The first question was asked by Wu Xu.
The small monk answered perfectly.
The answer convinced everyone, including Master Wu Xu.
Therefore, there was no need to debate.
Now, it was naturally the small monk's turn to ask the second question.
"How should the mortal world cultivate Buddhism?"
the small monk said slowly.
How to cultivate Buddhism was also one of the most common questions in Buddhism.
To cultivate Buddhism, one had to be pure.
The world was filled with emotions and desires.
In that case, how to cultivate Buddhism in the mortal world was a very important matter.
This was a common problem.
However, it was very difficult to answer.
Even if they invited a famous Buddhist master, it would be difficult to come up with a perfect answer.
However, after hearing this question.
Abbot Wu Xu smiled confidently.
Coincidentally, he had been in seclusion for several months and had only recently gained some insight on this problem.
"Little Master, please listen carefully."
"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror.”
With that said, Wu Xu presided over the ceremony. He put his hands together and softly recited a Buddhist proclamation.
He compared himself to the bodhi tree and the bright mirror platform.
Actually, he was also talking about cultivating Buddhism.
Dust was the cause and effect of the mortal world.
He could only frequently wipe his heart to keep it clean.
Only then could he cultivate Buddhism better.
"Wipe it frequently, don't let it stir up dust..."
Not far away, Liu Yaoyao read it twice.
This sentence was filled with philosophy.
It could be used to refer to the cultivation of Buddhism, but it could also be used for daily life.
As expected of the abbot of the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, his high level of Buddhism was equally impressive!
Today, although he didn't see any immortal martial artists.
However, to be able to watch such a wonderful Zen discussion, she felt that it was not a loss!
"Little master, what do you think of what I said?”
Abbot Wu Xu looked at the small monk. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up with a trace of confidence.
However, the small monk shook his head.
"My rough comprehension is not worth mentioning."
"A rough comprehension?"
Abbot Wu Xu's smile froze. He frowned slightly and a trace of annoyance appeared on his face.
This was the comprehension he had gained after several months of seclusion.
It was actually…just a rough comprehension?
This was equivalent to saying that he had wasted his efforts these few months!
These words undoubtedly made him angry.
The viewers in the live broadcast room were also discussing animatedly.
"This little master is quite arrogant.”
"No, look at his expression. He's abnormally calm and doesn't have any arrogance.”
"Yeah, I feel like he's repeating the truth.”
"However, I feel that the words of this master host are very good…Is this little master talking nonsense?”
Master Wu Xu's words received the approval of many spectators.
Basically, no one in the audience could find a better Buddhist insight than this.
Yet the small monk actually said that this was only a rough comprehension?
That was too…arrogant!
……
"Since this is just a rough comprehension, may I ask what Little Master thinks?”
Abbot Wu Xu was slightly unconvinced as he asked.
"You're confused."
The small monk did not answer the question.
She only glanced at him and said softly.
Upon hearing this, Master Wu Xu's expression panicked. He hurriedly lowered his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures a few times.
It took him half a minute to calm down and regain his composure.
"Amitabha. This Penniless Monk was too ugly. Thank you for telling me, Little Master.”
To cultivate Buddhism was to cultivate one's heart.
He had just felt restless and indignant because of the small monk's words.
It was enough to prove that he was not good at cultivating Buddhism.
"It's fine. Listen carefully."
The small monk put his palms together and spoke.
"Bodhi is nothing, and the mirror is not a platform…"
Abbot Wu Xu's face was filled with doubt.
There was no Bodhi, and there was no Bright Mirror Platform.
She denied everything he said.
What did the little monk mean?
"…If there is nothing in the heart, where will the dust come from!”
At this moment, the small monk slowly said the last two sentences.
Abbot Wu Xu muttered in detail.
After that, his face gradually revealed an understanding and a trace of ecstasy!
Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform…
That's right!
There should have been nothing!
If there is a bodhi tree, if there is a mirror platform.
What needed to be wiped away was not dust.
It was the Bodhi Tree and the Bright Mirror Platform. These two were the greatest obsession in his heart!
It was just as the small monk said.
Only when one's heart is as if there is nothing, no tree or mirror, can there be no dust to be contaminated.
Everything was just like a dream. Don't be delusional and persistent. Only then can you see your true nature!
This little master, be it his realm or his understanding of Buddhism.
They were far superior to him!
It far surpassed him!
He wanted to argue.
However, the words were stuck in his throat. His brain was working rapidly, but he could not think of any content.
After a long time, Abbot Wu Xu finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"I lost…"
"This poor monk's Dharma name is Wu Xu…Greetings, Grandmaster Hui Kong!”
After saying that, he stood up and knelt down again, performing the most formal worship.
Until this moment.
Only then did he completely not have the slightest bit of contempt.
He called the little monk Master and bowed to him.
He completely regarded him as a Buddhist master who was more superior than his Buddhist teachings and had a higher status!
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