Mirror of the Sky

A thought flashed in Thirty-Three's heart, "Has someone finally taken the bait? It's a pity that it's not even a shrimp, and it's not worth it at all. It's better." Looking at the direction, seeing that it was Shi Yi who opened his mouth, he said with a smile: "Little brother Yulu, the one who has been cultivating all the time is the most superficial 'Vajra Power' in the temple.

I have encountered a barrier in the past few days, just now I was greedy for a shortcut, thinking of breaking through the cultivation method of using the Lotus View and the Vajra Power..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yi smiled strangely, and said, "Really, that Junior Brother, you rubbed your hands in your hands when you were cultivating just now, and what was the object that you put into the front of your clothes after the lotus pedestal was dyed.

Isn't it some kind of Buddha treasure that can help the breakthrough of the diamond power? "

"Senior brother is really joking, what a precious thing is a Buddha treasure, how can my little brother have virtue." Thirty-three explained with a normal expression: "The thing just now was just a stone bowl that I polished, because my little brother's nature Jumping off, always can't stand it.

Recently, I finally realized the stupid method of using a grinding bowl, and I used external force to improve my mind and nourish my mind. Unexpectedly, I have developed the habit of taking out a stone bowl to rub it every time I meditate. "

"There are other things," Hearing these words, Shi Yi smiled strangely, and said, "Then I will also see what this square stone bowl you polished looks like.", While domineering, he directly stretched out his hand towards Thirty-Three.

Thirty-three was slightly stunned, with a look of anger but helplessness on his face, he obediently took the stone bowl out of his arms and handed it to Shi Yi, "Senior brother, if you want to see it, look at it.

If I hadn't made a Dharma vow to grind this stone bowl and present it to the Buddha, even if it was given to you, it would be nothing. "

"Really?" Shi Yi agreed casually, took the stone bowl, carefully rubbed the delicate mirror-like surface of the bowl, lowered his head, and looked at it carefully for a long time, but found nothing unusual, and his brows unconsciously wrinkled.

In the Buddhist temples on the island, the lowest-level disciples are the novice monks. Because they have stepped into Buddhism with one foot, their mortal names can no longer be used. The name is determined by the quarterly examination.

Those who rank among the top ten in chanting, meditation, martial arts, etc. are named Shiyi to Shishi, and the novices after the tenth are named directly by their rank, and the eleventh are called eleven and ninety. Nine is called ninety-nine.

Thirty-three is named thirty-three, and his ranking in the novice test is naturally the 33rd. There is a huge gap with Shi Yi, who is ranked first. Originally, Shi Yi's domineering temperament wanted to take his things. I will take it, and I will never care about the other.

But it is completely different from punishing people for chopping firewood and carrying water for labor. It is a great hatred to prevent people from practicing. For a stone bowl that seems useless, to form such a deep grievance with the same family, even if Shi Yifei also felt that it was not worth it for being domineering again and again.

When he was hesitating, he suddenly felt that the palm of his hand was empty, and the stone bowl in his hand was taken away by someone.

Immediately afterwards, a pleasant male voice resembling a jade ball rolling on a jade plate rang in his ears, "This stone bowl looks simple and unpretentious, but it is as warm as jade when you start it, and it is a bit interesting."

The person who spoke was a monk who was eight feet tall, wearing a moon-white monk's robe and a big red cassock with embroidered gold, and with a face like a crown jade, with a detached and tranquil smile, suddenly appeared behind Shi Yi like a ghost.

Thirty-three, who was sitting cross-legged by the stream, saw this person appear, his heart tightened, he swallowed secretly, and thought bitterly, "This is a big fish, but it's just too big...", and jumped up in a hurry. The respectful hands clasped together and said: "East to Maitreya, the novice has seen the enlightened monk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head dumbfounded and looked at the enlightened Shi Yi, who also came back to his senses, hurriedly bent down deeply, and saluted, "East Maitreya, Shi Yi has seen Sengzheng."

"Since your name is Shiyi, then you are the one who stands out among the novice monks," Shi Jiaowu said with a slight smile, "Seeing that you follow your movements, you have a long breath, you should be practicing the supernatural power of 'Jie Zang', but that's true. It's got some real flavor."

"The monk is complimenting him." Facing Shi Zhengwu, whose status in the temple was far higher than himself, Shi Yi didn't show the slightest arrogance and answered honestly.

And Shi Zhengwu's attention was obviously not on him, he praised him casually, his eyes turned to Thirty-three, and he nodded in approval: "As for you, although Tianzi is not as good as Shiyi, but you can do it at a young age. It is even more rare to abide by the original intention and consciously make progress.

Thinking that when I first set out on the path of cultivation, I was only a middle-aged person. Later, I was able to become the first monk step by step, and it was also because of the words "consciousness and perseverance".

That's all, I, Buddhism, talk about chance the most. I'm afraid there is a reason for you and I to meet today, so I'll give you a little bit of advice.

The Fa does not teach the six ears, and come with me. ”, then turned around and walked towards the forest not far away.

Under such circumstances, Thirty-Three could only answer with folded hands, "Yes." He bowed his head and followed Shi Jiaowu into the jungle.

After he walked a dozen steps deep and shallow in the weeds and rhizomes, and his figure was completely covered by giant trees and vines, Shi Juewu suddenly turned his head and smiled brightly at Thirty-Three, "Junior Brother, Desolate Forest. It's dangerous, let me help you." After that, he jumped to his side as fast as a ghost, and gently supported Thirty-three's arms, as if carrying a large mass of cotton wool, and walked forward in the air. .

"How dare the novice, dare to bear the title of "Junior Brother" of Sengzheng." Thirty-three still said tremblingly as he was dizzy and flying in the air.

"You and I have a relationship with the same teacher, so you are naturally my junior brother." Hearing this, Shi Jiaowu smiled slightly and said softly,

Thirty-three secretly thought in his heart upon hearing this: "Are you coming...", but on the surface there was an expression of tongue-tied and unsure why.

With a slight glance from the corner of his eyes, he stole a glimpse of his blank face, Shi Jiewu breathed out his breath, his body sank, and he landed with thirty-three on a thick branch of a big tree in the sky.

Holding the square stone bowl owned by Thirty-Three in the palm of his hand, Shi Jiaowu said with a smile: "Junior Brother, do you know what this is?"

Standing on a slippery branch more than ten meters above the ground, Thirty-Three's face was pale, and he staggered and replied, "Sengzheng, Sengzheng don't want to joke, isn't this bowl a novice stone made by me... "

"Junior brother's character is really tough, and you have to hide it from me at this time," Shi Jiaowu 'haha...' laughed and interrupted Thirty-Three's words, "This bowl is obviously made from a human skull. Cheng, how did it turn into stone?"

Hearing this, Thirty-Three's heart tightened, "Sure enough...", but his face showed extreme surprise, and he blurted out: "Human, human skull!"

"It is a human skull," the voice fell to the ground, and Shi Jiaowu said with a straight face, "but it is not the ceiling of a mortal.

In ancient times, when the Buddha first established, my Buddhist teaching of Mahayana has not yet spread to the human world. No matter how virtuous and supernatural monks are, they are unwilling to overcome the sufferings of the world.

After this generation achieves the right result, they often shed their shells in the barren mountains and wilds. After hundreds of decades, the flesh dissipates between the heavens and the earth, but the skull on the top of the skull is immortal and passed down to future generations.

Later generations will find their burial place if they happen to get it, and get their robes, which is the successor of their mantle and mantle. "

"There is such a thing." After hearing Shi Jiaowu's eloquent speech, Thirty-Three said with a stunned mouth, and Shi Jiaowu smiled slightly: "So, junior brother, don't hide it from me, tell me where you are from. Pick up this bone bowl."

Under his gentle gaze, Thirty-Three looked pale and stammered, "This, this, here, here...", his body swayed even more, as if he was about to fall from the tree branch. Come down and smash into meat.

Seeing his terrified appearance, Shi Zhengwu did not forcefully persecute him, but said in a more gentle manner: "Don't be afraid, Junior Brother, I, Da Xumi Temple, pay attention to the sea and the mountains, and I don't shy away from disciples worshipping foreign teachers as apprentices. .

You got the bone bowl of the sages, and I found that you got the treasure because of your own predestined dharma, indicating that you and I are destined brothers and sisters.

Buddhists are most concerned with cause and effect. Under such circumstances, how could I possibly harm you? "