At the mountain gate outside Bodhi Temple, Qian Kunzi was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand. Xianfeng reported his identity: "The Taoist in Lishan asked to see Xuyun's fairy friend!"

The monk tells the news inward and the monk, Master Mingxin, went to Xuyun's щ{][1a}

Xuyun's Zen room door was wide open, and a scent of wine could be smelled from afar. On the simple cloud bed, Xuyun was half lying there, crossing his legs, shaking it very comfortably. Guangkejian's head was resting on his hands and arms, holding a one-pound jar in his right hand, taking a sip, burping, and saying, "Good wine!"

This way, I can't bear to look at it. Not to mention the great monk, even the common people in the market are very indecent.

Master Mingxin was no longer surprised. He walked in one step and politely said, "Master!"

Xuyun glanced at him with drunken eyes: "What are you doing? Want to drink?"

Master Mingxin hurriedly said, "No, I don't want to drink..."

"If you don't want to drink, why do you stare at my wine jar? Do you think my image is bad? You actually saw that I was drinking. Do you want to kill you to silence me?"

Master Mingxin: “…”

Mingxin is very confused, Master is crazy again, how swollen?

Xu Yun jumped up and sent the wine jar to Mingxin's mouth, saying, "I don't want to kill someone to silence me, I will pull you into the water!"

Master Mingxin: “…”

He hurriedly reached out to block the master's wine and meat, and his concentration was as stable as a mountain, but his cultivation level was not enough and he could not get drunk.

But the master was crazy after drinking and drinking. His martial arts were unfathomable and Mingxin could not stop it. Moreover, Mingxin reached out to block it, and Xuyun looked at him with a slanted eyes and threateningly: "I dare to block it? I will block it again and drive you out of the wall."

So, the sad Mingxin dared not stop it. Xuyun sent the wine jar to Mingxin's mouth with satisfaction, pinched his mouth, and took a big mouthful, and smiled proudly after the filling.

Mingxin had never drunk alcohol. As soon as the wine penetrated his throat, he choked and coughed. More importantly, he felt that his hard practice for more than 30 years was ruined by a sip of wine. He had always adhered to the rules and regulations, and he never dared to break it, but was forced by his master.

Mingxin was almost burst into tears. Is there such a master in the world who cheated his disciples?

His heart was blank and his eyes were almost demented.

This feeling of being forced to break the precepts made his stable and plain monk's heart suffer ten thousand points of impact.

Seeing Mingxin as if the sky was falling and the earth was sinking, Xu Yun slapped him twice on his bald head, kicking him out of the door, and scolding: "Bodhi is not a tree, but a mirror is not a platform; color is empty, and emptiness is color! I have been reciting the sutras for so long and studying the Buddha for so long, but I can only recite the book without any help. I am not as stupid as yours. Get out of here!"

Mingxin, who was kicked out of the door of the Zen room and lay on the ground: "..."

Bodhi is not a tree, nor a mirror is not a platform?

Is form empty, is emptiness?

Mingxin's face, which had just collapsed, suddenly calmed down, a light of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly got up from the ground and said, "Master!"

Xuyun said in a muffled voice: "Is the wine delicious?"

Mingxin Heshi said: "Master is attached to appearances, everything is nothing, the world is empty! How can wine come from? How can water come from? Master's teachings, Mingxin keep it in mind!"
Chapter completed!