The Seven Treasure Conch is made of seven kinds of Buddhist treasures: gold, silver, glass, coral, amber, clam, and agate. It is said in the Thousand Hands Sutra: "If you are to summon all the good gods in the heavens, you should use the Seven Treasure Conch.
"Hand." There are also records saying that the treasure snail has the effect of reducing serious crimes, rebirth in bliss, and reincarnation.
The Seven Treasure Conch in Guiyuan Temple was a treasure given by the royal family two hundred years ago and blessed by eminent monks of all ages.
It was just lost in Mingtong's hands.
Although Mingtong himself was the only one who entered the Sutra Pavilion that day, the businesswoman mother and son named Bai were the only ones left, but Mingtong did not think that they had stolen it.
He carefully recalled the details of that day and made sure that he followed the businesswoman surnamed Bai and never left. He did not even lead the businesswoman surnamed Bai to the dark pavilion, but only took her in the lobby on the first and second floors.
I read some scriptures that have been collected for hundreds of years.
The businesswoman's son, however, was a little naughty. After entering, he rushed up and down like a little bandit.
Mingtong was worried about the favor of the huge sum of five hundred thousand, and he didn't dare to let the businesswoman walk around the Sutra Pavilion on her own, so she only stopped her slightly with words.
But if it was the child who stole the Seven Treasure Snails, he felt it was completely impossible.
The location of the secret pavilion of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is extremely hidden. Apart from Mingtong, only the abbot and a few first masters in the temple know the location of the secret pavilion. What's more, for the sake of safety, the secret pavilion has been equipped with a code lock in the early years, so even if it is
The child accidentally discovered the location of the secret pavilion, and it was impossible for him to open the combination lock and steal the Seven Treasure Snails placed inside.
The little boy was only five or six years old, and the combination lock was not damaged at all, not even a trace of carving.
Ming Tong still refused to believe that it was the mother and son who stole the Seven Treasure Snails, but he could not find any other clues.
Naturally, he would be punished for losing the treasure that held the temple, so Mingtong took the blame and resigned from the post of temple supervisor, and asked to go out on a journey to find the Seven Treasure Snails.
The abbot shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The loss of the Seven Treasure Snails is God's will. If you wander down the mountain because of your obsession, you will only lose your life in the end. From today on, I will punish you to practice behind closed doors in the backyard. You cannot do it without my permission.
Leave the backyard half a step!"
But Mingtong kept his lost treasure in mind, and he couldn't feel at ease being locked up in the backyard. One month later, at night, he sneaked out of the backyard to find the whereabouts of the Seven Treasure Snails.#@$&
Although no matter how he thought about it, he felt that it could not be the Seven Treasure Snails stolen by the businesswoman surnamed Bai, but he still wanted to confirm.
He used alms as an excuse to find the home of a businesswoman surnamed Bai, but he didn't meet the businesswoman, only the naughty little boy from that day.
The little boy had just been picked up by the nanny from the kindergarten. He was very happy to see Mingtong. After the nanny left, he enthusiastically made tea for Mingtong and brought food to Mingtong like a little adult, and told Mingtong that her mother would be back soon.
Seeing that the little boy was so sensible at such a young age, Ming Tong disagreed with the abbot's statement more and more, feeling that this kind-hearted mother and son would never be the ones who stole the conch.
After drinking some water, the businesswoman hadn't come back yet, so Mingtong planned to say goodbye and come back another day.%&(&
Unexpectedly, he fell back as soon as he stood up. His vision was blurry and his whole body was gone.
The child actually drugged the tea and Mingtong fainted.
When he woke up again, it was already late at night, and he found himself lying in a small forest in a park. Under him was a pit half a meter deep. The little boy was squatting by the pit, looking at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Looking at him drippingly.
Mingtong felt a splitting headache and was about to struggle when the little boy smiled and said, "Do you think you can go back alive?"
A beautiful child, with a milky voice, but the words she speaks are like those of a devil.
Ming Tong was shocked and stared at the little boy as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn't believe that the words he heard came from the little boy's mouth.
"You are so stupid, do you think that because I am young, I can't do anything?" the little boy said in a sweet voice, raising a hand with a smile, "I don't like you looking at me like this, so,
It’s okay if you don’t want these eyes of yours!”
Ming Tong was horrified to find that the little boy was holding a slender and sharp sewing needle in his hand.
The little boy looked at Mingtong, "cheating" and laughing, and quickly pierced Mingtong's horrified eyes with a sewing needle.
Mingtong howled "Ah——", and his body subconsciously tried to struggle, but found that his hands and feet were not like his own at all. He had no strength at all, and he couldn't even roll on the spot.
He felt warm liquid flowing down his eyes and all over his face, dripping onto the ground.
"I'm going back to sleep and won't play with you anymore!"
The little boy's voice came again, and then he heard the sound of a small shovel shoveling soil, and someone sprinkled wet and fishy soil on him.
"Look, even though I am young, I can still dig a hole and bury you!" the little boy said in a milky voice, "Do you still dare to look down on my young age?"
"Did you steal the Seven Treasure Snails from our temple?" Mingtong was unable to move and couldn't see his eyes. After being greatly frightened and angry, he finally asked what he wanted to know most.
"Are you talking about the thing that looks like a conch?"
The little boy replied with a smile: "That's not stealing. My mother gave you the money. If I hadn't told my mother that I wanted to visit the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, my mother would not have donated so much money to you!"
"You are so young, why..."
The soil gradually submerged Mingtong, and he could not move, feeling that his life was passing away little by little.
"You're looking down on my young age again! In fact, I'm hundreds of years older than you!" The little boy said dissatisfied: "That conch is a good thing. It is said that it can make people reincarnate. Of course I will keep it."
used!"
The mud completely buried Mingtong's mouth and nose, and he could no longer make any sound.
The soil on his body was not buried deep, but his whole body was so weak that he could not struggle to crawl out of the pit. He could only desperately let his consciousness leave his body little by little.
Mingtong thought he was dead, but who knew he came to life again and was lying in the hut in the backyard of Guiyuan Temple.
The abbot rescued him.
He told the abbot that it was the child who stole the Seven Treasure Snails and asked the abbot to find a way to recover the treasure.
The abbot shook his head: "Why are you so stubborn? The treasure snail has been lost, half of God's will and half of man-made. If you had been willing to listen to me and not accept Ms. Bai's donation, the treasure snail would not have been lost. If you listened to my advice, you can rest assured.
After practicing in the backyard, I am no longer completely blind and almost lost my life.
Ms. Bai did not steal anything from us. The child is only five or six years old. How are you going to make the world believe that all this was done by a child with a dirty mouth?"
Ming Tong was at a loss for words. What the abbot said was indeed true. It was only because he was an outsider that he made a big mistake for the sake of worldly interests.
"But, could it be that the Seven Treasure Snails were lost in vain?" Mingtong asked the abbot doubtfully.
"Eighteen years later, the city will be filled with snow, and you will have your own destiny. Then you will understand!" the abbot said with a sigh. This chapter has been completed!