freenovelworld Chapter 336: 6 Silent Zen Methods 1 Silent, Xiao Zizai is insane and forgetful
Chapter 336: 6 Silent Zen Methods 1 Silent, Xiao Zizai is insane and forgetful
Chapter 336: The First of the Six Silences, Xiao Zizai Goes Crazy
In the study room.
Xiao Zizai stared at the bronze mirror, puzzled. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother, why does this mirror reflect a different person every time?"
Zen Master Liu Ji just smiled, picked up the mirror and placed it in front of himself.
"look."
Xiao Zizai stood up and leaned over to take a look, and was surprised to find that the image of Zen Master Liu Ji was clearly reflected in the mirror.
"this?!"
Why did he see different people's faces when he looked in the mirror, but when Zen Master Liu Ji looked in the mirror, he saw his own appearance?
Could it be that this mirror discriminates? Or is it some kind of magic weapon?
"It's not a magic weapon." Zen Master Liuji handed the mirror to Xiao Zizai, "I've told you before about the Six Silences, and the first of these six is called [Silence Color Observation]."
"Silent Color View?"
"Holding the fire to burn the three poisons, the emptiness illuminates all; the six silences lead to Prajna, and Bodhi resides naturally... Among the six silences, the silent color contemplation is the first step in the practice."
Zen Master Liu Ji picked up the white paper on the table, looked at the abstract image of a woman drawn on it, and threw it out of the window.
"View all appearances as mirror-like flowers and water-moons. Through the extreme obsession with 'appearance', one can reflect their emptiness in meditation. Appearances are inherently empty; desire arises from the mind. When the mind is still, appearances are still."
The white paper fell outside the window and suddenly turned into a white moth, fluttering into the green bamboo forest.
Xiao Zizai watched quietly, deep in thought, "Brother, what you mean is that the reason why I see so many images and images of all living beings when I look into this bronze mirror is because my mind is not yet at peace, so I cannot see my true self?"
Zen Master Liu Ji said, "Everything in the mirror is a reflection of the unbroken 'self.' In the Journey to the West, Master Xuanzang traveled to various countries seeking Buddhist scriptures. The seals of various countries stamped on the documents—what you see now are the marks of success on the path of cultivation."
“Only when you are in darkness can you realize the vanity of candlelight, and only when the reflection in the mirror fades away can you see the lonely full moon in your heart.”
"Holding fire originally to illuminate the sky, the three poisons are burned out to reveal the Brahma Palace; the bronze mirror cannot recognize the moon in the water, so I smile and use the green snail as the peak of my eyebrow..."
Zen Master Liu Ji recited a Buddhist stanza, turned around and walked out of the house. "Just continue practicing. When you see your own reflection in the mirror, you will have passed the first level."
Seeing that the yellow monk's robe of Zen Master Liu Ji gradually disappeared in the bamboo forest, Xiao Zizai put the bronze mirror away. At this time, an old man with buck teeth, crooked nose, and messy white hair appeared inside.
Xiao Zizai took a deep breath, picked up the pen and began to draw on the white paper.
This painting took him several days. Except for eating, going to the toilet and sleeping, he almost always sat at the desk and looked at the images in the bronze mirror.
Perhaps because I have been painting so much and for so long, my painting skills have improved rapidly. From being quite abstract at the beginning, I can now depict the general details.
During this period, Zen Master Liuji never appeared again. Only an unknown little monk brought food at regular times and places.
The study was covered with white papers with portraits of various kinds, piled up layer upon layer like snow covering the ground, filling the entire room.
Xiao Zizai hardly slept at all, and his eyes were red from painting. The more he painted, the more irritated he became.
Thanks to the many years of practicing Buddhism with Master Jiekong, I was able to recite scriptures and suppress the anger in my heart.
There is another terrifying thing that Xiao Zizai gradually discovered in the past few days, that is -
He began to lose track of what he originally looked like!
He looked in the mirror every day, but what he saw in the mirror was never his own appearance.
The longer the time went, the more vague his memory of his appearance became. Sometimes he even had to be in a trance before he could remember that he was neither an old man, nor a child, nor a woman.
Under the impact of the images of all living beings, even my memory began to become confused, just like my increasingly angry mood.
One night, the moon was already at its zenith.
Xiao Zizai was still sitting in front of the desk painting a portrait, but his expression was ferocious, his eyes had turned blood red, and he looked like a man-eating evil ghost.
"what!!!"
Suddenly, Xiao Zizai dropped the pen in his hand, grabbed the bronze mirror and smashed it to the ground.
"Who am I? Who am I?"
"I forgot! I forgot! I can't remember!"
Xiao Zizai was crazy and roaring like a madman in the study.
It can be said that Xiao Zizai has never been like this since he was a child.
Although he is sick, he is very clear-headed and knows that he is sick. He usually looks rational and cold.
But now it is different. After several days of continuous and intensive painting of all kinds of people, he has lost his "self".
I look in the mirror every day, and every time I look in the mirror, a different face appears.
Don't underestimate this matter and think it's no big deal.
If an ordinary person looks in the mirror every day and sees different people's faces, not only will he not be able to figure out what he looks like or who he is, he may even be frightened to the point of mental disorder.
The "test" that Xiao Zizai accepted was even more cruel. Being able to persist for so many genius outbursts could be said to be an extraordinary level of cultivation.
"What was I originally like? I was originally... who was I originally?!"
Xiao Zizai leaned on the edge of the table with his hands, the blood vessels on his forearms bulged, and his face was distorted and hideous.
Suddenly, Xiao Zizai seemed to remember something, turned around, rushed out of the house, and ran towards the bamboo forest.
There was a light mist in the night. Xiao Zizai ran through the bamboo forest and came to the edge of a lake.
I don’t know if this lake is West Lake. I just see that under the moonlight, it is like a round mirror, reflecting the ink-black silhouettes of the distant mountains.
Xiao Zizai ran to the lake, knelt on his knees and looked into the water.
However, in the mirror-like water under the moonlight, a child's face was reflected.
"I... I'm a child? How could I be a child?!"
Xiao Zi punched the water, breaking the calm surface. Ripples spread out, and water droplets danced in the moonlight, and finally fell into the water, like pearls falling on a plate, making a crisp sound.
"Come again! Come again!"
Xiao Zizai washed his face with water, stared at the lake again with bloodshot eyes.
This time, the image showed a middle-aged man wearing glasses, with a face as big as a millstone and a pair of narrowed eyes, revealing a bit of shrewdness and commercialism.
"Ha!" Xiao Zizai finally revealed a look of joy and laughed wildly, "It's me! It's me! Yes, I'm wearing glasses, I remember!"
"I'm not a child! I'm not a woman! I'm not an old man!"
After laughing for a while, Xiao Zizai finally felt satisfied and stood up and walked back.
When he returned to the study, Xiao Zizai was stunned when he saw the floor covered with white papers with pictures of human faces drawn on them.
Those extremely simple portraits seemed to come alive at this moment, and vivid human faces appeared before his eyes, rushing into his eyes.
"Ah! Don't come over!"
Xiao Zizai covered his head with his hands, his eyes were so bloodshot that they seemed to be about to bleed.
"Don't come over here, or I'll kill you!"
"I'll kill you!"
Finally, the beast in his heart escaped from its cage, and the murderous intent was like a flood that could no longer be stopped.
Xiao Zizai stretched out both palms, and the power of his palms moved across the room, crushing the white papers into pieces, which finally fell like snow.
In the bronze mirror lying on the ground nearby, a Shura figure was reflected, roaring crazily...