Huang Yanzhi said that it was impossible for the Buddhist monk to come. After all, the sacred monk had already wandered away and would not lie.
But when he saw that the temple was about to open and Fakong really didn't come, he still couldn't hide his disappointment.
Of course, everyone donated and built this Zizhao Temple to express their gratitude to the Divine Monk Fakong, but they also wanted to use this Zizhao Temple to see the Divine Monk Fakong again.
Just like building a nest on a building tree, there will be gold and phoenixes sitting on it, and phoenixes will come to you.
It's a pity that now it seems that Divine Monk Fakong didn't come after all. Huang Yanzhi sighed secretly in his heart.
Zhou Hanxu naturally understood what his old friend was thinking. He glanced at him and said with a smile: "Open a temple!"
He turned around and slowly pushed open the shiny red door.
During the process of pushing, under the bright sunshine, the red paint of Zhumen shone, shining in everyone's eyes.
"Open the temple!" the crowd shouted loudly.
They cheered.
Some people donate money simply to express their gratitude because their relatives or themselves have survived a desperate situation.
Some people donate money to express their admiration. The name of the sacred monk Fa Kong is well-deserved, and the Buddha's mantras are wonderful.
Some people donate money to attract the monk Fakong.
Regardless of whether the Divine Monk Fa Kong comes or not, Zizhao Temple has been built, so it is possible to attract the Divine Monk Fa Kong.
Even if you are disappointed, you are still optimistic.
The door opened, people stepped inside one after another, and lined up to offer incense in the main hall.
The old, pot-bellied man in charge was short, fat, and ugly, but he was dressed in fine clothes and had a lot of jewels. It was Fu Yongming who donated the most money this time.
Behind them, people lined up clearly and orderly according to the amount of money donated.
This is an established rule, and everyone abides by it invisibly.
As for who donated how much money, there is a stone tablet outside, and it is clearly written on it.
January of the third year of Yongxuan.
All the sages in Jingchuan City admired the magical power of Buddhist monk Fa Kong and donated money to build Zizhao Temple and Zizhao Peak in gratitude to the master for his Buddhist teachings to save all living beings.
The good man Fu Yongming donated one hundred thousand taels of silver.
The good man Jing Zhaoxing donated 10,000 taels of silver.
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Fu Yongming, who was wearing a brocade robe and jade belt, staggered and moved slowly. He took the incense handed by Huang Yanzhi, came to the steps of the Main Hall, and handed three thick sandalwood sticks to Zhou Hanxu.
Zhou Hanxu held up a candle and lit three sticks of sandalwood.
Fu Yongming devoutly raised three sandalwood sticks to his head, bowed three times, inserted them into the incense burner, knelt down on the futon under the incense burner, and kowtowed nine times, making a thumping sound.
He knelt on the futon, clasped his palms together and stared at the Buddha statue in the Main Hall with a pious face, murmuring in his mouth.
Zhou Hanxu and Huang Yanzhi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.
This old man is out of luck.
When they were distributing the rejuvenation spell, Lao Fu was outside and was not in Jingchuan City, so he missed the time.
Even so, they still gave Lao Fu's family a rejuvenation spell to use when Lao Fu comes back.
After Lao Fu came back, Divine Monk Fa Kong had already left.
Even though I missed the blessing ceremony held by Divine Monk Fa Kong, I was unable to receive the rejuvenation mantra to cure my terminal illness.
But he enshrined the rejuvenation mantra on paper and recited the rejuvenation mantra ninety-nine times every day, and it actually worked.
Therefore, Lao Fu was so pious and fanatical towards the divine monk Fa Kong that he donated so much money.
Although the queue at the back was long, there was no one urging Fu Yongming.
Everyone knows about his misfortune.
There was only one step missing, and I completely missed the divine monk Fa Kong and this blessing ceremony.
Otherwise, if Fu Yongming is now terminally ill, he will not have only one year to live.
He is as rich as a city, but he only has one year to live.
Under such circumstances, Fu Yongming's behavior was not as gentle as before, and gradually became more aggressive.
People can relate to this feeling.
If it were him, he would go crazy.
Fu Yongming closed his eyes for a moment and struggled to stand up. Zhou Hanxu reached out to help him before he could stand up.
He consoled him: "Lao Fu, don't worry, isn't the magic monk's rejuvenation charm paper effective?"
Fu Yongming squeezed out a bitter smile on his ugly face and nodded: "I just wish I couldn't meet the holy monk. It might be my life."
He shook his head: "I can be regarded as a philanthropic person. Is it a debt from a previous life?"
He immediately said: "The face of this Buddha is that of the divine monk Fakong, right?"
"Similar." Zhou Hanxu nodded lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, so as not to cause trouble to the holy monk."
If you build your own image and have it worshiped by all living beings, this is against the principles of Buddhism and will be opposed by all the monks.
People respect the Buddha, not a certain monk. When the Buddha statue is built in his own image, he is comparing himself to the Buddha.
This is arrogance.
Fu Yongming nodded slowly: "Of course I understand, take me to see other places."
"The main hall of our Zizhao Temple is the Main Hall, which is a place for everyone to express their gratitude and admiration. Due to the rush of time, the construction of other buildings is a bit rough, and they still need to be built."
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"Let me see."
"Then Lao Fu, you can go around as you like."
"Okay, you guys get busy." Fu Yongming waved his fat hands and staggered to the side hall next to him, then walked through a courtyard and headed to the Sutra Pavilion.
The Sutra Pavilion is lavishly built and filled with Buddhist sutras, all donated by believers in the city.
Then there is the abbot's courtyard.
The abbot's courtyard was built extremely delicately and was already in perfect condition. Although the time was short, it was not done in a perfunctory way, but a lot of effort was put into it.
This is due to the joint efforts of all the wealthy gentry in Jingchuan City to invite skilled craftsmen.
With the power of one city and one heart in one place, the effect is astonishing.
He looked at it carefully and noted down any areas that were not detailed enough. He would explain it later and revise it again.
He stopped when he came to the flower garden.
My eyes wandered over the flowers, coming and going, looking at them full of vitality, beauty and splendidness.
His dull eyes showed melancholy.
After such a brilliant bloom, it will wither immediately. Is there no way in the world to avoid withering?
From a farm boy, I became the richest man in Jingchuan City in one breath. How much price I paid, how much hardship I suffered, and how much grievance I suffered.
I have also been brilliant, and I have been as high-spirited and elated as these flowers.
However, no matter how much money, no matter how strategic a head, no matter how many beauties, no matter how many children, it will all come to nothing in the end.
When I was young, I worked too hard and damaged my health. Later, I overexerted myself and became terminally ill, and medicine was ineffective.
He also went to Tianjing to invite miraculous doctors, and even invited miraculous doctors from all of Dayong.
The result is still the same, the medicine and stones are ineffective, and there is no hope of recovery.
This is fate.
I have to accept my fate and make good arrangements for my funeral.
Once the members of my family die, they may not be able to keep the family property and need to disperse.
Let them each have their own way of retreat, lest they be swallowed up in one bite.
Among them, a few children must be abandoned and a few children must be protected to leave hope for the Fu family.
The choice involved is a huge mental torment.
However, at this time, Divine Monk Fa Kong appeared and gave him unlimited hope.
Especially when reciting the rejuvenation mantra, you can feel the warm power flowing into your body through the talisman.
The body that was riddled with holes actually felt a little calm.
With this body riddled with holes, I could clearly feel that my life force was passing away rapidly, and I couldn't hold on for long.
But now, there is actually warm vitality starting to replenish.
Although far less than the rate of loss.
However, this has been able to delay his own death. Originally, he could not survive for a year. With this, he is expected to survive for a year.
The longer you hold on, the more calmly you can arrange things, and you can also give your opponents a surprise.
But if Divine Monk Fakong takes action personally, he is expected to recover.
How can we ask Divine Monk Fakong to take action personally?
This one hundred thousand taels of silver is sincerity.
I have sent people out to look for the footprints of the sacred monks everywhere. Once they are found, they will go there immediately.
Praying in person will greatly increase your hope.
At this time, money can be given up compared to life and health.
As long as your mind is there, you don't have to worry about money.
But now that I am gone, where is the money?
He slowly stretched out his fat hands, and put a jade ring on each of his short and thick fingers. Each ring was shining with light, and they were rare gems.
The short, fat hand slowly approached a flower. This flower had already withered yellow petals, only one petal was yellow, and the rest was still bright.
The short, fat hands gently picked off the withered petal.
Looking at the still bright flowers, a smile appeared on his ugly face.
At this moment, a stream of warm nectar was poured over his head and poured into his body instantly.
He looked dazed and in a trance, not knowing where he was or whether he had returned to his mother's womb.
When he woke up, he found that his riddled body had been completely repaired, as if he had returned to his thirties in an instant and felt stronger.
He looked up to the sky, looking for where the nectar had fallen. A faint golden light could be seen in the sky.
Cheers came from the front yard, one after another, and then there were shouts of "Thank you, the holy monk, thank you, the holy monk."
His eyes were suddenly attracted by the flower garden.
Looking straight at the flower garden.
But I saw that all the flowers in the flowerbed were in full bloom, and even the flowers that had been picked off by me had returned to their blooming appearance.
A hundred flowers bloom, competing for beauty.
He was filled with shock.
Even if I heard people say that the situation at that time was so miraculous, all the people in the city who were holding Talisman Red were cured without any medicine.
But what the ears hear is false, and what the eyes see is true. What the ears hear is never as powerful as what one sees with one’s own eyes.
The strangeness of his body and the sight of a garden full of flowers blooming in front of him gave him a strong shock.
He walked vigorously to the main hall and saw that the temple was already crowded with people. People stopped queuing and squeezed in directly.
People knelt down one after another, regardless of whether they had futons or not, and knelt down to the Buddha statue in the Main Hall.
The scene was extremely frenzied.
He walked through the crowd with difficulty and came to Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu on the steps. He cupped his fists and said, "Old Huang, Lao Zhou, is the holy monk here?"
The two shook their heads.
"The holy monk didn't come? Then...?" He pointed at himself and then at the people kneeling on the ground: "Why did you use the rejuvenation spell to save us?"
Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu pointed at the Buddha statue in the Main Hall.
I saw that the Buddha statue was emitting a hazy golden light.
Especially the vertical pupils between the eyebrows are particularly bright and attract attention.
Zhou Hanxu said: "The divine monk has already blessed this Buddha statue with a rejuvenation mantra. Once all sentient beings make enough vows, this rejuvenation mantra can be activated. All sentient beings within the scope of Zizhao Temple will receive the rejuvenation mantra...once a month."
"Look, look, look!" someone exclaimed outside the temple.