surnamed Wang

Chapter 240 Yunyin Temple

Wang Gangquan and his entourage walked up the steps just like they did when they went to Gujing Temple, and arrived in front of the mountain gate of Yunyin Temple.

Perhaps the legend of the Living Buddha is too vivid, even though the southwest is sparsely populated, Yunyin Temple is still full of incense.

Looking at the mountain gate with the word "Yunyin Temple" hanging on it, Moon Cake hesitated and said:

"Here... looks very familiar."

"Is it possible that you are not familiar? How many temples have you traveled along the way?" Wang Bingquan said casually.

The little girl stopped talking after hearing the words, and walked through the door with everyone.

As soon as they entered the door, they were stopped by a middle-aged monk in cassock. Before they could open their mouths, the monk said:
"A few, please come with me."

"This temple business is really skilled."

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan muttered in a low voice, obviously he regarded the other party as the kind of monk responsible for escorting pilgrims.

The monk in cassock clasped his hands together, walked slowly ahead, and led several people away from the main road.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the crowd, Pu Wen couldn't help being curious and said:

"Master, where are you taking us?"

On the way before coming here, Pu Wen was ready to bleed heavily, as long as he could save the moon cakes, all the money left on his body could be donated to the temple.

The monk chanted the Buddha's name, and then said:
"Today, the statue of Venerable Jianglong in the Arhat Hall suddenly lit up with Buddha's light, and the abbot ordered me to go out to welcome the guests."

"Bright Buddha light?"

The few people were confused when they heard it, and it must be some kind of cryptic statement, so they didn't ask carefully, and just kept silent and followed the monk's pace.

Yunyin Temple is built towards the east. As soon as you enter the gate, you will see a lotus pond. Since the autumnal equinox has passed, all the lotus leaves in the pond have withered at this moment, leaving only the lotus pods that are full of ponds.

In addition to an aisle across the lotus pond, there are also long corridors in the north and south of the lotus pond, in which there are vajra warriors with angry eyes.

The wrestler holds a steel whip and a belt floating like a real god descending into the world. The reason why it was built like this is said to be to deter evil spirits.It's not clear whether Xie Chong has been intimidated enough, anyway, most people will feel panic when they see it.

At the end of the two corridors are the Bell Tower and the Drum Tower. The Bell Tower is located on the north side, and the Drum Tower is located on the south side. The so-called "morning bell and evening drum" comes from this.

Between the bell tower and the drum tower is a magnificent palace of heavenly kings.

Everyone originally planned to skip the Hall of Heavenly Kings and go directly to the center of the temple, but Pu Wen was so sincere that he insisted on paying homage to the Hall of Heavenly Kings. Waiting for the other party to pay homage.

After paying homage to the Hall of Heavenly Kings, Pu Wen's pockets were a bit deflated. After smiling awkwardly at a few people, he continued to walk westward along the path in the temple.

Under the leadership of the middle-aged monk, the five people came to a square, which is the center of the entire Yunyin Temple and the place where the palaces are most dense.

Since Yunyin Temple was built by monks from the Central Plains, the overall layout is also a typical Central Plains temple structure.

On the north side of the central square are the Guest Hall, the Hall of Pharmacists, and the Hall of the Reclining Buddha, and on the south side of the square are the Ancestral Hall and the Hall of Guanyin.

On the east side is the Heavenly King Hall that several people have already seen, and on the west side is the most important Daxiong Hall in the temple, which is also the limit that ordinary pilgrims can reach.

Pu Wen walked all the way, he entered every temple and worshiped every Buddha. Now that he arrived at his destination, naturally no one would be left behind.

He smiled apologetically at several people and started his way of worship.

Several people had long been familiar with his behavior, but it was the first time for the middle-aged monk to meet such a pious and generous pilgrim.

Seeing the other party paying homage so earnestly, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but soften his eyes on Pu Wen, and even thought in his heart that this person might be the predestined person who caused the Buddha's light.

After Pu Wen paid homage to several Buddhist temples one by one, he turned around and found that the guiding monk was looking at him approvingly. He scratched his head, feeling a little dazed.

Going west after bypassing the Daxiong Palace is the backyard of Yunyin Temple, which is also an area where ordinary pilgrims cannot set foot.

In the middle of the backyard, there is a lonely Buddhist hall with a plaque of "Arhat Hall" hanging on it, and only one statue of Arhat is enshrined in it.

When they got closer, several people found that there was another plaque hanging under the three-character plaque of "Arhat Hall", on which the four characters "Lingjiu Xilai" were written in a flying manner.

These four characters are written casually and freely. Although they are not as solemn and majestic as other plaques in the temple, they faintly reveal a mysterious meaning.

Seeing everyone staring at the plaque, the middle-aged monk explained:

"Oh Amitabha, this plaque was not made by master calligraphers, but was written by the previous living Buddha of this temple, and it has a history of a hundred years now."

Wang Gangquan was interested when he heard this, and asked:
"May I ask Master, is the folk story about this Living Buddha true or false?"

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly when he heard the words. Obviously, this was not the first time someone asked this question. He calmly said:

"The poor monk has also heard about these things, and most of them are false rumors that are not credible.

However, Master Uncle did do a lot of things that benefited the people. If there were any miracles, it would be that there was a mountain torrent one year, and Master Daoji stopped the torrent with his own strength and saved the entire village. "

"..."

The few people were so shocked that they stopped the mountain torrent with the power of one person. This must be the trick of a god.

"Wait here for a while, the poor monk will invite the abbot brother."

When several people were shocked, the middle-aged monk turned and left.

"It is said that this living Buddha is the reincarnation of the subduing dragon Arhat, so I have to pay my respects."

Pu Wen said, and walked forward.

"Count me in."

Wang Gangquan also stepped into the hall for the first time, and knelt down in front of the Arhat statue.

"What are these two doing?"

Yan Rongrong asked about the mooncake on the side, but the latter shook his head, also confused.

"I beg Arhat to make the mooncake heal." Pu Wen prayed sincerely.

"I beg Arhat to restore my cultivation base, make me rich, marry dozens of beautiful concubines, and..."

Wang Quanquan's prayer did not show any sincerity.

……

When the two were paying homage, an old monk tremblingly walked to the entrance of the Arhat Hall with the support of a middle-aged monk.

The old monk was over ninety years old, and he was not wearing a gorgeous cassock, but just an ordinary monk's clothes that could no longer be plain, but his eyes revealed a brightness that shouldn't be there at this age.

The old monk stood there quietly, looking at the five people not far in front of him, without moving for a long time.The little girl moon cake felt a little bit, but when she turned her head, she saw the old man was silent with tears in his eyes, his expression was very childlike.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said softly:
"Quiet crazy, you're getting old."

"Master..."

The old man opened his mouth tremblingly, tears streaming down again.

The little girl closed her eyes and passed out.

……

"Master, master, you are really powerful. You can stop such a big mountain torrent with just raising your hand."

A young monk in his early ten years was looking excitedly at a sloppy old monk.

The little novice was talking non-stop, and he kept making gestures with his hands to imitate the scene of the old monk raising his hand to block the boulder.

The old monk lay lazily sleeping on a boulder, and did not bother with the noisy disciples.

Just last night, the two masters and apprentices who went down the mountain for alms passed through a village. Unexpectedly, it happened to be heavy rain.

That family is still Buddha, so they couldn't help but prepare delicious vegetarian dishes for the two of them, and even gave up the bed where they slept to the old and the young.

The little novice wanted to decline, but unexpectedly, the master lay down on the bed unceremoniously, and then there was a snoring sound.

The little monk had no choice but to thank the couple in front of him, and then lay down on the bed.

After sleeping until midnight, there was a sudden rumbling sound outside the house, like thunder rolling in the sky, and like the earth shaking and mountains shaking.

The little monk was awakened by the sound and found that the whole room was moving. Looking back, the master who was lying on the bed had disappeared.

"Master, where are you?"

The little monk yelled and pushed open the door. With the flickering thunder, the little monk was shocked by the scene in front of him and stayed where he was.

His master, who was unkempt and unruly, was standing at the foot of the mountain at the moment, looking seriously at the flood and boulders rolling down from the mountain.

The little monk wanted to remind the master to run quickly, but because he was too frightened, he couldn't open his mouth no matter what, and could only watch helplessly.

At this moment, he saw the master raised his right hand, pointing at the gigantic boulder that was holding a thousand weights.

Just a finger from afar, the huge boulder is as if being fixed in place, motionless, even the rushing flood stopped in mid-air with this finger, the scene is like the Milky Way hanging in the nine heavens Up but not down.

The little monk stood there blankly, with both surprise and joy in his eyes. It turned out that the rumors were true, and the master was really the reincarnation of the Buddha, with supreme supernatural powers.

……

"Master, how did you do that finger? Teach me."

The young monk climbed up the boulder and squatted beside the old monk in patchwork clothes, blocking the sunlight that shone on the other's face.

The old monk turned over and threw out a gourd.

"Go get some wine for the teacher, by the way, buy a roast leg of lamb by the way."

"Master, you'd better drink less. Master Jiansi has already made it clear that if you continue to drink and eat meat, he will expel you from the temple."

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. If he can see through this at some point, he will not be far from becoming a Buddha."

The old monk muttered.

The little monk took the opportunity to ask:
"Master, do you think I can become a Buddha?"

The old monk opened his eyes for the first time, glanced at the little apprentice, and then closed them again.

"I think Xuan, unless you, like me, drink alcohol and eat meat, can you have the slightest hope of becoming a Buddha."

"Master, I don't study much, so don't lie to me.

Why are you different from living Buddhas in other temples?I think they all stayed in the temple and chanted sutras until they passed away, and they didn't drink alcohol or eat meat. "

The little monk scratched his bald head and asked the puzzlement in his heart.

"Can they be the same as a teacher? A teacher can break mountains and torrents with one finger, can they do it?"

"Hey, that's right, oh by the way, master, when will you teach me this move?"

"Go, go, I've said it all, call me back the wine first."

"Oh…"

The little monk was reluctant, this matter was really difficult for him, it was normal for a child to help the adults in the family drink, but he was a monk, every time he went to drink, he would inevitably be questioned, even if he was not asked Someone pointed.

The old monk basking in the sun with his eyes closed seemed to see the doubts in the young apprentice's heart, and said:

"Being a person, doing things, and being a monk, don't be too rigid. If you care about other people's eyes everywhere, then you will never become a Buddha in your life. To become a Buddha, you must first forget things, and then forget yourself."

"Master, can I say something?" the little monk hesitated.

"Say."

"I think what you said is all nonsense."

Unexpectedly, not only was the old monk not angry when he heard the words, but he burst out laughing, "Hahaha, isn't this very good? You are very enlightened in quitting dementia."

"Uh... I'd better get a drink."

The young monk gradually went away, and the old monk also opened his eyes.

……

Along the way, it was the first time that Moon Cake fell into a coma. At this moment, Pu Wen was walking around the Arhat Hall like an ant on a hot pot, and the floor tiles were nearly worn away by him.

Finally, the little girl opened her eyes leisurely, and looked around with some doubts.

This time she felt that she had slept for a long time and had a long dream. She dreamed that she had become an old monk and was reasoning with a young monk.

"Great, you're finally awake."

Pu Wen knelt down in front of Moon Cake, with a lot of tears and snot, and the old monk from before also came to the side with a smile on his face.

The little girl looked at the old man strangely, always feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity with him.

The old monk, who was over ninety years old, had a calm face, deep eyes, and said slowly:
"The poor monk already knew about the situation of the benefactor, and he should have died if he took advantage of others."

Speaking of this, the old monk paused and his eyes softened, "But because the benefactor is the reincarnation of the Buddha, the luck is endless, so the phenomenon of suspended animation has formed."

Hearing this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help interjecting:

"Wait, Master, you say this little girl is the reincarnation of the Buddha? That is what you often call the Living Buddha?"

The old monk nodded slightly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

If these words hadn't come from this old abbot, who was regarded as an eminent monk, Wang Gangquan would have made a poisonous oath like "If she were a living Buddha, I would dip the futon on the ground and eat it".

Park Wen on the side didn't seem surprised. After all, when he and Moon Cake met for the first time, he saw something like a colorful glow from behind her. At that time, he thought it was his own illusion, but it should be true after first thinking about it.

Furthermore, if it wasn't for the reincarnation of a god, how could it be possible to resist the fatal blow for himself dozens of miles away.

So he asked:

"Dare to ask Master, is there a remedy?"

The old monk nodded, "As long as you become a monk in this temple and rebuild your luck, you can recover without medicine."

"But she is a little girl, can she become a monk in your monastery?"

The old monk still smiled and nodded, "My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings, regardless of men, women, young or old, snakes, insects, rats and ants. The so-called clear rules and precepts are just a means of self-restraint and should not become a shackle of practice."

"The master spoke very well!"

Pu Wen showed excitement, although he didn't know if Moon Cake would still have the possibility of getting married after becoming a monk, but for now the most important thing is to save his life.

"To become a monk, do I need to be shaved?"

Although Moon Cake is young, she also loves beauty. At this moment, she softly asked her most concerned question.

The old monk was taken aback when he heard the words, then he understood, and comforted him:
"That's natural, but the benefactor doesn't have to worry. After you rebuild your luck and turn the blood lotus on your arm into a golden lotus, your life will be safe. If you want to return to vulgarity, this temple will not stop you."

Park Wen also hurriedly said at this time:

"Don't be afraid of Moon Cake, at worst, I will also be ordained and become a monk with you."

The little girl bit her lips lightly, tears rolled in her eyes, and after a long time, she nodded heavily.

……

(End of this chapter)