Film and TV: Starting from the Night Watchman of Dafeng

Chapter 88: The world’s literary fortune is one stone, but it owes Wei Wuyang two buckets!
All the royal relatives, princes and nobles under the shed, including Yuan Jing, frowned.

The old monk also...

"Why are you so stingy?"

Mu Nanzhi likes to be lively, which is related to her experiences since childhood.

She muttered with a strong sense of substitution.

The tent where she was was the most remote, with two Jinwu guards just a few feet away.

"People in the Buddhist sect are not very cunning."

Zhao Shou on the side echoed.

Mu Nanzhi nodded in solidarity, then looked towards Foshan.

After walking along the stone road for a while, there is a fork in the road with a stone tablet at the fork.

"Eight Sufferings."

Wei An read out the words on the stone tablet, his gaze seemingly crossing space as he looked at Du'e, "Birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, reunion with those we hate, failure to obtain what we desire, the blazing of the five elements."

"I have said before that if you truly possess the wisdom and root of Buddha nature, why not join my Buddhist sect?"

Du'e's tone even had a hint of appreciation.

In the shed, many people frowned again.

The next moment, they smiled again.

"Don't misunderstand me, Master. I just like to read some miscellaneous books."

Wei An smiled.

Miscellaneous books, fun!

Everyone outside Foshan was also laughing.

Wei An added, "Master, my will is as strong as steel. I may not be able to endure the Eight Sufferings. It is better to go straight to the last level."

Du'e put his hands together and said, "If you admit defeat, you don't have to enter this Eight Sufferings Formation."

"Master, it's the same. This isn't stubbornness, it's obsession. Master, your practice is lacking. I won't lie. I said these eight sufferings can't change me, that's it..."

Wei An walked past the stone tablet with something to say.

Before he finished speaking, another person came out and continued what he had said before, "It can't be melted!"

Old Monk Du'e's eyes suddenly widened, trying to find any trace of Confucian abilities in Wei An.

Unexpectedly, Wei An said at this time, "If the mind is attached to something, it is not attached. It should be free from attachment and give rise to the mind."

Jingchen and Jingsi beside Du'e were stunned.

Is this a Buddhist scripture?

The same doubts appeared on the faces of Zhao Shou, Wei Yuan, Yuan Jing and others.

Are you going to reveal something?
Du'e was silent for a moment, then clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Wei, your Buddha nature is profound, and your Zen mind is high. It is truly rare."

Others may not understand, but as a Buddhist and a second-grade Arhat who has achieved success through practicing Zen, how could Du'e not understand?

The so-called eight sufferings all arise from obsession.

And Wei An's remark is the perfect way to explain the "obsession"!

Again!
Zhao Shou looked displeased.

What a bad habit!

He wants to kidnap other people's geniuses every day!
Wei An ignored him and continued, "We should cultivate a pure mind in this way. We should not cultivate our mind by dwelling on form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma. We should cultivate our mind by dwelling on nothing."

If we talk about the first sentence, it might be a sentence that Wei An came up with out of nowhere.

Du'e was finally moved by this sentence.

"Which scripture did this revelation come from?"

Jingchen and Jingsi also locked their eyes on Wei An.

Wei An laughed twice, "Master, as the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. You really know nothing about me."

He didn't explain much and continued walking up the stone path to the top of the mountain.

Du'e didn't get an answer and was instead ridiculed, but he was not angry.

Jingchen and Jingsi were a little annoyed.

"The heart must not be disturbed."

Du'e chanted a Buddhist chant, cutting off the distracting thoughts in the two people's minds.

The old monk kept his composure.

Some of the royal relatives, princes, nobles, and court officials under the shed could not contain themselves before they understood.

"What does this mean?"

"Wei Wuyang's sharp edge really makes him look like a Buddhist!"

"... "

"Father, what do you think?"

Under a shed, a young woman looked at Wang Zhenwen and asked.

Wang Zhenwen snorted and didn't answer immediately.

Another shed

Zhao Shou stroked his beard and said, "On the Taiming Pond Polo Field, Wuyang once said, 'A person has only one heart, and the heart is reason. This heart, free from selfish desires, is the natural law, and there is no need to add anything from the outside.'"

Mu Nanzhi seemed to understand, but not quite, and didn't understand at all.

"So, what does this mean?"

she asked.

Zhao Shou glanced at the middle-aged woman brought by the student with a bit of disgust.

How did you get to know Wuyang?

No understanding at all!
"So, even with Wei Wuyang being so arrogant, even his newfound understanding of the Eight Sufferings and the Ten Sufferings couldn't shake his character!"

"This guy is very good at catching people's mistakes in words and using their strength to counterattack them!"

Wang Zhenwen explained for her daughter.

He doesn't look very happy!
Wang Simu poured a cup of tea for his father.

She smiled, her eyes sweeping across the graceful figure on the stone road.

Wang Zhenwen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked towards Foshan.

The higher you go, the more clouds and fog surround you.

On both sides, rugged rocks and sparse vegetation appear and disappear.

I don’t know how far I walked, but suddenly the view opened up and a huge Bodhi tree came into view.

Under the Bodhi tree, an old monk was sitting cross-legged.

The old monk clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes.

Looking at this old monk, his whole body is filled with Buddha nature, mixed with a hint of weirdness.

"Master, I haven't asked for your advice yet?"

He stepped forward and saluted.

"I am a wisp of obsession that was cut off by Bodhisattva Wenyin before he attained enlightenment."

The old monk replied.

Wei An turned around and looked across the crowd, "Master Du'e, what do you think about this level?"

Du'e hesitated for a moment. Given his current level of enlightenment and Zen cultivation, he shouldn't have hesitated for even a moment. "Debate."

Du'e's answer made Wang Zhenwen chuckle and shake his head.

"Why is father laughing?" Wang Simu asked.

"Wei Wuyang is a man of wide and profound knowledge, possessing a thorough understanding of everything he has learned." Wang Zhenwen narrowed his eyes and sighed, adding, "In the debate... Du'e just suffered a minor defeat, so he's hesitant."

"Luohan, that's not the case." Wang Simu said.

She recalled something and angrily said, "Buddhism has sinister intentions. Even if a warrior passes the first level, he will still fail at the second and third levels."

Yes, a warrior and a Bodhisattva are obsessed with debating scriptures?

Only defeat!

Wang Zhenwen nodded. "That's a good thing, Supervisor. It's a coincidence that this boy broke through to the fourth rank right before the battle. It seems like he predicted it right."

"Okay." Wei An nodded with a smile, sat down on the ground casually, and said without turning his head, "Master Du'e, debating is hard work. Bring me some tea."

He was not at all flustered, and his tone was light, as if he was having an ordinary debate.

So free and easy!
Being in Foshan, it feels like his home!
This attracted the attention of the nobles under the tent and the people outside who were amazed.

Du'e waved his robe sleeves.

There was a stone table between Wei An and the old monk.

On the horizontal table, there are a small red clay stove, a purple clay teapot, and ancient tea bowls.

"Thank you, Master Du'e."

Wei An thanked him.

Then he looked at the old monk opposite him and asked, "I wonder what you want to argue, Master?"

The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Wei An. His gaze was calm, but with an unusual sense of oppression.

"A Confucian sage once said, 'A man without faith cannot stand.' What do you think this means?"

Under the most luxurious shed, Emperor Yuan Jing's face changed.

broken!

Coming for him!

Wei An thought for a moment and then asked directly, "Master, what do you think was the reason why Lord Du destroyed Buddhism back then?"

"Just want to ask for advice, benefactor?"

The old monk said.

Wei An laughed again and said, "I personally think that Du Gong is ahead of all the Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and even the Buddha in Buddhism."

"The master and other masters in the Buddhist community are still puzzled to this day because they have not yet seen that step."

"I'd like to hear the details." The old monk was not provoked at all, and asked calmly and sincerely.

Not only the old monk, but also a group of people outside Foshan were curious.

"Let me ask the master a question first. I heard that there are nine major Dharma images in Buddhism. I wonder what they are?" Wei An said.

The old monk was silent for a moment, then said truthfully, "They are the nine forms of the Vajra, the Acala, the Great Samsara, the Great Compassion, the Great Wisdom, the Medicine Master, the Walker, the Colorless Glaze, and the Great Sun Tathagata."

“Is the Dharma-nature the fruition, right?”

"Of course."

"Once someone attains enlightenment, is it impossible for future generations to attain it?"

“It can also prove the second Dharma aspect.”

“Isn’t it first come, first served?”

"Yes."

"Since this is the case, there is only one Buddha."

"Isn't there only one Confucian sage? There is only one leader of the Way of Heaven, Earth, and Man, and only one supervisor."

The old monk refuted sharply.

"I'm not familiar with the sorcerer system. Master, since you've cited Confucianism as an example, I haven't heard that there can only be one Confucian sage in the world."

"Just as the leader of the Human Sect needs luck to ascend to a land immortal, your Confucianism also needs luck to ascend to a Confucian Sage. How can Dafeng have so much luck to produce two Confucian Sages?"

"It's just a lack of luck, but Buddhism has already been decided. There is only one Buddha."

Wei An pointed out the key point again.

The old monk was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean, benefactor?"

The teapot happened to be bubbling and steaming.

Wei An picked up the teapot and slowly brewed two cups of tea.

There is a lot of anxiety outside Foshan.

No one made a sound.

Putting the teapot down again, Wei An stood up and said, "The other day at the Taiming Pond Polo Club, someone asked me, 'If the human heart is the heart of heaven, what is the need for education? Everyone is a sage!'"

"He only said half of it."

"The Way of Heaven and Earth's sages is not found in sage books, nor does it need to be found in sage books. Heaven and man are originally one. When can they be separated? And why should they be separated?"

“Although the universe is vast, as long as one has a heart that is kind and has a conscience, even an ordinary person can become a saint!”

The old monk is an obsession that was cut off by Bodhisattva Wenyin. His understanding is so high.

He had already guessed what Wei An wanted to say.

Du'e also guessed what Wei An was going to say.

Wang Zhenwen and Zhao Shou paused for a moment and stared at Wei An.

Wei An added the final straw, "All sentient beings have Buddha nature, even those without faith."

"Without faith, there are no good dharmas. Buddha-nature is also good, because it exists in the future. Why is it that even those without faith have Buddha-nature?"

"Even without faith, one will definitely attain Buddhahood!"

Lack of faith can also be called cutting off good roots, referring to people who have desires!
boom!
Du'e and the old monk felt clear in their hearts, as if the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining!
A strong golden light rises to the sky!

There was a look of struggle between Jingchen and Jingsi's brows.

The pure thoughts of those who practice Zen sutras are just like those of the old monk and Du'e, except that the golden light is a little dimmer.

"Is this... converted by Mr. Wei?"

"Whether you can speak or not, in Buddhism it's called enlightenment!"

“Although I don’t quite understand what Mr. Wei is saying, I just feel it’s inexplicably powerful!”

"... "

Outsiders only see the surface.

"Haha, wonderful! Wonderful!"

Wang Zhenwen waved his hands and sighed repeatedly.

Wei Yuan smiled.

Zhao Shou stroked his beard, raised his chin slightly, and there was a hint of pride in his expression.

Even though he had countless opinions about Wei An, Emperor Yuan Jing praised him at this moment, "Wei Wuyang is truly a magnificent and unique boy, a genius born from heaven."

Huaiqing, Wang Simu, and the other princes and noble ladies who came today all looked at the figure in Foshan with their beautiful eyes.

"Hoohoo, the tea is still hot."

Wei An picked up the teacup and took a sip, his lips grimacing from the heat.

(End of this chapter)