With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 107 Secret
  People coming and going outside the city are still the same as when they first arrived.

Li Zhen clasped his hands behind his back, like a retired cadre.

Walk all the way and watch all the way.

Slowly, we arrived at the gate of the martial arts academy in the city.

At the same time, I also saw the Songzi Guanyin Temple, which is just across the street from it.

It's not too big, but it's very lively with people coming and going.

According to Feng Chong, this place was just an ordinary house a few years ago.

It was still the caravan leader who paid for it and built it into a temple.

However, in just over a year, it has become a climate.

Li Zhen stood on the street and counted quietly.

It only takes a quarter of an hour.

More than a dozen people came here to burn incense and pray for blessings.

It is enough to see that the Guanyin Temple has a good reputation in this city.

Ordinary people also have enough trust in it.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He detected a hint of unusual smell in the smell of fireworks floating in the sky.

Get rid of distractions from sight.

Use what he has learned along the way to use his "heart" to observe everything in the world.

Hazy, in darkness.

Li Zhen seemed to see a variegated cloud of incense above the temple.

Unable to be dispersed by the wind, they remain as one.

It's inexplicably familiar, yet somehow different.

It was a little different from what attracted me to that portrait.

Therefore, he was not sure that this thing was the so-called incense.

Ever since, he opened his eyes.

Start looking at this temple seriously.

Cross the street and stand directly in front of the temple.

Look up and stare.

The splendid plaque has five large gilt characters written on it:

Send son to Guanyin Temple!
  Apart from being too lavish and a little worldly.

It seems that there is nothing unusual.

However, you can’t tell anything just by looking at the surface.

If you want to know more deeply, you still have to go in and explore it carefully.

There is no doubt that this is what Li Zhen thinks.

only.
  Just as he was about to take a step, he followed the people beside him and entered.

Suddenly he looked down at his clothes and took back his steps.

Although there has never been a saying in this world that Taoist priests cannot visit monk temples.

But if he just walked in like this.

It seems, seems, probably.
  It's a little bit impolite.

Moreover, if he was immediately noticed by the monk inside.

Some things will become difficult to do.

blinked.

Li Zhen stepped back.

He turned around and walked into a side alley as if nothing had happened.

Unnoticed.

The figure flashed and disappeared.

inside the temple.

Countless incense candles were burning in the large bronze incense burner.

The incense ashes are lingering and the smoke is bursting.

But even so.

There are still people who continue to burn incense inside after praying sincerely.

Pass by the incense burner and enter the temple.

The side hall enshrines a child-giving Buddha.

Maitreya has a big belly and many children lying on his body.

One after another, people lined up to kowtow in front of it.

Most of these people are old women and middle-aged women.

Come here, I have been thinking about it for a long time.

It’s nothing more than asking for a child.

In order to realize this wish, let alone just kneel down and kowtow.

Even if the request is more excessive than this, they will still comply with it.

Of course.

All this is based on the fact that the Guanyin Temple is indeed effective.

And in front of a small table in the corner of the main hall where the statue of Guanyin is enshrined.

There was a monk standing quietly guarding the merit box with a compassionate smile on his face.

Every time a person asks for a child in front of the Guanyin statue, he puts coins into the merit box.

Regardless of the amount invested.

The monks would smile and hand over a string of beads.

Each of the eighteen beads is engraved with a delightful child.

At the same time, I would say something to those women:
  "Amitabha." "I wish the donor to have a son soon."

It's obviously just a string of ordinary beads, plus an ordinary blessing.

But for the common people who come to ask for children.

They really just do this.

It's like wearing such a string of beads and hearing such a sentence.

Everyone can get what they want.

Li Zhen was squatting at the corner of the wall, hiding under the cover of a big tree.

Looking at everything that happened inside.

The palm of his hand rubbed his chin.

He didn't quite understand it.

Is it because people nowadays are so easy to deceive?

Or.
  This great monk is truly eloquent.

Can whatever he says come true?

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Li Zhen probably doesn't believe it.

If the monk really has this ability.

There will be no time when they try to preach to the Eastern Lands again and again for thousands of years.

He was beaten all over the head by the Taoist priests.

And if the monk really has this wonderful method.

It's not like his identity as a Taoist priest can't be changed.

But now, I'm afraid it's all a coincidence.

He was not in a hurry and continued to observe.

just.

No matter it is the common people who come to offer incense.

Or Li Zhen, who was squatting on the wall and observing secretly.

What no one has ever discovered is...
  In the noble and noble Guanyin sculpture.

At this time, there was a person sitting down.

A bald-headed, extremely lean monk.

His whole body was contained in the space inside the sculpture, motionless.

The only thing that is a little strange.

His hands were making complicated handprints, and his lips were moving.

It was like he was mumbling something, but no sound came out.

However, it is somewhere where no one can see it.

Wisps of smoke flew out from the heads of the ordinary people who were offering incense.

Then, it swayed into the jade bottle in the hand of the Guanyin sculpture.

It was late at night.

The temple, which was bustling during the day, had already become deserted.

The empty temple looked a bit eerie inexplicably against the moonlight.

And right now.

Suddenly there was a noise in the hall.

Rustling.

Immediately afterwards, there was a low whisper.

"Senior Brother Jingyu, has this bottle of incense been full?"

Another somewhat deep voice responded:

"It's still a little bit worse."

"However, I can still do the job reluctantly."

"This"

The person who spoke first hesitated:
  "Have you ever been ill?"

"Ah!"

"Junior Brother Jingchen has not received the enlightenment of the true spirit of the Xiantian Palace and has no incense. Is it hard to believe that even Senior Brother I don't believe it?"

"That's not the case, it's really a matter of great importance, my junior brother."

"Okay, stop chatting and seal it up with me quickly."

"So that when the messenger comes, he won't be able to deliver the job."

Jingyu's tone was a little cold.

The two obviously call each other brothers, but this is their relationship.

It seems that it is not kind.

After a brief silence.

There was an extremely wonderful buzzing sound in the palace.

Like mosquitoes chirping.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that there is a unique rhythm in it.

It is as if the mind is illuminated and one can see the Buddha.

I wish I could take refuge on the spot.

At this time, the two senior brothers were busy communicating.

Also not found.

Outside the palace separated by a door.

A pair of calm eyes gradually flickered with light.

And, it’s getting brighter and brighter.

(End of this chapter)