Chapter 146 Chapter 146 The Drum of Sorrow

The next morning, when Wen Chuoyue woke up, Ling Haotian was no longer in the room.She was stunned for a while, then stood up and looked at the empty room, feeling an unspeakable emptiness in her heart.It seemed that she could still hear Ling Haotian's mournful cry in her ears, and her heart was full of sadness and bitterness: he would never forget her again in his life.When he is sad, I am by his side; when I am sad, who is by my side? Ling Haotian left Wen Chuoyue, feeling pain and shame in his heart, not knowing what he had done, nor what he was going to do in the future.He walked carelessly towards the mountain, when suddenly two monks came over and shouted: "Who dares to break into this monastery so boldly?"

Ling Haotian ignored him and walked straight up the mountain.Those two monks were originally from Shaolin, but their positions were very low, they did not participate in the Songshan Conference, so they didn't know Ling Haotian.But seeing that his eyes were red and swollen, and his expression was different, they looked at each other and held a wooden stick to stop him.Ling Haotian stretched out his hands, grabbed the stick, threw it on the ground, and walked up the mountain without looking back.The two monks were amazed to see how fast his attack was, and rushed to send a message to the mountain.Seven or eight groups of monks came out to stop him on the way, Ling Haotian didn't say a word, he drove back all the people who were in the way, and went straight to the gate of the mountain.

But he saw 18 monks standing at the door, each holding sticks at the same eyebrows, glaring at him.Ling Haotian shouted loudly and rushed forward to fight. Eighteen people shouted in unison and formed a formation to surround him.Ling Haotian just needed to fight with someone at this time, and he wanted to vent his anger, so he beat and kicked like crazy, and the eighteen people couldn't do anything to him.After beating like this for an unknown amount of time, Ling Haotian suffered from internal injuries and suffered from chest pains. When he was inattentive, he was hit in the leg with a stick, the pain piercing his bone marrow, and he fell to the ground.Three monks took advantage of the gap and jumped forward to press him down with sticks, one monk shouted: "Who is this kid, did you deliberately go up the mountain to make trouble?"

Ling Haotian closed his eyes and did not answer.Another monk said: "What are your intentions, tell me quickly, so as not to suffer flesh and blood."Ling Haotian opened his eyes and said: Why don't you kill me?The monk was stunned, Ling Haotian straightened his back suddenly, turned over and stood up, swept out his left leg, knocked down the two monks beside him, lowered his head to avoid the oncoming stick shadow, reached out and grabbed two eyebrow sticks, left and right Waving, forcing the monks to be unable to approach. Seeing that the monks were no match for him, Ling Haotian threw the two sticks on the ground and strode towards the mountain gate.The eighteen monks shouted angrily in unison and surrounded them again.Suddenly I heard a person shouting at the gate of the mountain: "Stop it quickly!"

The eighteen monks retreated immediately, Ling Haotian raised his head, but saw a middle-aged monk rushing forward, shouting: "Little San, it's you!"are you all right?It was Master Qing Zhao.Qing Zhao turned his head to the eighteen stick monks and said: This is the third benefactor of Ling Haotian Ling, he is my benefactor of Shaolin, why don't you make amends quickly? Ling Haotian was taken aback, only then did he realize that he had returned to Shaolin Temple.Qing Zhao saw that his expression was different, stepped forward and took his hand, and asked with great concern: "Little brother, how is your internal injury?"Is it okay?Ling Haotian shook his head.

Qing Zhao sighed, and said: Some people in the decent sect are narrow-minded and speak extreme words, don't take it to heart.Our Shaolin Temple appreciates your affection very much.At this time, all decent people have gone down the mountain, and the meeting is over.Don't worry, Shaolin Temple will always welcome you. Ling Haotian said: I don't remember a word of what those people said.Master Qingzhao, can I borrow an empty room in your monastery for a few days?Qing Zhao nodded, seeing that he seemed to have something on his mind that he didn't want to talk about, so he didn't ask any more questions, and personally took him to the single room behind the temple to rest.

Ling Haotian lived in Shaolin Temple for a few days, and it was the middle of September, and it was getting closer to October 18th.He knew that he would never have the courage to stand in the wedding hall to watch the ceremony, so he never went home.Qingzhao and Abbot Qingsheng were worried about his internal injuries and came to visit him in turn to heal his injuries.Ling Haotian was in a low mood, he didn't care about his internal injuries, but he didn't refuse a few monks to help him heal his injuries. After his internal injuries healed, he sat alone under the ancient pine behind the temple all day long, staring at Shaoshi Mountain in a daze until dusk.Tong Bao came over and asked, "Master Ling, do you want to use medicine stones?"Ling Haotian shook his head.Tong Bao was very worried and asked, "You didn't eat breakfast or lunch, aren't you hungry?"Ling Haotian shook his head again.

Tong Bao couldn't persuade him, so he just sighed and said: "You are hungry anytime, just call me." Not long after Tongbao left, Ling Haotian heard the sound of bells, chimes and wooden fish coming from the front hall, and knew that the monks were doing evening classes, so he got up and walked towards the main hall.Standing outside the hall, he listened to five hundred monks reciting evening class scriptures, various mantras, blessings, scriptures on Enlightenment, and scriptures on Shurangama. I pity you.Because of this karma, after hundreds of thousands of kalpas, they are always bound.My heart was shaken, I felt an unspeakable sorrow and enlightenment, I closed my eyes, put my palms together and listened quietly, but the monks in the audience had already started to recite the verses of the Shurangama Sutra, and the sound shook the hall:

Miao Zhan always holds his respect, which is rare among kings of Shurangama.If you think about it upside down for hundreds of millions of kalpas, you will only get the dharma body if you don't experience monks.May I become a treasured king if I get fruit today, and save all the constant sands like this.Dedicating this to the dust with a deep heart is called repaying the Buddha's grace.I ask the World Honored One to prove that the five turbidity and evil world are the first to enter.If a sentient being has not become a Buddha, he will not take Nihuan here.Let me attain supreme enlightenment early and sit in the dojo in the ten directions!

Ling Haotian was completely immersed in the verse, and was stunned for a moment. At the end of the evening class, it was almost midnight, and the monks filed out of the main hall and dispersed. Some went to the meditation room to sit quietly, some went to the backyard to practice, and some were busy with miscellaneous tasks. Ling Haotian seemed to still be resounding with the chanting voices of the monks in his head, and came to the Drum Tower on the west side of the corridor in a trance, and looked up to see the monk Yuan Ding preparing to beat the drum.With a thought in his heart, he suddenly jumped up the Drum Tower, and said to Yuan Ding: "Let me do it."

Yuan Ding froze for a moment, then handed over the mallet in his hand to him.Ling Haotian stood in front of the drum, calmed down, took a deep breath, stroked the drum with both mallets, and began to beat the drum.It starts slowly and sinks, gradually becomes heavier and faster, when it is heavy, it is like a stormy sea, and spring thunder breaks through the sky; , Introspection.Repeated many times before and after, the sound is exciting. The five hundred monks in one monastery stopped their work and listened in a daze. Some were awed by it and fell into meditation with the sound of the drum;The sound of Ling Haotian's drums is infiltrated with vigorous inner strength, poured into a sad and helpless state of mind, implying the realization of suffering, sublimation, and seeing through the world of mortals. Shaolin monks are famous all over the world for their martial arts and meditation, but they are all crazy about Ling Haotian's drum sound. The whole Shaolin Temple seems to be fully integrated into the drum sound, and there is only one pulse and one sound left for the monks in the whole temple.When people in temples tens of miles away heard the sound of the drum, they were all shaken by it. Everyone who heard it stood there in awe, listening intently, as if intoxicated. Ling Haotian beat for half an hour, and then stopped abruptly after a burst of drumming.His whole body was drenched with sweat, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and he seemed to see a phoenix crown and a rosy draped draped flowers and candles in front of his eyes. When he stepped down the Drum Tower from the steps, his legs felt sore and his heart ached like a cone.With a long sigh, he walked back to the meditation room.All the monks in the temple asked who the drummer was, and Yuanding told him that it was Ling Haotian, and everyone admired him in amazement. That night Ling Haotian couldn't fall asleep, he stared foolishly at the bright moon outside the window, his mind was completely blurred.Before dawn at Yinshi, the Shaolin monks had already started ringing the bell.Ling Haotian didn't eat for a day and didn't sleep all night. He came to the East Corridor in a trance, and saw a tall and thin old monk holding a bell rope in one hand and palming the other in front of his chest. He rang the bell and chanted a bell verse: May the sound of this bell surpass the Dharma Realm, and everyone in the darkness of the iron fence can hear it.Wenchen is pure and proves perfect penetration, and all sentient beings will become enlightened! At the beginning of Hong Zhong's buckle, Baogao chanted loudly.Go up to heaven and go down to hell. I wish the current emperor to rule the world; I wish all the civil and military officials below me, and I wish high blessings and wisdom. Within the three realms and four lives, each is free from reincarnation; among the nine secluded and ten categories, all are free from the sea of ​​suffering. Five winds and ten rains, the year of avoiding famine; the eastern suburbs of Nanmu, all looking forward to the day of Yao and Shun. Fighting forever, armored horses resting, defeating casualties, all born in the pure land. Birds and beasts, the snares fail to meet, the prodigal son is a lonely businessman, and he returned to his hometown early. Boundless world, forever.Far and near Tanna, increase happiness and longevity. The three gates are calm, and Buddhism is always prosperous.The dragon god of the land, the monk and the Dharma protector. Parents, teachers, six relatives, who died first in the past, went to the other side together! When he heard the words of the prodigal son returning home early, his heart was shaken and he couldn't help crying on the ground. On that day, he came to Abbot Qingsheng's room and asked the abbot to shave him. Qingsheng closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said: "Sir Ling, I heard your drumbeat last night, and felt that you have a deep root of wisdom and a deep connection with Buddhism.However, the word "love" is deeply rooted in your heart, and you are a man of temperament. The old monk thinks that you are not suitable for becoming a monk.There is a lot to do in the arena, and it is still waiting for you to achieve it. Ling Haotian thought to himself silently, and felt that Qingsheng's words were true, so he bid farewell to the abbot and left Shaolin Temple alone.