The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

The door slammed shut behind him, Su Jin's eyes were darkened, and he lost sight of everything for a moment. After a while, he slowly regained his vision. With the light projected through the crack of the door, he could see clearly what was inside. condition.Fastest novel update

When Su Jin raised his eyes, he was startled. In front of him was a Buddha statue about five or six feet high, sitting on a lotus platform, holding the magic formula in his hands and looking at him with a sinister smile. In this cramped hut, there is a big Buddha condescending in front of you, giving people a creepy sense of oppression.

Although he knew it was just a clay sculpture, Su Jin put his palms together and prostrated twice, muttering: "Amitabha, Amitabha, Buddha bless you, I will offend you today, please don't blame me, I will definitely come to offer incense and worship in the future."

Su Jin looked around, and found a small area separated by a screen, and looked around, and there was a small bed inside the screen, with plain white bedding and wooden pillows on it, it must be sleeping here during retreat.

Su Jin heaved a sigh of relief, sat on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, reached out and took out two soft cloths from his arms, picked up the teapot from the incense table in front of him and shook it, heard the sound of water splashing, so he lifted the lid, Stuffed the cloth strips into the pot and soaked them, rolled them into the nostrils, got up and climbed up the incense table, stood on tiptoe and looked face to face with the Buddha statue, then carefully removed the cloth curtain beside the Buddha statue , stepping on the thighs of the Buddha statue with both feet, turned around and moved to the back of the Buddha statue against the gap between the Buddha statue and the wall.

There is another unpainted khaki place behind the Buddha statue. Su Jin knew that it was the hollow entrance. When he pushed it slightly behind him, it turned out to be just a khaki cloth curtain.

Su Jin tried it, but the hole was too small to fit his head in. Now he was so anxious, Shan Xiang didn't know that the hole was only the size of a large tea bowl, the old monk was just kidding himself.

Su Jin thought for a while, and said: "I'm offended!" He reached out and grabbed the edge of the hole, and when he broke it hard, he heard a sound of "hula, sloppy" and a burst of dust. The entrance of the cave has become extremely irregular, a big crack almost spread to the ribs of the Buddha statue, and the soil kept falling down, and suddenly I was so scared that I was sweating profusely, and stood still.

With all the dust falling, Su Jin was already covered in dust. Now he tried the hole carefully, and found that it was much bigger. Fortunately, he was thin. If he was a fat man, he would be completely finished today. This Buddha statue can't stand it. Get up and dig out your stomach again, do it again, I'm afraid it will collapse completely.

Su Jin shrunk his head and shoulders and got into the belly of the Buddha statue. His feet were hollow and there was no place to focus on. He had to cross his feet against the bumps on both sides, and moved slowly. Finally, he found a large protruding part and moved it Where the buttocks are, it feels a little more comfortable. I put down my feet, and there is a rustling sound under my feet, like the sound of paper. I reached out and touched it, and it turned out that the belly of the Buddha statue was full.

Picking up a copy, I read it carefully in front of my eyes, and saw that on the cover were the handwritten "Surangama Sutra" in three large characters, and when I opened the book, there were blood-red small characters written in lower case. Su Jin pulled out the Blocked, trying to breathe, there was a bloody smell from the hand, and the middle man wanted to vomit; Su Jin was so frightened that he quickly reached out and dropped it, patted his chest and panted, a wisp of bloody smell lingered at the end of his nose, and quickly put the two Wet cloth balls stuffed in nostrils.

These are scriptures copied by a devout believer who used blood as ink. When the Buddha statue was consecrated, they were all stuffed into their stomachs. No wonder everyone wants to worship Buddha. With so many scriptures in their stomachs, of course they know everything. I don't know.

While thinking wildly, I heard footsteps outside the door, and Shanxiang's voice came: "Puji, this is here. This is the place where the abbots of past dynasties passed away in retreat. This old monk will open the door for you."

Su Jin froze for a moment, secretly calling it bad luck, this old man didn't say that this is the place where old monks passed away, no wonder it was eerie, it seemed like two worlds from the outside, it seems that this old monk is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he just talks Leaving half and half, saying that the Buddha statue is hollow, but not saying that no one can enter the cave, saying that this is a place of retreat, but not saying that this is also a dead house where many monks died. In short, it is dishonest, very dishonest.

The door lock creaked, the door was pushed open, and two footsteps came in, one light and one heavy, and suddenly the footsteps stopped, and Feng Huhu's voice said: "Here...why is it like this here? It's dust, look, and chunks of gray stone."

Shanxiang was dumbfounded, and suddenly remembered that the hole on the back of the Buddha statue was too small, the boy must have forcibly opened the back of the Buddha statue and got in, which made a mess, Shanxiang gritted his teeth and wanted to rush over to take the boy out of the belly of the Buddha statue He was caught out, and now he almost collapsed even the Buddha statue by mistake.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Feng Jingyao asked strangely.

Shanxiang came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, hey, it has been in disrepair for a long time, and the roof is full of sand and stones. Once a cat or mouse passes by the roof, it will rustle down. Gray stones, I am incompetent, let me The Buddha was stained with plaster, sin oh sin."

Feng Jingyao thought to himself: "Your mother is crying poor, and you plan to blackmail you?" He made up his mind and stopped talking.

Su Jin knew that Shanxiang was going round and round and scolded himself as a cat and mouse, and thought: Who told you that you are not considerate, an old bastard, it is your luck that I didn't collapse this Buddha statue.

Shanxiang wiped off the dust on the incense table with his robe sleeve, put the offerings of incense candles one by one, turned around and said: "Puji, do you really not need to be present as a teacher?"

Feng Jingyao said: "Of course not, you can go."

Shanxiang said: "First light the candles, then enter the three pillars of incense, and then you can start. Every time you repent, you need to kowtow and burn incense until the Buddha has a revelation, and you're done."

Feng Jingyao said: "What inspiration? How do I know what inspiration he has?"

Shanxiang thought for a while and said: "The revelations are all kinds of strange things, Master doesn't know what kind of revelations there will be, whether it is a strange sound, or a strange fragrance, or the Buddha statue shedding tears, or the Buddha statue sighing, all are spiritual revelations, just pay attention to it."

Feng Jingyao said: "Then what if there is no inspiration? Have I stayed here all this time?"

Shanxiang said: "There must be, unless you have something to hide, you don't need to tell the Buddha everything, for example, if you eat meat and fish, this is also a sin, but you don't have to tell the Buddha, just say what you are worried about or regret. yes."

Feng Jingyao said helplessly: "Well, I will try."

Su Jin secretly raised his thumb, Shanxiang was covering for himself, why the Buddha would have strange sounds and fragrances when he appeared, he was obviously afraid that his own voice would arouse suspicion, or that the fragrance of the few sticks of incense was different, Feng Jingyao noticed, Su Jin suddenly understood Shanxiang's brilliance. Feng Jingyao is an old man, and his indiscriminate methods are probably pediatrics in front of Feng Jingyao. Foreshadowing, Feng Jingyao is afraid that he will be aware of it immediately. Only by preconceptions and paralyzing his vigilance can it be effective.

Jiang is still old and spicy. This old monk looks friendly and quite greedy for money, but in fact he is quite calculating. Su Jin even suspected that he knew who Feng Jingyao was, but deliberately pretended not to know who Feng Jingyao was. , accepted him as an apprentice, in exchange for a large sum of money, repaired the temple, and improved his livelihood.

"Amitabha, this old monk is gone, please take care of yourself." Shanxiang said with a pun.

"Master, go slowly. If there is a spirit, I will tell you."

"Alright, the old monk is resting in the meditation room in front, if there is any inspiration, you can send a novice who grows vegetables in the garden to call the old monk."

Shanxiang walked out slowly, and lifted the wooden door with a creak. The sound of footsteps disappeared, and the room was suddenly silent.

Feng Jingyao quickly walked around the room. Behind the screen, he looked up and down the bed, and looked around the door, making sure that there was no one else around the stone house. Then he came to the Buddha statue in peace, frowning After looking at the Buddha statue for a long time, he sighed, reached out to pick up the candles and lit them, and put them on the candlesticks one by one.

Su Jin listened to Feng Jingyao's footsteps in the belly of the Buddha statue, walking around from east to west, knowing that he was checking the environment, until he heard the crackling of flint, he was secretly relieved, if Feng Jingyao had been more careful, he would lift the Buddha statue away If you look at the side curtain, you can definitely see the big hole that has been opened at a glance. Su Jin is still sitting on the edge of the hole like a frightened ostrich with most of its butt exposed.

"Amitabha, good and good, the Buddha is above, and I will be worshiped by my disciples."

Feng Huo crawled on the futon and worshiped the Buddha statue three times, inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner, turned around and sat on the futon, he didn't know how to speak for a while, he was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said in a low voice: "Disciple Pu Ji, whose lay name is Feng Jingyao, has no other choice today, and begs for the mercy of the Buddha to save his disciple from suffering."

After a pause, Feng Huhu continued: "Since you want to repent sincerely with the Buddha, then the disciple will start from the beginning, so as not to miss anything, and let the Buddha mistakenly think that the disciple is concealing it."

Su Jin pricked up his ears, not daring to breathe, and listened carefully.