Chapter 151 The truth 1 corner
Chapter 151 A Corner of the Truth
Gu Zhuo and the monk Du Hai walked into the Zen room, but did not close the doors and windows, allowing the sound of wind and snow outside to whistle into their ears.
The two sat down in front of the tea tray. Their movements were very natural. They even looked like a pair of old friends rather than strangers meeting for the first time.
The old monk tightened his thick clothes, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the top of the mountain, and asked, "It's very lively over there today. Why don't young people like you go over there to join in the fun, but instead wander all the way to my place? What kind of unresolved troubles do you have?"
Gu Zhuo said: "A lot."
The monk's face became more kind, and he said, "If you don't mind being a guest, you can find something convenient to talk about with me."
At this point, the old monk suddenly laughed and added, "I probably can't solve the problem for you, but I've lived for quite a while, so maybe I can give you some advice, or at least give you some words of advice."
Gu Zhuo smiled gently and said, "Before this, I was very curious about one thing."
The monk Du Hai lowered his head, focused his attention on the tea tray, and said, "I don't look like a senior who has practiced cultivation?"
Cihang Temple is one of the ancestral temples of Zen Buddhism. The monks in the temple all have more or less attained certain realms, the only difference is the level of their attainments.
It is difficult for ordinary people to appear in such a place. Occasionally, they are usually nearby vegetable farmers who come to deliver vegetables to the monks. There is no reason for them to stay here.
Gu Zhuo was not embarrassed and just nodded.
The monk didn't look up at him. He just started making tea by himself with a very calm tone.
"I made mistakes in my early years and was punished. It has been many years since then."
"It seems that this mistake was not light."
"That's natural."
Gu Zhuo looked at the monk crossing the sea.
The monk raised his head and looked at him, still smiling, and said, "Are you scared? The man sitting opposite you may be a big devil."
Gu Zhuo smiled and said, "That proves that you and I are destined to be together."
The monk who crossed the sea was stunned when he heard this, and said with emotion: "That's really the truth."
"There are so many good people in Cihang Temple, but you have to meet a sinner like me. If this is not God's will, then what is it?"
The old monk picked up the teapot, filled a cup with tea, and said self-deprecatingly: "Could it be that my Buddha asked me to save you from becoming a demon?"
Gu Zhuo sighed: "Perhaps I have already become a demon."
"Although I can't see you clearly young man..."
The monk Duhai glanced at him and said sarcastically, "But this is Cihang Temple. If you are a demon, how dare you come here?"
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "If you don't come here, how can you seek liberation from Buddhism?"
The monk crossing the sea suddenly fell silent.
The Zen room was quiet.
The boiling water in the iron kettle was still scalding, accompanied by the never-ending winter wind outside the window. It sounded like a piece of music, with an exciting melody yet a sense of desolation.
After an unknown amount of time, the monk finally laughed out loud belatedly and praised: "This is a wonderful saying, and what's even more wonderful is that you have come to the right place."
Gu Zhuo said: "I want to hear your story."
There is nothing wrong with a monk crossing the sea.
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At the highest point of Cihang Temple sits a Buddhist temple. At this moment, many practitioners are standing in the wind and snow in front of the temple, while inside the temple are the monks of the temple and teachers from various sects.
The snow had not decreased at all, and the clouds were like a pot cover, making the sky dark.
According to the process agreed upon in advance, shortly after the Dharma Assembly begins, the true great master of Cihang Temple will appear and personally preach and even demonstrate the Dharma.
People have been looking forward to this for a long time, so they came to the temple early today and occupied their seats in advance. However, they did not expect that the Dharma Assembly would not be held for a long time, and the preaching would also be nowhere in sight.
Many people were confused and thought that the monks of Cihang Temple were not famous for being late, so why were they like this today? Did something happen in the temple?
It was not until someone lowered their voice and whispered the name that everyone realized what was going on and then became angry.
Obviously, the name is Gu Zhuo.
There was silence in front of the hall.
The atmosphere became increasingly depressing.
No one spoke. Both the young people standing outside the hall and the teachers inside the hall maintained this strange and awkward silence.
Countless gazes passed through the cover of wind and snow and fell on a cushion in the deepest part of the hall.
There was a young monk sitting there, facing the Buddha, with his back to the snow and the living beings. This was the monk who had reached the highest level in Cihang Temple and even in Zen Buddhism.
In addition to this, he is also considered the second best person in the world, second only to the White Emperor.
No matter how many ridiculous things he does, who would dare to act rudely in front of him?
Not to mention being outrageous, I dare not even think about it.
Otherwise, many people would be wondering whether Gu Zhuo is his illegitimate son.
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The story of the monk crossing the sea is not complicated. It can be roughly summarized as he had something to pursue when he was young, but he was obsessed with it and made many mistakes, doing many things that violated Buddhist precepts.
Later, he came to his senses, returned to the mountain to repent, and abstained from all thoughts. He sat in this Zen room for thirty years.
From a certain perspective, it was like getting into trouble outside and having to return to Cihang Temple for refuge.
After all, judging from the monk's previous performance, he really didn't seem to have the energy to turn back. He was more like an imprisoned old devil.
Gu Zhuo listened quietly without expressing any opinion on the story, neither feeling any emotion nor sighing.
The monk crossing the sea was very satisfied with this.
Gu Zhuo asked: "If you were given a chance to start over, what would you choose?"
Hearing these words, the scenes of the past reappeared before the eyes of the monk crossing the sea, and those people and events that he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.
The most profound scene was a middle-aged man holding the little girl’s hand and coming to her, asking her to be his mistress temporarily because he had more important things to do. It seemed that he was going to meet an old friend?
Later, he took the little girl to practice in a temple for a period of time. The temple seemed to be called... Ganye Temple?
Not long ago he heard that the middle-aged man had died, and that the little girl seemed to be becoming very remarkable?
Naturally, the monk crossing the sea would not tell Gu Zhuo about such things.
"Of course I give up."
The old monk put away his past thoughts and said with a smile: "If I really had the chance to start over again, how could I let myself walk the same old path again in such a boring way?"
Gu Zhuo thought about his current situation, smiled and said, "That makes sense."
He picked up the cup of cold tea and drank it all, then stood up and walked out, saying, "Let's stop here."
The monk stood up to see the young man off. Looking at the young man's thin back, he suddenly had an idea and advised him, "It is difficult to cross the sea of suffering. If there is a chance to turn back, do not hesitate."
Gu Zhuo thought about the scene he had seen earlier, sighed, and said with emotion: "Yes, it is difficult to cross the sea of suffering."
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There are many skills in this world that can give you a glimpse into other people's hearts, or even their forgotten past.
However, all of these skills have very demanding conditions and are basically used after severe torture. They are extremely difficult to perform under normal circumstances.
Especially for an old monk like Crossing the Sea Monk, he has experienced countless ups and downs in his life and has corresponding defenses, so it is almost impossible for him to be breached by this kind of skills.
What's more, he had already reached a state of mind where life and death didn't matter to him.
Only the dead can keep a secret better than this kind of person.
Unfortunately, before the monk crossed the sea he happened to meet Gu Zhuo.
Moreover, his cultivation had been sealed for thirty years and he had already reached the twilight of his life. He was in a bleak situation where his oil was running out and his lamp was going out. There was no way for him to hide his thoughts from being heard.
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Gu Zhuo walked in the wind and snow, climbed the steps and headed towards the top of the mountain.
He thought about the scene he had seen earlier, and once again felt that the world was not only extremely strange, but also extremely troublesome.
This conversation with the monk Du Hai not only failed to resolve the doubts in his mind, but made him feel that the matter was even more difficult to handle.
The middle-aged man was Lu Mingcheng.
As for that little girl.
At this moment, a voice came from behind, calling him.
That was Lin Wanyi's voice, filled with worry and anxiety.
Gu Zhuo turned around, with a rare bitter look on his face, and said with emotion: "How could this happen? It's really a coincidence that we met."
Chapter 50 Should be tomorrow morning
(End of this chapter)