Practice

Wei Yuan looked at Yuanjue and had to admit that at that moment, he really thought about going to "do something" with the monk Yuanjue to get the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" of the Pure Land Sect, but when he thought about the next step, he found a huge problem.

Now it seems that he can't do it.

In the past, the two of them didn't do it, but they were probably doing it for others.

Yuanjue soon realized this, scratched his bald head, sighed, and said with regret:

"It's just not easy. Generally, the enemies of Buddhism don't have the Ksitigarbha Sutra, but it's a bit difficult to find someone who can practice this method and make a name for it. The Pure Land of Buddhism is open, and I'm fine as a monk, but you, Master Wei, may also become someone who only knows how to chant sutras and worship Buddha."

Yuanjue smacked his lips, a little regretful.

Wei Yuan thanked him, "It's okay. Now that I know this method, my trip is not in vain."

Yuan Jue smiled and said, "That's the best."

He pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "Come on, Master Wei, eat. I'll treat you today. Just order whatever you want."

"Don't be polite."

......

After eating and drinking for a while.

The monk touched his belly and scanned the code. The guy at the barbecue stall said politely, "Not enough."

Yuan Jue checked his account balance, turned his head to look at Wei Yuan, put his hands together, and said with a smile, "Excuse me, Master Wei, I'm short of money. I ate too much."

Wei Yuan laughed and took out his mobile phone to pay the bill himself. The monk raised his hand and pressed it on the phone, saying, "No, no, Master Wei, just ten yuan. Do you have cash?" Wei Yuan took out ten yuan and saw that the monk gave the money to the boss, and then settled the rest of the bill.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Returning to the table, Yuanjue was about to drink the remaining fruit beer. He smacked his lips with satisfaction, took out something from his arms, handed it to Wei Yuan, and said, "It's said that I'm treating you, but in the end you have to pay for it. This little thing is of no use to me, so just take it."

Wei Yuan took it casually, and realized something was wrong, and his expression changed slightly.

He spread out his five fingers, and there were two round things in his palms, emitting gentle Buddha nature, which were the relics.

Looking at Yuanjue, he said, "This is too precious..."

Yuanjue put his hands together and smiled, "Amitabha, Amitabha."

"It's just two broken stones, what's so precious about them? I have no use for this thing, and I feel tired of holding it. If it can still save people, it will be a great merit. If you can save sentient beings during your lifetime, and if you can still save people after death, it will be the best thing."

"This thing is the only value. If the relics are placed in a box and worshipped, it will be The stone is about to rot. Otherwise, according to my master, it should be thrown into a ravine to accompany the wild flowers in the mountains. After the flowers bloom, there is nothing gentle, but the fragrance is overwhelming and very comfortable. "

"It is more comfortable than the fragrance in the temple."

Wei Yuan clasped his five fingers together and put the two relics away. After thinking for a while, he unfolded the receipt and posted it on the table. He wrote a talisman on it with his fingers, and then handed the talisman to Yuanjue, saying: "In this case, then I will use this to exchange with you. "

He smiled and said, "I'm not a monk, and I'm not as open-minded as you. I still have to exchange one thing for another."

Yuanjue was surprised and looked at the talisman with the receipt and the white water painting. He exchanged it for two relics. He smiled and pointed at Wei Yuan and said casually:

"The relics are just like this receipt paper. They are just dust in the world. Ordinary people are obsessed with them. They are just additional things. Why should they be obsessed with them? Master Wei, you are well versed in the Buddha nature..."

Wei Yuan looked at the talisman that looked like a strange beast. The brushstrokes slowly faded away, and the fingers that drew the talisman were behind his back, so that the scattered light could not be seen by others. He smiled gently and said:

"I didn't say that."

But the monk just thought that he thought the relic was of the same value as the receipt, and there was nothing to be obsessed with. He put the receipt away and smiled: "Since it was drawn by you, Master Wei, then I will definitely keep it and never leave it."

It was only at this time that Wei Yuan saw that the monk was wearing a monk's robe and holding a fertilizer bag to salute.

He finally asked: "If the person and the story I mentioned are just made up by me, and there is no such person or such thing, if you just give me the relic so simply, won't you regret and worry?"

The monk put one hand on his chest and smiled:

"Then no matter what, I have saved that person."

He laughed a few times, turned around and left casually, then casually pushed out an old-fashioned golden phoenix bicycle, rode it with a creaking sound, and left humming a tune. Wei Yuan stared at him as he went away, sighed in his heart, gathered his thoughts, and thought about what to do next.

It is very difficult to get the method of Pure Land Buddhism.

Because the disciples of this school actually practice, they chant the name of Buddha, especially the name of Buddha, and there is a kind of auxiliary work called praise and offering. The monk only needs to concentrate on chanting the name of Amitabha Buddha, and never forget it, in order to be reborn in the Pure Land.

It is probably the kind that Zen Buddhism despises the most.

This lineage never joined the special operations group, and never let its disciples run around in the world, slaying demons and eliminating monsters.

Because they believe that this is called miscellaneous behavior.

The core of the Pure Land Method is to "abandon miscellaneous behavior and return to the right career". What is the right career?

Of course, it is to recite Amitabha Buddha wholeheartedly, thinking about going to the Pure Land in the next life.

It is because these people refused to go down the mountain that Yuanjue regretted that he could not go to the door to take them away.

However, if you really want to give Wu Yi a new path, you may not really follow the Pure Land Sect. It is just to confirm that Buddhism does have similar means. Wei Yuan still remembers that the remnants of his true spirit in the late Qin Dynasty were taken away by the Buddhist monks and became the so-called Dharma protectors.

Since they turned the remaining part of Wei Yuan's true spirit into a Dharma protector.

Then Wei Yuan can naturally get similar methods from it.

Get into the enemy's interior and then fleece yourself.

In other words, you need to take the Jade Dragon Pendant to the place where Sengjia arrived at the Huai River. The guards of the Black Ice Terrace broke the Overlord Spear there and threw the Jade Dragon Pendant into the Huai River. Sengjia arrived there, captured the Jade Dragon Spirit, and performed a self-directed and self-acted Sengjia subdued the Old Mother of Guishan Mountain, interrupting the sacrifice that originally belonged to Wuzhiqi.

If you go there with the Jade Dragon Pendant, there is a great possibility that you will recall some of the things that happened at that time.

Then you can get the Buddhist Dharma from it.

Wei Yuan calmed down his thoughts, picked up another bottle of cabin, rode the shared bicycle slowly in another direction.

......

On another road.

Yuanjue rode the bicycle slowly.

When passing by a bakery, he took out a few dimes from his trouser pocket and bought a loaf of bread that was about to expire.

Then he rode his bicycle to the roadside, looked up, stopped the car, and carried the shabby bag with the words "pesticides and fertilizers" on it. In the luxury cars that passed by, there were young men in suits and leather shoes, and slim women carrying limited edition brand bags, and they were surprised.

"Monk?"

"After all, monks can make a lot of money."

Yuanjue smiled and nodded as the car owner looked at him curiously, and walked in.

There was a sign at the service window, Hope Project Office.

In the window was a young woman who had just graduated from college and was dressed simply. Yuanjue put his bag on the ground, squatted down, took out a stack of cash from it, handed it over, and then found some damaged books in his big package, and said with a smile: "I have found a lot of books, and they can be repaired."

"Here, comic books, and some science fiction books, they should still be useful."

He handed everything over, wiped his hands, and wrote his name carefully.

Then he carried the empty bag, rode his bicycle, creaking through the bustling city, and finally stopped under the bridge. He frowned because there was a luxury car parked there and a man in monk's robes standing there: "Nephew, long time no see."

Yuanjue said: "You haven't been recognized by my sect, so don't try to make friends with me."

The wealthy man was a little embarrassed. He looked around the bridge, the straw mat, and the wild dogs around. He said in a serious tone: "Okay, but, Yuanjue, you are really living in this place. It is hard. I heard that you also work, don't you? "

Yuanjue said calmly: "Of course."

"Don't you get paid?"

"The boss provides food and money. I naturally spend every penny I earn. There is absolutely no waste."

"Where do you spend it?"

"Past, present, and future."

"Huh? What?"

"Spending it in the past means that I need to read and learn; spending it now means making friends, being open and calm… and the future."

"This is also cultivation."

How can spending money also be cultivation?

If so, then wouldn't the richest people have the highest cultivation?

The wealthy monk had no way to respond to this seemingly ambiguous wit, so he could only say awkwardly:

"I see that you are not wealthy anyway. How about the two relics? I will give you one million for just one. The price is negotiable. Those things are useful now, but after all, they have only been burned for a few years, so the price is..."

"Shut up!"

Yuanjue raised his eyebrows and scolded, "If it were you, even if you filled this bridge hole with money, I would never give you the relics. What's more, you are poor!"

"With a bright moon on one shoulder and a clean wind in two sleeves, I am very rich."

The wealthy monk was about to speak, but Yuanjue reached out and picked up a brick and said:

"Are you leaving or not?"

"If you don't leave, I'll smash your dog head!"

The wild dog whimpered, and Yuanjue nodded awkwardly, saying, "Don't worry, it's not yours."

"Ah? Do you think I scolded you?"

"No... I never thought of that."

Looking at the brick in Yuanjue's hand, the wealthy monk was about to persuade him again, but he saw Yuanjue's arm muscles bulging, as if he was about to throw the brick out at a speed faster than a missile at any time, so he had to leave in embarrassment. When Yuanjue let go of his hand, the brick had already turned into powder.

The monk was stunned and thought about what his uncle looked like when he was a child.

At that time, there were obviously many monks who were traveling with him.

But now, there are no monks who are traveling with him around him.

He laughed.

The monk sat cross-legged on a random straw mat, with his palms on his knees. Seeing the wild dogs' tails turning into whirlwinds and the cats circling ingratiatingly, he smiled complacently and said, "You don't know, today's bread is very good, soft and fluffy, and heated. Most importantly, I have just enough money left to buy it back."

He took out the bread he bought complacently, tore it off, and the wild dogs came up to him and licked it gently. After one dog took a bite, it would push it away to let the rest come up. The cat nestled in his arms, and the bird stood on his shoulder, pecking at his bald head gently, pecking, pecking, pecking, like knocking a wooden fish.

Yuanjue smiled at these creatures.

He sat on a broken straw mat, with all living beings in front of him, but when he raised his head, he could see the night and the starry sky through the gap, and the monk was distracted.

Poverty is not poverty, the world is mine.

It is great freedom.

Wealth and honor in this world are not wealth and honor, but a lock of fame, fortune and wealth. Where can you be at ease?

"Amitabha..."