There is more than one Sutra Pavilion, all of which are built on the island in the middle of Mingxin Lake in the back mountain.

Compared to the strict defenses of the back several sutra buildings, the three sutra buildings in front are only a few young monks coming in to clean up every day, without any defensive power in the light and dark areas.

At most, some fireproof scriptures were engraved in the attic.

I don’t pay attention to it so much, of course, because the collections in the three lofts in the front are just simple Buddhist scriptures and various copying notes.

Those ancient books, isolated books, and various materials related to the world of practice are hidden in several attics behind, guarded by monks from the Elders' House.

For example, the scriptures are mixed with unique skills or the Buddhist scriptures that imply the ultimate principles of practice, such as the scriptures, which were completely eliminated when Monk Xingdian lived to the age of 130.

After all, there is a tragic monk in the temple who does not understand practice and can live for so long. It is a bit abnormal no matter how you look at it. The monks in Jutong Temple are not fools, so they naturally know how to investigate.

The result that was later obtained was indeed true, and it was just an ordinary person who had no cultivation at all. And after reading each of the scriptures in these three sutras, there was no difference in the slightest passage.

Now, everyone believes that this monk Xingdian should be blessed and blessed by the Bodhisattva because he is sincere in his pursuit of the Buddha, so he can live for so long.

When Chu He stepped into the No. 1 Sutra Tower, he pushed the door open and the smell of fresh ink came to his face.

Most of the scriptures in this sutra building are newly copied, and perhaps the ink is not very good. Therefore, many of the inks in the sutras have not been thoroughly dried and are hanging next to the window.

Several older monks were concentrating on posting books, and they were not distracted when Chu He came in.

From the appearance alone, each of these old monks had a fluffy skin, a dim look, and almost all of their teeth had lost all their teeth. It was really hard to tell who was the monk Xingdian.

"It's Junior Brother Jie Lu from Luohan Hall! Master Wuliang has already greeted me. From today on, you will copy books here. This place not only has a good view, but also has a good view of Mingxin Lake, but also has good lighting..." A young monk who smiled brightly suddenly appeared in front of Chu He, and then introduced him to Chu He on his own.

However, Chu He's obedience was only focused on those two words, and the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart rose again.

Dongdong!

The wooden fish rang twice from the upstairs.

The sound was very dull, without a trace of true energy, but for some reason, when he heard the sound of wooden fish, the distractions in Chu He's heart suddenly disappeared. The depression brought by the Jie Lu Dharma name was like the ice and snow under the sun, which suddenly melted away.

Chu He raised his head.

But the young monk smiled and turned around and said, "Isn't it very magical? Master Xingdian's wooden fish can always make people feel quiet. Everyone said that his hands were shining by the Buddha."

The young monk didn't understand how to do it, but Chu He understood.

What has been shining?

This is clearly because Monk Xingdian practiced the power of his own mind to a certain extent and could use the peace in his heart to infect external objects, thereby spreading this peace.

This is not ordinary true qi, true energy cultivation, this is a kind of great enlightenment that simply penetrates into the soul. What is required is the continuous transformation of one's own mind and soul, and no exercise can be guided and replaced.

Chu He unconsciously walked upstairs along the wooden ladder.

At the end of the bookshelf on the second floor, a blank piece of paper was posted on the wall, while a yellow but not needless old monk, wearing a gray monk's robe, sat there. The wooden hammer in his hand was hitting the wooden fish with uneven weight, as if he was doing morning class, and it was like he was sleepy and dozing off.

This is different from the image Chu He had imagined before.

"So there are no beards! I thought that monks were all gray-bearded and their eyebrows were too long!" As a 'child', of course he said whatever he said, and there was no need to be a taboo.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the old monk pulled his eyelids. He was too old and it was very difficult for the old man to speak.

"Hair is a worries, and a beard grows on the face. Isn't it also a worries? Since it's all worries, it's better to shave it clean." The old monk's words were not so clear, but Chu He still heard the words.

Chu He was stunned. His words were a little sensible, so he asked, "Does such a master also have troubles?"

The old monk said, "I am also a human being, and if I am a human being, I have troubles."

"What is the trouble of the master?" Chu He continued to ask curiously.

The old monk opened his eyes a little longer: "When will he die, and can he live..."

"Uh..." Chu He thought that Master Xingdian's troubles would be more high-end and grand, but he didn't expect that his troubles were basically everyone's troubles. Especially for the elderly, I was afraid that this question would be thought about every moment.

"Why doesn't the master practice?" Chu He asked why Monk Xingdian did not practice true energy and cultivate true energy. Although he was a servant monk, he had lived for so long and had a certain special status in the temple. If he wanted to practice, the monks in the temple would be willing to fulfill it.

Monk Xingdian sighed and said, "I can't learn it. After learning the previous sentence, forget the next sentence, forget the previous sentence. After learning the previous meal, I forget all of them."

The sound of the wooden fish beating is still ringing.

If you understand it carefully, you can feel that the peace is still there.

The monk in front of him said that he was worried about death, but he was so calm. He seemed to be complaining that he could not practice, but he was still in a state of turmoil.

Is there a state of "not being happy with things, not being sad with yourself"?

Chu He was sincerely impressed.

Some words are said, but not necessarily done.

Regardless of whether the old monk in front of him has cultivation or not, his state of mind is worthy of admiration after all.

Chu He glanced at the white wall behind the old monk, and suddenly asked, "Master! Why is the wall behind you white? There are neither Buddha statues nor Buddhist scriptures."

The old monk grinned, his mouth full of teeth had fallen off, but it was not ugly when he smiled.

"Aren't I sitting here?"

"Do you think you are a Buddha?" Chu He was shocked and suddenly felt that the monk's name in front of him might not be called wrong, and he was really crazy about his feet.

"Why am I not?" Monk Xingdian asked back.

Chu He sighed, it turned out to be a fool!

Whether it is an immortal or a Buddha, it is not only a kind of ideological enlightenment and transcendence, but also a sublimation of the body, strength, and the entire state.

Some monks read too much Buddhist scriptures and think that they are Buddhas, or even everyone is Buddhas, because everyone has Buddha nature. Although their words sound domineering, they are like attics in the sky, looking beautiful but without foundation.

It is okay to fool a layman, but it is used to tell true practitioners that it will make people laugh.
Chapter completed!