The old abbot introduced to him one by one the Shaolin Temple, which has a history of more than 200 years, the precepts, the Dharma Academy, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, etc., for him to talk about the Patriarch Bodhidharma created all kinds of legends of Zen Buddhism, these courtyards and pavilions have experienced a hundred years of wind and rain, it looks like it is dilapidated, many have been burned by fire, and the traces of the sword can be vaguely seen, it is very broken, how can there be the scenery of the century-old temple.

In fact, what Zhen Mingku wants to know most is whether there is a legendary eighteen bronze arrays, he took out his mobile phone, regardless of the abbot's surprised eyes, and took photos around, Zhang's favorite to travel the wind and rain of the world's scenic spots, her greatest wish is to be able to visit the world's famous places of interest and historic sites one day, from the great rivers and mountains praised and revered by these ancient sages, trace and remember the romantic characters in the long history, the rise and fall of the dynasty.

She has not been to many places in her life, that is, after marrying him, she has only left Luoyang a few times, if she knows that he does not take her with her, alone to visit this temple and ancient temple, and does not bring her back a detailed picture introduction, she has to be sulking for a long time.

While I was on a tour, the sound of a fight came from a meditation room in the temple.

The abbot asked a monk, only to learn that the monks of the Vinaya had quarreled with the monks of the Dharma Monastery over the matter of dealing with the thieves.

It turns out that in recent years, thieves have swarmed, Shaolin Temple is a century-old temple, there are a lot of fields under the mountain, self-sufficient, the surrounding people also because of the protection of Shaolin Temple monks, live and work in peace and contentment, at the foot of Song Mountain, prosperous and rich, naturally become the target of those bandits and bandits, often sneak into the temple, steal property.

There are a lot of vegetable gardens and fruit trees planted on the mountain, and the daily work of the warrior monks is to carry water from the bottom of the mountain and water the fruit trees and vegetable fields.

But the monks of the Zen monastery feel that the monks should be compassionate, with great compassion to influence these thieves who are forced by life, the first few times, the monks of the Zen monastery all chant the scriptures and learn Buddhism, the tongue is full of flowers, said that those who are good at dancing knives and guns are speechless, can only let go, but then gradually found that compassion can not touch these stubborn bandits, the monastery is still often stolen, and these bandits not only do not thank me Buddha for mercy, but also laugh at their gang of bald donkeys pedantic and self-inflicted, stealing things and setting fire to the meditation room, Finally angered the monks of the precept institute, arrested them and beat them severely, and organized a night patrol of the monks, after which the thieves gradually decreased.

Hearing this movement, the abbot showed a trace of helplessness on his face, and folded his hands: "I'm afraid that I have caught some donors who steal things again, the world is stupid, and I don't know if I fill my belly, I will want to **, I will want to be famous, I will want fame, with fame, I will want the world, when the human heart is enough, I don't know when the chase is empty, life is also happy and sad, it is good to die, it is good to die, it is good to die......"

Zhen Ming was suffering for a while, and the words of a monk were long-lasting, and there were words in the words, ordinary people did not have that understanding, and it was really difficult to understand the true taste, and he said in his mouth: "What the master said is very true, everyone says that the gods are good, only the gold and silver fame and the wife can't forget, and after a long time, he will return to the West." ”

The old abbot glanced at him meaningfully, brushed his beard and smiled, "The donor can say this Zen principle, it can be seen that the wisdom is not shallow, and I have a relationship with the Buddha, the old man sees that the donor is calm and relaxed, the footsteps are steady as flying, the body is strong and strong, as if he has martial arts, but he has gone through things, and he has experienced the old man, his eyes are firm and gentle, and now in this world, there is such a leisure and leisurely donor, if it is not the princes who dominate one side and are against the king, it is a battle-hardened general, the old man has seen a lot of difficulties over the years, and he has come to Shaolin Temple to seek refuge in the anti-king thief leader, The donor is alone like this, as if he is here for sightseeing, but it is the first time he has seen it. ”

Zhen Ming sighed bitterly that the old monk's eyes were like torches, and asked with a smile: "Maybe I'm the head of a thief, put a long line to catch a big fish, and come to Shaolin Temple to explore the truth and truth, in fact, I want to seek your idea of the strong temple property of Shaolin Temple?" ”

The abbot laughed: "It's not like it, the old man sees that the donor doesn't love money, and the second is not greedy for fame, and he acts in a low-key manner without fanfare, and his cultivation is different from ordinary people." ”

Zhen was bitter and happy, and said: "Lay people will inevitably pursue something in the world, if everyone is like the abbot without desire, then there is no progress and development in this world, according to the abbot, a layman like me, all day long, calculating, one does not love money and two is not greedy for fame, so what is the picture." ”

The abbot glanced at him, "The benefactor is lustful." ”

"The abbot has a good eye."

The two talked and laughed all the way to the place where they had just been noisy.

……

The noisy people were a group of warrior monks from the precept institute, holding monk sticks, and a few people sneaked into the temple to steal things, and were beaten by several warrior monks with a blue nose and swollen face, and fell to the ground, humming and sighing.

"Stop! Heaven has the virtue of a good life, my Buddha is merciful, how can I use force to impose a person who has no power to fight back, all beings are equal, thieves are also sentient beings, since they have been caught, why bother to create killing karma, quickly collect the stick and go to ......"

The abbot stopped the angry warrior monks, walked up to the thieves with Zhen Mingku, and bent down to help a few thieves.

He smiled at the thieves and said: "Several thieves suffered from this disaster, it is also karma, and they deserve this retribution in their lives, hoping to change their past mistakes and be kind, if they are hungry, the room of Shaolin Temple is equipped with clear soup and porridge water, eat a few bowls, and fill their stomachs before going." As the so-called endless road to heaven, if you are willing to work hard, where can you not live in peace, why should you fall here, there is really nowhere to go, go to my temple to shave, cultivate the golden body of Buddhism, it is not a merit, and it is not very beautiful to cast a good family in the next life. ”

The warrior monk next to him said angrily: "Abbot, you can't just let them go!" Otherwise, next time they will come and steal ......."

The abbot waved his hand: "The monks are merciful, people's hearts are made of meat, if there is a way to live, who wants to be a thief." ”

"But......" Several muscular warrior monks glanced at each other and said with some hesitation, "They have just entered the abbot's room. ”

The abbot, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped, turned his back to everyone, and his voice became a little strange: "What did you say? ”

Several warrior monks swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and one of them whispered tremblingly, "It seems that they have come to steal the abbot's treasure......"

Zhen Mingku secretly glanced to the side, and found that the old monk's face was blue, and the white beard was windless, as if his internal strength had reached an extremely high level, and the energy from within changed the aura around him and distorted the surrounding scene.

"Which ones were stolen?"

"The disciple checked it, and there was a lack of golden Buddha statues, agate beads, and glass balls...... It's all gone. ”