The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 47
Shenxiu thought hard about how to drag Daoran into the discussion.

Unlike other monks in Lingyin Temple, others felt that Shenxiu’s inner demons had been hooked out, and he was definitely not Daoran’s opponent in discussing the law. However, Shenxiu felt that she just didn’t figure it out last time, and then she came to a clear understanding after the master’s enlightenment , is no longer the original Shenxiu.

In addition, she has become a practitioner, and Shenxiu has a kind of self-confidence, feeling that her magic power is boundless, just like the Buddha.

Simply put, it is floating.

This is a must-pass test for mortals who have just stepped into the road of practice, except for Dao Ran.

When Daoran was transformed from a mortal to a practitioner after being taught for three days, it didn't feel like he was drifting at all.Because he knew very well that his master was an existence who could fight fifty-fifty with the Great Demon King.

What are you talking about, Fahai knocked you to death with a purple gold bowl.

But Shenxiu didn't have this kind of experience. He had just comprehended the Buddhist mantra from the statue of Arhat, and he felt that he was a person favored by the Buddha.

There is no one, two, three or four grades in this world, which make Shenxiu unable to accurately judge the gap between himself and Daoran, so I feel that he has an advantage.

Daoran sensed Shenxiu's thoughts, and also understood that other people also wanted him to have a peak duel with Shenxiu.But Daoran didn't want to cause trouble, he had already found the location of the abbot of Lingyin Temple, in the center of the third floor of the floating platform, with several old monks of Lingyin Temple.

The distance is not very far, but there are many people separated in the middle.

In Daoran's opinion, this Chan Master Daoji was quite like a monk, but he didn't feel anything extraordinary.

The aura of a practitioner cannot be concealed, unless one has become an immortal or a Buddha, and can control mana seamlessly, it is possible to pretend to be a mortal without leaking flaws.

The flawless golden body mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures is a realm that can only be achieved by cutting off all afflictions and attaining Bodhi.

Unless this Chan Master Daoji is an incarnation of a Bodhisattva, he is likely to be a mortal.

"I'm not a practitioner, and he manages Lingyin Temple like greed, anger, and ignorance. This Chan Master Daoji has no skills, right? Why does Fahai let me practice with him? Forget it, just send the letter."

Daoran had grown impatient listening to Shenxiu's debate with others, and when he found his target, he squeezed towards Zen Master Daoji's place.

Dao Ran's movement shocked the entire venue.

Even the one who was discussing the law with Shenxiu couldn't help but look at Daoran, for fear that he had said something wrong that made him act.

Although everyone knew that Daoran didn't have a sign, as long as he opened his mouth and each of the monks who had been favored just now gave one, it was enough for Daoran to talk until dark.

Could it be that Master Daoran couldn't bear it at last?
Daoran really couldn't help but speak, but what he said was: "Amitabha, please excuse me."

The great monk in front of Daoran had already held the sign in his hand, and was about to hand it over, when he heard this, he was stunned.

Why, this position is not easy to talk about, so I want to change to an upper position?
Daoran walked a few steps, and said to the person in front of him, "Amitabha, please excuse me."

There was a speechless scene at the law conference. Hundreds of bald people watched Daoran silently, watching him walk forward in the crowd, forgetting about the business.

Shenxiu frowned, not understanding what this demon monk was going to do to confuse people.

Daoran didn't care so much, he went all the way to the goal, took some time, and finally walked more than half of it.

At this time, everyone understood that Daoran was heading for the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

This wave, could it be that the king is captured first when the thief is captured?
Shenxiu couldn't help clenching her fists, what is this demon monk going to do to Master? !

The abbot of Lingyin Temple still looked calm and calm, but no one knew that the palm of his hand holding the rosary was already sweating.

"It's over, it's over, why did he come towards me? Did he find out that I was a fake?"

Thanks to Zen Master Daoji, who has been acting conscientiously for several years, and has experienced many similar scenes, this failed scholar can still maintain his superficial composure.

But if there is another accident, it will be hard to say.

Others didn't notice this kind of performance, but they couldn't hide it.

"What's the matter, ordinary people are fine, this Zen master Daoji is still trembling?" Daoran felt that the situation was not normal.

Just when Daoran was about to speak, the monk Shenxiu on the high platform in the center of the floating platform finally couldn't help it, and said loudly to Daoran: "Master Daoran, please stay!"

No matter what, he must not be allowed to move forward.

Daoran turned his head, looked at the high platform, and said strangely: "Amitabha, what advice does Senior Brother Shenxiu have for you?"

Shenxiu was completely confused by this straightforward response, you are all heading towards my master, what do you want to teach me? !
From Shenxiu's point of view, a demon monk who relied on spells to confuse the people would definitely try to get rid of Lingyin Temple, so that no one could compete with him in Hangzhou City.

This Fa Discussion Conference did not come to the stage to discuss the Fa, but went directly to the abbot of Lingyin Temple, showing his uneasiness and good intentions, and now he still looks innocent.

How can this person be so shameless? !
Shenxiu took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said to Daoran: "Master Daoran, you are a holy monk praised by everyone in Hangzhou, why didn't you say a word at the Dharma conference? Don't we deserve to argue with the master? Is it the law?"

These words are quite heartbreaking, this is to provoke the relationship between Dao Ran and other monks.

Daoran clasped his hands together, and said calmly: "Amitabha, because the monk doesn't have a signature, the monk is a guest from afar, how can a guest break the master's rules?"

The answer was so flawless that no one present could make sense of it.

You can't speak if you lose your signature, the rules are set by your Lingyin Temple.

Shenxiu clenched her fists again, she couldn't help feeling a little bit of resentment in her heart, she could only blame those senior uncles for taking unnecessary actions, and now they are throwing stones at her own feet instead.

Shenxiu suppressed this thought, and continued: "It's okay, Master Daoran, you gave your signature to someone else. I believe you will make an exception for such a generous act, and everyone will not be dissatisfied. No, not only will you not Dissatisfied, I believe you are still looking forward to Master Daoran, you can give us some guidance."

As long as Daoran is able to fight, Shenxiu is confident that he can defeat him, and if this monstrous monk is ashamed to admit defeat in front of everyone, then his demagogic methods will naturally be defeated.

Dao Ran looked around, and the monks who participated in the Fa Discussion Conference seemed to have no objection to this statement.

One is that he is grateful and feels that such a generous person as Dao Ran should not be restricted by his signature, and the other is that he has a mentality of watching the excitement in his heart, hoping that Dao Ran can have a discussion with Shenxiu to see who is superior.

Daoran took a panoramic view of all these, sighed and said, "In that case, I'll ask Brother Shenxiu a few questions."

Shenxiu's expression suddenly became serious, she concentrated all her energy, and said to Daoran: "Master Daoran, please come up with a question."

Dao Ran pointed to a bronze mirror on the high platform, which was used for decoration in the venue, Dao Ran pointed to the bronze mirror and asked, "Excuse me, Senior Brother Shenxiu, no matter what you put in front of this mirror, it can be reflected, and then no?"

"Of course." Shenxiu replied immediately.

Daoran asked again: "After moving things away, is there an afterimage on the mirror?"

"No... the poor monk understands, this is the meaning of what comes, and the past will not be left behind. Master Daoran is indeed profound in Buddhism." Shenxiu replied confidently.

After hearing this, all the monks suddenly realized.

Such a small mirror actually contains this kind of Zen. Listening to the two of them answering each other, I really benefited a lot.

Monk Daoran asked questions cleverly, and Monk Shenxiu answered quickly, they were really matched.

Daoran didn't care about Shenxiu's rush to answer, but continued to ask: "If Zen Master Daoji, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, stands in front of the mirror, will the mirror reflect him more clearly because he is a great virtuous monk?"

"will not."

Shenxiu still answered in seconds, but after he finished speaking, he frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Sure enough, Daoran went on to say: "Brother is right, the bronze mirror will not be cleared by the virtuous monks looking into the mirror, nor will it be blurred by the beggars looking in the mirror. I don't like living with saints, and I don't like living with ordinary people." Worry, this is the principle that the sage does not increase, and the mortal does not decrease. Senior brother Shenxiu, do you know your mistake?"

Shenxiu was silent for a moment, put his palms together and said, "I've been taught."

Some of the monks didn't understand, but soon, Shenxiu said with shame: "A mirror can still treat people equally. In order to force you to discuss the Dharma with me, the poor monk used your special status as an excuse to actively destroy the Dharma discussion." The rules of the meeting. It is the poor monk's fault to behave like this."

After hearing this, all the monks came to their senses, and remembered what they said just now, one by one showed ashamed expressions, and then said to Daoran in unison: "Amitabha, poor monks are taught."

Daoran saluted back, then turned around and walked towards the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

This time, no one should stop me anymore.

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ps: This paragraph is an adaptation of the story in "Zen Koan". Xiao Pujie must not have the ability to create such a compelling dialogue, so [-]% of the similar answers in the following are taken from various Buddhist scriptures Yes, let me explain first.

And I couldn't help complaining, there are [-] words, and there are no collections of [-]. Is this book really so bad?If this continues and you can't get full attendance, then you really don't know what to do.

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