Zhenguan twenty-one years of spring
At the age of seven, he returned home from the county school and saw an old monk sitting in the hall.
The monk asked if he could follow him out of the house, and I saw that he was kind and kind-eyed, and his appearance was majestic, and he was inexplicably happy, and gladly agreed. Later, with the promise of his parents, the county government reported to him and followed him to Zhongnan Mountain.
The monk taught me to read and read the scriptures every day, and to recite the Buddha by name, but my mouth was dry and I felt very bored, so I asked:
"Master, what is the use of chanting the Buddha?"
The monk did not say a word, took the empty bowl and placed it on the table, saying, "This bowl is hollow, for example, Ru Xin, the original self-clear." ”
Take a jujube, put it in, and ask, "How?" ”
I said, "Happy." ”
The monk picked up the jujube and ate it while looking at me and said, "How?" ”
I know: "Sad"
The monk fu threw in a green fruit and said, "Ru Shi Zhi! ”
I was overjoyed, and I was about to take it, when the monk spat out a mouthful of phlegm and quenched it into the bowl, saying, "What if?" ”
I was furious.
The monk laughed and said, "Ru is like this, weak and weak, sticking to likes and dislikes, accepting everything, mixing sorrow and joy, never having a peaceful day, how pitiful!" ”
I was puzzled, and I said, "What does it have to do with chanting the Buddha?" ”
The monk washes the dishes and fills them with white rice. Take the jujube and throw it into the bowl and ask, "Can you enter?" ”
I replied: "No"
"Why?"
"Rice in the bowl"
"Of course! The same is true of the recitation of the Buddha, in the middle of the second and sixth hours, one heart praises the buddha's name, dense and dense, impenetrable in wind and rain, and profound kung fu, such as the Vajrapani protective body! Not rejoicing in things, not taking pleasure in oneself, always in purity, natural troubles nowhere arise. ”
I didn't think so, but I didn't dare to disobey it, and I kept chanting the Buddha day after day.
June 5, the summer of the twenty-second year of Zhenguan
In the afternoon, he and the monk carried water to pour vegetables, and at dusk hid in the attic to read the "Zhongben Qijing", and for a while he was fascinated, and he was unconscious when it was dark. I only saw the words and could not bear to let go.
When I overheard the monk calling me, I was stunned, and it was pitch black all around, and I looked at the scriptures again, and I didn't argue the handwriting.
Strange, asked the monk, the monk smiled: "Children nonsense, rest assured to read the Buddha!" ”
Zhenguan 23 July 15
In the morning, the monk summoned me into the room, looked very calm, tied a bag of fruit on my back, ordered me to go home to visit my parents, and told me not to return for three days.
I did not understand, but the monk did not say, repeatedly telling the day of the return trip.
Just out of the mountain gate, the dark clouds were thick, looking back at the monk, standing in the dark, waving his hand to urge me to go fast.
At the foot of the mountain, the rainstorm was like a note, I hurriedly hid in the forest to avoid the rain, overheard the sound of hissing, followed the sound, and found that there were two white foxes in the grass, one large and one small, resembling mother and son. A trapper clamped the big fox's hind legs, bloodstained, and the little fox snuggled up to the big fox and whimpered.
I took pity on him and tried my best to be relieved, but the two foxes turned back frequently and fell into the mountains and forests.
Three days later, I missed the monk and returned early. When the monk saw this, he suddenly lost his voice: "Does the child survive?" Zenza Zenza! ”
I was astonished: "Master knows that I will die when I go?" ”
The monk said, "I learned by divination that Ru Yu lived three days and mourned, so I ordered Ru to return quickly to thank my parents." It is very gratifying to have returned safely. Is there anything unusual about the way home? ”
I pondered for a long time, remembered the white fox, and said to him to listen.
The monk was overjoyed. "Cause and effect are true, Amitabha!"
Puzzled, I asked the monk, "Since the cause and effect are not false, why should I die and be reborn?" ”
The monk said, "There will be a definite number of causes and conditions; if the causes and conditions change, the results will be different; this is the cause and effect!" If we cling to the principle of death, won't we mislead sentient beings? What is the point of monasticism? So-called: but do good deeds, do not ask about the future! If you meditate on the Buddha, you will return to bliss! This is true cause and effect! ”
I know: "Isn't the world happy, why do you want to go to Bliss?" ”
The monk's eyes widened, "Ridiculous! Maggots are born in the urine and are bustling all the time! What do you think? ”
Me: "Not good"
"Heaven and man in the long sky, flowers and wine every day, singing and dancing!" What do you think? ”
I: "Wonderful"
Monk: "There is reincarnation in the Heavenly Dao, and good and evil must be repaid in the end." Maggots will become heavenly people when they are exhausted, and maggots will fall when they are blessed, if they are reciprocating, the most is the loss and pain, what do you think? ”
Me: "Bitter! ”
Monk: "Oh! Knowing that it is suffering, do not covet the joy of the moment, grasp the practice of the Buddha, get rid of the suffering of the six reincarnations as soon as possible, and forever ascend to the pure land of bliss and non-retreat, which is the true color of a boy! ”
Me: "Where is Bliss?" ”
The monk laughed loudly, and with his fingers, circled all over the heavens and the earth, mountains and rivers, and said:
"If there is a pure land in the heart, there is nothing but bliss; if there is evil thoughts in the heart, there is no hell!"
I seem to have realized something.
Zhenguan twenty-three years late autumn
With the monk retrieved the beans in the field, struck them with wooden sticks, and coarsely sifted out two buckets and three liters.
The monk ordered me to pick up beans, instructed me not to waste my homework, and to pick up a grain and recite "Amitabha Buddha."
I acted with honor, my heart was the same, and for a long time I gradually entered a better state, and suddenly I saw the beans rising and falling with my fingers, flying from one luo to falling into another luo, like a living creature, like divine help. I can't tell if I'm a bean or a bean is me.
Suddenly overjoyed, he couldn't help but shout, "Hurry! ”
A word arises, the Buddha trumpet is interrupted, and everything returns to its original state, as if it were a dream.