Before Xu Ziling could reach the mountain gate, there was a monk outside the gate.

"I don't know that the cloud peaks have been entered by Jingmianyuan for several miles; there is no one in the ancient trees, where is the deep mountain bell? The sound of the spring is swallowed by the dangerous stones, the sun is cold and green pine; the thin curtain is filled with the sky, the lake is filled with the sacred dragon." Xu Ziling's eyes were no one in front of him, climbing up the steps like a blocking, while singing casually, he didn't look at the two monks who reached out to stop him from the mountain gate.

"Stay at a good time." An older monk from a clerk said: "This hospital has been closed to the hospital for several days and has not received any news about the world."

"I can't go in?" Xu Ziling said, "I heard it right? Is this a temple? Why do you have the attitude like the guard guard of the Manqingyuan, Luoyang? Do you want money? You have said it long ago!"

Xu Ziling slowly took out a handful of broken silver from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the ground with a little murmuring: "I don't believe that if you have money, you can't enter your brothel... If you have money, you can't enter your dilapidated temple!" Although Xu Ziling sprinkled the silver all over the floor, the two monks seemed to have seen nothing like blind people, but they still bowed together and looked like they were keeping others away.

"What's on the ground?" Xu Ziling asked, pointing at the silver on the ground.

"Silver." The older monk said lightly: "Daughter, please respect your silver. The treasure land of Buddhism."

"Can't there be silver in the treasure land of Buddhism?" Xu Ziling said in a strange way: "Dare you to say that your Jingnian Zen Temple has not received the incense and oil money tributed to you by the people? Do you dare say that none of you have received the silver from any one person? Is everything in it not built by the incense and oil money of the people? Is it transformed from the Buddhist supernatural powers of the two eminent monks?"

"Don't dare." The older monk, who was a monk, immediately proclaimed the Buddhist chant when he heard this: "The little monk built by Jingnian Zen Temple was the pious heart of the people of the world, just to guard the door and dare not speak nonsense."

"Since you can accept other people's incense and oil money," Xu Ziling said even more wonder: "Why can't you accept my incense and oil money? These on the earth are my feelings for you Jingnian Zen Temple. You not only do not thank me for my pious heart, but also look down on the master's profound and high-ranking Buddhist teachings and look down on the world without anything? Could it be that all living beings are not equal in the master's mind?"

"Don't dare." The older monk saw the younger monk who wanted to argue and quickly touched him with his hands. He then clasped his hands to Xu Ziling and said, "The little monk dares that we have no intention of despising the distinguished guests. If the distinguished guest blames the dear monk for apologizing to the distinguished guest."

"No need to apologize." Xu Ziling pointed to the silver on the ground and said, "But the master must at least accept my intentions. You must at least pick up my indulgence and oil money. If the master has enough heart and spirit, it doesn't matter." As soon as Xu Ziling said this, the younger monk's neck became thicker. If the older monk was not convinced that he would have taken action to teach Xu Ziling a lesson, he would have paused.

It’s not that he has seen the barbaric visitor, but the first person who is so unreasonable as Xu Ziling is.

"Thank you for the donor's indulgence and oil money." An old monk, who was all in his 60s, slowly walked out from inside and said to Xu Ziling: "The old monk Buchen has seen the little donor's little donor's heart and accepted it."

"Amitabha." The old monk bent down and picked up the scattered silver on the ground and handed it to the young monk. He then bowed to Xu Ziling and said, "The little donor has the intention to sculpt the Buddha's statue and the golden body, so he has accumulated virtue and good deeds. He has thanked the little donor on behalf of the whole temple."

"I've received the money." Xu Ziling smiled and said, "Don't you invite me in for a cup of vegetarian tea?"

"I have something to do in the hospital recently and need to be closed for several days." Buchen said respectfully and apologetically: "Now, I won't leave the little donor. The little donor will come to visit again in the future. Buchen will definitely present a cup of pure tea to the little donor to compensate for his apology today."

"I heard that the world is so great that there is no more precious Buddha nature." Xu Ziling changed the topic and said, "Master, please teach me?"

"As soon as the Buddha nature comes out, the worlds are shaken." Wuhen combined with the ten directions: "If a person can be lost in the world of evil and suffering, he knows that he will return to the other side of Nirvana and Nirvana to reach the Pure Land early, it is the only way for the world to liberation from suffering. The mind of cultivating Buddha is manifested entirely by Buddha nature. Although all things in the world have Buddha nature, they can truly emerge from Buddha nature. There is no one in thousands. If a person is confused by Buddha nature, his heart will be pious and supreme will shake the worlds in the ten directions! Wuhenhen Buddhism is shallow and dare not speak to guide the little donor. But I hope you can discuss Zen with the little donor."

"I have heard a Buddhist story." Xu Ziling smiled and said, "Do you want to listen to it too?"

"It's okay if you say everything in your mouth." Buchen nodded slightly to signal the two monks to come in to report. Even a fool, he understood that Xu Ziling was looking for trouble.

"A monk has an apprentice." Xu Ziling smiled and said, "This disciple has a lot of understanding but not enough concentration. Once, his master sent him out to deal with some secular affairs, but he was confused in the world, eating, drinking, gambling all day long and never returned."

"Sincere, sin." Buchen immediately showed a heartbroken expression as if the person was his apprentice.

"But one day," Xu Ziling said again: "This disciple suddenly remembered the master's previous teachings and rushed back to the temple to ask his master to forgive him. If you are his master, would you forgive him and accept him as his disciple?"

"Yes." Buchen nodded and said, "It's great that the prodigal son will not change the real gold without changing it."

"But" Xu Ziling shook his head and said, "If that disciple could not withstand the temptation of the world, he lost again, and he went up the mountain and returned to his previous life of eating, drinking, gamble, and forgetting the master and teachings on the mountain. Until one day, he was drunk and occasionally sobered up and remembered the master's previous lessons, he ran back. Master, would you forgive him again to accept him as his disciple?"

"No." Buheng said with a little pain: "How can a Buddhist practitioner who does not observe the precepts and repeatedly violates the precepts of sex and gambling? Besides, he has insufficient concentration and is confused and is now tempted by lust and demons many times. How can he truly correct his mistakes? If he has the intention to correct his mistakes, he may be a lay Buddhist or a good person in the world who is good at Buddha. But it is too far from following the precepts of the Buddha."

"Well." Xu Ziling nodded and said, "That monk also said like the master, he refused the request of the disciple who was obsessed with the world to return to his disciple. The disciple cried and begged again and again. Finally, he asked the monk what he wanted to do to prove that he had the intention to correct his mistakes and let the monk accept him as his disciple again. In order to refuse, the monk pointed at the cushion and the sandalwood table under him and said, "Unless the cushion and the sandalwood table bloom again, the disciple went down the mountain in despair and felt hopeless to return to Buddhism and finally jumped into the ravine and died."

"Sincerely, sinful," he said, "I sweated slightly on my forehead and hurriedly closed my eyes and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"This is not a sin." Xu Ziling smiled slightly and said, "The next day, the monk woke up and found that his cushion had pulled out the green branches again, and the sandalwood table had a table full of sandalwood flowers. But when he realized that his disciple had really changed his mind, he could never find that disciple. Master, today, should I refuse a place where I am confused and worshipped the Buddha in the mystery world?"

"Ah..." Buchen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Xu Ziling would tell such a lot of stories to teach him a lesson. The final purpose was to enter Jingnian Zen Temple.

However, the Buddhist story above suppressed him, even though he knew that Xu Ziling came with bad intentions, how could he refuse him to come in? As soon as he spoke, he would immediately turn into rejecting others' intentions to look for the Buddha. Does he also want to make a sandalwood table to bloom? This is not a joke. No one knows the truth or falseness of the human heart. If he refuses the Buddha nature that first appears, he will not only be compassionate behavior, it is simply a sin of going to hell. Don't anger him, how dare a person who practices Buddhism like devoutly dare to do such a traitorous behavior?

"The true source is no trace of the world." Xu Ziling said lightly without looking at the sweat on his forehead: "How can the legacy of the scriptures be familiar with the nature? I am calm and free from words and I am content with my heart."

"..." The older monk was shocked that he could not have thought that he was one of the four Vajra Guardians. His high-level Buddhist practice was even more profound than the master Kong, and his deepest Master Buchen, who also made the people sweat on his forehead.

"Since the master dislikes us and other worldly people, he said goodbye." Xu Ziling turned around and walked around and chanted: "The sunset enters the ancient temple and sets in the sun shines on the high forest; the winding paths lead to the secluded place. The flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep. The mountain lights please the birds in nature and the shadows of the pond are empty. All of them are silent, but the sounds of bells and chimes are heard."

"Please stay with the little donor." The body of Buchen, who had not yet walked more than ten steps, flashed in front of Xu Ziling. He clasped his body and said warmly: "How dare you stop him if you want to worship Buddha, Buchen? The little donor's writing artistic conception is profound. The realm in his heart is no more than that in the greedy world, the old monk believes in the little donor's character, please follow the old monk!"

"Does the people who enter your Jingmian Zen Temple have to be people with noble character?" Xu Ziling laughed and said, "It seems that you monks who are empty in all four elements seem to be empty enough. The Buddhist scriptures masters are more familiar with Buddhism and truth than me. Are they more knowledgeable about the mere worldly affairs masters still keeping them in mind and obsessed with them?"

"The old monk is dull." Buchen will never argue with Xu Ziling again at this time because he feels that he cannot compete with him even if he is above Buddhism, which he is best at.

"It is not terrible that Buddhism can break the mystery." Xu Ziling laughed and said, "But being obsessed with it is not the purpose of the monks."

"Chi." A very tall and majestic monk suddenly held a bowl-sized iron Zen stick in front of Xu Ziling and shouted in a loud voice like a lion's roar: "How can those who say that people are obsessed and unconscious know that they are not confused? How can they know that they are not obsessed with?"

"If you want to add a crime, there is no word." Xu Ziling dug his ears leisurely and finally smiled at the black monk, saying, "Although maybe that's your habit, I can hear it if you speak softly. What does it mean to block me with a Zen stick? Didn't you really do something like "An Zen to make poison dragon" as soon as I heard me?"

"The little monk is not greedy." A tall and thin monk said together: "I heard that the little donor and the senior brother Buchen are very happy to come and listen to the teachings."

"I dare not teach you." Xu Ziling laughed and said, "I heard the Dharma and asked my own mind and cultivated the purity of the ears and eyes without any greed. Master must understand better than me, who reads less Buddhist scriptures."

"If the donor doesn't come for the Heshi Bi." A younger monk couldn't help but use words to squeeze Xu Ziling and said, "Then the little monk immediately sprinkled water and swept the floor to welcome the donor into the inner room to serve tea."

"It's good to sprinkle water and sweep the floor without having to serve tea." Xu Ziling smiled and said, "I heard that there is another interesting thing about Buddhism. There is a teacher named Su Shi who wrote a good hand and wrote a good hand and wrote a good hand and wrote a good hand. Four towns and eight miles have some names. Once he went into a temple to shelter from the rain and saw him saying "sitting" and then ordered people to "tea"; after talking, he found out that he was profound in Buddhism and said "please sit" and ordered people to "tea"; and finally he heard that he was Mr. Su Shi and immediately said "please sit" and ordered people to "tea" and "tea" happily."
Chapter completed!