Royal Road

Chapter 51 Buddhism

The chanting lasted for a whole hour before it came to an end. Of course, these nobles would not stay there for three days like the people outside, and they would be led to the meditation house early by the scholars and monks to enjoy the fast food.

Liang Feng did not eat with Wang Wen, but was invited to the abbot’s Buddhist room.

In the simple meditation room, the old monk sits on the futon and nods slightly at Liang Feng: “Thank you, the benefactor, Liang, for the great gift, Lao Na is ashamed to be too embarrassed.”

Liang Feng smiled: “The boy is poor, so he can only offer these vulgar objects, and the abbot must not be ignorant.”

“Why is it so strange?” The old monk raised his eyes slightly, “Save one person, and you will have one heart. Such merit is far more than a million dollars.”

These words refer to both Jinyang’s epidemic prevention and the act of giving alms just now, both of which came from Liang Feng, and said it was a generous gift.

Unexpectedly, the old monk would say it so simply, Liang Feng said: “It’s just borrowing flowers to present the Buddha. If there is no Huai’en Temple to come forward, how can the people praise it. Save a life, beat the construction of the seventh-level Buddha, and the abbot is boundless.

Hearing the words “Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha”, the old monk’s eyes showed a faint light. This is a concept that only later generations have, and it sounds really new now.

With a slight smile, the old monk opened his mouth and said, “I don’t know if the benefactor Liang, does he intend to practice in Huai’en Temple?”

Is this inviting him to become a monk? Liang Feng hurriedly said: “The kid is entangled in mundane things, I’m afraid I can’t give up.”

“What if you bring your hair to practice?” the old monk asked.

“There are still young children in the family, I hope the abbot will forgive me.” Liang Feng still couldn’t agree.

The old monk nodded slowly: “I wonder if the donor has learned other Dharma?”

“Never.”

The old monk seemed to be prepared for a long time, and took out a wooden box from his side: “This temple also has a supportive tradition, with ten volumes of Prajna Sutra of Taoism, two volumes of Prajna Sutra, and Shou Shurangama Sutra. The second volume is passed down in the same vein as the Diamond Sutra. It is specially presented to the donor of Liang. I only hope that the donor will be able to study it well.”

Unexpectedly, Liang Feng was a little surprised to get so many scriptures in exchange, but he couldn’t resist, so he smiled and accepted: “Thank you, the abbot for giving the scriptures.”

The old monk slowly said: “The donor of Liang has a relationship with the Buddha, and this is Tianhui. However, Tianhui also needs to be diligent in order to last for a long time. I also hope that the donor will read more Buddhist scriptures to live up to his good fortune.”

Does this want him to become a generation of eminent monks? Liang Feng only felt that there was a gimmick in his heart. It was okay to take advantage of Buddhism, but to become a spokesperson for Buddhism, let’s forget it. This old monk believes in him so much and wants to save him?

However, the old monk’s complexion was always indifferent, and even with Liang Feng’s sharp eyes, he couldn’t see any clues, so he nodded and said yes. After a few more conversations, he took the scriptures and got up and left.

When Liang Feng left the meditation room, the chanting standing beside the old monk said, “Master, the benefactor of Liang, doesn’t seem to be interested in Buddhism?”

Precisely because of the intensive study of Buddhism all the year round, one can gradually realize that this Liang donor doesn’t know much about Buddhism, nor is he interested in much. Although I don’t understand why the Buddha chose him into his dream, this person is definitely not the one who can cut off the bond of dust. Why is the master so persistent and want to give him the scriptures?

The old monk said lightly: “How many pilgrims have been added to the temple these days?”

Nianfa froze for a moment: “I’m afraid there are a thousand people.”

“Why do these thousand people come from?”

“Due to the epidemic.”

“If the monastery started to serve porridge, how many pilgrims would there be for those who would help the poor?” the old monk continued to ask.

“This…” Suddenly, he was speechless.

Yes, Buddhism was introduced to China since the Han Dynasty. After more than a hundred years, the number of followers is still limited, because the Buddhist teachings are very different from the Central Plains Confucianism. Whether it’s an ordination or a monk or cremation, the people who are heavily influenced by Confucianism are deterred. The reason why Huai’en Temple was able to build a temple and still have such a large scale, was only because of the large number of people in Bingzhou, which made it convenient.

However, the issue of epidemic prevention has caused thousands of letters in Sizhong. Although the donation of rice is expensive, it is convenient to buy people’s hearts. And these kind deeds will inevitably attract the praise of aristocratic families. By then, it will be more than the Guo family who donate rice and food. If things go on like this, why worry about Buddhism?

The old monk slowly nodded his head when he saw the meditation finally awakened: “The benefactor of Liang is a person of Buddha’s predestined relationship. What you need to see is the cause and effect that he brings. It’s a sin.”

The reading method finally understood. It doesn’t really matter whether Liang Feng believes in Buddhism or not. It doesn’t matter what he wants to do with the name “Buddha”. The important thing is that what he did indeed promoted the Dharma and made more people become believers. This is the greatest achievement. Isn’t the Mahayana wishing to save sentient beings?

Then he woke up and read the method together: “Thank you for the master’s teaching. Liang’s benefactor is a Buddha, and it is absolutely beyond dispute!”

This is the endorsement that Huai’en Temple must make, and it is also a prerequisite for it to be **** with Liang Feng. Only if this matter is recognized, Huai’en Temple can continue to heal the poor and influence the family. Those wealthy women with kind thoughts are easier to win over than the scholars of Confucian classics. Entering the world through compassion is probably much easier than through Tan Xuan.

The old monk nodded: “Just so.”

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Holding the wooden box back to the wing, Wang Wen couldn’t help but wonder: “Does the abbot give you something?”

“Several volumes of Buddhist scriptures.” Liang Feng smiled and handed the box over.

Wang Wen opened it quickly, turned it over, and sighed softly: “Even if I am me, I haven’t read all of these scriptures. The abbot treats you very seriously!”

It is very important, but Liang Feng always felt that the old monk should know his true thoughts, how could he still pass his scriptures? However, since you are on the thief ship, it should not be a bad thing to read more Buddhist scriptures.

Thinking of this, Liang Feng smiled and said: “Since Zhongzheng hasn’t read it, why don’t I copy a copy and study together?”

Wang Wen really likes Buddhism, and he loves the handwriting in willow style very much. He couldn’t help but say with joy: “It’s so good! After using the fast food, we will go home.”

After posing for the day, Liang Feng was also a little tired, and it would be nice to be able to go back sooner. Soon, the young novices brought the fast food. The fast food in the temple is not as particular as the vegetarian fast food of later generations. It is a real thick tea and light rice. The two of them just ate a few bites hastily, and went out together after finishing the fast etiquette.

At this moment, some of the Gaomen children who have eaten the vegetarian meal are also preparing to leave. When they walked to the side compartment, the two happened to meet a team. As if spotting their figure, a round-faced man in a uniform came over and said respectfully: “Wang Zhongzheng, the northern captain would like to ask Liang Langjun to move.”

Following the guidance of the servant, Wang Wen saw the old man standing under the corridor not far away, smiled and nodded: “Zixi, that is Liu Shize, the captain of the northern Xiongnu, with a noble status. Let’s listen to his teachings. .”

Liang Feng was really taken aback. You must know that nowadays the Huns nobles all use the Han surname, and the royal family has been married to the Han dynasty for several generations. A captain in the north of the Huns who can sit in front of the King of Jinyang has the surname Liu, except the Huns do not think about it! However, even if Liang Feng’s history is not good, he still knows that in the disaster of the Five Husbands, one of them was the Huns!

The heart beat violently, but at this time, you can’t show your timidity. Liang Feng settled down, followed behind the servant, and walked to the side corridor.

I saw an old man standing under the porch with hands positive and negative, looking at the prayer flags dancing in the courtyard. Although he is old, he is a standard scribe, not old or weak, only elegant. If you don’t show your identity, I’m afraid no one will realize that he is a Huns.

Seeing Liang Feng approaching, the man slowly turned around, looked at Liang Feng up and down with a pair of clear eyes, and said with a warm smile: “I have long heard about the Buddha’s dream. I never thought Liang Langjun was so handsome.”

Liang Feng arched his hands slightly: “Du Wei praised him absurdly, the kid is not ashamed of it.”

Liu Xuan smiled: “The old man is also curious, and I really want to ask, what does the dream look like?”

Unexpectedly, the Huns came to him to ask about the dream, and Liang Feng did not refuse, and briefly depicted the Gion tree in the dream for the sermon scene in the Solitude Garden. In this era, there are so few people who have been to India. Although Liang Feng’s words are not exhaustive, there is a lot of exoticism in it, which makes the elderly listen with gusto.

When Liang Feng finished speaking, Liu Xuan slowly sighed: “This kind of Buddha is very rare. This time Jinyang epidemic prevention, Liang Langjun contributed a lot.”

“It’s not as good as the people in the hospital and the monks in the temple.” Liang Feng smiled modestly.

The old man heard the words and said, “By the way, I wonder if Liang Langjun still has the Tibetan scripture paper obtained by the Guo family this time? The old man loves Buddhism very much and wants to ask for some scriptures to be copied.”

Liang Feng hesitated for a while before he replied, “You still have some in your hands. I don’t know if a thousand is enough?”

“Naturally enough.” Liu Xuannian smiled, “Fifty stone millet rice, I will send someone to Zhongzheng Mansion to thank Liang Langjun for his generosity.”

Unexpectedly, the Hun prince went on the road like this, Liang Feng hurriedly thanked him.

Liu Xuan glanced at him again and asked, “Where did you go to study? Who are you from?”

Liang Feng said: “I used to study in Fan Yang, but I was frail and poor at school.”

Glancing at Liang Feng’s thin body, Liu Xuan slowly nodded: “You have a good temperament. You are also good at rituals. But you still have to read books. You can’t give up your studies because of Buddhism.”

This is almost like an elder’s insidious teaching, Liang Feng showed some shame on his face: “Thank you Du Lie for his guidance.”

Liu Xuan waved his hand: “Where can I be pointed. This Jinyang incident surprised me. It can prevent typhoid fever, but it is a great virtue. You have the opportunity and kindness. You are a good boy. Don’t let it go. These ones.”

After a few more chats, he put Liang Feng back. Unexpectedly, people would come back so quickly, Wang Wen said, “Why is Liu Duwei looking for you?”

Liang Feng smiled bitterly: “I just asked for some Tibetan scriptures and let me go to school. Don’t waste the scriptures and history.”

“Haha.” Wang Wen was delighted when he heard this. “He is a disciple of Sun Shuran, a great scholar in Qingzhou. Both “Mao Shi” and “Zuo Zhuan” have learned so well that it is inevitable to remember. But when you get better, you have to Re-study, Mingjiao is still the foundation after all.”

Although he believes in Buddhism, Wang Wen’s family learning is deep, and the foundation of classics is not weak. How can one not see the flaws of Liang Feng in this. If you can study poems and books for a few years, I am afraid that the future of this son will be limitless.

Although Liang Feng was smiling on his face, his heart was not calm. If the Five Husbands were still a distant future for him before, then after seeing the Xiongnu royal family, a sense of urgency suddenly came to his heart. He had never realized so clearly that this was the end of the Western Jin Dynasty and the beginning of troubled times. All singing and dancing are just phantoms before they are destroyed. This is Bingzhou, the home of the Huns. If the troubled times come, how to deal with it?

Depressing the upset in his heart, Liang Feng followed Wang Wen and walked outside the temple.

On the other side, the round-faced man asked in a low voice: “King Zuo Xian, that Liang Feng is Liang Xi’s heir, will it affect the plan?”

For the Huns in Bingzhou, Liang Xi is a hateful role that can stop children crying at night. At that time, as the governor of Bingzhou, he tossed the five Huns without a personal appearance, and also let the Southern Huns completely submit and surrender to the feet of Cao Wei. Now that the big event is about to come, how can a son of the Liang family suddenly appear, how can it not be frightening?

Liu Xuan smiled, “He is not ambitious.”

Liu Xuan was old and refined, and just called Liang Feng, just trying to get to the bottom. If Liang Feng is familiar with family history, he should know the old hatred between his ancestors and the Huns, and no matter how good at covering up, he should reveal flaws. But the kid didn’t seem to think of it at all, his words were courteous and his expression was natural. The only thing that shakes his mind is when he listens to him to buy paper. It is not difficult to guess that he left some papers and intends to sell them.

It just so happens that Liang Zixi still doesn’t care about studying, but has a relationship with Buddhism. Anyone who has some ambitions will not be so confused.

In this way, it really looks like a man who converted to Buddhism because of the Buddha’s dream, and had a compassionate heart. Such a role, not only will not affect major events, it may still help. Like Liu Xuan himself, most of the Huns believed in Buddhism. Wouldn’t it be God’s blessing if they could bring the Buddha to their side? This Liang Feng, not only couldn’t fight, but he had to try hard to win.

It just so happens that he is still Wang Wen’s distinguished guest. The king of Jinyang and the court of the Xiongnu have always made good friends, isn’t it the will of God?

With a faint smile, the old man said: “After I go back, I will deliver fifty shiliang rice to Liang Zixi, and the cart will be replaced by five handsome horses, and they will be left together.”

These things are inferior to him. But for the down-and-out gentry, it was no small favor. It’s up to him not to appreciate it anymore.

“You go to Yecheng again to see when Yuanhai can come back?” Liu Xuan told the man. The man responded and stepped back quickly.

Liu Xuan exhaled and looked at the prayer flags above his head again. This time the epidemic subsided is really a good omen. I only hope that the major events of the clan will be so smoothly.

The author has something to say: I remembered Liu Xuan’s age incorrectly in the previous chapter, so change it. This person was the cousin of Liu Yuan, the founding monarch of Zhao Han. It was he who gave the title of King Zuo Xian to Liu Yuan, who unified the Five Huns and rebelled. Like Liu Yuan and Liu Cong, he also studied poetry and books and worshiped Confucian scholars as his teacher. It is estimated that he originally wanted to be a famous minister of Da Jin, but it is a pity that the emperor of the Sima family is too unbelievable…