"Not everything you want to forget can be forgotten. There are generally three types of things in the human brain that cannot be erased: things that must be forgotten, things that must be rembered, and things that even you yourself don’t know how to forget.
The first type, the more you need to forget, the deeper it becos etched in your mory, and it can even drive people mad. anwhile, the second type, the things that need to be forgotten, are often quickly erased by many, but the most vexing to deal with are those of the third kind. The more they are ignored, the deeper they hide in the corners of the mind, springing out unexpectedly to strike a heavy blow.
If Zen cultivation could erase all these, Ye Tian would truly be at ease.
Seeing Ye Tian lost in thought, the Great Zen Master said softly, "The essence of Zen cultivation lies in thorough understanding. If you can’t grasp it, entering is like a dead end." Having said that, the Great Zen Master picked up a yellow-covered scripture from the cushion he was sitting on and started reading. The archaic cover exuded an ancient aura.
"I actually want to go in."
Suddenly, a two-inch sharpness appeared between the fingers. This was the Second Finger of Panchen Finger, also the most vast and incomparable spirit of all, capable of withstanding the Skysword in the Dark Space, enough to imagine how terrifying the Second Finger of Panchen Finger was.
However, Ye Tian kept thinking there seed to be sothing missing in Panchen Finger. Despite its imnse power, for him, it was always like a speck of dust on a Phoenix—there was always a trace of regret.
But what exactly was missing, he couldn’t say clearly. The more he thought about it, the more he struggled desperately in the dead end of his thoughts. Simply put, he stopped thinking about it.
"What scriptures are so interesting?"
Seeing the Great Zen Master absorbed in reading the scriptures, not showing the usual solemnity seen in others when reading, but instead, his eyebrows were relaxed, and he even seed a bit jubilant.
Ye Tian walked over, the Great Zen Master belatedly realized and tried to hide the scripture, but Ye Tian had already seen through it.
Hidden beneath the ancient cover was a Forbidden Book filled with explicit illustrations.
Ye Tian collapsed, "Great Zen Master, can you tell what Zen are you actually cultivating?"
"Great Freedom Zen."
"Hehe, then the followers of this Zen must not be few, right? This is the first great Zen in the world!"
Finally, the Great Zen Master’s facade beca a bit difficult to maintain, "Hehe, the way of effortless effort, do not fuss too much about these."
The Great Zen Master sat on the cushion under the thatched hut, while Ye Tian sat on the wooden steps, three levels of steps, resting his buttocks on the third level, his feet on the ground, supporting his chin with one hand, twisting his neck watching the old Zen Master diligently practicing "Great Freedom Zen."
"Aren’t you afraid of spoiling your reputation if soone sees this?"
When the rustic cover was removed, revealing the white pages inside, the Great Zen Master picked his nose and wiped it on his foot, completely lacking the solemnity and severity he had when eting others or at first appearance, "What does it matter if soone sees? I’m just a person."
"Shouldn’t a Buddha abstain?"
"A Buddha, too, is human. Humans have emotions and desires, why can’t a Buddha? Besides, I’m just an old man, not yet qualified to be a Buddha. That dogma is of no use to ."
This is a grave irreverence!
"Aren’t you afraid of being discovered by the temple..."
"I’m just a person, I follow my own Zen, unconstrained by others. If the faithful see, I am still myself; if the temple discovers, I will still practice my Zen. Zen is all about cultivation, without which there is no Zen. Everyone is free; why endure hardships unnecessarily? The books hold no Buddha."
Ye Tian was dumbfounded.
In an instant, the space between heaven and earth beca clear. Although the early morning sun was still suppressed by the clouds, it finally broke through. Only half of the sun emitted light, the other half hidden behind the clouds. To Ye Tian, this seed to carry a special significance.
Ye Tian stood up, looked down at the earth, walked slowly, each step firm and steady. Suddenly, a colorful butterfly fluttered past right in front of him, leading his attention along as it moved through the air, and unexpectedly, ahead was a large spider web.
Yet without speeding up, his steps were even slightly disordered, but dust rose from the ground and settled back down. In this short ti, Ye Tian had already gently clutched the butterfly’s wings between two fingers, with the expansive spider web just inches away.
The other half of the sun finally leaped out, directing a ray of golden light squarely onto Ye Tian, engulfing this young man who captured the butterfly in eight steps within its light.
The Great Zen Master smiled slightly, pressed his palms together, "Great Freedom Bodhisattva, true Zen lies in stillness, not motion."
The butterfly quietly flew away, Ye Tian looked up as it ascended into the Sky. Although he was still unsure whether there was a Third Finger in the Panchen Finger, it seed his Zen was profoundly cultivated.
"Old man, do you think I have achieved my Zen?"
"Zen realm has Small Zen, Great Zen, Old Zen, Human Zen, Earth Zen, and Sky Zen six realms. Cultivating Zen is no more than two types: cultivating oneself or others. Your cultivation is just at the level of Small Zen Realm, not even understanding yourself and yet you have the audacity to ask if you have succeeded, aren’t you ashad?"
Ye Tian, unconvinced, looked up at the rising sun, sowhat proud, "Anyway, I think I’m pretty aweso."
The old Zen Master rolled his eyes.
...
eting Brother Tang was scheduled in two days, but he ca a day earlier, or more precisely, was forced to co a day earlier.
After chatting with the Great Zen Master for nearly a day, when Ye Tian stepped out, he encountered Tang San, who appeared rather restless and uneasy, not looking very good.
"Brother Tang, what brings you here?"
Suddenly slapped on the back, Tang San jolted, and turning to see it was Ye Tian, beads of sweat finally rolled down his tense face. "Mr. Liu, I finally found you. Is it convenient for you to talk now?"
Ye Tian glanced around; it was the afternoon, and the tourists had not dispersed yet. It was sowhat inconvenient to speak here, and since Tang San was urgently looking for him, it must be sothing important.
"Brother Tang, let’s step aside to talk."
Nepal is never short of temples, thus known as the city of temples, but equally nurous are the coffee shops in the streets and alleys, reportedly operated during the British Royal Family’s rule – all because a little princess in the Royal Family fancied drinking coffee and also because there was a Prince who adored her, willing to spend so money to build a few coffee shops for a smile.
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