C132 Comprehending Dao in the Middle of the Night

Having said that, the empty monk took a sip of tea. He sighed heavily and smiled sadly. After a while, he said emotionally, "Director Fan, do you think it's ridiculous and ridiculous?"

When he was talking about the past, Fan Wenbin did not interrupt him. He just stared at the other party silently and listened patiently. However, in his heart, waves after waves of monstrous waves were stirred up. They kept rolling and colliding, like the rolling yellow river after a rainstorm.

This old monk, who was rumored to be very mysterious on both sides of the Yellow River, actually turned out to be a very mysterious monk. He was actually a very kind person. This point was greatly unexpected. It had also completely overturned the original image in his mind, allowing him to have a new understanding of this old monk who had once been a scavenger.

His grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, ignored his past grudges and stepped forward in times of danger. He did not care about his own safety and saved the life of this scavenger with the surname Zhan. However, the man with the surname Zhan actually showed a kind heart. After thanking his grandfather, he became a monk, which made him feel a lot of emotions.

At this moment, when he saw the old monk asking him questions, he quickly shook his head and said with a smile, "Ancestral Advisor is thinking too much. I didn't mean that at all. " After a short while, he said truthfully, "This experience of Ancestral Advisor's when he was young sounds very magical. "

When his grandfather was alive, he had told Fan Wenbin many legendary stories, which made him very fascinated. Now that his grandfather had left, there was still his legend in the Pugilistic World. This could not be said to be a miracle. There were many, many stories of his grandfather on both sides of the Yellow River, and no one could finish talking about them.

"After becoming a monk, I face the Buddha all the time. My heart has gradually calmed down. I don't care about what's happening outside. " Qi Kong said in a deep voice, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. There are many things that I can forget, but I will never forget the matter of Sir Fan saving my life back then. "

Regarding Monk Kong's act of not forgetting to save his life, Fan Wenbin praised him from the bottom of his heart. To be honest, he was such a person in his bones. However, following the change in the social environment, he could not help but experience some changes.

Seeing that Fan Wenbin listened very seriously, Xu Kong continued, "Today, you came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to burn incense. Before you left, the two of us met. It was fate that you and I were born with. " After he finished speaking, he could not help but chuckle.

When he found out that the distinguished guest in front of him was Fan Zhengkun's grandson, he was first shocked in his heart, and then he found out that the other party was the Hua Cheng Group's president, a very special identity. A thought quickly appeared in his mind.

What was a benefactor? This was a benefactor. People often said that a benefactor could only be met by luck. Today, the benefactor actually personally walked into the Coiling Dragon Temple, making him immediately feel very excited. Just now, when he consciously mentioned the matter of Fan Zhengkun saving him, his goal was to shorten the relationship between him and Fan Wenbin.

When he narrated the past very emotionally, he had been observing the changes in Fan Zhengkun's expression, and secretly pondering about him. Up until now, what kind of person was this person called Fan Wenbin? In his heart, he already understood about eighty to ninety percent of it.

When his father was alive, he taught him the skills that a corpse collectors should have. At the same time, he did not forget to send his son to school to study for a few years. He also taught his son that when people lived in this world, they should have some basic common sense and social experience.

After becoming a monk, he accidentally discovered a few books left behind by the old monk who was said to be the head of the National Party Special Affairs. Although the books were incomplete, when he had nothing to do, he had also learned some extremely useful knowledge at a higher level after digesting his loneliness.

This practical knowledge, coupled with his rich social experience, made this old monk whose Dharma name was empty. Although he spent most of his time in the temple and never left his house, the problem of his cold eyes was much clearer and more profound than that of an ordinary person.

On the day of 1996, a man named Liu Paul, who claimed to be a Buddhist disciple, traveled a long way from the northeast to Daan. He persuaded Kong to study a very special kind of dharma, which could reach the highest level of enlightenment and positive results. He said it with a sharp nose and eyes, which were very mysterious.

Unexpectedly, Kong smiled coldly. His sharp eyes stared at the other party and said very solemnly, "I have been a monk for so many years. I have been chanting scriptures and cultivating every day, but I have not comprehended Buddhist Dharma. With just a few words from you, you can reach the highest level of Buddhist Dharma. Isn't this a joke about Buddhist Dharma?"

Liu Paul was stunned. His face immediately flushed red. He didn't know what to say. It turned out that he only wanted to borrow the reputation of the Coiling Dragon Temple. He wanted to make use of Old Monk Kong's prestige on both sides of the Yellow River to attract more people. Join a very special organization, but. . . He had never expected that these few righteous words of the old monk would. . . In an instant, it revealed the nature of this organization to deceive and harm people.

Seeing that the situation was bad and his words did not get along well, Liu Paul groaned for a long time. He no longer dared to show off his ability to speak in front of the empty monk. He could only leave Panlong Temple with his tail between his legs. The loud laughter of the old monk could be heard from behind him.

Actually, Kong had long heard of this kind of evil cult organization that focused on amassing wealth. He had also seen some people peacefully cultivating by the Yellow River. There were both men and women. However, most of these people were middle-aged women.

After observing coldly for a period of time, in the end, he felt that this was not the true Buddhist Dharma. Instead, he used the guise of promoting the Buddhist Dharma to do some dirty business of deceiving money and harming others. As a result, he adopted a very cold and aloof attitude. Later on, he actually snorted disdainfully.

One day a year later, when he learned that Liu Paul and the others had actually put on an ugly 'self-destruction' farce in broad daylight, hoping to achieve the highest level of 'cultivation to achieve positive results', it completely exposed the nature of the evil sect's destruction of humanity.

When he saw the horrible and appalling scene on the television, Chi Kong sneered and said something. "The Buddhist Dharma preaches that people do good deeds and do good deeds, while the evil sect makes their believers commit suicide, ultimately ending up in a pitiful state where they harm others and themselves"

It was precisely because of his superb ability to judge people with cold eyes that, under his meticulous operation, the incense offerings of the Coiling Dragon Temple grew day by day, and the number of believers increased. In the end, they were neck and neck with the Daoist White Cloud Temple on the south bank of the Yellow River. They were on par with each other, and for a time, it was difficult to tell who was better.

Seeing that Fan Wenbin's interest was very high, and he did not have the intention of leaving immediately, after a short while, he laughed and told a small story about the three eminent monks who had attained the Dao. At this time, he already understood the real reason why Fan Wenbin came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to offer incense. He wanted to use these small stories to enlighten this benefactor who had a heavy heart.

A long, long time ago, there were three eminent monks chatting in a temple. The three of them all had the same feeling. This was a classic Buddhist scripture that they had studied hard for many years and had devoted themselves to cultivation for many years. The final enlightenment, however, in an unassuming moment. . . It was caused by a very small matter, just like the skylight on the roof. . . The room suddenly lit up when it was suddenly poked open.

Instantly, Fan Wenbin was deeply attracted by this opening statement. During this period of time, he felt that everything was not going smoothly, and his worries were tightly linked, causing him to be almost at a loss of what to do. He was like a headless fly, running around randomly.

Tomorrow, he would go to the provincial capital of Lan Province to pay a visit to the famous chairman of Hefeng Group, Zhao Yingzhe. He would talk about the Hucheng Group's bonds with Zhao Yingzhe face to face. He also had countless thoughts in his mind. He did not know what the final result of the matter would be like.

It was precisely because there were too many troublesome matters that did not go smoothly that his mood was very gloomy and terrible. After work today, he temporarily wanted to go back to his hometown and talk to his parents to relieve his boredom. After that, he would go to Lanzhou to pay a visit to Zhao Yingzhe tomorrow morning.

Thus, he got up and poured tea. He urged Old Monk Kong to tell him the story of these three eminent monks who had attained the Dao. As a top student of Wuhan University, He had read a lot of books, and in terms of politics, Some were in literature, but most of them were in economics. However, there were often times when he could not get through the blockage. In order to make his heart feel better, he had to find a way to open the skylight.

Facing Fan Wenbin's tightly urging and longing gaze, Kong smiled slightly, and became even more firm in his judgment. This Hua Cheng Group's president indeed had a belly full of unspeakable troubles. Taking advantage of the dusk, when there was no one in the Coiling Dragon Temple who was very quiet, he came alone to offer incense.

An eminent monk said that I have bitterly studied and cultivated for many years and have never been able to comprehend the Dao. One day, when I went to the riverside to fetch water, I saw a woman washing clothes and wearing a bracelet on both her hands. The woman kept washing her clothes with her hands. The two bracelets kept colliding with each other, making a very pleasant sound.

I suddenly have an idea. If these two bracelets weren't worn by the woman at the same time, why would they make such a pleasant sound when they hit each other? There were thousands of bracelets in the world. Why were these two bracelets the only ones worn by the same woman?

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. In the end, I think there is no reason to explain it. If you want to answer, there is only one word, fate.

When the other two senior monks heard this, they nodded in agreement. After thinking for a while, they said that it was true. Other than fate, there was no better explanation. This is enlightenment from fate.

Hearing this, Fan Wenbin could not help but nod. He thought to himself that it was fate that the two bracelets could be worn by a woman at the same time. Other than that, how could he explain it? Hence, he continued to quietly listen to the empty story.

The second senior monk said that even though I bitterly studied and cultivated, I was unable to comprehend the Dao. My heart was extremely depressed. One spring, when I woke up early in the morning, I saw that the entire courtyard was filled with peach blossom petals. I cleaned it for more than two hours before I cleaned it up.

While sweeping the courtyard with a broom, I thought, These peach blossoms were still fine on the trees yesterday. Why did they fall to the ground this morning? Yesterday, I thought that I could eat peaches this year. Who knew that in one night, all my hopes would be dashed? If you want to blame someone, blame the storm last night for making all my hopes disappear.

Last night's strong wind and heavy rain came out of nowhere when I was sleeping, blowing off all the peach blossoms and changing everything. Thus, I comprehended the Dao. This is called comprehending the Dao for no reason.

The third senior monk continued to say, I am the same as the two of you. I also bitterly studied and cultivated for many years and was unable to comprehend the Dao. One night, when I was tired from reading Buddhist scriptures until late at night, I went back to my room to sleep.

The room was dark. As soon as he entered, he stepped on something soft. He quickly looked down and saw that there was a sticky liquid flowing out of it.

I was shocked and thought, This must have killed a little mouse. That sticky liquid must be the internal organs and flesh of the little rat.

Sleeping on the bed, I felt extremely uneasy. I kept muttering, Amitabha, I have sinned. I have been a monk for my entire life, never killing. This time, I accidentally stepped on the little mouse to death. Tomorrow, I will help it transcend the undead.

Unexpectedly, just as I closed my eyes, I saw many rats baring their teeth and screeching as they pounced towards me, as if they wanted to tear me apart and avenge their brothers. I was so frightened that I woke up. I decided to bury the little rat and read the sutra for it.

Thus, I lit up the oil lamp and walked to the door to take a closer look. Only then did I come to a realization. It turned out that I didn't step on the little mouse. Instead, I stepped on a piece of rotten eggplant that flowed out. It was also not the blood of the mouse. It was a pool of eggplant juice that was sticky.

At that time, I muttered in my heart, Amitabha, I'm innocent. After that, I laid down and slept. It was calm and peaceful, and I didn't have any dreams. I slept until dawn. After waking up, I threw the half of the eggplant outside the wall. From then on, I comprehended the Dao. It was because of my heart that I comprehended the Dao.

After saying these three small stories, Void Monk smiled with a rich expression and said loudly, "I don't have wisdom roots. I have read the stories of these eminent monks who have gained enlightenment. I have been thinking for a long time, but I haven't gained enlightenment yet. "

Seeing Fan Wenbin's thoughtful look, after a moment, he couldn't help but ask in a soft voice, I don't have wisdom roots. After seeing the story of these eminent monks comprehending the Dao, I thought for a long time and didn't comprehend the Dao. "Director Fan, I wonder what Dao you have comprehended? Can you tell me? Let me hear it.

When Fan Wenbin had the time to tell these stories, he combined them with his real life, and thought of many things. Comprehending the Dao through fate, comprehending the Dao for no reason, comprehending the Dao through the heart, these were the three ways of comprehending the Dao. They achieved the same goal through different paths, and in one point, they understood the essence of life.

Seeing that he had no time to ask himself, he said, "I learned from the enlightenment process of an eminent monk that I, Fan, took shape due to the blood essence of my parents. I came to this world because my mother was born. I was not born elsewhere, but I was born in the Fan Family of Daan. Today, I met my ancestor in the Coiling Dragon Temple. This is fate.

From the three stories that Old Monk Kong had told him, which were filled with Zen wisdom, he immediately realized that the zombie who had become a monk in the Coiling Dragon Temple at such a young age was definitely not an ordinary person. He was a highly intelligent eminent monk.

At the same time, he also realized that when he walked out of the Mahavira Hall and was about to leave Panlong Temple, the old monk suddenly appeared in front of him. It was definitely not an accidental encounter, but a carefully planned operation.

Fan Wenbin's eyes flickered with bright sparks of wisdom. Zuo Kong was slightly stunned. He thought to himself, What a smart and quick-witted person. As expected of the descendant of Fan Zhengkun, the leader of the old association. His brain is very good.

"The peach blossoms were blown away by the strong wind. The monk felt that the world was without reason. In fact, there are too many such things in this world. " Fan Wenbin sighed slightly and continued, "Peach blossoms can only resist the storm by being strong. They can bloom and bear fruit, so that they can live a little better. "

Upon hearing this, Xu Kong could not help but laugh loudly, and echoed loudly, "Good, you said it very well. People can only live a better life by constantly working hard.

When he said this, he thought to himself that back then, in order to live a longer and more free life, he resolutely became a monk at the time when he was the proudest and most arrogant.

After becoming a monk not long ago, many people couldn't understand why he would say all sorts of things behind his back. Even Fan Jiashou's secretary, Li Jizhen, also arrived at the Coiling Dragon Temple in the middle of the night, advising himself not to find trouble for himself again. It was better to go down the mountain and become a militia company commander.

Li Jizhen was no more than a few years older than him. It was the time for him to be famous. In the era of the earth reformation at the beginning of liberation, as long as one was a poor, middle aged farmer, they would be given their own land, cows, and horses. They all lived a happy life that was a hundred times better than the old society. Naturally, they were unwilling to return to their old days of working as long-term workers for the old landlord.

Although Li Jizhen earnestly persuaded him for an entire night, the young zombie harvesters' hearts were all on Buddha. In the end, Li Jizhen was filled with an inconceivable sense of loss. He shook his head and said, "There's no way to save him. " Then, he left Panlong Temple with regret.

Li Jizhen never would have thought that after more than ten years, when the catastrophe that swept across the entire country affected the Fan Family, as the earliest and youngest secretary of the Mei Ban Public House after the liberation, just like Fan Zhengkun of the old society, he would suffer the cruel criticism of a group of young middle school students.

In that day of humiliation and devastation, he realized that the young man with the surname Zhan, who fished up the zombies in the past, when he was at his proudest moment in life, becoming a monk was a very far-sighted choice.

"Speaking of enlightenment, what I truly admire is the saying that Buddhism is enlightened because of their heart. " Fan Wenbin was greatly encouraged when he saw that it was empty. He said with confidence and assurance, "Everything in the world, to us people, is actually just a matter of a thought. "

"An external object, if it is stored in the heart, then it has something to do with it. If it is not stored in the heart, then it has nothing to do with it. Some people seemed to be busy all day long, and there were things that they could not finish, but they lived a life that was unclear and muddle-headed. Some people, for the sake of their dreams, thought day and night, and could not sleep or eat in peace. The difference between these two types of people is that their hearts are unintentional.

Upon hearing this, Kong could not help but clap his hands and laugh loudly. He said," Only when there is a difference between the heart and the heart can there be a difference between people. Director Fan, you are right.

Thus, both of them couldn't help but laugh loudly. As their hearty laughter echoed in the earroom, it also pierced through the window and hovered above the dark sky of the Coiling Dragon Temple. It hadn't dispersed for a long time.