I really don't want to be a teacher

Seeing the changes in the teacup, the old monk Jian Xing slowly raised his hands and clasped them together. After a long time, he just recited a sentence:

"Amitabha……"

……

"Zen Master Jianxing, Monk Fakong, get up." Lian Ge withdrew his gaze and looked at the two of them.

"The benefactor is merciful, and the benefactor Xie Lian is gracious to show the wonderful method." The old monk Jianxing said again,

Hearing this, Lian Ge shook his head,

"Get up."

Hearing this, the old monk Jianxing and Fakong got up from the ground one after another,

The old monk Jian Xing picked up the teacup on the stone slab, paused for a moment, then turned to look at Fakong,

"Fakong, let's go cook, old monk, let me talk to Benefactor Lian for a while."

Hearing this, Fakong nodded,

"Yes, Master."

After the voice fell, Fakong turned and left.

The old monk Jianxing watched Fakong disappear after realizing it, and turned his head again.

Holding the teacup in his hand, the old monk Jianxing took a sip,

"Benefactor Lian, please sit down, the poor monk made things difficult for the benefactor just now." Seeing the old monk Xing talking, he sat down on the stone slab again.

Lian Ge also sat down on the stone slab under the tree.

……

Under the tree, after a moment of silence,

Lian Ge turned his gaze again, looking at the old monk Jian Xing,

"Zen Master Jianxing, I have an unfeeling request. I wonder if you can show me the cultivation method of your monastery." Lian Ge asked calmly.

"There is nothing impossible." The old monk Jianxing shook his head, "The practice method passed down from generation to generation in the small temple is just a sentence. It happens to be able to use the great wisdom of the benefactor Lian to enlighten the poor monk."

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded, did not speak, and waited for what the old monk Jianxing would say.

After the old monk Jianxing paused, he continued,

"This sentence is—'All living beings have Buddha nature, they can see their nature, and they can become Buddhas by seeing their nature'"

Hearing this, Lian Ge paused, his eyes slightly dimmed,

"I don't know if the benefactor has received anything?" The old monk Jian Xing turned his gaze and asked Lian Ge.

Hearing this, Lian Ge shook his head slightly, but did not speak.

"Apart from this sentence, there are only some Buddhist scriptures passed down from generation to generation in this small temple." The old monk Jian Xing continued.

"Is it convenient to see?"

"It's nothing inconvenient or inconvenient." The old monk Jian Xing stood up again while talking, "It's just some ordinary Buddhist scriptures, which are placed next to the main hall. If benefactor Lian needs to read it, just read it."

Lian Ge then stood up again, nodded,

"It's troublesome."

Hearing this, the old monk Jianxing shook his head,

"Benefactor Lian, please..."

While talking, the old monk Jian Xing led the way for Lian Ge at the front.

Lian Ge then walked towards the main hall of Jianxing Temple.

……

Stepping through the gate of the main hall, some simple furnishings in the hall are clearly presented in front of your eyes.

Facing the gate of the temple is a stone statue of Tathagata, and on both sides of the statue of Tathagata, there are other statues of Buddha.

After glancing at the Buddha statues, Lian Ge looked at the two sides of the main hall. On both sides of the main hall, there were rows of bookshelves, and some books were neatly placed on the bookshelves.

"Benefactor Lian, these bookshelves on both sides are the ancient Buddhist scriptures passed down from generation to generation in the small temple. If you need to read them, please do so yourself."

The old monk Jian Xing walked to one side of the bookshelf and said to Lian Ge.

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded and also walked towards the bookshelf.

……

Glancing at the ancient Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf, and seeing the vicissitudes of life on them, Lian Ge paused slightly.

Stretching out his hand, Lian Ge casually took out a scripture that was closest to him,

Holding it in his hand and looking at it, the paper of the scriptures has turned yellow. Although it has been well maintained, there are still some slight curls at the corners of the book.

Glancing at the title of the scripture engraved on its cover - "Diamond Sutra", Lian Ge took it in his hand and opened a page casually,

"Whoa..."

After years, the paper of the scriptures has become a little fragile, and Lian Ge flipped it lightly.

As the old monk Jianxing said, the scriptures are indeed ordinary scriptures, and the scriptures are no different from ordinary scriptures.

But on it, in the blank space between the lines, the annotations left by the monks of Jianxing Temple from generation to generation make this scripture unusual.

That is the understanding of Buddhism and Taoism of monks from generation to generation. Perhaps ordinary monks can only better understand the role of scriptures and the role of cultivating spirituality.

For Lian Ge, it is like a discussion that spans time and space. Although the ways are different, they can be understood by analogy.

"What is the law? What is the way..."

Flipping through the notes next to the scriptures, Lian Ge seemed to be talking about the Dharma with eminent monks.

"Zen Master Jianxing, can I read all the scriptures here?"

"It's fine for the donor to do as he pleases."

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked at the old monk Xing,

Without saying anything, Lian Ge took a few scriptures from the bookshelf again, spread them out, and sat down on the floor.

"What is good and what is evil..."

Flipping through the pages, Lian Ge listened to the perceptions and doubts of the scriptures from the monks of Jianxing Temple from generation to generation, and also questioned his own understanding of the Tao, and discussed the Tao and the Dharma with the monks of the Jianxing Temple from generation to generation.

Chapter 148

Jianxing Temple, inside the main hall.

The old monk Jian Xing stood quietly aside.

Lian Ge sat on the ground, continuously flipping through the ancient scriptures of Jianxing Temple, and at the same time opened the elementary state of enlightenment.

Or refute, or agree, or contemplate.

Lian Ge stared at the annotation between the lines, as if discussing the Tao with a group of eminent Buddhist monks, verifying his own ideas, absorbing their understanding of the Tao, and at the same time peeling off the dross.

"What is Buddha? What is Tao?"

"wrong……"

"Wow...wow."

Taking advantage of the state of enlightenment, Lian Ge quickly flipped through the annotations in the scriptures one by one, completing this time-spanning discussion.

Gradually, Lian Ge became more and more immersed in it, and various insights continued to grow from the bottom of his heart as the scriptures were turned over.

……

"Master, food..."

Monk Fakong, who had prepared the meals, walked into the main hall, but was stopped by the old monk Jianxing as soon as he made a sound.

Seeing this, Fakong also fell silent for a moment, and stood quietly beside his master, waiting quietly.

Although Lian Ge, who was immersed in enlightenment and discussion, noticed this scene, he ignored it. He got up again and took a few scriptures from the shelf, and continued to look down.

……

In this way, time passed quietly while Lian Ge was immersed in enlightenment.

From noon to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening.

Lian Ge either stood beside the bookshelf, or sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through the scriptures on the bookshelf.

From the inner side of the bookshelves to the side near the temple door, from the left bookshelf to the right bookshelf, the number of unread scriptures decreased one by one.

……

Suddenly, when Lian Ge picked up a scripture as before, he suddenly found that the scripture in his hand was blank, without any writing.

"Wow...wow."

After flipping through it a few times, after confirming that the handwriting could not be seen, Lian Ge put it to the side, temporarily put it aside, and continued the discussion.

……

Finally, when the setting sun sinks into the horizon, the afterglow is about to dissipate, and the night begins to fall,

In the hall that also began to darken,

Lian Ge flipped through the last commentary of the last scripture and put down the book.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lian Ge slightly closed his eyes, digesting the feelings of this 'discussion'.

……

After another long time, Lian Ge opened his eyes again.

"Can benefactor Lian gain something?" the old monk Jian Xing asked with a smile on the side.

Standing up again from the ground, Lian Ge looked at the old monk Jian Xing, and also smiled,

"Achieve a lot."

Although the increase in mana is not much, but the understanding and perception of Tao has increased by more than one step.

After all, this is the accumulation of hundreds of thousands of years and dozens of generations of Jianxing Temple.

"Thank you, Zen Master Jianxing, for your willingness to open the door of convenience and allow me to understand the scriptures of your temple." Lian Ge looked at the old monk Jianxing, paused,

"I don't like to owe others either. If you want something from Zen Master Jianxing, you can say it."

Hearing this, the old monk Jian Xing looked at Lian Ge with some hesitation in his eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Lian Ge was not in a hurry, he put back the last few scriptures in his hand and waited quietly.

When Lian Ge put all the scriptures back and looked at the old monk Jianxing, the old monk finally spoke again,

"It is the good fruit of the small temple to be able to help the benefactor Lian. The words on the scriptures will not disappear just because the benefactor Lian reads them. The poor monk has nothing to ask for." The old monk Jianxing shook his head and said, the hesitation in his eyes dissipated , the whole person seems to be much more relaxed.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk Xing, paused slightly,

Withdrawing his gaze, Lian Ge conveniently pulled out the wordless book that he found while flipping through the bookshelf.

"Zen Master Jianxing, isn't this book originally from your monastery?"

Lian Ge asked calmly while holding a wordless book.

Hearing this, the old monk Jian Xing glanced at the wordless book, shook his head,

"To tell the truth to the benefactor, this wordless book was purchased by the poor monk from an antique vendor when he traveled down the mountain more than [-] years ago."

As the old monk Jianxing said, he seemed to be lost in memory,

"At that time, the poor monk's spirit was born, and it was the time when he was in high spirits. When he was traveling, he saw this book at an antique stall in an antique street. The vendor brought it to the corner of the stall. The poor monk saw this book. Suddenly, there was a dark omen, and the poor monk thought that this was a warning from the spirit, so he bought it for three yuan.

In the following years, the poor monk looked at it countless times, but found nothing. When the spirit was full, he once pinned the hope of breeding mana on it, but no matter how the poor monk tried, it was always like this, empty. Character. "

As he spoke, the old monk Jian Xing looked at Lian Ge again, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes,

"Benefactor Lian, can you...can you see something?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked at the old monk Xing, then looked down at the open wordless book, shook his head,