Haitang is more fragrant than Zen soul, and the vast blue sky is my hometown. From which Zen master?

Confessions and lies of a Zen master before his death.

That Zen monk, a good friend of mine for many years, has an incurable disease. He faced death in meditation and realized it. As a good friend, I often went to see him before he died and listened to his teachings. Every time I go, he always sits with a smile on his thin face. We sat down to chat, and he said, "I have been misled by pseudonyms all my life." Although I saw the scenery outside, published a book, and some people followed me to learn Buddhism, I know that I have no real consciousness and a clear mind. Now that I think about it, I am smarter than me. "He speaks very sincerely. I said, "In ancient times, didn't great masters also have enlightenment at the end of their lives? "He said," This is a great exercise. I put aside all my fate and am full of energy. I am not such an intelligent little root device. I have been too smart, too talented, too affectionate and unable to let go too much. " I asked again, "How have you been studying recently? Every time I come, you are meditating. I can't bear to bother you. I'm reading Buddha outside and praying for you. "

The Zen master smiled indifferently and said, "Thank you. I also know life and death, when to die, and even where to be reborn in the next life. " I said, "This is good practice. You know when you will die and where you will be born again. Haven't you enlightened yet? " The Zen master blushed a little and said, "This is just kung fu, which has nothing to do with enlightenment and understanding. When I was born to three years old, I can remember the karma of reincarnation. When I grow up, I will learn from Buddhism to prove this karma. I have known where I came from for a long time in my life, and I have been practicing all my life just to finish where I will die. Now I can know when I will die, but I also know where I will die, but it is still an old saying:' I will become a sentient creature again'. My heart has no fear of death, and this superficial practice is far from enlightenment or seeing nature.

"So how have you been studying recently?"

The Zen master said: "repent those karma wholeheartedly and purify yourself from the heart." I am a dying man. I must clean my heart before I die. I have been regretting it for months. Confess my career, my mistakes, I have not really been filial, I have hurt my friends and relatives, I confess that I have told many lies. In practice, I have no words, no testimony and am conceited and frivolous; Confess that you have always been duplicitous, said a lot of right and wrong, caused a lot of trouble and brought a lot of harm to others; Confess the mental injury I caused to the woman who loved me; Confess your ignorance and mislead fellow initiates ... "The Zen master said so many words of repentance that he even cried when he said it. He said to me: "The biggest confession before a person dies is to put down the burden and go into battle lightly." Speaking of this, he smiled. Everyone knows what it means to be on the road.

He asked me to find a big iron basin to wash clothes for a rural man, and asked me to help him move his life manuscript, which is one meter high and wants me to burn it in front of him.

Help him burn it? I can't bear to say to myself, "This is the hard work of your life. How many publishers have asked you for manuscripts? Why burn it? " Isn't that great? "I won't do that. He said, "If you don't burn it, I'll burn it myself. What's the use of not burning these worthless things? I don't know the truth. Those who know disciples are evil forces in the end, and I know it myself. Burn the manuscript so as not to delay my future study and aggravate my sin. I don't really know my heart and see my essence. I'm talking about wild fox Zen. Do you want me to go to hell? "He said calmly," I have been preaching and teaching all my life, arguing about right and wrong, because I have no knowledge and no gender. I have told lies and had incorrect opinions. My mouth, esophagus and stomach have all been sick. "His face is getting thinner and thinner. Because of meditation, his spirit is not bad.

I burned his works together with him, including his diary, many of which were written with a brush and neatly written. In winter, we use manuscripts to keep warm. Looking at his detachment and detachment, I was very moved. I thought that before I died, I would burn my diary and manuscript like him, leaving no scraps, clean and carefree. I had an idea, and he smiled and said, "Don't learn from me, it's no use learning from me."

I have been here many times, and the Zen master said to repent of karma and evil deeds. He said to me: "the profession of oral cavity is the most difficult to repent." In this life, I preach the scriptures, lie about people's right and wrong, and my mouth is like a mountain. " He sighed and said, "I will definitely repent before I die, although my mouth is deep." It seems that he died a month later than expected, and this month was dedicated to confession. Those who practice Buddhism are also those who practice karma. Besides, my mouth is not clean. I talk about right and wrong, argue right and wrong, and talk about Jaken. I wonder if I can repent and be clean this month. When I repent and be clean, it is the day when I want to leave. "As a teacher friend for many years, I was still very sad and asked him," Are you leaving? What's your final suggestion? "

The Zen master said, "I know your future path, but I can't tell you anything." Telling you something is harmful to you. The road to the future is in your heart. If you can sit quietly at night, you will know. What I can tell you from my life experience is that I will never become a teacher without enlightenment and understanding. If I were a teacher, I would do harm to others. If I miss my children, I will lose my life and my karma will be serious. Therefore, I will never be a teacher.

Second, if you are enlightened and sexual, you must persist in practicing and cultivate greater skills before you come out to preach the Dharma. Even if you have an apprentice, remember not to accept the support of others and never exploit your apprentice. I've seen a lot of things in the Jianghu. Many teachers treat their apprentices as servants, which is a very serious crime.

Third, don't despise anyone who doesn't understand Buddhism and Taoism, even if their views are naive and wrong, you can't laugh at people. I have laughed at many people with wrong views in my life, and I got what I deserved. Those who are not enlightened are all future buddhas. Once enlightened, how can you laugh at the master? I understand this truth, but my habits and arrogance have caused me many disasters. In recent January, I repented that I once despised others.

Fourth, in the future, we should visit others more, even if they are heretical masters, and don't visit with prejudice, and don't compare who is higher and who is lower. There are countless bodhisattva incarnations in the world, but there is no bodhisattva consciousness in heresy. Don't split, don't be biased, you listen wholeheartedly, look inward, live by yourself, live or not. I used to be argumentative and aggressive, and finally got laryngeal cancer and esophageal cancer, which was a terrible crime. "He said tears, tears of repentance, tears of enlightenment, tears of teaching. He looked at me in tears. "Remember? "I said," I remember. "I'm a little famous for more than ten years, and people who come to worship me occasionally. I deeply remember the precepts of Zen Buddhism. I have never accepted an apprentice. Someone kowtowed to me, so I quickly knelt down and kowtowed to him. This is the whole doctrine of Zen.

A month later, he said, "I'm leaving. I'd better go to the northwest to be reborn The northwest is a little poorer, but people are very kind and Buddhism and Taoism are deeply rooted ... I will be reborn in the northwest. After 30 years, my brother and I are destined to meet again. At that time, you were the eldest brother and I was the younger brother. You can help me. " We all laughed. I said, "I learned Zen from you and made no progress. You kicked me, then it's my turn to kick you. " He said, "Kick hard and try to be enlightened on the spot when kicking."

He really sat down and was cremated the day he was recognized. I brought some of his ashes with me when I came to Beijing. One year, I found begonia and begonia growing outside the window, and I remembered his last poem:

Haitang is more fragrant than cicada soul, and the vast blue sky is my hometown.

And ask for peace? Corning's longevity is not my hope.

I suddenly realized, so I scattered his ashes under the begonia tree outside the window. There used to be a pine tree in front of the window. After watching it for two years, the residential property demolished pine trees and planted begonia for about five years. In summer, the leaves of begonia are luxuriant, and countless cicadas sing under the leaves of begonia. In late autumn, cicadas are dead, and the night is so quiet that people are suddenly unaccustomed to the night without cicadas. The cicadas in the forest are quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded. Cicada kept singing, showing the silence in the depths of the forest. My family lives in a community called Kangningju. History books regard "happiness, longevity, health, peace and a good death" as the Five Blessingg of life, while Five Blessingg between Zen and Dont Ask For Help only seeks the avenue.

He showed his magic for the last time and predicted my future residence. His ashes will seep into the branches of begonia. He said that these are impermanent, away from the avenue and visibility. There is still no escape from life and death, no enlightenment and no epiphany in his practice. At the time of writing this article, meditators have been meditating for more than ten years. Think about your self-cultivation and be ashamed. Who is that Zen man? I don't want to name him. He burned the manuscript of his life and didn't want anyone to remember him. I believe that one day, I will meet him in the vast sea of people. No matter whether I recognize him or not, we will always have a fate. We will meet him again in the future, in that indistinguishable local scenery.