ebookland Chapter 337: The Heart is Like a Craftsman, Capable of Painting All Worlds
Chapter 337: The Heart is Like a Craftsman, Capable of Painting All Worlds
Chapter 337: The Heart is Like a Craftsman, Capable of Painting All Worlds
"what!"
In the study, Xiao Zizai tore all the drawing papers into pieces. He stood in the heavy snow made of white paper and was submerged in the fragmented white.
The bright moon in the sky is quiet, peeking out of the window with its moonlight.
The bamboo forest on the ground is quiet, using its shadows to spy on the wall.
It was unknown how long it took, but Xiao Zizai's madness was finally released and he calmed down.
He knelt on the floor of the study, his head lowered and his face covered. He seemed to have fallen into a world of nothingness, motionless.
"who I am……"
"Who...is me?"
Looking at the white paper fragments all over the floor, Xiao Zizai muttered to himself. He could no longer remember what he looked like.
Chaos and confusion entangled his soul. The more he wanted to figure it out, the tighter his obsession wrapped around him, making it hard to breathe.
"Who am I...Who am I..."
"Who am I, who am I..."
"Who am I, who am I?"
Xiao Zizai kept muttering, as if trying to figure out the problem.
At this moment, Xiao Zizai noticed a bright white light in the corner of his eye. He turned around and found that it was the moonlight reflected in the bronze mirror on the ground.
But no light could be seen, only the bronze mirror reflecting the bright moon outside the window.
Xiao Zizai was immediately attracted by the scene. He stared at it for a long time, and the bloodshot in his eyes was gradually replaced by the cold moonlight.
"The moon in the mirror is the moon in the sky. The moon is the moon, and the mirror is the mirror. There is no moon in the mirror, only the light reveals the moon."
"Originally there is nothing, so where can dust gather...where can dust gather...where can dust gather..."
"There is no moon in the mirror, and there is no image in the light!"
“Who am I, who am I!”
Xiao Zizai's eyes flickered, as if he thought of something, and he reached out and started digging on the ground.
"This isn't it! That's not right!"
He picked up a piece of debris, took a look at it, then threw it away and continued searching.
If there were someone around at this moment, they would definitely think that Xiao Zizai had gone crazy.
"That's it! That's it!"
Suddenly, Xiao Zizai saw something, picked up a piece of debris, and was ecstatic. He carefully placed it on the table and then continued to search.
In the following time, Xiao Zizai kept repeating this thing.
Search, pick up the pieces, search, pick up the pieces...
The Golden Crow flapped its wings and slowly cast its red flames into the sky. Dusk poured out from the horizon, turning the flying clouds into purple mist.
The lingering morning mist, like a blade sharpened by the morning light, cuts open the cocoon of the night.
At this moment, Xiao Zizai was standing in front of the table in the study. The morning light from the window shone on his face, reflecting a peaceful and tranquil scene.
"One is everything, everything is one, all beings are me, and I am all beings..."
On the table in front of him, there was a complete portrait made up of scraps of paper.
And the appearance of this portrait is exactly Xiao Zizai himself.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the living beings he thought he was painting actually included himself.
Gathering the appearances of all beings to see the true nature, all appearances are not appearances, the Prajna emptiness view.
Xiao Zizai exhaled a breath of mixed air, picked up the bronze mirror on the ground, and when he looked at it again, what appeared was his original appearance.
A white moth suddenly flew in from the window, landed on Xiao Zizai's forehead, and finally faded away.
"Hahaha--"
A burst of laughter was heard, and the figure of Zen Master Liu Ji walked into the house from outside the door.
"The emptiness of nature splashes ink to depict worldly ties, the entanglement of ignorance makes the lotus invisible; suddenly I realize that all appearances are the imprint of the mind, the moon is full beneath the Bodhi tree."
Zen Master Liu Ji clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Junior Brother, you have passed this first level."
Xiao Zizai turned around, also bowed, and replied, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."
Zen Master Liu Ji smiled and said, "Awakening to the present state of one's own mind, delusion does not arise... Form is emptiness, because it is the ability to hold what is held that establishes nature. All dharmas are like illusions, far from the mind... Knowing that there is no self in people and dharmas, afflictions and their flames are always pure and formless..."
"The Lankavatara Sutra says: What the mind sees is nothing, it arises only from the mind; the shadow of the body is the manifestation of the alaya consciousness of living beings."
"Master, you have realized that all external phenomena are projections of the Alaya consciousness, and that form and appearance are inherently empty, consisting solely of the mind. This is truly gratifying and worth celebrating. You have already achieved perfection in the cultivation of the first level of tranquility."
Xiao Zizai put the mirror back on the table and said, "Brother's Six Silences Zen is indeed profound and abstruse. The Silent Color Contemplation method is so powerful that it really opens my eyes. I wonder what will happen next..."
"Haha, no hurry, no hurry." Zen Master Liu Ji held Xiao Zizai's hand, "We just finished practicing, take a rest first, have breakfast, and digest what you have learned. It won't be too late to move on to the next step."
"Listen to my brother."
The two came to the courtyard behind Lingyin Temple, had breakfast, and then drank tea and chatted under the apricot tree.
But mainly Xiao Zizai talked about his practice process and experience in the past few days, while Master Liu Ji said a few words from time to time.
At this moment, Xiao Zizai could more or less understand why his master, Master Jiekong, said that Master Liuji could solve his problem.
When he passed the state of silent contemplation, he could clearly feel that his soul seemed to have been cleansed.
Before, he was often tormented by the desire for "hunger", like a poisonous fire burning in his body.
But now, he could feel that the poisonous fire in his body had weakened a little and was no longer as vigorous and arrogant.
This made Xiao Zizai full of curiosity about the future practice, and also gave him a lot of confidence in his ability to solve his own problems.
For the next two days, Xiao Zizai did nothing but read Buddhist scriptures in his room.
On the third day, Xiao Zizai was reading the Heart Sutra at his desk when Zen Master Liu Ji walked in with a smile on his face, holding a copper bowl in his hand.
"Junior brother, you are reading the scriptures."
Xiao Zizai closed the book, bowed, and then looked at the bronze bowl curiously.
"Brother, are you going to beg for alms?"
"I don't beg for alms," Zen Master Liu Ji smiled and handed over the copper bowl in his hand, "Look at what's in the bowl."
Xiao Zizai took it and looked at it, and found a small cricket lying inside, very quiet and motionless in the copper bowl.
"This... Senior Brother, are you going to fight crickets?"
"Well, I don't fight crickets. Put your ear closer and see if you can hear anything."
Xiao Zizai didn't understand why, but he did as he was told and put his ear close to the copper bowl.
"Buddha, please bless my son to have a smooth college entrance exam..."
"Buddha, please let my beloved be happy with her boyfriend, wuwuwu..."
"I hope I can get ashore safely this time. Please don't let anyone know what happened between me and the director..."
All kinds of sounds came one after another and rushed into Xiao Zizai's ears.
Xiao Zizai quickly raised his head and looked at the copper bowl and the cricket inside with surprise, "There's actually a human voice in this copper bowl?!"
At that moment just now, he almost thought he was hallucinating. If he hadn't listened carefully for a while, he would not have believed his ears.
The Sixth Silence Zen Master smiled slightly and said, "This is the second silence, called [Silent Sravaka]."
"Silent Voice?"
Only then did Xiao Zi realize that the second step of his practice test had arrived.