Chapter 17 Don’t be nervous, I’ll help you
Following the presiding master are Zhiyun and the presiding master’s housekeeper.
The housekeeper monk who presides over the Venerable is responsible for all affairs of the Prime Minister's Temple. Even the elder Cangxian must divide the daily expenses for each year into two parts during a special time, and give one part to this person. A steward monk watches. If there is no seal of the steward monk, the review is not considered completed.
Moreover, the housekeeper monk has the power to redistribute this wealth.
He is the eyes and mouth of the venerable person in charge of the temple.
Many things go through the housekeeper first, and then the presiding venerable. The presiding venerable personally bless him with secret mantras, perform the four initiations, and teach him the secret deity.
When the housekeeper monk sees it, it is equivalent to the presiding venerable seeing it. When the housekeeper monk speaks, it is equivalent to the presiding venerable saying it.
He is the "keeper of the monk treasure in the temple", one of the most trusted confidants of the presiding venerable, and an important part of the presiding venerable's control of the temple.
Known as "a born scribe with a photographic memory".
After following the presiding master and entering the official village, he quickly found all the places where wealth might exist and began to lead the monks to search for evidence.
The presiding lord riding a white elephant was not responsible for such a search operation. He just came to the watchtower and took out his own bowl.
I began to recite sutras and mantras silently, and stopped paying attention to the worldly affairs around me.
This wooden bowl has been cracked, but the presiding venerable asked a craftsman to tie it up. This is the rice bowl he once brought to Zhaju Temple. All the rice bowls of the Buddhist monks are the same. , keep it with you, lick it clean after each meal, and put it in your arms.
Judging from this situation, the host seems to be a nostalgic person, and he is reluctant to throw this thing away.
Sitting in the second-story hall of the watchtower, monks immediately lit a fire for him, making the place warm. Some monks also took out blankets and covered the body of the presiding venerable. Burn incense.
The whole hall was immediately filled with smoke and mist.
Some people are burning mulberry trees on the roof to worship the gods, and some people are hanging prayer flags around the watchtower, which not only blocks the cold wind around it, but also shows the identity of the people here. The monks gather in groups , never travel alone.
Those who closed the gate of the official village lit fires everywhere in the official village, making the surrounding area fall into light.
All monks perform their duties and do their own thing well.
The host was sitting in the main room, and smoke immediately came out of the kitchen next to him.
Let all the monks feel at ease.
Someone first burned a large copper pot of butter tea and brought it over. The host held the tea bowl in both hands, as if he were a monk studying scriptures in Zhaju Temple, and took a warm sip. Said: "Zhiyun, look at how Zhasa and the guardians of the four major temples have made such great achievements this time. How should we reward him better?"
Zhiyun did not dare to hide anything and told what he had done. The presiding venerable person took care of everything.
Hearing the words, the host nodded and said: "You did a good job, but you didn't do better."
He closed his eyes and looked like a A herdsman in his sixties, every inch of his hair has turned gray.
If no one told others, it would be difficult to believe that he is the presiding Dharma Master of the Endless White Pagoda Temple.
After he said this, he stopped talking, as if he suddenly fell asleep.
Monk Zhiyun was lying on the ground, so frightened by the host that he did not dare to say a word.
When encountering this situation, I did not dare to take a deep breath, lest I dissatisfy the host.
He didn't know what he did wrong, and he was dissatisfied with the presiding venerable. The presiding venerable didn't speak, and he didn't dare to breathe. After a long time, the presiding venerable suddenly seemed to wake up and said: "Get up. Well, you did the right thing.”
Monk Zhiyun sat up from the ground, and the presiding venerable said: "It's just a bitter experience for Zhasa.
In doing so, you completely forgot what happened in the debate field. This time, Mingfa and the others ate It's a big loss, so he won't let it go.
He doesn't dare to vent his anger on me, so he will naturally vent his anger on this child. Do you think this child can bear it?
P. The "good teachers" of the sixth level have never cultivated the "immovable mind", nor have they blessed the secret mantras or learned the three secrets.
So every time I debate the sutra, it is rare for the Buddha nature to be broken. Few, not none. We may have to meet once this year. ”
Listen to the slow words of the host.
Zhiyun monk did not dare to speak, and the presiding elder also stopped talking, letting the firewood crackle.
After some time, the presiding venerable said: "How many days are left before the college debate time?"
"Sir, there are still four days left."< br>
Monk Zhiyun said cautiously.
"There are still four days left."
The presiding venerable said: "Then it will be less than four days. This trial of 'heretics' has to continue to report to the higher authorities. It is a waste of time. "
Having said this, he sat down cross-legged and said, "This time you will preside over the Sutra debate." If you dare to speak, the place becomes silent again.
The strange rhythm outside was blocked from the official village. The presiding venerable didn't know what he was thinking. Only a moon shone on the official village, shining on the thick prayer flags.
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The things outside have nothing to do with Lu Feng. His life these days is very regular, eating during the day, chanting sutras, going to the toilet, eating and chanting sutras at night.
Never step outside this yard.
Usually I didn’t feel anything, but later, after continuously blessing the Six-Word Great Ming Mantra, Lu Feng felt that his five senses had been strengthened to a certain extent. He felt that there seemed to be someone outside the yard, but he was not sure. Feel.
"Is this what it feels like to recite a mantra?"
Lu Feng felt very strange. There are chakras in the human body. There is a chakra in the middle of the human body. There are seven chakras in total up and down. He I feel that there is a bright light between my eyebrows. Even in the darkness, this light is like the moon in the secret realm.
A layer of power was bred in his body.
This is the "clumsy fire".
But it is just a gestation, it has never appeared, it is a feeling of "inducing but not releasing".
As for the moon he felt.
Bright and clean.
Eternal.
Every time he recited the mantra, Lu Feng always felt that there seemed to be an "original point" in front of him. It was a bright point that bloomed with immeasurable law, immeasurable light, and immeasurable wisdom. The more you recite the mantra, the closer you will get to this point.
But never reach it.
Under such circumstances, his body was filled with sufficient strength.
The mind is clear, the body is strong and healthy, and a bright moon is hidden between the eyebrows in the body.
There was still a sunset and a sunrise before the debate. Lu Feng suddenly saw the closed door being opened. Master Zhiyun came in from the outside covered with dust and said to Lu Feng: "Zha Sa, you can go wash and change clothes and take a shower. You can go with me tomorrow to participate in the debate."
Lu Feng clasped his hands together, picked up the robe, and held one of the golden bowls in his hands. After giving it to the other party, Master Zhiyun accepted it and said: "Tomorrow you will be by my side and you are not allowed to go anywhere."
He said: "Whatever I want you to do, you will do it, I will definitely protect you!”
After finishing speaking, he said: "No need to be nervous."
(End of this chapter)