I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 618 Qingtian (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

In Daoxingfang, there is a place where the Yangjiang River flows into Jiangdu City.

It is the place where the north and south ships meet, and there are many restaurants and teahouses around it. Merchants, tourists, literati and celebrities from all over the world often rest here.

There is a temple by the river, named Wacoffin Temple, which is built by the water.

There is an attic in the temple, which rises from the mountain and is named Shangyuan Tower.

You can look at Yangjiang from the mansion, and you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Yangjiang from the top of the building.

It is the most famous place in this area.

Most of the tourists and poets stop here and go upstairs.

The monks in the temple did not stop him.

Even for the convenience of tourists, they sent Zhike monks to set up tea sheds in the attic, prepared food for people to enjoy, and did not accept money.

If you have the heart, after enjoying the scenery of the river and mountains, you will burn a stick of incense in the temple.

If you don't want to, you can leave.

However, those who have the leisure to visit the riverside here are either wealthy or wealthy, or leisurely literati.

I don't care about the three melons and dates, after going downstairs, I will give some incense money.

Because of this, the incense fire in the Wacoffin Temple is not considered to be at its peak, but it has continued for years.

However, the temple is still poor, and it doesn't seem that because of the name of the attic, it has received a lot of incense money and become rich.

People who come and go have heard from neighbors that most of the incense money in the temple is used by the monks to help the poor.

The rest are also prepared in the temple, but if someone who is in distress comes to the door to ask for help, the monks in the temple will give him some money for emergency.

Therefore, the reputation of Wacoffin Temple is not considered noble, but those who know it will give it a thumbs up.

Every year on the day when Buddhism gives precepts, many people want to worship in the temple.

Or because the life is really poor, they simply shaved their heads, received precepts, entered the temple, and still had a full meal.

Or if you really have a Buddha in your heart, you want to enter the temple to practice because of the sound of the door of the Wacoffin Temple.

However, it has never been heard that there are any eminent monks, gods and gods in the Waguan Temple.

It seems that this is an ordinary temple, not an immortal sect.

At this time, downstairs in Shangyuan, there was a nun wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe, holding a dustpan and a broom, and sweeping slowly.

The dust and fallen leaves on the ground swirled gently as the broom swiped.

There is quite a bit of tranquility.

"Miao Ji."

An old voice sounded from behind her.

Miao Ji looked back, but he was a blind old monk.

Miao Ji put down the dustpan, clasped his hands together: "Abbot."

The blind old monk glanced at the broom in her hand, and sighed, "Oh, the dust in front of the door invades the flesh, and the dirt in the heart is ecstasy. You have been sweeping for so many years, but still haven't cleaned it?"

Miaoji's expression did not change, she lowered her head, and said in a calm tone: "Abbot, the hatred of killing father and husband is irreconcilable."

"If I can't find this thief and avenge my father and husband, I would like to be buried in dust."

"Ugh……"

The blind old monk sighed again and said, "It is an illusion to start all good things, and it is also an illusion to create all evil karma...that's all."

"Since you can't let go of the hatred in your heart, it will be useless for you to stay here for a long time, so go away."

Miao Ji's seemingly calm expression was inevitably taken aback, and she raised her head and said, "Abbot wants to chase away the disciple?"

"It's not me who chased you away, you are trapped in a cocoon, and no one can chase you away."

"Go away and find your enemy."

Miao Ji's eyes were a bit dazed: "I want to find my enemy every day and every night. I wish I could eat their flesh and sleep their skins, but where can I find them..."

The blind old monk clasped his hands together, a pair of black holes seemed to be bottomless, like a bottomless abyss, but looking directly into it, he seemed to be able to see a little light, which could illuminate people's hearts.

He chanted the Buddha's name lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you raise your head and open your eyes, brush away the turbidity and see the blue sky?"

"Qingtian..."

Miao Ji was sad in his heart, his eyes were blank, and his face was full of sarcasm: "The wolf is in power, the demon atmosphere is pervasive, how can the blue sky come out?"

The blind old monk shook his head and said slowly, "It's coming, it's coming."

Miao Ji finally heard what was meant in his words.

She knew that the abbot was not some kind of god, nor was he a member of the fairy sect, with monstrous mana.

But she knew very well that this blind old monk saw much more than anyone she had ever seen.

In her heart, the abbot is the real Buddhist virtuous and sage.

He devotes himself to practicing Buddhism, has no other distractions, does not cultivate mana, does not practice Taoism, but has a miracle that ordinary people cannot understand.

What he said was probably not without purpose.

Can't help but said eagerly: "I ask the abbot for guidance, where should the disciple go?"

The blind old monk said: "You can go wherever you want. Where is your heart at ease, where can't you go?"

Nun Miaoji originally wanted to say that in the world, apart from the Wat Coffin Temple, where else can she feel at ease?

But he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Since the abbot has spoken, he will not let her stay any longer.

Besides, can she really feel at ease in the Wacoffin Temple?

If she can feel at ease, why does she bother to sweep the dust and go in and out of the market every day?

The former is for peace of mind.

The latter was lucky enough to be able to hear a few words in the market, which could lead her to find her enemy.

But after more than 20 years, she has become a "know-it-all" in the eyes of many people, but she still has a little clue.

In fact, it is the supernatural power of the abbot, if she is willing to help her, she will definitely be able to find her enemy.

But the blind old monk has been chanting Buddha all his life, so although he won't stop her from taking revenge, he definitely won't help her seek revenge.

"That being the case, my disciple bids farewell to the abbot."

Nun Miaoji finally put down the broom in her hand, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the old monk, then got up, turned her back to the tile coffin temple, and left slowly.

She was alone, so she didn't need to pack anything.

……

Jiang house.

Under the double sala trees, the sound of Jiang Zhou reciting scriptures softly echoed in the courtyard.

"Purity of the original mind is the most important thing, and loyalty and filial piety are the most important things in practice, so it can be in line with the heavenly heart of Zhonghuang Baji and reach the realm of supreme purity and emptiness."

"Shou Yi, who cultivates immortals and saves people, is the most upright one in the immortal family."

"What is purity? Not to touch things; what is clarity? Not to touch things."

"Don't stain or touch, be loyal and filial."

"Sincerity and sincerity are pure and clear, and the guideline for support is always based on loyalty and filial piety."

"The pure and bright, without darkness and candles, without dust and dust, fools and wisdom all look up to it as the door to enlightenment, the road to enlightenment. Take filial piety as the standard, practice as the alchemy, and practice as the necessity..."

Jiang Zhou looked up at the sky and put down the book in his hand.

This is the "Jingming Sutra" presented to him by Taoist Taizhi.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but just read it in his spare time.

But he didn't expect that this thin book didn't have any magical powers, and he only read a little, and it would be of great help to him.

The Dharma attainments of the Pure Brightness Dao are quite different from the Daoist sect, and even from all the dharma traditions in the Immortal Sect.

People in the immortal sect, no matter Taoism or Buddhism, pay attention to being far away from the world and have few desires.

To put it bluntly, cultivating immortals and participating in Buddhism means that one must cultivate oneself to look like a human being in the end.

"Fairy" and "Buddha" are their pursuits.

Since it is not human, it does not have to be human.

Human nature is too heavy, but it is bondage.

It is Daohong people.

Jingming Dao goes the other way, and emphasizes that "human beings can promote the Tao, not the Tao can promote people".

The path he chose is also quite interesting.

Like Confucianism, they pay attention to the words "loyalty" and "filial piety".

Take loyalty and filial piety as the rope, be honest with yourself and others, just as the scriptures say: from true loyalty to filial piety, you can return to the original pure Yuanming state.

It is said that if people in the world can always use the word filial piety in the square inch, they will be faithful in words, respectful in deeds, eliminate anger and desire, correct mistakes and make good, and then they will be humane.

Then the way is enlightened by the heart, and the mystery is proved by secrets.

These things actually coincided with his recent distress, or perception, which coincided with him.

After he became a saint, he felt the difference between ordinary saints and had a hidden desire to be born, but he always had the idea of ​​not wanting to lose his humanity.

It's just that the background is too shallow. Although I have such an idea, I don't know the direction.

This "Jingming Sutra" is exactly what he needs urgently at this moment.

No wonder this old Taoist Taizhi gifted him scriptures inexplicably.

Obviously it has already been seen.

None of these monsters from the fairy sect were simple.

From this point of view, Taizhi Laodao is indeed kind.

His words of reminder are worthy of careful attention.

Fahai captured several masters from the great immortal sects, including people from Zhaixinglou. If these immortal sects would swallow their anger because "a few of them" became holy, Jiang Zhou didn't quite believe it.

He is not afraid of one or two, but these people call for friends one by one, hit the young to the old, hit this to that, hit one to two...

It's just an endless stream of big troubles, and even thinking about it gives me a headache...

　In fact, the side stories I wrote are basically related, and you should know what you have read before...

　　
　
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