Open life and be forced to become a good person

Chapter 339

The East District Temple is on the outskirts of City S.

It is less than an hour away from S city.

The incense in this temple is quite strong, and there are people coming and going.

The person who greeted the guests at the door was a young novice monk, who looked young, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

A smiling face, looking very pleasing.

When Song Yuan just arrived at the gate of the temple, the little monk came over.

"Female benefactor, you are polite."

"Hello!"

Song Yuan said hello.

It has been swept away from this Shami.

how to say?

She looked like a very ordinary little monk, but it just made her feel a little weird.

But his aura was bright.

And there is no black and gray color.

"Female benefactor, burn incense in the front hall. A tall incense stick is 50 yuan, and ordinary incense is [-] yuan. Of course, worshiping Buddha is the heart, and it doesn't matter if you burn incense or not!"

The little novice said with a smile.

"Then since what is looking at is the heart, I naturally want to see if it is sincere. If it is not fragrant, is it not enough sincerity?"

"Then it depends on what the benefactor herself thinks?"

The little novice still smiled.

"Hey, little monk, then I have one last question."

"Female benefactor, please tell me!"

"What kind of Buddha are you worshiping here? Is it Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, or other Bodhisattvas? Or where did the evil spirits come from!"

As soon as Song Yuan spoke, he saw the little novice's eyes narrowed slightly. The movement was not very big. If Song Yuan hadn't been staring at him, he wouldn't have noticed it!

"The benefactor really likes to joke, this is a temple, how could she worship evil spirits!" The little monk seemed to be delighted by Song Yuan's words, raised his hand, covered his mouth, and laughed a few times!
"It's true, how could there be evil spirits in the temple! Those must be nonsense!"

"Those people?" the little monk asked. "I don't know if you can tell me, who are they?"

"This—" Song Yuan rolled his eyes around.

"Those people—of course they are people who come to pray to gods and worship Buddha. They say that there are evil spirits in your temple, and these evil spirits will occupy people's bodies."

The little novice frowned.

"Don't listen to these people talking nonsense, benefactor. These are all nonsense. This temple is definitely a decent temple."

"Oh—then take me to have a look."

"Benefactor, this way please."

From the beginning to the end, the expression on the little novice's face did not change much.

That smiling face is like a mask.

This temple is not much different from other temples.

As soon as you walk into the gate, you can see a huge triangular incense burner.

The incense burner is filled with incense.

It is enough to see that the incense in this temple is still at its peak.

"There are quite a lot of people here."

"Sincerity is spirit."

The little novice chanted the Buddha's name again.

However, the little novice also sent her to the incense burner, "Almsgiver, the poor monk has to guard the door. Donor, please do what you want."

The little novice walked back slowly, and then stood in the same position as before, exactly the same.

Song Yuan: "?"

This little novice is weird.

Song Yuan took a stick of incense casually.

cheapest.

200 yuan per pillar is too expensive for her.

To be honest, she didn't want to waste money at all, "Apart from these, is there any cheaper one?"

"Little girl, sincerity is true."

The old lady selling incense glanced at her, "The cheapest one is 50 yuan, there is no cheaper one."

"My heart is gradually full of sincerity, but I am too shy."

Song Yuan sighed, "I hope the Bodhisattva inside can bless me to make a fortune and make a fortune."

Hearing Song Yuan's words, the old lady couldn't help but glance at her again.

"Little girl, people here are all seeking wisdom, not wealth. If you are seeking wealth, you should go to the God of Wealth Temple not far in front. You are seeking wealth there."

"But I've already bought all the incense—"

"It doesn't matter. The incense is the same. My husband sells incense at the Temple of Fortune. You can just take this and it will work just the same."

The old lady spoke in awkward Mandarin.

The smile on her face was quite simple and honest, but what she said would make the Bodhisattva inside want to drive her away.

"Let's forget it, we've already come in, it's better to pay respects sincerely." Song Yuan strode in holding the incense stick.

The old lady hummed, and continued to entertain the next guest.

There are already many people kneeling in the hall.

They held incense one by one, cheap or expensive, and chanted their mouths, unintentionally praying to the Bodhisattva above to bless their family members to become smart and successful in their studies.

Among them was a woman in her thirties, kneeling beside her was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen.

The girl is a little fat, she looks quite round, but she is very cute.

She was watching her mother praying to Buddha with a speechless face.

"Bodhisattva bless, I hope my daughter can get a good grade in the exam this time and be admitted to the ideal high school."

"Xiaoxi, hurry up and pay homage to the Bodhisattva, so that he can bless you."

"Mom, let's forget it. I think it's better to study hard if I have this time to pray to Buddha."

Already wasted a morning.

Du Xiaoxi looked a little dissatisfied. "If I knew you were going to bring me here, I would definitely not come."

"I wasted a morning, and I have already finished two exam papers."

"That's not the case. Well, isn't it all written in the book? This reading is a combination of work and rest. You can't hide at home and read every day, you have to go out for a walk!"

"Then you shouldn't take me to the park, to the playground to play, what is it like to bring me here!"

Du Xiaoxi frowned, "Besides, this Bodhisattva looks weird!"

It's really weird.

This Bodhisattva looks a bit like the Broad-eyed Bodhisattva, but it is a little different.

In particular, the Bodhisattvas in ordinary temples are all benevolent and kind-hearted, but he looks different. He looks quite—— fierce.

The clothes on his body are also a little strange, even if the color is weird, and the style is also weird.

But if she really wanted to tell her where the blame was, she couldn't tell.

"Don't talk nonsense, how can you be rude to Bodhisattva, apologize quickly." Hearing her daughter say such words, Mother Du hurriedly pulled her daughter to kowtow.

"What if the Bodhisattva gets angry?"

"Didn't she say she was merciful? If that's the case, how could she be angry with me, unless it's for fame—"

"You child, why are you so ignorant, the more you talk, the more you go too far!"

"I think what she said is right. Bodhisattvas are merciful, and they will definitely not be angry with little brats. But what if this is not a Bodhisattva?"

"What are you talking about? Donors can't talk nonsense—"

(End of this chapter)