"Is the ship of Pudu still the ship of Pudu?"

At the edge of the dojo, a monk was shirtless in the heavy snow, holding up two wooden drumsticks and beating the leather drum carefully, King Kong glared angrily.

In the bronze cauldron outside the dojo, a little Taoist priest in blue robes lit a stick of incense. A stick of incense lasted for an hour. If the respondent could not answer the question before the stick of incense burned out, the respondent would have to admit defeat. , the next person answers, the drums stop, the bells ring, and people leave.

Among the monks, a young monk who was still sitting with his eyes closed opened his eyes with a rosary in his hand and looked into the ashram.

The snow was falling heavily, and Chen Ji could be seen sitting quietly on the futon. A gust of wind came from outside the villa, rolling up light snow powder and falling on his shoulders, head, and knees, motionless. The young monk whispered: "Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again and quietly played the rosary beads.

On the stone steps at the edge of the dojo, literati, gray-robed monks, and blue-robed Taoists silently looked at the young man in the dojo, discussing with each other. The little Taoist priest on the stone steps scratched his head: "Brother Zhang Li, I think Pudu Of course, the ship is no longer the ship of Purdue."

Another little Taoist priest said: "No, it's still the Purdue Ship!"

"It's not that simple. Let's listen to the monks' answers." Zhang Li stared at Chen Ji's back and did not dare to answer this question hastily for a while.

At this time, in the dojo, the monk on the futon slowly spoke: "The ship of Purdue is no longer the ship of Purdue. "The Tantra Sutra" says that the original meaning of sentient beings is the self-nature, that is, the soul, and the heartless beings The original meaning of "" is object image, which in layman's terms is the component part. Changing the planks of the Pudu boat is equivalent to changing the object image. If the object image is changed, the Pudu boat will naturally no longer be the Pudu boat."

On the steps at the edge of the dojo, some people nodded and some shook their heads. Zhang Xia stood aside, supporting Bai Li, frowning.

The prince asked curiously: "Why are you frowning?"

Zhang Xia hesitated and said: "I have watched dozens of scripture debates, and this is the first time that I have seen so many different opinions on any issue. You see, even those monks may not agree with the arguments of their three senior brothers." The prince said boredly: "Such a debate. The scriptures are all empty talk, it all depends on who can quibble better, and it is of no benefit to the people and the country."

Zhang Xia frowned and said nothing.

There are referees in the debate. Everyone turned their attention to the literati on the stone steps. A middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt shook the copper bell in his hand and said loudly: "Is there an answer for the questioner?" As soon as the words fell, traces were left behind. He lowered his eyes and asked without raising his head: "Then if I just change one ship plank, I will also change the object. Will the ship of Pudu still be the ship of Pudu?" The monk was startled: "This..."

He frowned and thought hard, recalling scriptures to support himself.

But time passed little by little, and the stick of incense burned shorter and shorter, and the monk was still speechless.

With a bang, someone knocked the wooden fish on the sidelines, and the monk on the futon suddenly woke up: "Wait, the boat of Pudu is still the boat of Pudu, I..." Chen Ji said calmly: "Get off."

The young man is so impressive that there is no doubt about it.

Debate begins with a clear meaning. Once you have stated your point of view, you cannot change it. If you want to change it, change it.

The little Taoist priest next to the red bell in the dojo looked excited. He pushed away the little novice monk who was guarding the bumper, pulled the bumper and slammed it against the copper bell. Boom.

The sound of the copper bells went away melodiously, shattering the drums of the monks.

The literati from the south of the Yangtze River looked at each other, looked at the traces in the scene, and asked in a low voice: "Who is this young man?" "I don't know, maybe he is a young man from a certain family?"

"It's not like that, look at his clothes..."...

The monk on the futon left the monastery dejectedly.

After a while, the Yuanyue Temple changed to a monk, who sat on the futon and said sincerely: "The ship of Purdue is still the ship of Purdue." The Mahaprajna Sutra says that the essence of heartless living beings is their structure, purpose, and purpose. .Although the materials of Pudu's Ship have changed, the structure and purpose have not, so it remains the same."

Chen Ji didn't say a word. The other person's answer seemed to be right, but it seemed wrong. The silence lasted for a long time, and the monk was not as confident as before. He subconsciously looked at the group of monks. Zhang Li was about to say something, but he saw Chen Ji turning around to decide. He looked at him intently, his eyes unblinking.

Zhang Li hesitated for a long time and suddenly understood what Chen Ji meant.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry and handed the gourd-shaped white bottle to Bai Li: "He has already taken another person. This elixir belongs to you." Bai Li was startled: "He..."

Zhang Li urged: "Eat quickly, eat quickly. He is still waiting before you see him. He won't speak until he gets better after taking medicine... This kid!" Zhang Xia hurriedly took the elixir and gave it to Bai Li. Next, in a blink of an eye, Bai Li looked as normal and no longer needed help.

Zhang Li looked at Chen Ji and said silently: "Are you okay?"

The monk on the futon also urged: "Young man, what else can you say?"

Seeing that Bai Li was getting better, Chen Ji turned back and looked at the monk on the futon: "If I take off all the wooden boards and every part of the Pudu Ship and reassemble it into a boat, will this ship be the Pudu Ship?" "The borrower was startled: "This..."

Nearly half of the literati on the sidelines stood up, took out their silk handkerchiefs from their sleeves and threw them into the field: "Wonderful!" During the debate, if the audience on the sidelines thought it was wonderful, they should throw the handkerchiefs out. The more there are, the more supporters there are.

At this moment, amidst the cheers of hundreds of people, Chen Ji suddenly noticed that the fifty-six fires in his body were beating again, becoming brighter again, almost turning from a faint dark red to a light yellow. The young Taoist priests looked at each other in confusion. : "Brother, is this considered a win?"

Zhang Li on the sidelines breathed a long sigh of relief: "The question that the young man brought up is easy to argue, but it is difficult to argue, and it is both offensive and defensive. It is a paradox." The monk on the futon thought hard about the scriptures, trying to find support for himself. The Buddha said the argument, but I can't think of it.

Finally, he turned his attention to the monks on the sidelines for help, but no one dared to step forward to challenge him.

In the wind and snow, on the stone steps, the young monk who had been sitting there pinching his rosary slowly stood up and walked into the ashram.

The literati on the sidelines gradually became quiet, and someone whispered: "This unknown person is so shocked that Wu Zhai left the stage to debate the scriptures again."

Wu Zhai patted the shoulder of the monk on the futon with the hand holding the rosary: ​​"Go down, I will answer this question." The monk on the futon was startled for a moment, raised his head and said aggrievedly: "Elder brother, I...

Wu Zhai held the rosary and smiled gently: "It doesn't matter."

He sat down on the futon, but instead of answering the question in a hurry, he gently pinched the rosary three times with his thumb.

Zhang Xia whispered: "This man is Wu Zhai, the head disciple of Yuanjue Temple. He debated scriptures with the Taoist court at the age of twelve. In seven years, he has won all the Taoist temples and Taoist temples near the capital. Now the capital is Not a single Taoist temple is gone." The prince was astonished: "This is a monk trained by Buddhism since childhood to win Taoist family property."

Zhang Li: "...

Zhang Xia looked at the rosary beads in Wu Zhai's hand and said, "I watched his debate. He once said to himself that if he pinched the rosary beads once, he would have nine hundred thoughts. He was choosing the best angle to speak." The prince curled his lips: " What are you bragging about?"

Zhang Li happily agreed: "That's right, why are you bragging?"

At this time, the dojo became quiet. When Wu Zhai pinched the fourth rosary, he said smoothly: "The ship of Purdue is no longer the ship of Purdue." "The King of Prajna Sutra" says, A snap of the fingers is sixty moments, and nine hundred births and deaths in an instant. When time slows down enough, you will see everything in the world arising, dying, and reorganizing in an instant like particles. After one thought, you are no longer even you, nor is the ship of universal salvation. Then there’s the Purdue Ship.”

Wu Zhai said with a smile: "It is impossible for people to step into the same river. No matter whether you change or not, after one thought, you are no longer you, and the boat of Pudu is no longer the boat of Pudu." Zhang Ligao He cursed loudly: "It's bad, the monk is going to cheat!"

The prince was puzzled: "How to tell?"

Zhang Li explained: "This is the essence of Buddhism's "no-self", which is about letting go of all dharma and all self-grasping. If we follow this Buddhist saying, everything in the world will cease to exist in an instant, and will all be reborn. ..In an invincible position." The literati stood up one after another, and half of them threw the handkerchiefs in their sleeves into the arena. Everyone looked at Chen Ji.

The incense in the bronze cauldron slowly burned out, and a monk looked at the young novice monk next to him: "Why don't you ring the bell yet? The Buddha will win this round!" However, Chen Ji finally raised his head and looked at Wu Zhai calmly: "Since Wu Zhai Me, who is in reincarnation? Who needs liberation?"

Wu Zhai was stunned. Zhang Li suddenly stood up.

Since there is no self, who is in reincarnation? Who needs liberation? It turns out that the last sword is hidden here!

No-self and existence, this is the logical basis that Buddhism has been unable to explain for thousands of years, and it points directly to the foundation of Buddhism. It is not that Buddhist monks really cannot explain it clearly, but that it cannot be explained.

Buddhism teaches "no-self" in order not to pursue past and present lives, and to let go of all dharma.

However, the rhetoric that Buddhism uses to induce secular believers is that "there is a self" in the wheel of cause and effect, fame and wealth, and karma. For example, only by practicing good deeds can you avoid falling into the evil ways, not falling into the animal realm, and cultivating blessings in the next life is for "me". This book Just two sets of things.

Zhang Li rubbed his hands excitedly: "Wuzhai can't answer!"

The prince asked, "Is this question difficult?"

Zhang Li's eyes were piercing: "It's not that Wu Zhai doesn't know how to answer, it's that he can't answer. There are many people coming to this literary meeting, and the debate process will definitely be spread in words. If he says that selflessness is right, then It is an admission that the "reincarnation blessings" preached by Buddhism are just a means to fool and control believers. They themselves do not believe in this!"

He exclaimed: "Taking fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, killing people and killing people's hearts!"

Wu Zhai looked at Chen Ji and felt that the eyes of the young man opposite him seemed to be beating with fire. Chen Ji asked: "There is one more person from the Buddhist sect who can play. Do you want to replace him?"

Wu Zhai looked back at the group of monks behind him, but the young monks looked at each other and did not dare to step forward.

Wu Zhai put down his rosary, put his hands on his knees, picked up the flowers, smiled, and avoided answering: "This benefactor, I think you are destined to be a Buddhist, why not enter my Pratyanyaka Temple to practice? The Taoist court is weak, so instead of registering the name of the Taoist court, Disciple, why don't you join my Buddhist sect and teach yourself." Zhang Li pointed at Wu Zhai's nose and yelled, "What the hell are you doing!"
Chapter completed!