really not easy to have such an understanding in the place of the abbot of the Zen room.

The style of a great man made Chen Yuyang feel a little relished.

The old monk Xuanci looked at Chen Yuyang's playful smile, without saying a word, nor getting up. He just reached out to stick the Buddhist beads, reached his other hand to the edge of the tea table, poured two cups of tea, the purple teapot, poured out

The water turned lightly green, but there was no heat, and I don’t know when the tea was.

The old monk reached out and made a call. The wooden fish at hand sounded, but he didn't care. He just said, "Young donor might as well taste the tea in this temple. You can have a sip of the rough tea and express your feelings. I hope the little donor doesn't want it.

It’s better to dislike it.” As Xuan Ci said that, he held the teacup himself and took a sip, an expression of endless aftertaste appeared on his face.

Chen Yuyang also imitated the old monk to pick up the teacup and took a sip, but the tea really tasted nothing, like boiled water.

Xuan Ci narrowed her eyes, looked at Chen Yuyang, and asked, "Little donor, how about this tea?"

Chen Yuyang laughed, put down the teacup, gently stroked the untainted tea table, touched the teapot carved with the Buddha's word, shook it back and forth, and shook his head gently and said, "Master Xuanci, Shaolin's tea is light

Like Baishui, it seems petty!"

Xuan Ci smiled and stroked the robe on her body and said, "Feature is emptiness, emptiness is color. If you are simple and simple, the monk will be content. Although Shaolin Temple is the best temple in the world, it is just like that. The little donor can't help but look at Shaolin too high.

.Locating is the most important thing in life. I know that Shaolin Temple is just a place for tourists to visit. There is nothing special about it. Fame is just a burden, so it’s okay if you don’t want it!”

"Oh?" Chen Yuyang laughed in surprise and said, "Since that's the case, why did the abbot invite me to come?"

Xuan Ci smiled ingeniously and quickly shirked the responsibility and said, "It's not that I want to invite the donor to come, but that the leader of Kunlun, who wants to find the donor to talk to him, but that I just want to be the abbot of Shaolin, so I just want to help you with the trick.

Please don’t be surprised if you are right!"

"Where is Kou Zhentian and Wudang's Dark Wood Master at this moment?" Chen Yuyang asked.

Xuan Ci said: "Just in this temple, later, the little donor will accompany me to use some vegetarian dishes, and I will take the little donor to visit. Today, not only the leader of Kunlun and Wudang are here, but also

There are colleagues from the Five Mountains, led by Songshan, who are also here. When they heard that the little donor was coming, they were not very honored!"

"Oh?" Chen Yuyang's eyebrows were locked, his eyes kept emitting strange light, and he sneered: "It seems that Abbot Xuanci is here prepared!" The voice passed by, inside the small Zen room,

Suddenly, I felt like the earth was shaking, and even the huge Buddha character on the wall was shaken and turbulent.

Xuan Ci's expression, which was originally an old god, suddenly became terrifying. The white bearded eyebrows kept swaying. He had long heard that this generation of demon kings was extremely powerful, but he did not expect that his cultivation level could actually reach such a state.

As the saying goes, a person with great skills is brave, and he does not dare to come to Shaolin Temple.

After thinking about it, Xuan Ci calmed down. He and Chen Yuyang had never celebrated the festival. The so-called distinction between good and evil was just a joke. However, he was still a little worried. Once he took action in Shaolin, the thousand-year-old ancient temple of Shaolin.

, it will instantly turn into powder and no longer exist.

"Amitabha, the little donor temporarily rested on the anger of thunder, and it would be better to go with me to use some vegetarian dishes!"

As he said that, Xuan Ci stood up from the cushion, and his body blew across Chen Yuyang's cheeks like a breeze. Then the whole cassock had appeared outside the Zen room, and he smiled and said, "Please!"

Chen Yuyang was not polite, and picked up his long gown and walked out, laughing while walking. The laughter alarmed the entire Shaoshi Mountain, which was extremely cheerful and revealed an inexplicable murderous intent. Xuanci followed Chen Yuyang and said:

"The little donor's heart is deeply rooted in his demons, so please be calm!"

Chen Yuyang suddenly turned around, then walked to a locust tree beside Xuanci, and took off a string of leaves, leaning leisurely on the edge of the locust tree, swaying the branches and leaves in his hand gently, and smiled and said, "Old monk, I

I’ll ask you, what is a demon and what is a Buddha?”

Xuanci put his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, Buddha saves all sentient beings, and the demon regards the lives of sentient beings as grass, and cannot be said in the same way."

Chen Yuyang said again: "The Buddha said that form is emptiness, emptiness is color. Isn't the Buddha saying that Buddha is a demon, and demon is a Buddha? So what is the difference between Buddha and demon?"

"This..." Xuan Ci was puzzled.

Chen Yuyang is just a sophistry, but he still has his reason. Suddenly, Chen Yuyang did not wait for Xuan Ci to come back to his senses and asked again: "Old monk, since the Buddha saves all sentient beings, why are sentient beings still sinking into the sea of ​​suffering.

, Why do sentient beings still suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death? Why do sentient beings still sigh for natural disasters and man-made disasters? Why?”

"This..." Xuan Ci was puzzled again, unable to explain clearly.

Chen Yuyang looked at Xuan Ci's bitter expression and suddenly laughed, burst out loud, laughed to the sky, and after laughing, he asked again: "Where is the Buddha?"

Xuanci answered Chen Yuyang's question this time and said, "Buddha is in the heart?"

Chen Yuyang continued to ask, and his voice quickly said, "Who is in the heart of Buddha?"

Xuanci immediately replied: "Buddha is in the hearts of sentient beings!"

Chen Yuyang smiled again, Xuan Ci was puzzled and asked, "Why is the little donor laughing?"

Chen Yuyang said: "Since the Buddha is in the hearts of sentient beings, can all sentient beings be called Buddhas, and can all those with spirits become Buddhas and ancestors!"

"This..." Xuanci was unpretentious again. If so, then all sentient beings are Buddhas, so what is the difference between good and evil? It is not like that there is a difference between good and bad Buddhas.

If you slap yourself in the mouth, if you say no, then why can't the Buddha explain it in the hearts of sentient beings? In fact, no matter how powerful the monk is, he cannot explain it, because such an answer has been passed down from generation to generation.

Chen Yuyang remembers a story that said: A monk who has attained enlightenment had two disciples. One day he asked these two disciples about Buddhism and asked the Buddha how to explain it with a smile on his flower. The eldest disciple was dumb and shook his head and said he didn't know, but the old monk used it.

The ruler slapped his head and allowed him to realize the truth well.

The little disciple also didn't know the answer to this question, but was afraid of the old monk's ruler, so he said nonsense: "The Buddha said, you can't say it, you can't say it!" The old monk was overjoyed and said: "You have already realized the true meaning of Buddhism, you can

Going out to save the pain of saving the world!”

Actually, I don’t know both, but does this old monk have to know? It’s the most exquisite thing in the Buddha’s words.
Chapter completed!