Seeing a holy monk misses life

On the night of June, bright stars are shining on the dark sky, and the light of the bright moon is like a thin silver veil, which flutters and reflects on Zijie Temple.

In the room, the warm candlelight blends with the bright moonlight.

Chu Zi sat at the table, flipping through the scriptures in his hand.

The halo shrouded his body, and the red rashes of different sizes were printed on that disguised and ordinary face, full of a kind of horror that was completely inconsistent with the elegant and quiet temperament around him.

Before Chu Zi came to this world, as a master respected by everyone, although he read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, they were only scriptures handed down from history.

Because there are still a large part of the scriptures that have not been preserved in the passage of time, so Chu Zi has never read this part of the books.

But now, he has become Tang Sanzang, and this era is one of the more prosperous eras of Buddhist Zen. In his previous life, the rare Buddhist scriptures are put here, almost in every slightly larger Buddhist temple or temple. can see.

Life-long learning.

Chu Zi likes to constantly enrich himself, and he also enjoys the process of absorbing knowledge, no matter what kind of knowledge it is.

In Chu Zi's view, it is always good to know more and understand more.

Reading the scriptures and realizing the meaning of Buddhism and Zen in the scriptures can make a person's heart more peaceful.Other people, Chu Zi, don't know, but it works for him.

Because before Chu Zi became a master, or to be more precise, before he decided to calm down and go to the Buddhist monastery to practice, he also had a crazy age.

But for Yu Chuzi now, those are all insignificant past.He enjoys the moment very much. As for why he came to this world and why he became Tang Yi, Chu Qi has his own thinking and his own set of principles, and he doesn't get too entangled in meaningless things.

Time passed minute by minute.

The candles on the table were a third of the way down.

Zhu Bajie, who was just dozing off at first, had completely fallen asleep at this time.

The room was so quiet that only Chu Xiao's shallow breathing and Zhu Bajie's still slight snoring could be heard.

At this time, there is still more than half an hour before the quarter of a child.

Chu Zi still didn't feel sleepy at all. He glanced at Zhu Bajie who was asleep, then stood up and walked to the window, looking at the summer sky.

The camphor tree in the yard fluttered its luxuriant branches and leaves gently under the blowing of the evening wind, and the faint fragrance of flowers and plants wafted in the air.This is undoubtedly a very leisurely and quiet night scene, but who would have thought that such a night would usher in a big storm.

Chu Zi lowered her head to look at her hands, her five fingers were closed and stretched out again.With the awakening of Jin Chanzi's ability, Chu's five senses now far exceed those of ordinary people.As long as he closes his eyes and listens carefully, he can hear the movements of Monkey King and Sha Wujing hundreds of meters away.

Chu Qi closed her eyes halfway. After calming down, she closed the window, and then sat back in the seat just now, and continued to read the scriptures that she had read halfway through.

In this way, until the candles on the table were half burned, a strong wind suddenly blew out of the window.

After the strong wind passed, the sky became dark for a moment, as if covered by a huge cloth. There were no stars, no moon, and no light at all, leaving only darkness.

But such an abnormal change is only for a moment, and most people can't notice it at all.

A moment later, it's here.

Sun Wukong and Sha Wujing should have met the two monsters, Jinjiaoyinjiao.

Chu Zi paused slightly while flipping through the scriptures, and then continued to read as if nothing had happened.

Two minutes later, Chu Zi heard footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door of Chu Zi's room.

Chu Zi raised his head from the scriptures and looked towards the door.

The next second, the person standing outside raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Master Sanzang? Have you rested, Master Sanzang?" The voice was old and low, the voice of the old abbot.

Chu Zi pursed her lips, and was about to get up to open the door, but Zhu Bajie, who was awakened by the old abbot's knocking and talking, stood up first.

"Master, I'm going to open the door..." Zhu Bajie let out a big yawn, "This old abbot is really, he came to see Master at such a late hour..." Zhu Bajie muttered softly, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he walked towards the door .

Zhu Bajie opened the door, looked at the old abbot standing outside the door and said, "Old abbot, why are you looking for my master?"

The night was sinking, the moon hid in the clouds, the light outside the house was naturally dim, and the old abbot's face was somewhat blurred.

He stood outside the door, holding a scripture book in his left hand and a sandalwood incense burner in his right hand, and explained apologetically: "The old man just read the Buddhist scriptures, and saw a lot of controversy, and saw that the lights in this room are still on. I wanted to discuss it with the holy monk."

Hearing the words, Zhu Bajie looked at the scriptures in the hands of the old abbot, there were several clear big characters printed on the scriptures——

"Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra"

Zhu Bajie only glanced at it and then looked away. Although he was enlightened by the Bodhisattva and became a disciple of Tang Sanzang, he was not interested in Buddhist scriptures even though he knew nothing about them.

Those obscure scriptures gave him a headache just looking at them.

Zhu Bajie turned around: "Master?" He asked what Chu Zi meant.

Chu Zi raised his eyes and looked at the old abbot outside the door. Due to the angle, he could only see the old abbot's chin and the wrinkled hand holding the Buddhist scriptures under the shadow.

After staring at the old abbot for two seconds, Chu Zi said, "Come in."

Hearing what Chu Zi said, Zhu Bajie turned sideways and made way for him.

The old abbot nodded slightly at Zhu Bajie, then walked in.

The moment the old abbot passed by Zhu Bajie, for some reason, Zhu Bajie suddenly felt a bitter chill, and the air seemed to turn cold instantly.

But this feeling came too fast, so fast that Zhu Bajie, who hadn't fully woke up from the drowsiness, realized what to catch, and the coldness dissipated, but he returned to normal in an instant.

Zhu Bajie closed the door, raised his hand to his mouth and yawned again, then sat back to the seat just now, which was on the right side of Chu Zi's seat.

As for the old abbot, after replacing the burnt sandalwood incense burner in the room with the new one he brought, he sat across from Chu Yu.

"Master Sanzang." The old abbot gently placed the scripture in his hand on the table, and after turning to one of the pages, he pointed to a sentence on it and said: "About this Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, how does the holy monk view this sentence 'received? If you want to get acquainted, is it true?"

"Here it is said that the four are the same, thoughts, behaviors, and souls. Does the holy monk think so?" A trace of curiosity.

Chu Qi pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "In my opinion, these four are the same, but they are also different."

"Oh?" The old abbot looked at Chu Qi, "What is the opinion of the holy monk?"

"The mind is influenced by the mind, the behavior is moved by the mind, and the mind binds the behavior. The four can form a single phase to complement each other; they can also be integrated into one, interpreting that the four are empty."

Chu Zi expressed her opinion without haste, the candlelight flickered lightly, reflecting his warm eyebrows and eyes, like the breeze blowing in March.

He obviously has a very ordinary face with a cautious rash on his face, but at the moment when he half-cast his eyes and seriously talks about his own opinions, he looks like a bright moon standing above the clouds.

The old abbot stared straight at Chu Yu, with a slight curve on the corner of his lips, as if he was reading the words of the Tang monk opposite, but there was a strange red light flashing deep in the bottom of his eyes. Pass.

Chu Zi's attention was on the scriptures, but he didn't catch the lightning-fast anomaly in the old abbot's eyes. As for Zhu Bajie, he dozed off again as soon as the old abbot mentioned that Buddhist scripture, lying on the bed in a daze. Asleep on the table.

In the room, from the replaced incense burner, green smoke wafted out.

The faint sandalwood fragrance slowly filled the air, as if it could calm people's mind, and there seemed to be something different in this fragrance.

"The holy monk said that sex is affected by thoughts, so what does the holy monk think is sex?" the old abbot asked, "Can passion and desire be completely separated?"

Hearing this, Chu Zi raised her eyelids and glanced at the old abbot.

The old abbot looked at Shang Chuzi with a calm look in his pupils, and there was no other expression, as if he was really just discussing.

After thinking for a few seconds, Chu Qi replied, "I think the two can be separated."

"Desire is the devil in the heart, and love is the cage that shuts it down." Chu Yu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the ink-like color hung below his eyelids, for a moment like a deep, unbearable Peeping into the deep sea, he said: "Desire is madness, love is restraint."

The old abbot nodded slightly, and then smiled again, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible: "The holy monk's views are unexpectedly straightforward and sharp."

After finishing speaking, he turned a page back and asked, "Even without old age and death, there is no end of old age and death. Here it is said that both old age and death have no end. Does the holy monk think this is the so-called longevity?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Chu Zi to speak, and continued: "The holy monk thinks that pursuing immortality is a taboo? Or is it a human nature born of desire?"

Chu Zi didn't answer immediately, but lowered her eyes and thought about this question very seriously.

And the old abbot didn't seem to be in a hurry to get the answer. He stared at Chu Yu quietly, patiently, his eyes were like a beast disguised as a kind passerby, and he lured his prey in a silent way. .

He rested his chin on one hand and propped his elbows on the table, and said in a low voice with unknown meaning: "Holy Monk, Buddhism is merciful, and it pays attention to compassion to cross people, cross all things and common people, if you use your own flesh and blood as a guide, go Would you like to feed the beggars?"

At the end of his words, the old voice that originally belonged to the old abbot slowly changed, and turned into a cold voice with a gloomy air.

Hearing this voice, Chu Yu immediately raised his eyes, and the target was not the old abbot's face with loose skin, but a face that Chu Yu had never seen before.

The person sitting opposite him was not the old abbot, but a man who was completely unfamiliar to Chu Yu.