Today is a big day, the backyard meditation room has also increased a lot of manpower, although the pilgrims in the meditation room are not allowed to come in, but Bao Buqi is a little stunned in the temple walking, so Shanxiang ordered three or four monks to be on duty next to the path in the courtyard, by the way.

Seeing Feng Jingyao, the monks hurriedly put down the things in their hands and paid a salute, and the host explained that Puji was the benefactor of Daming Temple, and he contributed money and efforts to repair the temple, and also paid 1,000 yuan of sesame oil every year. What's more, he is still a lay disciple of the old host, and his status is much higher than everyone else.

"Is Master in the meditation room?" Feng Jingyao returned the salute with a smile and asked casually.

"The host has been waiting for you for a long time, and he has already prepared a meal in the meditation room, so please ask Uncle Puji to go and fast."

"Master is polite, every time I come to him, he personally accompanies me, it really makes me feel sorry to be an apprentice." Feng Jingyao said haha, not so much humble, but showing off.

"Uncle Shi's status is noble, this is also what it should be, Uncle Shi invites you, don't ask the Lord to wait for a long time." The poor self-esteem of the monks was greatly damaged, and if they said too much, they would lose it, so it was better to send him away quickly.

Feng Jingyao hummed, walked forward slowly, and after a while, he came to the door of Shanxiang's meditation room, stood in front of the door, and put the iron egg in his hand. Zilong put his sleeves in his sleeves, clasped his palms together and said loudly: "Disciple Puji came to visit, is the master there?" ”

A kind and auspicious old voice came from inside the door: "Amitabha, is Puji here?" Come on in. ”

Feng Jingyao pushed the door in, and Master Shanxiang was sitting on the table full of fasting meals, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Feng Jingyao saluted and said, "Amitabha, meet Master." ”

Shanxiang returned the salute and said: "Come and take a seat, as a teacher, you will know that you are coming at this time, the meal is still warm, and you will be seated." ”

Feng Jingyao thanked him, sat opposite Shanxiang, picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat, the food in the temple was sweet and delicious, Feng Jingyao was tired of eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas all day long, and he came to the temple every few days to eat some food, and felt more and more appetizing, even eating two bowls of rice, and a few dishes of vegetarian dishes on the table were also eaten, so he wiped his mouth and sighed and said: "The food in the temple is a hundred times better than the outside, it is really happy." ”

Shanxiang only ate a small bowl of rice, ate a few pieces of pickled radish and was already full, and said with a smile: "The rice is fragrant in the other pot, this is human sense, you can eat it at any time if you like it." ”

Feng Jingyao sighed and said: "How can I have time to eat every day, the disciples have a lot of affairs, sometimes they are too busy to even take care of eating, where can they find time to serve the Buddha often." ”、

Shanxiang beckoned the little monk to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and ordered them to make hot tea and send it up, smacking a sip of hot tea and swallowing it in his mouth a few times, and then said: "There are thousands of mundane things in the red dust, how many people can give up?" If you can really leave behind all the sources of your troubles and return to tranquility, then you will be enlightened. ”

Feng Jingyao took out a gold toothpick from his waist, took out the residue between his teeth, and said vaguely: "Master, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, why do you want to earn money desperately?" This Manjushri Hall is a big hole, I thought that 50,000 or 60,000 could be completed, but I didn't think about it, 150,000 or 60,000 down or far away, last month, Uncle Shangen ran to the city to find a disciple to ask for this month's incense money, the disciple was almost not angry with him, I entered the Buddha to worship the Buddha, but not to give these moths in the temple as cattle and horses. ”

Shanxiang's face was ugly, and he recited the Buddha's words: "Puji, you are not in a good mood, how can you speak so extremely?" At the beginning, you wanted to take refuge in Lao Gu's disciple as a disciple, but it wasn't the master who forced you, and the words you and the rescuers made in person have become a reason for you to complain now. ”

Feng Jingyao said dissatisfiedly: "Master's words are inappropriate, I promised you some conditions, but you can't ask people to come to the door to ask for money, besides, I am a secret thing to be a Buddhist layman, and I don't want others to know at all. ”

Shanxiang said: "Shangen's move is inappropriate, after returning to the temple, Lao Wei has already reprimanded him, but he can't help it, in the past six months, there has been no income in the temple, the hundred and ten people are sitting and eating empty, Shangen is in charge of money and things, seeing that there is no food and clothing, how can he not be in a hurry?" Besides, half a year has passed since June, and you have not given a penny, and he went to ask you for help because of the friendship of the same family, please help. ”

Feng Jingyao smiled dryly: "It's not a disciple to say this, in the end there is a difference between a monk and a non-monk, I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars in the temple, and what I got was the master's number." ”

"Amitabha, Puji, what you said is a little unbearable as a teacher, the same Buddhist disciples, how can there be one over the other, the same is serving the Buddha, how can there be a distinction between high and low, you think too much."

Feng Jingyao sneered: "What's the use of saying this, you and I both understand in our hearts that our master and apprentice are actually a transaction, and the disciple is a person who does business, so he has no complaints about it, but do you know?" Yangzhou City has been in trouble for the past few months, and this is the time for the disciple to make a fortune, but there is a kid named Su Jin, who is against the disciple everywhere, at this juncture, you still ask Shangen to ask me for money, and ask me to fulfill my promise, do I have time to take care of him? ”

Master Shanxiang was silent, picked up the mallet and struck it on the wooden fish, Feng Jingyao also realized that he was too out of shape today, how could he turn his face as soon as he met the old monk, he didn't come here to quarrel.

The sound of the wooden fish calmed Feng Jingyao's mood, and he sat there drinking tea one by one, silently.

During the interval of the sound of wooden fish, Feng Jingyao heard a slight sound of Xisuo under the wooden bed in the meditation room, and the ears of the martial arts practitioners were so sensitive, he immediately asked vigilantly, "What is under the bed?" ”

Shanxiang hurriedly stopped tapping and said: "There is a rat in the room, and the old man can't bear to drive it away, so he makes a nest here with it, presumably because he smelled the fragrance of food and wanted to steal it." ”

Feng Jingyao sighed, and no longer pursued, these monks are really full, and they can do any crazy thing of sacrificing their lives to feed tigers, cutting meat and feeding eagles, let alone raising a little mouse.

Shanxiang coughed and said, "Puji, you are a little too sensitive, Lao Wei guesses that in the past month, the nightmare disease has made a comeback, right?" ”

Feng Jingyao sent down the cup and said in surprise: "How do you know?" ”

Shanxiang said: "Of course, the teacher can see that since the fifteenth day of last month, you have not come to me for more than 20 days to listen to the scriptures and chant the scriptures, and you have taken refuge in my door to seek peace of mind. ”

Feng Jingyao said: "The disciple prays for incense every day, but the effect is not good, and the symptoms seem to be aggravating. ”

Shanxiang nodded and said: "For the sake of the teacher, your words and deeds today are very different from the past, and the violent atmosphere is quite heavy, which must be a sign of aggravation." ”

Feng Jingyao clasped his palms together and said: "Master, hurry up and take me to chant, you are right, I have tortured my disciples to death in the past few days, and I can't sleep for a night, as soon as I close my eyes, the illusions in my brain will hit one after another, I really can't bear it, and my words are more offensive to the master, so don't go to my heart." ”

Shanxiang said: "Good, good, the people of Buddhism have anger and blame, but you are afraid that this illness is not good just chanting, these days I estimate that you are coming, so I meditated, trying to find a way to exorcise the demons, once and for all to relieve your suffering; Although the relationship between you and me is not true, after all, being able to accept you as a disciple means that you have a relationship with the Buddha and a relationship with the old man. ”

Feng Jingyao said happily: "Yes, yes, complaining is complaining, after all, I am still your disciple, if the disciple is in trouble, how can the master not care?" Have you figured out what to do? ”

Shanxiang closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Things turn with the heart, the environment is created by the heart, anger arises from the heart, and the troubles are all in the mind; As a teacher, no matter what you have done before, since you have entered my Buddha's door, everything will disappear, and the Buddha will not pursue it; The old man didn't say this to ask you to dig up your own old bottom, but think about it yourself, is the reason why there are so many magic obstacles and fantasies, is it because you have something guilty in your heart? Or is it that the previous experience makes you unable to let go, you can't get rid of it, you have a long thought in your heart, and your mind is self-generated, is this the truth? ”

Feng Jingyao was silent, although the old monk was right, he would not admit that he had committed a heinous crime; Shanxiang is telling him, you have done too many bad things, naturally you are restless and can't sleep, there are no ghosts in your heart, why are you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door?

In other words, Feng Jingyao was afraid that he was going to point at Shanxiang's nose and scold, but he knew that this would not solve the problem, and his purpose was to find a way to get rid of this root, he had reached the twilight of his life, and there were not many years left, he wanted to enjoy life happily, but the premise was never to be tormented by nightmares.

"Puji, what the teacher said is very clear, if you can't let go of your mind and blindly avoid medical treatment, the old man will be powerless, and if your illness worsens, you can't think about it."

"How bad can this be? Could it be that the things in my dreams can still kill me? Feng Jingyao was stubborn.

Shanxiang sighed: "External diseases can be expelled, the demons in the heart are difficult to get rid of, external diseases can still be cured before they are terminally treated, and the pain of the body can be endured by gritting your teeth; But once the illness in the mind is aggravated, it is extremely difficult to get rid of it, and the growth of demons in the heart will prompt people to do unusual things, haven't you heard of good people throwing themselves into the river or gouging out their own eyeballs and cutting off their hands and feet? That is, the demons act on the outside, and the sick person can only kill himself in order to seek relief, can you compare your own symptoms, have you ever had a painful moment, and suddenly the idea of ending your own life suddenly appeared? ”

Feng Jingyao was shocked, this kind of thought is not a problem, but it often happens, when he can't sleep at night, in addition to torturing the people around him for no reason, he also has countless thoughts about cutting his arm with a knife, so that the pain of the flesh can dispel the illusions in his mind, it seems that Shanxiang is not intimidating himself majestically.

"Is there any?" Shanxiang asked.

"Indeed...... There were. Feng Jingyao's face turned pale and said in a low voice.

Shanxiang's eyes lowered, his eyelids jumped, and he exhaled imperceptibly: "Amitabha, good, good." ”