Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 43 Old Monk with White Eyebrows, Zen Master Yulin!
Just then.

In the depths of the temple, the morning bell rang.

The sound of the bell is solemn and distant, and the mountains and fields are shaken.

Shortly after.

Hearing the sound of babbling, the gate of the temple suddenly opened.

A little novice monk came out of the door, came to Bodhidharma, looked Bodhidharma up and down, and bowed together.

"The name of the master, but Bodhidharma?"

"Not bad!"

Dharma nodded.

There was a look of surprise on his face.

Before he knocked on the door and gave his name, the little novice had already recognized him.

It was as if he knew he was coming at this time.

"Abbot of our temple, I have been waiting for a long time, please let the master come to the abbot for a talk!"

The little novice said again.

"It turned out to be Zen Master Yulin!"

Bodhidharma suddenly realized, "It seems that my elder brother's cultivation level is not low!"

Followed by.

The little novice led Bodhidharma into the monastery.

However, quite strangely, the entire temple seemed a little cold and empty.

The monks I met along the way were only three or two.

Compared with the Landa Temple, it is simply not worthy of the name.

You know, Xiniu Hezhou is a Buddhist site, even if it is a small temple, it is still full of incense and monks gather.

What's more, Bujin Temple is so famous that it is even recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

There should never have been such signs of desolation and decay.

Moreover, the ground is not covered with gold bricks as rumored.

Don't talk about gold bricks.

Not even half a grain of broken gold dross can be seen.

"Can Buddhist scriptures also deceive people?"

Dharma shook his head.

between the lines.

Suddenly, not far from the road, under the Bodhi tree, an old monk with white eyebrows was sitting cross-legged.

Meditate in meditation, shrouded in Buddha light.

In front of the old monk, a golden Buddha, no more than a foot high, was placed upright.

"what?"

Dharma was slightly surprised.

"This old monk's cultivation is probably close to that of a human arhat!"

Moreover, that golden Buddha also contains a powerful power of Buddhism.

"Is it a monk from Bujin Temple?"

I just wanted to ask the little monk.

The two had come to the door of a monastery.

"Master, wait a moment, let the disciples inform the presiding Zen master!"

"It's work!"

The little novice came forward, knocked on the door lightly, with a respectful expression, "Master, Master Bodhidharma is here!"

"come in!"

A slightly old but peaceful voice slowly came from the room.

There is no doubt that this person is Zen Master Yulin, the abbot of Bujin Temple.

The little novice pushed the door open.

"Yixiu, pack up your clothes too, and leave Bujin Temple now!"

Zen Master Yulin said.

"Host..."

"Needless to say, let's go!"

There were tears in the corners of the little monk's eyes, he was reluctant to let go, but he didn't dare to disobey the abbot's will.

"Yes!"

Inside the door of the jingshe, he bowed respectfully.

This turned to leave.

Watching the little novice walk away gradually, Bodhidharma was surprised and entered the abode.

In the abbot of the jingshe.

An old monk of the Qing Dynasty, dressed in white Buddhist robes and holding Buddhist relic beads, sat cross-legged on the futon.

The auspicious light is looming all over the body, the face is full of smiles, the breath is calm like an ancient well without waves, and the figure is dignified like Mount Tai.

"Bodhidharma met Senior Brother Yulin!"

Dharma clasped his hands in salute.

"Amitabha!"

Zen Master Yulin opened his eyes and stared at Bodhidharma sharply.

His gaze was like lightning, and with a bang, it went straight to the depths of Bodhidharma's heart.

A majestic and unparalleled majesty of Buddhism, like a hundred thousand mountains, crushed towards Bodhidharma.

however.

Bodhidharma didn't change his face, and didn't move a muscle.

The supreme coercion released by Zen Master Yulin is like a small grain of sand falling into the vast ocean without any disturbance.

"This son is really extraordinary!"

In the depths of his eyes, there flashed a look of joy and appreciation.

In an instant.

The supreme coercion disappeared immediately.

Zen Master Yulin immediately withdrew his gaze, looked at Bodhidharma, smiled and nodded.

"I heard that Master passed on a lamp to you before Nirvana. I was puzzled at first, but when I saw you today, I realized that my brother is worthy of Master's initiation!"

As the great disciple of Chan Master Kongxiang, Chan Master Yulin's Buddhist foundation and understanding are beyond doubt.

Although this is the case, he failed to get the initiation of Zen Master Kongxiang.

Bodhidharma's introduction is short, but he is more favored by the master.

Fortunately, Zen Master Yulin has already discovered the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, and he will not be worried about it.

It's just that I'm a little curious about this little junior who has never seen his face before.

This will be a test.

In the end, Bodhidharma's performance did not disappoint him.

"At such a young age, my cultivation is already so advanced, I am ashamed of myself!"

Zen Master Yulin was full of praise, "Given time, if the merits and virtues are complete, you will surely be able to prove the true Buddha of Sumeru!"

"Senior brother Yulin is absurd!"

Dharma said humbly.

"I heard that the younger brother wants to go to the Southern Bubu Continent to save all living beings?"

"Not bad!"

"Excellent, excellent, if this trip can be accomplished, the merit will be immeasurable!"

As we all know, Nanfangbuzhou is a Taoist territory.

The Buddhist forces want to intervene, how can it be difficult to describe it.

Coupled with the fact that a Buddhist monk once fell here, the lessons learned from the past are particularly tragic and even more daunting.

However, it was a time when the five demons were in trouble, and the Taoism was loose, but there were also Buddhist disciples who took advantage of the emptiness to enter.

It's a pity that these Buddhist disciples are too eager for quick success, and I'm afraid they have already deviated from the original meaning of Buddhism.

"Brother Yulin, Bodhidharma's visit this time, there is another matter, please advise!"

Bodhidharma cut straight to the point and went straight to the point.

"What's the matter? But it doesn't matter!"

Bodhidharma took out something from the mustard purse, held it with both hands, and presented it to Zen Master Yulin.

"Baye Zen Sutra?!"

Zen Master Yulin got up in a panic.

With respect to the Buddha, hold the Dharma seal and kneel three times around.

Only then did he sit back to his original place tremblingly.

"Master actually passed on the Bayeux Meditation Sutra to the younger brother?"

Zen Master Yulin was quite surprised.

When he was young, he had seen the Beiye Tibetan scriptures in the Landa Temple several times.

But unfortunately.

The eminent monks of the Landa Temple, including Zen Master Kongxiang, failed to break the seal of the spell on the box.

Therefore, no one knows what this Bayeux Chan Sutra is.

All the disciples who came from Landa Monastery would regard this as a lifelong regret.

Zen Master Yulin is no exception.

You must know that the Bayeux Zen Sutra is the original scripture written by the ancient Buddha himself.

The Buddhist classics circulated in later generations are all copied from the Bayeux Zen Sutra, and there are inevitably some discrepancies.

Even deviant, contrary to the original meaning.

"This scripture box is sealed by the Daoist mantra. Master wants me to take it to Nanfang Buzhou and find someone to undo the mantra!"

Seeing the surprised look on Zen Master Yulin's face, Bodhidharma explained.

"It is true that my Buddhist scriptures have been sealed by Taoist spells, which is particularly puzzling!"

Zen Master Yulin nodded.

"To be honest, I have unlocked the seal!"

Hearing this, Zen Master Yulin was taken aback, "What?!"

Don't wait for him to come back to his senses.

But seeing Bodhidharma's right hand pointing parallel to each other, he swipe lightly in the air.

Suddenly, the golden light skyrocketed and filled the small room.

Wisps of mana poured into the box.

The Taoist talisman on the box floats up in the air, and turns into the shapes of Yin and Yang, Eight Diagrams, and Nine Palaces, which are complicated and mysterious, and constantly evolve.

Between moments.

The golden talisman eventually took the shape of a key.

"Crack!"

With a soft sound, the box opened automatically.

(End of this chapter)