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Wuchen moves very quickly.

That evening, he brought an elderly monk.

The local monks in Qiantang are all like the statues enshrined in Buddhist temples, with exquisite clothing and full faces. Even if they have smiles in their eyes, they are slightly higher than ordinary people.

But this old monk is like the statue on the roadside, simple and rough, taciturn and rarely spoken.

When he saw Fa Yan, he didn't say a word. He immediately sat down, guarded Fa Yan's body, and chanted sutras softly.

No need to say more.

Fa Yan was the one scheduled to escort the golden body.

Li Changan thought that this was the end of the matter, but he didn't expect that it was just the beginning.

The rooster hasn't crowed yet.

Li Changan was plucked out of his sleep by He Wumei, and he was cleaning the courtyard with the sleepy little children in the courtyard, and was ordered around by her.

But not long after, a group of bald heads came in aggressively. Upon questioning, they found out that the leader of the monk was Yinshan, the supervising monk of Lunzhuan Temple, and he came specially to arrange the reception place.

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There were many of them, and they were all fat and strong. They quickly took care of the yard.

But after all, the Salesian House was old and dilapidated, and there were too many places that were unsightly. It couldn't be repaired for a while, so a lot of silk fabrics were brought in to hang up the blemishes.

Then he drove the guardian gods to fly around, unleashing their power and driving away the dead people living nearby.

How can ghosts and ghosts be allowed to observe this grand event in Buddhism?

In other words, Li Changan was favored because of his meritorious service in preserving the dharma body of Zen Master Fayan, and was left to be tainted with the Buddha's light and good deeds.

The monks saw his simple clothes and rewarded him with a complete set of clothes, including a soft plain headband, a round-neck shirt, a copper buckle belt, and high-quality boots.

She also thought his face was white and not ruddy and festive enough, so he applied lead powder and lipstick on him.

Wait until the work is finished.

The morning bell has faded.

The rising glow in the east melts the morning fog.

Believers from Fuguifang and even nearby Lifang came after hearing the news. Those with dignity could line up in front of the gate of Salesian Hospital to greet him, while the rest of the ordinary faithful men and women could only gather on both sides of the streets and wait eagerly.

Wait a minute.

Finally, encouragement came from afar.

Go in search of reputation.

As the trumpet approaches.

A huge team appeared in front of everyone. The first thing that caught their eyes was a chariot pulled by six horses. The main body of the chariot was a huge lotus platform. On the lotus platform was a sacred sedan chair, hung with colorful embroidered curtains and a golden treasure cover.

on it.

There were monks on both sides of the carriage, all dressed in costumes. They walked slowly forward with the carriage, their gait was dignified and solemn, and they chanted scriptures word by word.

The Buddha sang, and the sky responded, and the petals fell like rain.

With such a miracle, how can the believers not be fascinated by it, kowtow to it, and cry bitterly for it?

But Li Changan's ghost eyes are very out of place.

He saw that above the treasure cover, there was a protector god invisible to mortals hanging there.

Each of them was dragging a big cloth bag, which would expose the reality of the "miracle", so they had to stuff the bag into their robes to cover it up. Then one after another, bloated, like a big fat man who had been inflated, followed the car and floated in the air.

Roll away, scattering the petals as hard as you can.

Even more miserable than them are their colleagues on the ground.

The roads in Fuguifang were really bad. Even if the potholes were temporarily filled and some thatched huts were bulldozed to widen the roads, there were still many narrow and difficult places. In order to keep the team moving smoothly, they had to use their bodies as bridges to bridge the gap.

The wheel carries the inconvenient place.

There are also those six horses, which have lost their Buddhist dignity and are not equipped with unsightly horse manure bags. But no matter how high the Buddha's teachings are, can they still control the animals from shitting? They still have to keep an eye on the horses' buttocks. If there is any movement, they will

You have to swoop over and put the horse dung into your robe and hide it. Don't expose even half of the horse dung.

People are more outstanding. When meeting them, Li Changan felt inexplicably much happier.

But as the advocacy got closer, he frowned again.

The car seemed to be carrying a strong wind, and the crowds on both sides of the streets were like straws in the wind. The Buddha sang everywhere, and believers fell one after another like waves.

The monk took advantage of the situation and scattered the pure fruit.

The believers lay on the ground and fought for it.

It reminded Li Changan of the scene when he was a child, scattering millet to feed the chickens, how similar it was.

"Why are they lying down?"

Wuchen lined up diagonally in front of Li Changan, but saw that he did not turn around, his face did not change, only his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was small and clear and passed into the ears of the Taoist priest - he did not know how many fish he had touched in the morning and evening exercises before he could practice it.

Got this skill.

"Welcoming and worshiping the golden body was the golden age of Buddhism in the Qian and Tang Dynasties. The abbot of Lunzhuan Temple has always come forward personally. The abbots of the thirteen families are all living immortal Buddhas. How can ordinary people dare to look directly at the face of gods?"

Can’t look directly? The Tathagata Buddha in the temple didn’t wear a mask either. Besides, Li Changan could see clearly.

"Isn't the lotus platform empty?!"

The Taoist priest's eyes were bright, but the palanquin was empty, and the living Buddha Wuchen mentioned had not come at all.

"Because there were only messengers and no golden bodies, the Rinneji Temple only sent out the palanquin."

"Then why are they still lying down?"

Wuchen was silent for a while.

"Because of the majesty of Buddhism."

Li Changan was speechless for a moment, then shook his head.

"The sky is full of flowers, and the ground is full of golden lotuses. It's really majestic. I guess the ghost king is in a hurry to build a temple, and one day he sees the Master walking in the gutter." Li Changan lowered his voice and said in vain like a storyteller, "Hey, man.

That’s how it should be!”

Several people who were close to him burst out laughing when they heard this. Wuchen couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, but immediately put them away and stood solemnly with his eyes lowered.

Only He Wumei was quietly pulling Li Changan's sleeves from behind.

"Brother Gui." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What a mouth you have!"

"What's the matter?" Li Changan didn't care, "I can drink alcohol, eat meat, recite curses, curse my mother, and have a good mouth."

As he spoke, the supervisory monk's eyes swept over him solemnly.

The Taoist priest quickly shut up his mouth and imitated Wuchen's manner of lowering his eyebrows and submissiveness.

It looks like a student who was caught by the teacher during standing exercises.

Fortunately, although the car arrived slowly, the welcoming ceremony was completed very quickly.

Several young novice monks with delicate faces entered the courtyard carrying water, razors, monk's robes, dharma crowns, etc.

Not long after.

The brand-new Fa Yen was carried out of the Salesian Academy.

at this time.

Dressed in splendid and colorful clothes, with gold, silver and precious light on his head.

His beard and hair were shaved clean, his weathered face was covered with thick powder, and two jade walnuts were stuffed in his mouth to make his cheeks rounded - he was suddenly transformed from an ascetic to a jade-faced Buddha.

Then, under the leadership of the supervising monk, the monks said "Amitabha" to people from all walks of life and "Buddha bless you" a few times, then took their Fayan and left.

It comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry, as if the shabby atmosphere of the Salesian Hospital is contagious. If you stay for a second longer, your socks will be stained.

Just before stepping out of the door.

The supervisory monk glanced at Li Changan - the Taoist priest was scrubbing his face vigorously.

He said calmly to Wuchen: "Nephew Wuchen, you are not a disciple of this temple. Perhaps a poor monk should not say anything."

Wuchen: "Please teach me, Uncle Master."

"There are rumors in the outside world that you are some kind of 'Fengliu No. 2' and have some legacy from Mengchang, but you need to remember that you are a monk and a practicing person, not a nobleman. You must take Buddhism as the most important thing."

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"Bald donkey! Bald donkey! Bald donkey!"

The old medical officer banged the table, and others tried to persuade him to stop. He went to Li Changan again and said angrily:

"Then Yin Shan Bald Donkey pointed his nose at us and called us roosters and dog thieves. Don't you have any backbone?!"

Li Changan silently slapped the answer on the table.
To be continued...