Today is the birthday of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. Therefore, tens of thousands of people went to the mountain early in the morning just to burn incense to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and pray for themselves.
In Chunzhou City.
The monks of Baiyun Temple are also very busy today, constantly purchasing all the incense and candles they need today. Because the people in Chunzhou City are so enthusiastic about worshiping Buddha, the mountain gate has prepared them early.
Incense and treasure candles, that is, ingot candles, peace charms and other things are actually in short supply.
The monks had to divide into several groups and go to several major cooperative stores in the city to make urgent purchases.
Monk Songyang is a disciple of the current generation in Baiyun Temple. His seniority is Song, and there are more than a dozen senior brothers named Song. Although he is not strong enough to practice his own Buddhist martial arts, he has no ability to do things down the mountain.
, but no one can replace him.
As a result, even though he was not good at martial arts and Buddhist teachings, he became the most favored disciple of Elder Lianhua of Baiyun Zen Temple.
"Senior brother, let me see, these two carts of precious candles are not enough for the common people to burn. It's strange. They burn them every year, and I don't see any of them getting rich." The accompanying monk Songmu complained:
"The money was burned but it was not given to us..."
Song Yang responded with a sneer: "Why didn't I burn it for you? I didn't burn it for you. Where did you get the money to buy that set of red cassocks that you secretly customized for yourself?"
Song Mu's color suddenly changed: "Senior Brother Songyang, why...you..."
His face turned pale.
But Songyang only glanced at him, as if he didn't bother to point out his "treason", and only said: "In this vast world, there are no gods and Buddhas. Even if they are the best in martial arts, they will die of old age in the end. Bodhisattvas need a golden body."
"Du, people need money to live, and everything is inseparable from the word money. Let's just do our own things well. The benefits you will receive from being a monk in the temple are no less than those from being a scholar."
Song Mu lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
But at this time.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise on the street, and people on the street not far away could be heard pointing.
"This young Taoist priest is so superficial!"
"With such a face, it's really like a fairy. A man can be so good-looking."
Several monks from Baiyun Temple heard the sound and looked around, only to see a young Taoist priest wearing a black robe on the far street, followed by two young men and women, also wearing robes.
Even Monk Songyang claimed to be a disciple of Buddhism. After looking at the young Taoist priest, he couldn't help but have a hint of amazement in his eyes, and thought to himself: "This Taoist priest is really a gift from God. With this handsome face, no matter where he goes,
This is a trick, and people are afraid that they will believe it just by seeing his face."
It's just because this Taoist priest has an intangible and otherworldly feeling about him. Coupled with his handsome face, he is completely like an immortal who has descended into the world.
But at this time.
Songyang only heard Songmu behind him shout in shock:
"Senior Brother Songyang, look at the two people behind the Taoist priest. Do they look like the two little guys who wrote on the plaque of our temple a year ago, 'Slandering the Buddha and insulting the temple'!"
Songyang himself didn't pay much attention to the person behind Taoist Junyi.
After Songmu looked over at this reminder, his heart skipped a beat:
"It's not these two little villains. They dare to show up in Chunzhou City. This is because they have eaten the courage of some god."
Those walking slowly on the street were Master Chen Sha and his apprentice.
far away.
After Songyang recognized Lin Qingqing and Qi Zhengyi, he immediately asked the monks behind him to hide:
"Don't show your face yet. That little girl named Lin Qingqing has amazing martial arts skills. Despite her young age, she can compete with the top masters in our temple. Songmu, you follow them first. I will go back to the temple immediately.
Report to the elder of the prison, last time the Buddha plaque was written with 'insult' written on it by these two little scoundrels, and they ran away. This was a great shame for our Baiyun Temple. This time, we must capture them back to the temple.
Make an explanation!"
After giving instructions to his junior brothers, Songyang immediately went to Baiyun Temple to report.
…
Baiyun Temple is ten miles outside Chunzhou City.
This precious temple covers an area of more than 100 acres, faces south, has a majestic gate, and has four characters "Baiyun Temple" written on it.
Walking in from the temple gate, you can see the regular buildings in Buddhist temples such as Tianwang Hall, Guanyin Hall, and Daxiong Hall.
On the right side of the main hall is the Yangxin Hall. There is a meditation hall on the left side of the back. There are side rooms on the left and right of the Zen hall. On the side of the hall, there is a large locust tree with three people hugging each other. It grows in a large copper square tripod. The tripod is buried in the soil and is called "Buddha".
Dinghuai".
At this time, in front of the Buddha Cauldron, there were thousands of pilgrims from Chunzhou City, praying devoutly under the tree.
There are so many people, so many people rub shoulders with each other, and the backs of their heads and backs are all bruised when they bow down.
"Namo Ami..."
Sanskrit music and sutra pillars are also dancing in the temple.
As the abbot of Baiyun Temple in this generation, the chubby monk Zensu stood in front of the Main Hall, watching the pilgrims kneeling devoutly under the tree, and he couldn't help but say the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
"Abbot Zen Su, looking at the incense in your temple this year, we in the Sharpening Hall will also need to prepare some treasures and candles to sell next year."
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and wearing a sword, with a beard on his lips.
At this time, the main hall was actually filled with several major martial arts sects in Chunzhou City.
If there are Chunzhou martial arts people here, they can easily recognize them. Four of them are master-level figures in the famous town, such as Lei Wuyan, the leader of the Fiery Sect, Feng Ziyun, the Piercing Spear, and Su Qing, the Divine Whip.
…
Even Ding Daolian, the master of the knife-sharpening hall, is a master at the level of a grand master.
The Zen monk smiled and chanted
"Every sect leader and hall master, you have attended the birthday of Bodhisattva in my Baiyun Temple every year and added countless merits to our Buddhist sect. It is the same this year. Thanks to you, the incense in our Baiyun Temple can become stronger and stronger. Therefore, I give this to each of you.
You have a Buddha statue, may I, the Buddha, bless you all."
As he said that, he asked some monks to bring in many wooden boxes.
When Grand Master Ding Daolian opened the box and took a look, his eyes jumped as he saw a half-foot-tall solid gold Buddha statue, weighing about ten kilograms at a glance.
"Since it is the merit that the abbot has asked for for us, how can we refuse?" Ding Daolian smiled slightly.
Over the years, if it weren't for the sincere cooperation between the martial arts sects in Chunzhou City and Baiyun Temple, Baiyun Temple's business might not have been able to grow so big.
He finally understood it.
So what if he is the best in the world in martial arts? His sword skills have reached the level of a grandmaster, and he can even start a sect, but he still can't live a meaningful life...
When it comes to making money, this group of monks from Baiyun Temple have to be smart, even more so than their ancestors.
Baiyun Temple, as a martial arts sect that has existed for thousands of years, also produced a first-class divine monk back then. However, even when a first-class divine monk was in charge, Baiyun Temple was not as prosperous as it is today...
On the contrary, there are only three great masters in Baiyun Temple today, and they have managed the temple's incense to the highest level in history. The monks and elders live no worse than the emperor. It can be seen from the gems embellished on the abbot's cassocks.
Average.
But when a group of Chunzhou martial arts leaders were receiving the Golden Buddha in the main hall.
Songyang hurriedly passed through the crowd, came to the hall, and found the elder of the prison guard who was following closely behind Abbot Chansu:
"Elder, the two boys who wrote on my plaque at Baiyun Temple a year ago to curse the Buddha and the monk Baiyun appeared in Chunzhou City again. I have asked Songmu to follow them secretly. You also know those two
Xiao Ziezhan's martial arts is not weak, so..."
After hearing this, Lianhua Prison was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember it and said:
"It's that little girl with great talent. At that time, I said that I would accept her as a disciple and join our Zen temple, so that I would no longer care about her faults. I didn't expect that she would..."
Thinking of this incident, Lianhua Prison's face suddenly darkened:
"Okay, she came back a year later. This time she can't run away. I will personally take the Twenty-Eight Arhat Monks there."
As he said this, something suddenly moved in his heart, something seemed wrong:
"Those two little evildoers dared to show up even though they knew they had offended me, Baiyun Zen Temple. I'm afraid they don't have anything to rely on? Are they just two people, or is there someone following them?"
Songyang was stunned and said: "There is indeed someone following, but it's a young Taoist priest not much older than the two little nigga. I see that the three of them are all wearing Taoist robes. It seems that the two little nigga are worshiping some unknown person.
In the Taoist temple, the young Taoist priest, perhaps their senior brother, is traveling down the mountain with them."
When the Lianhua Supervisor heard this, he thought for a while. He had never heard of any powerful young Taoist priests in the world. Since he was only in his twenties, he must have the skills of a master.
"Okay, this time I will go in person..."
As the supervisor of Baiyun Temple, he is one of the three great masters of Baiyun Temple.
Although Songyang lowered his voice when talking to the Lotus Prison.
But those in the Main Hall were all masters and masters in Chunzhou City, such as Ding Daolian, the master of the Sharpening Hall, who could hear their voices clearly.
He had just accepted a big golden Buddha from Baiyun Temple. How could he not express it? He immediately said:
"It turns out that the two juniors who insulted Baiyun Temple a year ago showed up. I was furious when I heard about it. Unfortunately, I found out it was too late. These two juniors escaped from Chunzhou. Now that they dare to come back,
I went with Master Lianhua and personally caught these two juniors who insulted Buddhism. I wanted to see which junior family they were from. They were so arrogant and lawless. The joke was on Baiyun Temple.
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Ding Daolian opened his mouth.
The other masters in the hall naturally had to express their feelings and said one after another:
"Since everyone is here today, I think we should go together. I heard that the martial arts of the two juniors are not weak. One year has passed and they may still be better. We might as well help together and take them down."
Abbot Zensu, who had been silent all this time, said with a smile:
"You all are so brave and brave..."
It was the moment when I was about to put my hands together and thank you.
Boom~~~~
An earth-shattering sound came from the gate of Baiyun Temple. Everyone standing at the top of the main hall looked from a distance and saw that the gate of the temple seemed to be pushed open by an invisible force. One on the left and one on the left.
Right, flew ten feet away.
A young and handsome Taoist priest walked in with his hands behind his back.
Behind him, there were two men and women carrying huge packages. The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, and the woman was about sixteen or seventeen years old.
Songyang in the hall shouted in shock:
"It's them, it's them. Didn't I ask Songmu to follow them secretly? Why did they follow them to the temple instead!"
After a loud rumbling noise, His Highness the Mahavira, the people stopped praying and chanting, and all turned their heads to look, so that the voice of Monk Songyang was transmitted extremely clearly among several palaces.
Lin Qingqing at the door of the temple looked over and said with a smile:
"At that time, when you were secretly discussing with us more than ten feet away, we heard that you were coming to the mountain to bring reinforcements. We were afraid that you would have a hard time going down the mountain, so we simply sent you to our door. Do you think the three of us, the master and the apprentice, are