Buddhists emphasize that the four elements are empty, the six senses are pure, and the five aggregates are empty, all of which are let go, explore, and there is no delusion.

You can transcend the suffering of reincarnation and enjoy the longevity of life.

The story that monk Budai told is to let go, and to use life and death to see through cause and effect, and to achieve one's own position.

He said this to leave a monk Yifeng, and to break the Buddha's heart of Yifeng and achieve his victory without fighting.

However, if Yifeng is trapped by the Budai monk in a few words, then Yifeng will not be able to practice to the city level.

"Master, is it ignorance that has been cultivated?"

Monk Yifeng sat down again, folded his palms and asked with his head down.

"No beginning and ignorance." Monk Budai responded.

"What a pity, what a pity." Monk Yifeng shook his head and sighed.

"Where is a pity? Where does the color come from? Where does the delusion come from?" said the monk Budai with kind eyes.

"It's a pity that I'm cultivating emptiness."

As soon as these two words come out, the Budai monk's brow frowned without fail.

Emptiness is the nature, essence, essence of space, and your mind is also! It is everywhere, subtle and colorless, like empty and water, cannot be seen by eyes, neither born nor destroyed, neither increasing nor decreasing, and is the essence of all things. This is the essence of all sentient beings' enlightenment and becoming a Buddha, and it is also the essence of the Buddha's divine power and wisdom. Emptiness is like water, and those who can enter will know everything and be enlightened.

Xue Ge Rinpoche taught that the merits of the artifacts can always be followed by pure precepts, practice giving diligently and cultivate compassion, and practice patience to save lives. Dedicate good roots to great Bodhi, and be able to respect all Bodhisattvas.

"I dare to ask, is it a great compassionate dual-movement?" asked the Budai Monk.

“That’s right.”

Monk Yifeng nodded and said.

"That's a big stop." The monk Budai shook his head, as if he was not talking.

"Thank you."

After folding his hands together, bent down, and saluting respectfully, Monk Yifeng was about to leave.

However, a huge suction force appeared behind him to stop him from walking.

"I wonder why the master said?" Monk Yifeng turned around and asked the monk cloth bag holding his huge pocket.

"Since you are cultivating emptiness, then in order to fulfill you, I might as well make a stumbling block." The Budai monk smiled happily.

Listening to his words, Monk Yifeng's face was plain, but there was a trace of strange color in his eyes.

The simple word "stumbling block" also has a short story in Buddhism.

According to legend, outside the door of a monk's meditation room of a Tang Dynasty monk, there was a ground paved with bluestone. Strangely, facing the door of the meditation room, a bluestone was suddenly more than an inch higher than the ground. Over the years, I don't know how many monks who came to experience or donors who came to visit were staggered by this abrupt bluestone and even somersaults, hurting their arms and legs, and knocking their front teeth.

On this day, a young novice monk who had just converted to Buddhism came to report to the abbot about begging for alms. He accidentally tripped by the sudden bluestone, broke his knees and broke the wooden fish. He said to the abbot with anger: "Who did this lay the ground? Is the work too rough? There is so much bluestone exposed, so how can I not trip up? I will find a hammer and chisel later, and I must chisel it flat..."

While applying medicine to his wounds, the abbot said earnestly: "In this world, there are many bumps and bumps. Can you flatten them all? You should learn from your mistakes and be more careful when walking, and try to avoid similar sufferings. This abrupt bluestone was specially set up and left by our predecessors. The purpose is to make us recognize the difficulties of life, and of course, it also includes the reminder that you should be careful when walking..."

What this story reveals is nothing more than the meaning of practicing oneself and exploring difficulties.

However, the words spoken by the monk Budai were a little teaching.

It would be too arrogant to teach a monk who practices ignorance!

No wonder a strange color flashed in Yifeng's eyes.

Monk Yifeng's eyes drooped and looked at Monk Budai with a slightly lowered look. Countless things were sucked into the big bag. But under this powerful suction, Monk Yifeng's feet sank into the land and reached his knees. At this time, he seemed to have merged with the mountains.

If the mountain does not move, he will naturally not move.

"It seems that Master, your emptiness has not yet reached its depth." Monk Yifeng said gently, not knowing whether he was talking about the skill of Monk Budai or his Buddhism.

"Haha, aren't you the same monk?"

The monk Budai laughed loudly and said, pointing to the foot of the mountain:

"In this episode, the raging fire burned in the capital of Beijing, the living became resentful spirits and the wailings of the suffering. Isn't this your contribution to it?"

"Amitabha"

Monk Yifeng chanted the Buddha's name and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was mourning, as if he was calming his state of mind.

It took him a while to hear:

"Master, shouldn't you think that everything in the world is false?"

"Ha, don't you, a monk who practices great compassion and duality, ignore all this?"

.........

After two questions, neither of them answered.

Because I can't answer.

Buddhism, while practicing karma and achieving enlightenment, is also practicing contamination of cause and effect, and accumulating virtue and doing good deeds.

This system is too large and too profound. In the end, you can only practice one side, but you cannot get the whole method.

When you practice to the level of monk Yifeng and monk Budai, you rely not on meditation and chanting scriptures every day, but on opportunity and enlightenment.

However, it is not easy to have opportunities and enlightenment.

If you understand but not understand, you will be stupid. If you don’t get the opportunity, you won’t hit the point.

Too difficult and too difficult.

You can only continue to practice, accumulate, and wait for opportunities to attain the fruit.

During this process, if you have doubts about the methods you have practiced, you will never be able to recover. Yifeng and Budai have been practicing for many years, and it is not a person who will be affected by the Buddha's heart if he speaks a few words.

If this continues, it will only be a deadlock.

"Make a bet."

Monk Yifeng took the lead in breaking the silence and said.

"What are you betting?"

"After a stick of incense, Master Budai will do it, so I will sit in meditation on the spot. During this period, I will not move for half a step, and then I will be victorious. Please do not do that stumbling thing again."

"What if it moves?"

"Of course I lose, I will leave, and I will never step into Jijing Capital in this life."

After listening to the bet, the cloth bag master pondered for a moment. The time for one stick of incense was only thirty minutes. This time was an acceptable time for both of them. Besides, if there was no such bet, the two of them would have to fight. At that time, life and death were unknown, and they might not be able to get it.

As for credit issues, monk Budai knew that monk Yifeng had the merits of practicing merits, monks who were compassionate in the law would not make promises easily. Once they said it, they would not regret it.

After thinking about it one by one in mind

That's the case - "Okay, then act on a bet."

The monk Budai agreed loudly.

Yifeng's face was covered with Gu Jing Wubo, sitting cross-legged and folded his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and said:

"I would like to ask the master for advice."

"good!"

After shouting loudly, the cloth bag monk officially raised the cloth bag in his hand. The huge cloth bag was opened to the maximum in an instant. The powerful suction came from the huge pocket. The air, flowers, plants, trees, and even the houses at the foot of the mountain began to shake slightly, as if a deep sea vortex was constantly sucking everything around it into it.

But the cloth bag is still the huge cloth bag, no matter how many things you suck, there is no change at all. It is obviously a tangible pocket, but it looks like an invisible thing. I don’t know how many things can be put into it.

However, even the powerful and amazing cloth bag could not shake an old monk chanting Buddhist scriptures indifferently.

The Budai Monk's originally squinting eyes are now slowly opening. He looked at the monk Yifeng in the center of the vortex. At this time, a golden light slowly possessed him, and a golden lotus under his seat was slowly blooming, avoiding many storms.

Of course, if he could see clearly, he would know that under the golden lotus, countless roots were stretching out into the soil, starting to wrap around the entire mountain, and even began to penetrate deep into the underground of this mountain.

The Budai Monk could not see so much clearly, but he knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose!

While Sifu was about to take action, he had already taken action again.

"The universe is reversed, and the sky is not clear!" The monk Budai shouted, and at the same time pushed the huge cloth bag with both hands, and saw that the suction force around him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The wind was still around, and the crows were silent. It seemed that everything had stopped.

However, it was more like the calm before the storm.

"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu."

A sound of peristalsis like stomach and intestines suddenly appeared on this destructive mountain.

"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu."

The sound became clearer and louder and louder - "Boom!!!"

Just like the sound of a mountain torrent, many items burst out from their pockets!

You can see the dirt, trees, houses that have just been sucked in, and more of them have scrapped cars and dirty river water. You can even see a lot of garbage that is mixed in.

It is these waste-like things that are piled up together and are poured out at the same time, just like a snow-capped mountain collapse and irreversible.

People seem so small in front of such a scene.

Can Monk Yifeng withstand such a scene?!
To be continued...