With those words, a monk walked out from behind Fangzheng. He was none other than Hong Xiang!
"Hong Xiang?" Wu Xin cried out when he saw him.
Zen Master Hongyan was slightly taken aback. He never expected that another one of his disciples was implicated in the matter.
"Amitabha, it can only be right. The sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn back to the shore before it's too late. Congratulations, Venerable One!" At that moment, Fangzheng pressed his palms together and smiled at Hong Xiang.
Hong Xiang as well as the crowd of monks was taken aback.
Before anyone realized what was happening, Zen Master Baiyun and Zen Master Hongyan pressed their palms together, "Congratulations, Venerable One!"
With the two esteemed monks doing so, everyone quickly copied them. Even if they were puzzled by the gesture.
Elder Du was even more flabbergasted. He knew very well what sort of person Hong Xiang was. What did he do to deserve such utmost respect from so many esteemed monks?
Hong Xiang's face flushed red as he looked at the godlike figures in front of him. He felt his blood race through his arteries as the crimson liquid seemed to boil. He wanted to shout out the truth! Just moments ago, he thought that he had no future ahead of him. Yet, Fangzheng did not pursue the matter. This was something he had to be grateful for. Therefore, he thought of using this final chance to help clear Fangzheng's name. It was a way of repaying Fangzheng's kindness. He had thought it through. He realized that he was not cut out to be a monk and that it was better for him to return home and help his father run the store.
However, he never expected such an outcome!
At that instant, all of Hong Xiang's complicated thoughts dissipated. All that was left was clarity. It was as though he had seen the sun through the gloomy clouds. He saw the path that lay ahead of him! It was not a path paved with money, it was paved with vivid wellness and peace!
At that moment, Hong Xiang was enlightened.
At the same time a familiar voice resounded in Fangzheng's ears.
"Ding! Congratulations. You have enlightened Hong Xiang. Verbal commendation+1. Keep up the good work."
When Fangzheng heard that, his smile grew even larger..
When Zen Master Baiyun saw that, he nodded secretly. "He remains composed even if the world is collapsing. He's a good seedling."
Zen Master Baiyun ignored everyone's puzzlement and smiled. "Amitabha. Venerable Fangzheng, please come on in." He ended up not mentioning a word of what had just happened.
Venerable Hong Jin was baffled. However, it was not his place to continue pressing for an answer now that Zen Master Baiyun had personally invited Fangzheng into the monastery. All he could do was tolerate it. He remained unhappy and remained adamant about the belief that Fangzheng was using smoke and mirrors.
The crowd went up the mountain together. Along the way, they discussed the Buddhist scriptures jovially. Fangzheng paid silent attention without interrupting them. There was no other way, Fangzheng truly could not interject when compared to monks that had been studying the scriptures for decades. He would only smile and remain silent when anyone questioned him. People felt that Fangzheng was an unfathomable person. How could a person who could cross a river on a reed not understand what they had said? Therefore, they only treated it as though Fangzheng was answering them with Buddhistic allegories. All of them began racking their brains but failed to understand what Fangzheng was smiling about.
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The Monk that wanted to renounce asceticism
SpiritualThis story isn't mine. For offline reading purposes only. In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn't a large one but it is extremely miraculous. The temple has rice that emanates an...