Mid-time.

There was a person crying in the holy place in front of Tai'an Temple. During the Rising Day, the scholar Lin Dong wanted to break into Tai'an Temple several times, but they were all set up by the monks in the temple. The last time, the scholar faced a closed door.

The door is cold.

The monk's heart was even colder than this.

What's even colder is the scholar's heart.

Helplessly, I tied a belt on the beam and hung my neck upwards, and I wanted to hang it here.

"Scholar, please give in."

Lin Dong stood outside the Tai'an Temple, in front of the steps, looked at the scholar who was about to hang himself, and said, "I have already fallen in love with this place during the day. It is the Feng Shui treasure land I have chosen to die. How can I let you?"

The scholar looked down and saw that he was in the bright place under the lantern of Tai'an Temple. When he looked at it, the place was dark and he didn't know who the person was.

"Why are you dying?"

The scholar looked at the shadow and asked in suspicion.

"I'm going to die."

Lin Dong said, and his voice was sad, saying, "Slandering the Buddha is a sin of going to hell. All my money is used to buy books. I don't have money to buy merit coupons. Since I must go to hell, I will go to hell sooner or later, if I die in front of the Buddha, I can still atone for one or two sins."

Pushing the scholar, Lin Dong threw his belt, and a thick hemp rope appeared in his hand, hanging it on the beam.

"It is said that the person who hangs his neck will stretch his tongue and spits out his tongue. Even after death, his steps will be light and untouched... The person who hangs his death is suicide. I see what the Buddhist scriptures say that after death, he will be sent to the hell of a wronged death and will not be reincarnated in the future."

This is a record of the eighteen levels of hell that originated from Buddhism.

Listening to Lin Dong's words, the scholar was already frightened, then he looked angry and shouted: "Slander the Buddha! Slander the Buddha! Where is there a Buddha in this world? It's just a mud, now it's decorated with gold and silver to modify myths. If this Buddha really has spirituality, my poor mother would not have died."

"Bang!"

He took out the "Merit Voucher" from his arms, and the scholar threw it to the ground hard and shouted, "If this Merit Voucher really works, my mother would not die!"

The night is insufficient, but it does not affect Lin Dong's vision. In Lin Dong's eyes, this merit coupon is a piece of yellow paper with Buddha painted on it and a character "卍" is printed.

One piece of paper, ten taels of silver.

"Is this merit coupon just one, which is to clear past sins and not fall into the underworld after death. Can it be better to eliminate diseases and strengthen the body?"

Lin Dong was as if he had found a treasure and bowed to pick up the merit coupon.

"If there is such a magical thing, my mother will never die!"

The scholar burst into tears, his voice was so sad and angry, and he shouted: "During the day, I bought a merit coupon in this temple, and wanted to make my mother who was ill in bed, but this merit coupon was useless. Even in the evening, my mother died... I came to find these monks again, but they said that life should be like this, but with this merit coupon, you will not fall into hell after death."

Whether it is life or death, it is just the monk's mouth opening and closing.

"This is your wrong."

Lin Dong shouted seriously: "The master has given you this merit coupon. Even the doctor is helpless in your mother's illness. The master has added merit to your mother and can guarantee that she will not fall into hell after death. This is a blessing!"

This is the truth.

The monks said the same.

But, it's not right.

“It’s not like that.”

The scholar looked at Lin Dong and said, "I have been reading the books of sages for many years, but I was foolishly trapped in this situation... Those monks are lying, there is no merit coupon, no incense stick, and no Buddha lamp to add a longevity... Fakes are all fake, and the doctors in the town cannot treat them. I should go to the city to seek medical treatment, and I should not believe these monks..."

Light the lamp to prolong your life, and the merits will eliminate evil.

These are all monk's scams.

"Can you treat your mother by finding a doctor?"

Lin Dong asked.

"The doctor may not be able to treat it well, but he will never ask you to buy a piece of paper."

The scholar said: "Every illness comes from a reasonable point. I am stupid to treat all diseases with just one piece of paper... Where can I cure all diseases?"

There is only the right medicine, but there is no good medicine for all diseases.

"That's not necessarily."

Lin Dong looked at the scholar, smiling indescribable, and said, "I have a medicine here that can cure all diseases, cure your mother's bedridden body, and cure your mother's death. Except for stupidity, everything else can be cured."

The scholar was stunned, turned his head and looked at Lin Dong seriously.

The wind blew, and the flames of the lanterns at the entrance of Tai'an Temple were swaying. The scholar looked at Lin Dong and looked at his face at this moment. He was suddenly shocked and remembered that during the day, Lin Dong bought his books and told the news that he would see at midnight.

Now it is midnight, and they meet at the gate of Tai'an Temple.

Lin Dong had a red pill in his hand, and the rich breath of Chinese herbal medicine naturally entered the scholar's nose.

"Immortal!"

At this moment, the scholar naturally knew that he had met a strange person, so he hurriedly prepared to kneel down.

Lin Dong picked up the bamboo stick in his hand and stopped the scholar from kneeling.

"It is not that you are special to save you today, but because you are also a blinded member."

Putting the elixir in the hands of the scholar, Lin Dong said, "Your mother is not dead, but she is just hanging in one breath. Now go back and drink the elixir and water. It's good to be dawn. If you have money in the future, you should think more about supporting your neighbors, stop lighting the Buddha lamp and buying a coupon for merit."

After solemnly warning the scholar, Lin Dong asked him to go back quickly.

The scholar took the pill and bowed deeply to Lin Dong. Then he looked at the road he came and ran away.

Turning around, Lin Dong looked at Tai'an Temple.

The three gold-plated characters are also shining brightly under the candlelight. Inside, the people who are staying here are the most famous monks in the local area, just like scholars. They know that they are wrong, but Lin Dong can say it out.

It was late at night.

Everything is silent.

Lin Dong stood at the entrance of Tai'an Temple, with only a gust of cold wind. After watching, Lin Dong continued to draw ropes at the entrance of Tai'an Temple, and then grabbed with one hand, put his head into the tied rope cover, with his hands hanging down, and his whole body shook with the evening breeze.

Hanging.

Hanging beam.

Lin Dong committed suicide.

It is exactly the same as a normal person who commits suicide. He first breathes poorly, then suddenly kicks his body and wanders around lightly.

The wind blew, and the bamboo stick leaning against the wall suddenly fell down, rolling on the ground twice, making a clanging sound.

...The whole book is over...

Just a joke.

There is tranquility in Tai'an Temple.

At the time of Mao, monks got up and sorted out in the temple. Today, Master Puzhi from Tianyin Temple is coming here, and monks must also do a good job in face-saving projects, clean the places where they should be cleaned and place them.

Abbot Faci from Tai'an Temple came to Lin Dong's meditation room early in the morning, sat quietly outside, waiting for Lin Dong to get up.

This Lin Dong is the most honorable guest of Tai'an Temple.

He was born in Qingyun and was also the twelfth generation of senior Qingyun. It is said that Master Puzhi once asked him about the way to live in an immortality, and he also had the ability to be similar to "previous knowledge". No matter what, this Dharma compassion must be treated solemnly.

There was no breath or breath in the room. Faci was considered to be Lin Donggong as the creation of nature, and it was beyond his reach, so he could not feel it.

"Abbot, abbot!"

The little novice ran over in panic.

"Stop the sound and conquer the spirit!"

Seeing the little novice monk's panic, Faci scolded him dissatisfied and shouted: "What kind of scheming the immortals is! Monks should not be anxious or impatient, and all things will be empty..."

"It's the fairy on the Qingyun!"

The little shaman did not wait for Faci to continue to scold him and immediately said, "The body of the Qingyun Immortal is hanging in front of the gate of Tai'an Temple!"

"What?"

Faci sat up in shock and immediately asked, "Which Qingyun Sect's member has had an accident?"

Listening to the little shaman's words, Faci thought that the Qingyun Sect was killed and hung at the door of Tai'an Temple.

This can be regarded as a provocation to the righteous path, but with the information from Faci, there is no trace of the demon sect near Tai'an and Taiping.

"That's it, it's the Qingyun Shangxian who was arranged by you in the Zen room and should be treated with caution!"

The little novice monk said, and stepped up and pushed away the meditation room where Lin Dong lived. In that meditation room, there were no traces of Lin Dong.

If struck by lightning.

My heart is cold.

Faci stepped forward, and the Great Brahma Prajna Heart Method in Tianyin Temple was naturally operating, and Buddha lights appeared all over his body. With one step, ten feet of distance flashed by. Several times in a row, Faci's figure had already appeared at the door of Tai'an Temple.

There was a circle of little novice monks around this door.

There was silent all around, surrounding the corpse of this Qingyun Immortal.
To be continued...