surnamed Wang

Chapter 221 Living Buddha
It has been three days since Wang Bingquan and others came to Zhongzhou. During this time, they visited four or five big temples, but they couldn't find a way to make mooncakes.

Right now, a monastery called "Hanjing Temple" is already the last temple in a radius of a hundred miles.

This ancient temple with a history of nearly a hundred years is famous for an ancient well that never dries up in the temple.

It is said that even in severe drought years, the wells in the temple can still produce water.

If it was in the past, Wang Ging would definitely have to verify it when he heard this legend, but right now he has no such interest.

Along the way, Pu Wen's expression changed again and again, from full of hope at first to dejected now.

In these monasteries whose gates are higher than those presiding over the Dharma, they got the same answer.

Although the words of these hosts were varied, the meanings they expressed were surprisingly consistent—they had nothing to do, and even one of them wanted to fool a few people into offering 99 sticks of longevity incense to the mooncakes.

The price of this stick of incense is 500 taels of silver. Even a profiteer like Wang Gangquan would praise him for making money well.

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When they came to this Hanjing Temple, which was far inferior to the other five big temples in terms of the height of the mountain gate and the number of golden Buddha statues, they were stopped by the little monk who was guarding the door before they could enter the door.

"Stay here, everyone."

The young monk was not very old, about eleven or twelve years old, and he was wearing a monk's robe that was washed a little white.

"Master's uncle has an order to let the little monk take all the benefactors to see him."

"This little master, do you dare to ask Master Ling who is his uncle?" Wang Bingquan asked politely.

"Master's uncle is the younger brother who presides over the monastery, and his dharma name is Huiming." The young monk answered gently with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes.

Several people showed doubts on their faces. Before they came, they specifically inquired about the local eminent monks, but there was no one named Huiming among them.

"What does Little Master mean, Master Huiming knew we would come?" It was Park who spoke.

The little monk didn't answer, but just nodded, "Everyone, please follow me." After speaking, he glanced at the moon cakes, and then walked outside the temple.

Several people still had doubts in their hearts. When hesitating, Wang Quanquan said:

"Since Master Huiming knows we're coming, he must be an eminent monk, so it's okay to go."

Then several people followed behind the little monk.

The little monk did not lead them into the temple, but turned left and right in a forest not far from Hanjing Temple, and finally came to a hut.

After lightly knocking on the door, an old voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

"Several please come in."

The little monk gently opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Pu Wen stepped in first, followed by Wang Gangquan, followed by three women.

The furnishings in the house are simple, there is not a single Buddha statue, and an old monk with his voice is sitting quietly in the house.

The old monk showed kindness on his face, and made a gesture of please without opening his mouth.

Several people looked at each other, and finally let the main moon cake sit on the only stool left in the room.

The old monk looked at the little girl opposite, his face became more and more kind.

"What's your name?"

"Back to Master, Dayan Qiqige."

The little girl replied softly, her expression was subtle, she was not as annoying as usual, and Wang Gangquan who was watching from the side wanted to laugh.

The old monk nodded when he heard the words, and said in a calm manner:

"It turned out to be the royal family of Beitu, presumably it should be the daughter of that Dayan Agudam."

After being exposed by the old monk, the little girl Moon Cake didn't respond yet, but Pu Wen was very excited.

"The master is right. She is indeed the daughter of the Great Khan. Please save her, master."

Kneel down after speaking.

The few people around didn't stop them when they saw this, they were already used to seeing it along the way.

Although this guy didn't do anything right along the way, after arriving in Zhongzhou, he seemed to be a different person. Every time he entered a temple, he would burn incense and bow down.

Later, if Wang Gingquan hadn't stopped him, he would really be able to invite the 99 sticks of longevity incense for the mooncakes.

Seeing the real Buddha now, how could he not worship.

Seeing this, the old monk waved his hand, signaling Pu Wen not to kneel down, but the latter didn't care about this, and just bang bang bang three times, which made Moon Cake feel distressed.

Park asked how he cared about him, how could he not know his character.

When the two of them traveled to Beitu before, he was still normal, but as hope became a little bit slimmer, his face was not as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

Until later in Donghan, Moon Cake even caught him wiping tears secretly in the middle of the night.

In that scene, there was no trace of the King of the Southern Court, the General Protecting the Country. Those who didn't know it thought it was the little lady who had been wronged at her husband's house.

Now Pu Wen kowtowed his head three times without hesitation, which moved the old monk who had seen a lot of the world.

He stroked his beard and said directly without making a fuss:

"In my opinion, the benefactor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Although this time is dangerous, it can be turned into good luck."

"Master, is there a way?" Pu Wen hurriedly raised his head and asked.

"Southwest, Yunyin Temple."

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There are tens of thousands of Buddhist temples in the world, and countless famous temples, and this Yunyin Temple is one of them.

Yunyin is a large temple in the southwest, located in Qiluo, an important military town of the dynasty, adjacent to Qu Xianwei.

Although Yunyin Temple is close to Xichi, it is a typical temple in the Central Plains, and it was built by an eminent monk in the Central Plains.

Although Yunyin Temple is not as famous as Jokhang Temple, it has a history of hundreds of years and has several living Buddhas.

Unlike Western Red Tantric Buddhism, Central Plains Buddhism does not look for living Buddhas, and this temple built by eminent monks from the Central Plains is no exception.

Although there are living Buddhas who come to the world every hundred years, Yunyin Temple still insists on the theory of "fate law" and everything depends on fate.

Therefore, the living Buddhas of Yunyin Temple are different from the Western Red Mizong. They did not enter the temple when they were young, but chose to come to the temple to become a monk after a sudden "enlightenment" one day.

This also leads to a large age gap among these "living Buddhas", ranging from children under ten years old to elderly people who have passed their sixtieth birthday.

But there is one thing without exception. Since they were ordained, their Buddhist attainments have improved rapidly. Many old monks who have stayed in the monastery for decades are not as good as these half-way monks.

Among them was a Jiangyang bandit who had been rampant in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, taking countless lives on his hands.

Passing by Yunyin Temple by chance, he had an epiphany, immediately put down the butcher knife, and entered the temple to become a monk.

After that, he devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism, chanting scriptures every day to eliminate karma, and never set foot outside the temple until he passed away.

This is what the monks often say, "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately".

Of course, not everyone can become a Buddha by putting down the butcher's knife. It is often said in the world that "the country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change."

Wang Gangquan has always been skeptical about this kind of epiphany. According to what he saw, the gangster back then may not have had the idea of ​​avoiding revenge from his enemies.

As for what the living Buddha said, it is not a matter of lip service. The temple is willing to use this to enhance its reputation, and the people are also willing to listen to this strange and strange story.

However, the old monk in front of him bluntly uttered the answer, which made Wang Gangquan a little impressed.

People in Buddhism are better at playing riddles, and it's not the first time he has been taught.

This old monk with a very high seniority in the temple can directly point out the way for everyone. Compared with those who talk about hype, but actually want to empty the money pockets of pilgrims, he is more noble.

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(End of this chapter)