Sword of Coming

In the early morning, the door creaked, and the skinny little girl woke up instantly, jumped off the back of the stone lion, tiptoed, hunched over, and escaped along the base of the wall.

Of course, Chen Pingan "got up" earlier than her. After watching the little girl leave from a distance, he stopped following her and returned to his own residence. Chen Pingan rented a side house in a house in the south of the capital, nearby. Zhuangyuan Lane has a great reputation, but in fact it is not as good as Xinghua Lane in my hometown. It is home to many shabby scholars who went to Beijing to take the exam. They failed in spring and could not afford the travel expenses back home. In the capital, they could meet the people they had just met. Friends exchanged knowledge and settled down.

Chen Pingan only had the key to the house, but not the key to the courtyard, so he returned to his residence quickly. The courtyard door was open. Chen Pingan returned to his room, closed the door, and glanced at the stack of books on the table and the ones on the bed. The bedding had been touched, and the little clues were very strange in Chen Ping'an's eyes. He sighed, a little helpless, but fortunately there were many things.

Chen Pingan didn't live here before. He stayed in an inn and asked for a big room where he could practice boxing and swordplay at will. Later, he searched for a Taoist temple to no avail and became more and more irritable. Chen Pingan stopped walking and fighting for the first time. In order to save money on swordsmanship, I moved here and only occasionally practice sword furnace standing.

Chen Pingan was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, dazed.

It's not a problem to keep running around like a headless fly.

Benefiting from the struggle of dripping water through stone on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the two battles at Flying Eagle Castle, especially the self-destruction of the evil monk's alchemy room, the spiritual energy poured out like a flood. Chen Pingan went against the current and gained a lot. Chen Pingan is now There are some signs of loosening of bottlenecks in the four realms of martial arts, but he always feels that something is missing. Chen Pingan has a vague intuition that as long as he is willing, he can quickly cross the threshold of the fourth and fifth realms, but Chen Pingan still hopes to be more It's solid, but it really doesn't work. Just like what Lu Tai said at the beginning, try your luck at Wushengren Temple, or find an ancient battlefield site to find those heroic spirits and ghosts who linger after the battle.

He had to find something to do, otherwise Chen Pingan would be afraid that he would get moldy.

Chen Ping'an decided to stay in the capital city of Nanyuan until the end of summer. If he could no longer find the Taoist temple, he would return to Aquarius Continent and devote all his energy to the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts. Cui Chan's grandfather was at the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo Tower. On the other hand, Chen Ping'an is very confident in this. The ten-year agreement with Ning Yao may be brought forward a few years.

However, Chen Ping'an was still a little scared. He was afraid that the barefoot old man with a lofty ambition and invincible boxing skills would threaten to polish him into the strongest five or six realms.

The Third Realm was already so painful back then. Chen Ping'an was really afraid that he would be beaten to death by the old man, and it would be so painful.

Chen Pingan held the back of his head with both hands and slowly closed his eyes.

I don’t know if there was a real winner between A Liang and the legendary invincible Dao Er in the outer world that day.

I don’t know that Liu Xianyang saw how high the highest mountain was and how big the largest water was on his long journey to Yingyin Chen’s family.

I don’t know if Li Baoping is happy or not studying at Cliff Academy.

I wonder if Gu Can was bullied by anyone in Shujian Lake, or if he had an extra little notebook for recording grudges against others.

I wonder if Miss Ruan Xiu likes to eat the peach blossom cake from the Qilong Lane shop.

I wonder if Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia made new friends when they traveled together, and they could go through life and death together to conquer demons.

I wonder if Fan Er met the girl he liked in Old Dragon City.

Chen Pingan actually fell asleep with his thoughts on his mind.

There was Feijian in the sword-raising gourd on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. In fact, Chen Ping'an had to sleep in the open air all the way, so he was not too worried.

The owner of this house is a family of five, with three generations living under the same roof. The old man likes to go out and find people to play chess with. His chess skills are weak and his chess quality is even worse. He likes to play chess.

The old woman spoke harshly and had a gloomy face all day long. She easily reminded Chen Ping'an of Granny Ma from Xinghua Lane.

There was a young couple. The woman did some sewing and housework at home, but she never raised her head from scolding her mother-in-law every day. According to the old saying in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, a man is a baggage dealer, that is, he carries a big baggage, buys rags everywhere, ties a small drum around his waist, and shouts loudly while walking through the streets. If he is lucky, he can pick up valuable old objects. Sell ​​it to a familiar antique shop and you can make a lot of money once you sell it.

The couple were ordinary-looking, but they gave birth to a handsome-looking son, seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth. He didn't look like a baby from a back alley, but rather like a young master from a wealthy family. When I went to school, I heard that he was very popular with the teacher. I often watched his grandfather play chess with others. He could squat for more than half an hour without saying a word. He watched the chess without saying a word. He was a true gentleman and looked like a young master. .

Neighbors, big and small, were all close to the child and often made fun of him. Which one did he like more, the childhood girl from the next alley or Miss Liu from the school? The child often just smiles shyly and continues to watch the chess game silently.

After Chen Ping'an fell asleep.

A little thing emerged from the ground, climbed up on the table, sat next to the "book mountain", and began to doze off.

Xiaolianren'er is obviously proficient in the art of earth escape, which is silent and extremely fast.

Before arriving at the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Pingan had fun with it several times, either galloping wildly, or galloping for dozens of miles in one breath. When he stopped his horse or stopped, there would always be a horse at his feet. A little guy poked his head out of the soil and giggled at him.

Whether Chen Pingan is walking around, boxing or practicing swordsmanship, it never disturbs him and always watches from a distance. Only when Chen Pingan waves to it will it come to Chen Pingan and climb up along the golden robe. Finally, they sat on Chen Pingan's shoulders, one big and one small, enjoying the scenery together.

As for the snow money, it is temporarily stored with Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an just took a short nap, and was soon awakened by the movement in the yard. The old woman was chattering, the woman was croaking, the old man was hoaring his voice, and the children were reading the contents of the elementary school books in the morning. Only the young and strong man , should still be sleeping soundly.

Chen Pingan sat at the table and gently picked up a book. The little thing slowly woke up, feeling dazed, and looked at Chen Pingan blankly.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'll sleep with you."

The little thing stood up, ran to Chen Pingan, and helped him open a page of the book.

Chen Pingan was accustomed to it. The books on the table were all newly bought after leaving Lu Tai and Flying Eagle Castle. At that time, Lu Tai said that only by reading first-rate books could one hope to become a second-rate person. When it comes to reading, don’t seek to be perfect, bite off more than you can chew, focus on intensive reading, chew carefully and slowly, truly absorb all the subtleties of a classic into your stomach, and hide those beautiful images and insightful truths in sentences. One by one, all the energy and energy between you can be used for your own use. This is called reading. Otherwise, it is just flipping through books. After reading thousands of volumes, it will be a two-legged bookcase.

Chen Ping'an was enlightened at that time. If it hadn't been for Lu Tai's reminder, he would have bought a good book whenever he saw it, and would read it carefully. However, the sea of ​​books is boundless and life is limited. Chen Ping'an had to practice both boxing and swordsmanship. , I also have to look for Taoist temples, and finally have some spare time, which should really be used to read the best books.

Lu Tai gave him a book list, but Chen Ping'an treasured the piece of paper, but instead of buying books according to the book list, he went to buy the Confucian classics of Yasheng.

It's a pity that the books written by the literary sage and old scholar are no longer available in the market.

Chen Ping'an wanted to see "Three and Four" and compare them.

Emotionally speaking, Chen Ping'an is of course most inclined to Mr. Qi's husband, the old scholar who loves to drink and talk while drinking. But there is no problem in liking, admiring and respecting a person. If you feel that what that person says, do it. It's all right, but there will be big problems.

Is the knowledge of the literary sage and old scholar high? Of course it is very high. According to the young Cui Chan, it was once so high that all scholars felt that they were "at the height of their power."

So is Chen Ping'an qualified to think that the old scholar's theory is not the most reasonable?

It seems like a small thing can shake a big tree, which is ridiculous, but in fact it exists, because there is a sub-sage, and there are many classics left by the sub-sage.

Chen Ping'an once told Ning Yao's parents that to truly like someone is to like their bad qualities.

I also told the boy in blue and the girl in pink skirt, "If I am wrong, remember to remind me."

However, deep down in his heart, Chen Pingan still hopes that after seeing the knowledge of both sides of the March 4th War, he can sincerely feel that the literary sage and the old scholar are more correct.

Then next time I drink with the old man, we will have something to talk about.

Chen Ping'an sat upright, reading very slowly and speaking in a very soft voice. Whenever he reached the end of a page, Xiaolian would quickly turn over a new page with his hands and feet.

Then he continued to sit back at the table between Chen Pingan and the books on the table, imitating Chen Pingan's upright sitting posture. He raised his ears and listened quietly to the sound of reading above his head.

In the courtyard outside the house, which is filled with the smoke and smoke of the market, Chen Ping'an, who is wearing a white robe with a sword on his back and a gourd hanging on his back, is like a strange person far away in the horizon.

Just pay.

Not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, there are wine shops and brothels, as well as temples with chanting Sanskrit sounds. Although they are close, they seem to be two worlds apart.

Chen Pingan can often see monks going out for alms. Although they are thin, most of them have peaceful faces. Even if they are not wearing cassocks, you can tell the difference between them and the common people at a glance.

As for Goulan Restaurant, there is often a bustle of people at night, and the entire street is filled with a rich smell of powder, which often doesn't stop until the early morning. Although the characters there, whether they were guests drinking flower wine or women toasting, were dressed in brocade and silk, they looked haggard once the joy came to an end. Chen Ping'an saw several times that those women went back to unload their clothes after seeing the guests off the brothel. After removing all the make-up and makeup from her face, it was dawn, and she walked out of the side door of the brothel and went to an alley crowded with vendors. She sat there and drank a bowl of rice porridge or wontons. Some women fell asleep on the table while eating. .

A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It's like borrowing money from God and having to pay it back.

Some of the vendors who are familiar with the women on the hook love to talk dirty. Some of the women are careless and say perfunctory words in order to save a few coins, and some are extra sincere. They should be used to lowering their eyebrows and being flattering. They were so flattered that they started yelling and cursing, and the vendors cowered. When the women left, they began to scold them for being nothing more than dirtbags in the flesh business. How could they have the nerve to pretend to be such young ladies?

The next day, the brothel girls who scolded others still come as usual, and the street vendor men who were scolded yesterday will still peek at their white hands with their sleeves exposed. They are as white as pork on the chopping board. Compared with their yellow faces, Damn, it’s like heaven and earth. I really don’t know how these pretty girls were born and raised. Just thinking about touching their breasts will cost half a year of hard work, so I can only sigh.

Nanyuan Kingdom has been without war for hundreds of years, and the country is peaceful and peaceful. King after generation has ruled from generation to generation, and has neither a reputation nor a reputation.

Therefore, there is no night ban in the capital. The heroes of the world are carefree, carrying swords and swords, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. The government never cares. If they meet on the road, they will immediately dismount. The two parties will greet each other politely. If they are on good terms, they will drink together at the nearest place. Well, you talk about the helpless promotions in the officialdom, and I talk about the tricks of the powerful masters in the world. If you go back and forth, you will definitely not be able to stop them with two or three kilograms of wine.

In order to find the Taoist temple, Chen Pingan would wander around the capital every day, seeing all kinds of things in the city, and also seeing some weird things hidden in the city.

As long as they don't take the initiative to provoke him, Chen Pingan doesn't want to pay attention to them.

Lu Tai once said something that I didn't feel deeply about at the time, but now the more I chew on it, the more it leaves a lasting impression.

Once you go up the mountain and practice Taoism, you will feel that there are more and more strange spirits and ghosts in the world.

Chen Pingan closed the book, and an hour passed by like this, and he was ready to go out and continue wandering.

Although Chen Pingan became increasingly agitated during the search for the Taoist temple, it was not that Chen Pingan did not try to calm down. In fact, he made a lot of efforts. He went to temples of all sizes, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and walked alone among the quiet paths and trees. In Yin Zhong, every temple he visits is recorded on a bamboo slip. The small temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane is where Chen Pingan goes most often. The temple is not big, and there are only a dozen people including the abbot. Over time, he has become familiar with it. Every time Chen Ping'an felt restless, he would go there and sit there, not necessarily talking to the monks. Even just sitting under the eaves alone, listening to the tinkling of the wind chimes, would kill a hot afternoon.

Nanyuan State worshiped Buddhism and despised Taoism. There were many temples in the capital and local areas, and incense was flourishing. Taoist temples were rare, and there was not even one in the capital.

In recent days, a shocking secret has been making waves in the capital. A huge scandal has occurred in Baihe Temple, one of the four major temples in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom. Baihe Temple has always been famous for its profound Buddhist abbot and golden body. In this world, after the death of eminent monks of all dynasties, they were able to leave behind incorruptible bodies or burn relics. The other three temples are all ashamed of themselves in this regard.

This is also regarded as a clear proof that Buddhism in Nanyuan Kingdom is prosperous and far superior to its neighboring countries.

But not long ago, a senior monk who was practicing in Baihe Temple, who was elected as the abbot the year before last, ran out of the temple one day and went directly to Dali Temple to complain to the officials. After listening, all the officials including the Minister of Dali Temple , everyone looked at each other. It turned out that the old monk had informed Baihe Temple, poisoned his food, and conspired to pour mercury into his body after his death. Not only that, he also exposed the Baihe Temple monk's serious sins and deceived people who paid a lot of money to beg for a child. Including the ladies of the capital, there were six major crimes in total.

This case was so shocking that it directly alarmed His Majesty the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, who ordered a thorough investigation into the matter. As a result, most of the three hundred monks of Baihe Temple were imprisoned, and the rest were expelled from the capital, had their membership certificates removed, and were not allowed to be monks again in this life.

The other three temples still have a transcendent status and are deeply rooted after all, but they have affected many small temples with little reputation. For example, the Xinxiang Temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane has obviously seen fewer pilgrims recently.

The abbot of Xinxiang Temple is an old monk with a strong local accent. He is kind-faced and tall. Thirty years after he came to Beijing, the old monk still has his local accent unchanged. He doesn’t like to talk about the subtleties and profoundness of Buddhism with others. Most of them are family chats. Every time I went to the temple to sit around, Chen Pingan had to work hard to understand. Chen Pingan had a very good impression of this old monk, and he saw through it without saying it. The old abbot was a practitioner, but he had not yet become a monk. The fifth realm.

Chen Pingan left the alley and went to Xinxiang Temple, intending to sit quietly there and practice setting up sword furnaces.

It was only two miles away, and Chen Pingan passed by a martial arts hall and a escort agency, especially the high wall of the martial arts hall with the plaque "Magnificent Mountains and Rivers" hanging on it. Every time he passed by, there were a group of men humming and hahaha. It should be in Practice boxing. The street outside the escort agency is often crowded with escort cars. Young men and women are all high-spirited and high-spirited, while the old people are much more silent. If they accidentally see Chen Pingan, they will nod in greeting, and Chen Pingan will hand over his hand at first. He returned the gift, and when they met later, he took the initiative to salute. Without thinking about it, the old man lost interest and simply didn't look at Chen Ping'an.

When Chen Ping'an figured it out afterwards, he burst into laughter.

Most likely, he thought of himself as a dragon crossing the river at first, but later after finding out where he lived, he underestimated himself. His overly "pleasant" manners made the escort bosses think that he was just an embroidered pillow.

Chen Pingan found it quite interesting.

There are many martial arts schools and escort bureaus in this part of the capital. Those martial arts sects that have made a name for themselves like to set up halls here. The high gates and courtyards are as good as the residences of princes, princes and ministers, and there is no need to taboo any violation of etiquette. On the contrary, there are very few rumors about Qi practitioners. Even the national master is just a master of martial arts.

But the most interesting thing is the characters in an inconspicuous house. The men and women who come in and out, almost all of them are martial arts practitioners, practitioners in the world, but they deliberately hide their identities, dress plainly, and are unsmiling. Chen Pingan once I also saw a master who was most likely a master of the Sixth Level of Martial Arts. He was followed by a young woman wearing a curtain hat. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she had a graceful figure. She must be a beauty.

Unknowingly, Chen Ping'an began to look at the world in a different light.

When we arrived at Xinxiang Temple, there were very few pilgrims in the temple. Most of them were elderly neighbors, so the monks and novices in the temple all had sad faces.

The main reason why Chen Ping'an has been visiting frequently recently is that he senses that the old host's end is approaching.

Today, the old monk seemed to know that Chen Ping'an was coming, and had been waiting in the corridor of a side hall early.

Two round bulrush seats were placed, and the two sat opposite each other.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an was hesitant to speak, the old monk got straight to the point and said with a smile: "The abbots of Baihe Temple in the past generations have produced real golden bodies. They are not as good as the rumors from the outside world. They are all liars. There is no need to beat the thousand-year history of Baihe Temple to death with a stick. "

Good to see.

But the premise is that the old monk sees the evil first.

The old monk smiled again and said: "It's just that after the poor monk died, I originally wanted to burn a few relics to add more incense to the temple. Now it seems that it is difficult. I have to hide it for a while."

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Is this considered Buddhist cause and effect?"

The old monk nodded and said: "Of course, in the capital city of Nanyuan, Baihe Temple and Xinxiang Temple have never intersected. It seems that cause and effect are blurred, but in fact it is not. In Buddhism, everything in the world is like a thread. implicated."

This was the first time that the old monk said "Buddha Dharma" in front of Chen Pingan.

The old monk hesitated for a moment and then said with a smile: "Actually, there is cause and effect between the two temples, but it is too mysterious and subtle, too... too small. The poor monk is not sure to tell it. The donor needs to understand it himself."

The two of them chatted without being serious. The old monk would often be interrupted by the novice monks, chatting about trivial matters in the temple, and then leave Chen Pingan aside. Chen Pingan would often bring a few bamboo slips or a book to read. Even if you engrave words, you won’t feel disrespectful.

Chen Pingan did not bring any books today, but only brought a slender bamboo slip and a small carving knife.

Chen Ping'an never gets tired of old things, and the carving knife was a gift from the store when he bought the jade plaque.

The old monk was very interested in talking today. He talked about Buddhism briefly, so he didn’t mention it any more. He just talked casually as before, about playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, emperors, generals, traders and pawns, and all the various schools of thought. generally.

Time flies.

The old monk smiled and asked: "Can a scholar or official who is a treacherous and evil man and has been notorious for thousands of years write beautiful calligraphy and popular poems?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Does a famous person or general who is famous in history have secrets and flaws that are unknown to everyone?"

"some."

The old monk smiled and said: "That's right, don't go to extremes in everything. When trying to reason with others, the biggest fear is 'I want all the truth'. The biggest fear is that once you make evil with others, you will not see the good at all. Above the temple, there are party disputes, and even It is a party dispute that is regarded as a dispute between gentlemen by later generations. The reason why it still has such a long-lasting legacy is that gentlemen and wise men also do the wrong things in these matters."

The old monk continued: "But in the party struggle in the court, if you are weak and talk about these big principles, you will probably die miserably. It is really no wonder those scholars who have become officials. In this case, can it be said that this poor monk After one phone call, it went full circle and it was all nonsense? Why do you say it?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head and said: "An old gentleman told me a similar truth. He taught me to think about everything. Even if I think about it in a big circle and come back to the starting point, although it takes a lot of effort, in the long run, It’s still beneficial.”

The old monk nodded happily, "This gentleman is knowledgeable."

Chen Pingan rubbed the small emerald green bamboo slip with his fingers and said softly: "Once the old gentleman was drunk, and his eyes were hazy. He seemed to be asking me, but in fact he was probably asking everyone. He was so You mean, how many books have you read, do you dare to say that this world is 'just like this'? How many people have you met, do you dare to say that men and women are 'like this'? How many peace and suffering have you seen with your own eyes, do you dare to assert that others Good and evil?"

The old monk sighed: "This gentleman must not have an easy life."

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, but he still couldn't figure it out. He asked curiously: "Does Buddhism really advocate 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately'?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Before answering, I have a question: Do you think this statement is scary and innovative, but after chewing it for a while, you feel that it is a shortcut and not the right way?"

Chen Ping'an scratched his head and said, "I haven't even read the general Buddhist teachings, so I don't know if it's the true Dharma."

The old monk laughed loudly, "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. People in the world only see shortcuts, which is unbelievable. Little do they know that the real mystery lies in realizing that 'the butcher knife is in my hand', which means 'knowing evil'. There are various situations in the world, and many people do evil." But they don’t know evil. Many people know evil and do evil. In the final analysis, they all have a bloody butcher knife in their hands, and the severity is just different. If you can truly let go and look back from now on, wouldn’t it be a good thing?"

The old monk went further and said, "Zen Buddhism still surprises outsiders, but in fact, ordinary people can't see the hard work before enlightenment, and even if they see it, they are unwilling to do it. Is it difficult to become a Buddha? Of course it is. It is difficult to know the Dharma, but it is even more difficult to abide by it, protect it and spread it. But..."

The old monk suddenly stopped talking and sighed, "There is no 'but'. Since the poor monk, who is a Buddhist, can't do it himself, why should I tell you such a far-reaching truth?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter. No matter how far the truth is, let's not say whether I will go or not. I can know that it is there, which is also a good thing."

The old monk waved his hand and said, "Let this poor monk rest for a while and drink a cup of tea to moisten his throat. He is almost smoking."

The old monk shouted, and in a monastery not far away, there was a young novice monk who looked like he was lowering his head to chant sutras but was actually taking a nap. He suddenly opened his eyes. After hearing the old monk's words, he hurriedly brought two bowls of tea to the abbot and the guests. .

Not far away there was a towering tree with thick shade, and there was a little oriole parked, pecking at it.

Chen Pingan drinks tea quickly, while the old monk drinks tea slowly.

Chen Pingan smiled and handed the tea bowl back to the young monk. Before the old monk drank half of the bowl, Chen Pingan lowered his head and picked up the bamboo slip. There were traces of imperceptible marks on the left and right ends.

Chen Ping'an looked left and right at both ends.

The bamboo slips are like a small ruler.

The old monk finished his tea and turned to look around. On a hot summer day, the scorching sun was scorching the world, and it was rare for people to stay cool. He spoke intermittently with emotion.

"In the Age of Dharma Ending, all people in the world will be like grass in a drought, all withered and without moisture."

"The truth still needs to be explained."

"Buddhism is the teachings of monks. Etiquette is the teachings of Confucian scholars. Taoism is the teachings of Taoists. In fact, they are not bad. Why stick to the sect? Just take what is right and eat it in your own belly."

Chen Ping'an looked away from the bamboo slips, raised his head, smiled, and nodded: "That's right."

The old monk looked at the temple courtyard outside the corridor railing, "This world has always been indebted to good people. How can there be no right or wrong? It's just that we don't want to delve into it. We don't have to talk about it, or even deliberately confuse right and wrong. But you have to know it in your heart. Unfortunately, things are so helpless in the world, there are more and more smart people, and those with as many eyes and minds as lotus pods often like to be sarcastic and mellow, deny pure goodwill, and hate the sincerity of others."

"Chen Pingan, how you see the world will be how the world sees you."

Then the old monk made a redundant move, as if repeating: "You look at it, and it looks at you."

Chen Ping'an thought about it and felt it made sense, but he didn't think about it deeply.

The old monk talked a lot today, and Chen Pingan was willing to think carefully, so for a while, he didn't follow the old monk so far.

The old monk suddenly smiled brightly and said: "Almsgiver Chen, did the old monk speak well today?"

Chen Pingan felt a little sad and said with a smile: "Very good."

The old monk smiled and asked, "I heard you talk about 'sequence', 'big and small' and 'good and evil' once before. I want to hear it again."

Chen Ping'an's words were unfamiliar and obscure the first time, but the truth and truth always become clearer the more he speaks, just like a mirror that is wiped clean from time to time to remove dust, it will become brighter and brighter.

There is an order of right and wrong. First, sort out the order. Don’t skip. Just talk about the truth you want to say.

Right and wrong are divided into big and small, and one, two or even multiple rulers are used to measure the size. These rulers can be borrowed from all the righteous and good laws in the world, Legalist laws, Confucian etiquette, and arithmetic calculations from magicians. use. Bottom-line laws, high morals, local customs, and precise arithmetic are all involved. They cannot be generalized. It is extremely complicated and laborious to study.

After that comes the final determination of good and evil.

Invisibly, human nature is a three-fourth debate between good and evil, so it no longer becomes an insurmountable obstacle for readers, because this is something to talk about at the end, not at the beginning of reading, where decisions need to be made first. thing.

At the end is the word "行".

Educating the common people, spreading the Dharma to the world with a bodhisattva's heart, cultivating a pure body by himself, you can do whatever you like.

The old monk looked calm. After listening to Chen Pingan's narration, he clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Amitabha."

Chen Ping'an looked at the little yellow warbler sitting on the cornice. It was looking at the little novice monk cleaning the temple.

Chen Ping'an looked away, and the old monk smiled and said: "The temple is not there, the monk is there, the monk is not there, the scriptures are there, the scriptures are not there, the Buddha is there, the Buddha is not there, but the Dharma is still there. It's just that Xinxiang Temple has lost a monk, and there is not a single one left. According to this sutra, as long as someone still has the Dharma in their hearts, the Xinxiang Temple will still be there.”

The old monk turned his head and looked at the quiet courtyard again. There was only the rustling sound of the young novice sweeping the floor.

The old monk's vision was blurred and he murmured: "This poor monk seems to have seen a lotus blooming in the world."

Chen Pingan was silent.

The old monk lowered his head and moved his lips slightly, "Go."

In the distance, the little novice monk looked towards the corridor, holding a broom in his arms, complaining to the old monk, "Master, the sun is so bright, can I clean it later, it's going to be too hot."

Chen Pingan turned his head, pointed at the old monk who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and then stretched out his finger to his mouth and made a hissing sound.

The little novice monk quickly kept silent, and then secretly had fun, haha, I like to be lazy, it turns out that the master also likes to sleep.

He tiptoed to enjoy the shade under the eaves of the main hall. The little oriole plucked up the courage and flew to the shoulder of the little novice. The little novice was stunned for a moment, then deliberately turned his head and made a face at it. The little oriole jumped up and flew away in fright. The little novice monk who was alone touched his bald head and felt a little guilty.

On the round seat of cattail grass in the corridor, the dead old monk maintained his loose sitting posture.

But it seems that this small world has lifted up its spirits.

Chen Pingan remembered Lu Tai's words for no reason.

When people die, they sleep.