Nightfall

& gt; Volume III Eventful Autumn Chapter VIII: Go to Buddha, OK?

The key to Ning Que ’s questioning is not the heavenly book—the Mingzi scroll has been in the academy, and the Master has to read it at any time—but it is in the seven volumes, knowing that when Lian Sheng was invited to the conservative watch, he also read two volumes of heavenly books. country. He is really hard to imagine. Someone in the world has read seven books of heaven.

So when he heard the teacher ’s right answer, he was shocked and speechless. He thought that even if you are the most amazing person in the world, the relationship between Daomen and the academy is so bad. Lend it to you?

The Confucius knew what he was thinking and said, "I like reading books. I especially wanted to read the contents of the heavenly books. I can't say that those priests didn't read it, so they didn't read it."

Ning Que understood the meaning hidden in the teacher's sentence, took a breath, and said, "Did you break into Zhishouguan and forcibly read the seven volumes of heavenly books? How is this different from a robber?"

The Confucius was a little embarrassed and said, "Books are the inheritance of knowledge. You shouldn't hide the mountains and hide them from others. What can you do about reading?"

In the eyes of the world, the seven volumes of heavenly books, in the eyes of the academy, especially in the eyes of their teachers, do not seem to be much different from ordinary books. Since you really want to see it, you must see it-thinking of this fact, Ning Que was shocked and was very proud.

Being a Tang man is something to be proud of, especially as a disciple of the academy. The prestige that Uncle Master left in the world, the wind and rain that the brothers and sisters occasionally set off in the red dust, especially those unfamiliar things on the Master, formed a very special atmosphere, no matter how shy you are After a long time in the atmosphere of the academy, they will eventually become proud without knowing it.

What's more, Ning Que has never been a shy person. He wondered, and then he remembered the question he wanted to ask: "What is the Buddha's message on the Mingzi scroll?"

The Master said: "I said, when can you read that book, naturally you will understand."

Ning Que remembered that he had read the volume of the Ming Dynasty script, thinking of the obscure, nearly babbling words, and the rotation of the sun and the moon in the volume of the heavenly script. What exactly is that prophecy, but in his current state, where can I understand it?

No matter the backyard or the front yard, the learning atmosphere is free and casual, as the so-called shameless questioning, Ningque naturally asks shamelessly, and directly said: "Teacher, I really can't understand."

The Master sighed and said, "Actually, I don't understand."

Ning Que looked at the teacher's slightly fluttering white eyebrows, and was very helpless. He wondered how there might be words you can't understand in this world. You are not an ordinary person.

"When the law enters the end, the night is coming and the moon is now."

Confucius looked at the starry sky over the cliff and said, "The previous sentence naturally refers to the time of the last dharma that Buddha Sect said, and night is the invasion of the underworld, but what is the moon? It ’s a revolving thing. You said a few words last night tonight, but who has seen it? ”

He turned his head to look at Ning Que and said, "The reason why I didn't understand it was because it was a prophecy. I said earlier, if the prophecy is useful, what are we going to do alive? Since we will live according to our own wishes, then the prophecy will be It may not become reality. Since it may not become reality, it may never appear in our world. Since it never appears, how can we understand? "

This passage was a little bit mouthful, but Ning Que heard it very clearly. He probably understood the teacher's attitude towards the Mingzi scroll. After a moment of thinking, he asked: "Since the Buddhist prophecy is not important, why should the disciples go to the Lanke Temple?" "

The Master asked back: "What is the most famous of Lanke Temple?"

"Should I be a monk?"

Ning Que thought like this in his heart, but knew that if he said this answer, he would definitely be scolded by the teacher. Suddenly he recalled the rumors before Prince Longqing entered Changan, thinking about the life of Master Liansheng. An important node, some were not sure and asked, "Is it ... arguing?"

He had answered seriously and carefully enough, but he did not expect that this answer still made the Master extremely dissatisfied.

The Master said annoyed: "You said I came and I said you, that's a child who loves and loves, a group of practitioners who are not doing what they do, they are there to talk about the wrong world, and used to fool those scholars who are good myths. It ’s strange that the young monks of Liansheng and Lanke Temple caused this bad atmosphere. "

Ning Que asked: "What is the most famous Na Na Ke Temple?"

The master said, "How is it written on the invitation? Of course, the Lan Ke Temple is best known for its Yulan Festival."

Ning Que said a little bit angrily: "Even if the Bon Festival is famous, but what does it have to do with me?"

The Master said: "" The Yulan Festival is a ghost festival. It began many years ago. The source is the legend of the underworld invasion. The sacrifice of ghosts is the most important content. At the beginning, it is a later ceremony for the world to beg for the underworld. , In other words, it is a message to the Underworld, saying that you are well over there, do n’t think about this side of the world. "

Ning Que learned that the original Yulan Festival was actually related to the legend of the underworld, and he was surprised.

Confucius continued: "The Yulan was originally a festival of Taoism, but I don't know what happened later ... Probably Haotian believers felt a little embarrassed when they came forward to do this kind of thing, and then gradually evolved into a dojo of incense and Buddha sound, but just follow Over the years, most people have forgotten the origin of this festival. "

Ning Que said: "If the underworld really wants to invade, where can a few good words be sent out? Besides, I think if there really is an underworld, people there will not like to eat incense candle ingots."

The master beat his thighs heavily and said, "Yes! Why do good things work with practice? So I have been thinking about the two Lan Taoist Buddhist festivals, I am afraid that I want to use the Buddha's light to hold the underworld."

People only shoot thighs when they talk about it, and the Master ’s mood is more excited at this time, but he thinks that the movement of thighs looks a little inelegant, which is inconsistent with his image of high mountains, so he did not shoot his thighs. Instead, he shot Ning Que's thigh heavily.

Feeling the spicy pain from his legs, Ning Que's face changed suddenly, and she opened her mouth. Before she had time to cry, she listened to the teacher's second half and suddenly forgot the pain.

"Suppression ... Underworld ... Is the entrance to Underworld right at Lanke Temple?"

The Master didn't pay attention to his expression at all, and said, "There are countless Buddhist temples in the world that are full of bon orchids, not limited to the Lanke Temple ... And I visited it many years ago, and I didn't find any entrance to the underworld. Look for it, maybe you can answer some doubts in your heart. "

Confucius said indifferently and casually, but Ning Que was thrilling to listen to, thinking of suppressing the underworld, he felt uncomfortable all over him, his skin was very itchy, and there seemed to be some black smoke that had to seep out of the pores, you know Buddhism people are now doubting that he is the son of Pluto, go to Lanke Temple to participate in the Lan Festival, is not waiting to be suppressed by the vast Buddha, is it going to be suppressed under the mountain for five hundred years?

The mountain breeze fluttered between the cliffs and the cliffs, and the wisteria fruit hanging between the rain corridors swayed with the wind, resembling a copper bell but without voiceless sounds, only a few clicks were heard, and the ripe fruit fell to the ground and burst out of the pulp , The unique fragrance of wisteria and fat intertwined with the freshness.

Ning Que thought for a long time and summoned the courage to ask: "Teacher, what is the son of Hades?"

The Master looked at the night cloud in front of the master and apprentice and said: "According to the records in the Xuankong Temple's Guangming Sutra and Mingzi Scroll, Pluto has 70,000 children. Every day and night, before the invasion of the underworld, there will be a Pluto's son. Come to the earth as a sign and guide for the arrival of night. "

"Guide?" Ning Que repeated in surprise.

Confucius said: "Of course, night also needs guidance, just as light needs guidance. Of course, I have been thinking over the years, whether it is guidance or projection."

Ning Que once again bowed his head and remained silent for a long time, until the night became deeper and the stars lighter, and the night clouds between the cliffs became as dark as ink, before saying, "Teacher, if I were really a son of Hades, would you kill me?" "

The Master looked at him and laughed, and again said of course: "Of course."

Ning Que raised his head to look at him, his eyes full of innocent and begging expressions, just like the kitten who just opened his eyes, squinted because of hunger and fear of the strange world.

"Everyone's life is unique. Even if the countless lives in the world add up, it is as unique as my life. You can't think of it, teacher."

The Master looked at him seriously and said: "With one's own life, changing the security of the world's billions of people, this is what the heroic saints do. If there is a day, I hope that you will be able to break yourself."

Ning Que naturally disagreed and said indignantly: "I said that the master brother is a benevolent and the second brother is a philanthropist. I am just a selfish person. I do n’t even want to be a philanthropist. It's a bit too much to excite me. "

The Master laughed suddenly.

Listening to laughter, Ning Que was at a loss.

The Master looked at him and said with appreciation: "It's good, since it's good to be a man, why do you have to be a saint? UU reading www.uukannshu.com You think this guy is thorough. From the perspective of the teacher, since you can think That ’s right, I ’m sure you wo n’t do anything wrong in the future, I ’m very happy, haha. ”

In the night, the overly hearty and even arrogant laughter reverberates between the cliffs, and then gradually disappears. Ning Que is still at a loss, not knowing what to say.

The Master looked at him and said with a smile: "The Son of Pluto needs to be defined, but it cannot be defined by humans. It can only be defined by you. Just as humans are humans, because we believe that we are humans, only we can give the definition of humans, It cannot be defined by Haotian or other beings. "

Ning Que said with a bitter smile: "The teacher's words are very reasonable ... The students are not flattering, they really feel reasonable, but only you are qualified to say such things."

The Master said: "This is not what I said, it was your young uncle."

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(Go for a massage, I wish you all a happy weekend.)

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