It was already late at night, the wind was cool, and the crescent moon was like a hook.

On the west side of the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple, there is a main hall called the Sixth Patriarch Hall. On the front of the hall are five Bodhisattvas, namely Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. On both sides are the Sixth Patriarch, namely the first Zen ancestor, Huike, Huike, the third Patriarch, Daoxin, the fourth Patriarch, Hongren, and Comet Neng. The sixth Patriarch passed down from the lineage, Huineng followed Hongren, Hongren followed Daoxin, and so on, until Bodhidharma. The scene in the hall is called the Sixth Patriarch worshiping Guanyin.

On the cushion in the hall, there was a monk kneeling at this time. He was twenty-three or four years old. His monk's robe was pure and unblemished, but he looked extremely ugly, with cross-eyed eyes, noses facing the sky, wind-catching ears, and a row of domineering buck teeth, like a fence beside a well, ugly and professional, and not perfunctory at all.

The monk's face was as pale as paper, and there was sweat oozing out from his forehead. He was hunched over and pressed his hands on the ground, as if he was about to collapse at any time.

In the past few days, he felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he had no strength to speak. His soul seemed to be peeled off from his body at any time and could not be grasped. He had also been to the hospital for examination several times, but to his disappointment, he had no problem at all.

He had a strong premonition in his heart that he wanted to leave this world, as if he did not belong to this world at all, because he often had the same dream, dreaming that he came from another world, and that world had gods and immortals, which was different from here.

The monk bowed his body and bowed three times, but he was angry but not strong: "Several Bodhisattvas, patriarchs, disciples may be dying. I feel that they can't hold on tonight. Thanks to the Buddhists for taking in disciples for so many years, the disciples have no choice but to kowtow to the Prime Minister. The disciples originally wanted to go to the Main Hall to say goodbye to the Buddha, but the disciples estimated that the Buddha must be very busy every day, so they dare not disturb them, so they could only whisper here. If the Bodhisattvas are also very busy, please don't be surprised. The disciples are just a speck of dust in the world, coming with the wind and leaving with the wind. It's not worth worrying. Death is the first to be respectful!"

After saying that, he bowed three times again. Just as he was about to get up and leave, a loud and loud voice came from an unknown corner of the hall: "You should leave too!"

The monk was startled and looked around, but found that there was no one else in the hall. He thought, "Can it be a haunted?" Then he thought that this place was a major Buddhist place. Apart from perverts, who dared to be so arrogant and didn't want to live anymore? He plucked his courage and said, "Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Come out for the Buddha!"

The man said, "It's me, Bodhidharma!"

The monk quickly turned his head and looked at the Buddha statue of Bodhidharma. He was shocked. He saw that the Buddha statue seemed to be alive. His eyes were full of anger. A golden light shone out in the Buddha's body, and his Dharma image was solemn. The monk could not believe his eyes, and he was frightened in his heart. He hurriedly said, "Disciple does not know that the ancestor appears, and he speaks without saying anything. Please forgive me!"

Bodhidharma said calmly: "You don't have to be anxious, I'm not making things difficult for you."

When the monk heard this, he let out a long sigh, and hurriedly said, "Save me by the ancestor!"

Bodhidharma said: "Why?"

The monk said, "I am now out of breath and feel that I will die at any time. Since my birth, I have been committed to doing good deeds. I was young and ignorant, and I couldn't control myself. I occasionally stole a little fish, but I never did anything bad. I hope the ancestor will be careful and give the disciple a chance to reform myself. I promise that I will strictly abide by the rules and regulations in the future, and I will be dedicated to the Buddha, and I hope that the ancestor will save me."

Bodhidharma said lightly: "You will not die."

If this sentence was spoken from the doctor, he might still be suspicious, but the Buddha in front of him who is a Buddha, who dominates sentient beings, naturally would not deceive him. The monk was ecstatic and hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank you for your help! But the disciple was confused. Since the disciple will not die, why would he not be angry? Is it because of the deficiency? It is so weak, should you buy some tonic medicine to supplement it?" He didn't dare to say whether to stew some chicken soup to supplement it?

Bodhidharma said: "You don't have to force that what you see, what you hear, what you feel is just a dream."

The monk's heart trembled and said, "Disciple knows that it is wrong. The disciple is attached to appearances. All appearances are not appearances, and everything is a dream!"

Bodhidharma said: "What I am talking about is not Zen. What you see and hear on the earth is indeed just a dream!"

The monk was confused and said, "Is the ancestor kidding his disciples? He has been living here since he was born. I remember clearly every day. How could he have had such a long dream? Besides, if this is really a dream, why did the ancestor appear in my dream? Is the ancestor also an illusion created in my dream?"

Bodhidharma said: "The reason why I can appear in your dream is because my dream was created by me. I exhausted my remaining energy and tear the void, so that you have had this dream for more than 20 years. For your dream, I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years. Although this is your dream, everything in the dream is real. Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, is it your dream that fictions this world or this world that fictions your dream? All the truth will be known when you wake up."

The monk heard it a little big, as if he was really dreaming, and was in a fog, and said, "Who will the disciple be when he wakes up?"

Bodhidharma said: "Who is me before I was born, who was I when I was born. I am when I grew up, and who is the one who was vaguely closed? Who is you who you want to be."

The monk said, "I heard it more and more confused. What is the matter of the ancestor who put so much effort into making the disciple dream?"

Bodhidharma said: "Save Buddha!"

The monk said in a daze: "Save Buddha? Are the ancestors kidding their disciples? Everyone in the world asks for Buddha to save him, so why do Buddhas need me to save him?"

Bodhidharma said: "The Buddha's Dharma has fallen into trouble!"

The monk said in surprise: "You mean Buddha Lord?"

Bodhidharma said: "The Buddha and I whom the people in the world see are just a clone of our bodies. Our deity is not here, and it is helpless that we come to this spiritually unconscious land."

The monk said, "Then where are you locked up?"

Bodhidharma said: "You will know in the future."

The monk thought to himself, who is so powerful that he even defeated the Buddha Lord? When he encounters such a godlike figure, he can't save him, and he dares to overestimate his ability to save others? Then he doesn't even know how to die. He said, "But I have the heart but I don't have enough strength! I have the heart to save you, but I am only an ordinary person and I can't do anything. How can I save you?"

Bodhidharma said: "Who said you can't do anything? Haven't you studied all the Yijin Jing and the 72 Shaolin skills I left behind?"

This is true!

Although the monk is ugly, his identity is not ugly. He is the illegitimate son of the Shaolin abbot. The monk treats his son more than ordinary people. He is so fond of him that he is so fond of, and he invites the stars and the moon to ask for it. Therefore, for him, Shaolin Temple is just like his own family, and he goes wherever he wants. The Sutra Pavilion is almost forbidden for others, but for him, it is no different from his study. He takes whatever books he wants, and can even take it to school to read.

The monk said in surprise: "Is this a magic sword?"

Bodhidharma said: "The sword is in the demon's hand, it is the demon sword. The sword is in the Buddha's hand, it is the Buddha's sword. Sometimes killing people is saving people, and sometimes saving people is killing people. Buddha and demon are originally in a thought, right and wrong, and it is not something that a sword can tell clearly. As long as you remember, there is no demon in your heart, there will be no demon in the world."

The monk said, "Disciple has received teachings."

Bodhidharma said "hmm" and saw that the Heaven-Control Sword suddenly turned into a stream of light, inserted into the monk's head, and disappeared invisible in an instant.

The sword entered the body, like a stone causing a thousand layers of waves. The monk felt the blood in his body boiling and his soul trembled. Then his eyes turned black and he lost consciousness and fell softly.

Bodhidharma waved his right hand gently and said, "Go, young man! I hope I can see you at the end of the Tao."
Chapter completed!