Chapter 302 Even the Buddhist host did not dare to accept her courtesy
Yunling Temple was built on Yunshan Mountain, sixty miles away from Fucheng. Taking the top of Yunshan Mountain means that immortals bring spirits. The incense in the temple is prosperous, and pilgrims come to worship constantly.
Qin Liuxi respected Buddha but did not worship Buddha. When he entered Yunning Temple, he didn't even go to the main hall. He first grabbed a young novice and asked him to take her to see the abbot.
The young novice clasped his hands and said: "Donor, the host is currently receiving guests, so he may not be able to see you. If you want to pray to God or Buddha, the young monk can lead the way. If you want to ask for a fortune, there is also a fortune teller brother."
"I don't even want to beg. I just asked your host to ask him some questions. He is waiting for guests and I will just wait outside the monastery." Qin Liuxi didn't act wild.
After hearing this, the young novice could only take her to the Zen monastery to rest temporarily while he went back to report to his senior brother.
The senior brother frowned: "Who is she? She said she could just meet the host if she wanted to see her? Can't you just send her away?"
The host has a good reputation, but if everyone can see him if he says he can, how can he be in vain?
The young novice shrank his head and said, "I told the host that I was waiting for guests, and she said she could wait."
The senior brother was a little disapproving when he heard it. There are too many people like this, so why not just wait and see?
"I'll go over and take a look."
The senior brother followed the young novice to the Zen temple. Qin Liuxi was not resting in the Zen room, but stood in the yard and looked at the golden pagoda on the roof of the hall. There were bells hanging on it. When the wind blew, the bells made a crisp sound.
Occasionally, a bird stops on the pagoda, looking around with its little eyes. When the bell rings, it flaps its wings and flies away.
When the senior brother named Huiming came here, under the guidance of the little novice monk, he stood next to Qin Liuxi, clasped his hands and said, "Almsgiver..."
"Is this pagoda made of gold?" Qin Liuxi pointed to the golden pagoda.
Huiming was stunned for a moment and looked along her finger. She was asking about the pagoda in the main hall, and he replied proudly: "Of course, yes, this is the pagoda donated by pilgrims from Yunning Temple."
"Whole pure gold?" This is too generous.
Huiming choked for a moment and said: "Of course it's not pure gold, but a layer of gold foil on the outside."
"I guess so. If it were all pure gold, it wouldn't be possible for the snitches to stare at it, beat it down and move it away overnight." Qin Liuxi said in a serious tone.
Huiming's face turned dark. Thinking of that scene, it was too bleak to think about.
He coughed and said: "How can a flying thief dare to cause trouble in the Holy Land of Buddhism without fear of being blamed by the Buddha?"
Qin Liuxi shook his head: "You don't understand. You Buddhists all pay attention to compassion and kindness. If the snitch first knelt down and knelt down to the Buddha, told his miserable situation, and then borrowed the golden pagoda, it would be regarded as saving all sentient beings. Then
Buddha is embarrassed to blame, right? Otherwise, how can we say that he is compassionate and saves all sentient beings? This snitch is also a member of all sentient beings." As for 'borrowing' it and not paying it back, you can pay it back when you are developed.
If the little novice on the side has some enlightenment, it seems that this is the truth.
Huiming: "!"
A monk is not allowed to use violence, but when he heard this son's words, he couldn't help it.
What kind of burglar can you say is so logical, so elegant, and so blatant in stealing things? Is it you?
Do you still want to steal the golden pagoda of Yunning Temple?
Huiming looked at Qin Liuxi with a somewhat unkind look.
"Don't look at me like that, I know what I said is right, but I won't enter Buddhism." Qin Liuxi turned around and said with a smile: "I'm not interested in visiting Buddhism, but I am a little interested in this golden pagoda.
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In the future, when the Xiao family completes the golden dome, she will earn two golden beasts for her temple to guard. They are domineering and beautiful.
Huiming thought to himself, who wants you to enter Buddhism? If you enter my Buddhism with this mouth, the Buddha will be so angry that he will give up his position!
"The donor is overthinking." Huiming suppressed his anger and said, "The donor wants to find an abbot for something important. My host is hosting guests to visit Buddha. I'm afraid I won't have time to receive the benefactor."
Qin Liuxi finally turned around and looked at Huiming.
I understand, this is a fight against the host. I think everyone who asks for an audience can be met. Is this a downgrade?
Qin Liuxi grinned and said, "Actually, I don't necessarily ask to see the host. If you can reply to me, I can ask you."
Huiming was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"
"Do you know of any eminent monk or Buddha in history who achieved enlightenment and whose bones were left outside?"
Buddha bones?
Is it a Buddha bone relic?
These are Buddhist treasures, how could they be left outside?
Huiming said without thinking: "Buddha's bone relics are a precious treasure of Buddhism. Anyone who can obtain this treasure must keep it properly, how can it be easily lost outside?"
Qin Liuxi seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
She said that she did, and that she was still living in a mass grave where the ghosts and resentments are the most. Do you believe it?
Seeing her smile, Huiming felt a little confused in his heart.
This smile seems to have some meaning.
"Look, I said I have to ask your family to host it."
Huiming understood clearly what he said, which meant that he didn't know enough about it, so he didn't know.
Huiming was a little annoyed, his face was slightly hot, and he wanted to argue a few words, but when he looked at her eyes, he didn't look like she was being arrogant, but he really wanted to ask this question.
Huiming thought for a while and said: "The host is still waiting for guests. If you can wait, I will pass the message on your behalf."
Huiming's face brightened slightly, and he made a Buddhist salute with his hands.
He just turned around and saw his abbot standing at the door of the monastery. He hurried over and said, "Host."
Qin Liuxi also turned around and looked. He was an old monk with peaceful features, wearing a golden and red cassock, a string of rosary beads around his neck, and a hand raised in front of his chest. There was a golden light of merit on his body.
This is a truly enlightened monk.
Qin Liuxi came over and bowed to him. It was not a Buddhist ritual or a Taoist ritual. It was just a courtesy from a junior to an elder.
"I don't dare to accept your courtesy." Master Ciyun's eyebrows were soft, he avoided it slightly, and then stepped forward to help Qin Liuxi's hand.
Qin Liuxi could see the merits on his body, so how could he not see the dazzling golden light of all the merits on her body.
She saved many people and many believers.
Huiming was stunned and didn't dare to accept the courtesy?
"Master, I have something to ask Master, I don't know..."
Ciyun nodded: "I knew you were coming, so I came here to greet you. Please come this way."
Qin Liuxi followed him to the Zen room. Huiming came to his senses and quickly followed him to wait on him.
In the Zen room, there were only a few sandalwood incense, Qin Liuxi knelt down on the futon, and Huiming served the two of them a cup of Kuding tea.
Master Ciyun said: "You don't need to serve me here anymore, go down."
Huiming responded respectfully, retreated and closed the door, still a little dazed.
The host actually met that little thief with a poisonous mouth. No, who is she?
Master Ciyun directly pointed out the origin of Qin Liuxi in the room: "Ten years ago, the Qingping Temple in Li City was reopened. The poor monk heard from Abbot Huineng of Wuxiang Temple that Taoist priest Chiyuan had a disciple who was very talented.
The light of Xuanmen, I’m talking about you, right? The poor monk vaguely remembers that your Dharma title is not sought?"
