Unlike Ksitigarbha and his disciples who meditate in meditation, the monks here are all Buddhist monks who believe in esoteric Buddhism. Although they have achieved some success and entered the Buddha's kingdom from all walks of life, they usually neither sit in meditation nor enter concentration. Usually I just study some classics, and then focus on practicing tantric techniques.
So, even though it was midnight, the twenty or so monks were still very lively.
"Fellow practitioners, how did the Dharma Seat of our monastery perform at today's Uncensored Conference?" The person who spoke was Vina from the Yuanjue Hall, the head monk in charge of this temple. This man had deep-set eyes and a high bridge of his nose. He was narrow, with thick hair and a mean look in his eyes. When he asked this question, he smiled playfully, obviously asking knowingly.
"Haha, how about it? Of course I'm really embarrassed."
"The siege by various Bodhisattvas and Vajra Arhats has made this old monk speechless several times. Tsk tsk, if he hadn't had the dignity of a Bodhisattva, he would have been unable to step down today."
"That's right. What's so good about Dongtu Zen? Sitting all day long chanting sutras, or meditating into trance, it's like a vegetative state."
Several monks were laughing and joking, their words full of humiliation.
"Hey, keep your voice down. It's no different now than it used to be. After all, if the Bodhisattva comes from the west and is stationed in the ashram, be careful to be heard. Besides, that monk Min Gong is also a powerful figure. If he hears it, he will have to follow the rules of the prison." An old monk reminded in a low voice.
"What are you afraid of?" Wei Na, who was the first to speak, snorted: "If you hear it, you will hear it. What can you do to me? Don't forget, we are the ones sent by the Buddha to protect the scriptures and bones. After all, we are the Buddha again. Disciples, why does the Zen sect care about us? If you dare to offend me, we will go to Mount Sumeru to reason and see who you can help."
"That's right, that's right! Why are you afraid of them?"
"Weina is right, we can't spoil them. If we let Mr. Min ride on our necks, will it be okay in the future?"
"Who says it's not the case? Are you willing to come here to serve them? Who doesn't know that this Ksitigarbha dojo is the most shady yamen on Xuyu Mountain. After I get out, I won't be able to shake off any prestige at all, and I will be beaten by other people. The brothers in the dojo laughed at me.¡±
This time 7*5zw .com Zhang Si. "That's not true. This old monk is just staying in the Eastern Underworld. Now he has fled to the Buddha's country to seek refuge. Does he still want us to be the masters to support him? Didn't I see that miserable man who was besieged at the Wu Zhi Conference today? . Humph, Vajrapani has already begged the Buddha for two days to continue the Uncovered Assembly. I¡¯m afraid it will be even more ugly tomorrow. From now on, we all have to cover our faces when we go out."
Several monks mocked and complained, and everyone became more and more excited. They all wanted to take a good look at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's embarrassment tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, when we were talking happily, there was suddenly a banging sound from the palace door.
Everyone was startled and quickly closed their mouths.
Although everyone was swearing fiercely just now, they were still startled when they thought someone was coming.
¡°After all, my own cultivation level is not as good as that of the great monk Min Gong. As the superintendent of the Taoist temple, Min Gong has the power to enforce the rules on them.
"Who? Who!" Old Monk Wei Na shouted cautiously.
There was no response from outside the door, no sound at all.
Wei Na still felt that it was not safe, so he waved his hand to the youngest monk and said: "Go, open the door and have a look. At such a young age, I don't have a wink, so why don't you let me go?"
"How can you not! You are the head monk, we are waiting for such a small matter." The young monk smiled flatteringly and hurried to open the door.
Although the young monk pretended to be calm, he was panicking inside. If the great monk Min Gong was really standing outside the door, he, the one who opened the door, would be the first to suffer
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The palace door opened, and a gust of wind rushed in. There was no one outside the door, and there were only stars and clouds in the sky.
The young monk let out a long breath, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground. Turning around to close the door, I vaguely smelled a faint fragrance. He sniffed subconsciously, and with a bang, the palace door closed again.
The old monk Naweina suddenly felt relaxed, and murmured as if he had experienced it: "Look, I'm scaring you. Well, isn't he just Min Gong? A venerable person who cultivated in the Eastern Yangjian, how can he be so scared?" ? Let me tell you, even if Ksitigarbha comes now, I am not afraid. Lao Na, I am not a Tibetan, I am of the metal system. If he dares to deal with me, even Vajrapani Bodhisattva will not allow him."
"That's right, that's right"
"Vina can still sit still."
The monks began to compliment him again, and they almost praised the Veena as more than a Bodhisattva.
Wei Na felt a sense of joy in her heart and winked.?Suddenly I felt that there seemed to be an extra smell in this palace.
Being able to become the head of the Vina monk shows that he still has some Taoism. However, for a while, he wanted to capture this breath but couldn't. It was really difficult to judge what kind of smell it was.
"Ahem, did you guys ask about the breath?"
"No ah?"
"Isn't this the smell of butter lamps?" Several people shook their heads.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? But everyone is looking at me, so you can't say that you are uneasy, right?
"Ahem, that's right, there must be something wrong with the butter! You guys can even secretly manipulate the butter used to support the Buddha and covet the incense money. Are you still a bit like a monk?"
All the monks laughed naively and said: "There is no way. Who told us that this is Qingshui Yamen? The few money left behind belongs to all of us, especially Wei Na. You have worked hard and accomplished a lot, but you don't have any support here. We here Isn¡¯t it because I can¡¯t bear it?¡±
"Haha, you're sensible." Old Wei smiled wretchedly.
While everyone was laughing and joking, the young monk who had just opened the door suddenly leaned forward, fell on his futon with a plop, and made no movement.
?? 强牺  读牺。 "This little thing will sleep whenever he wants." Wei Na muttered: "Originally, I wanted him to stay awake tonight to cheer me up."
As a result, before Old Wei Na finished speaking, the other monks tilted their heads and fell to the ground one after another.
"What's going on?" Old Wei Na was startled, as if he noticed something was wrong, and stood up suddenly. Just as he was about to check the situation, he felt dizzy, and his body was leaning against the throne of the Dharma.
"Hehe, haha!"
Control the big one and control the owl. At this time, with a sneer, the palace door creaked and was pushed open from the outside. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a small figure stood at the door.
This guy¡¯s back was facing the moonlight, and his face couldn¡¯t be seen clearly, but the down on his body was clearly visible, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was exaggerated and ferocious.
"If you are asked to fall, you must fall."
The little thing said, striding squarely into the palace