Chapter 148 You are a ghost who will not go to reincarnation
Monk Tang was introduced to the Baolin Temple and was well received. The abbot, the master of the temple, only said that Master Sanzang was the real Buddha. Otherwise, how could he summon the Buddha to appear when he was the only disciple shouting in front of the Buddha?
I wanted to treat him with good food and drinks, for fear of neglecting Master Tripitaka, otherwise I would not be afraid that some of his disciples would demolish the Buddhist temple, and I would also be afraid that the Buddha would be punished.
It was also the Great Sage who had instructed the abbot in advance not to spread nonsense about the Buddha's apparition, otherwise it would make him look good. Otherwise, at this time of year, the whole country would have been alarmed. Even if it was about to fall, there would probably be many princes and nobles in front of him.
Come and pray to Buddha.
The abbot sent all the disciples away, leaving him alone to serve.
Seeing his low-brow and flattering face, Fahai said, "You are both a Buddhist disciple and the master of a temple. How can you be so self-deprecating for so long?"
Seeing that Master Tripitaka was very noble and upright, the master of the hospital was not afraid of him reprimanding him. He restrained himself a little, but still said casually: "The holy monk is an imperial envoy from the higher country, and the young monk is not welcome. Now I have arrived at the barren mountain.
, But the worldly eyes do not recognize the honorable etiquette, and it is a great fate to meet the elder after encountering each other. I have disrespected you before, and I have not apologized to the holy monk."
"No need." Fahai waved his hand and said, "Let me ask you, before my disciple stayed with you, why didn't you accept it?"
"This is not a matter of deliberate embarrassment for the disciples." The abbot began to explain the cause, which could be regarded as an explanation for his previous mistakes, so as not to offend the Buddha seriously. "The ancients said that when a tiger enters the city, every house will close its doors. Although
If you don’t bite, you’ve lost your reputation recently.”
The great sage asked curiously: "Oh? Why did you lose your reputation recently? Please tell me in detail and be more detailed. If you speak without reason or dare to make up nonsense, I will sue you again before I go to the Buddha.
shape."
"Grandpa, let alone go to the Buddha to complain, your iron-rod little monk can't stand it. How dare you lie?" The abbot, the master of the hospital, first apologized to the great sage, and then said: "Grandpa, I don't know how many people there have been in the past few years.
The monks also came and sat down at the gate of the mountain. The disciple saw that they were poor and poor, with shabby clothes and no shoes, bald heads and bare feet. The disciple felt pity for his raggedness, and thought that they were also disciples of Buddhism, so he invited them in.
First, we entertained them with a vegetarian meal, and then lent them each one of their old clothes. The original intention was to keep them for a few days, and then release them after they recovered."
"Alas -" the abbot, the owner of the courtyard, sighed and said, "How could you know that they are so greedy for the freedom of food and clothing here that they live here for seven or eight years without even thinking about leaving."
"Are you just letting them eat and drink for free?" Bajie also came over.
"Hey." The abbot, the head of the temple, laughed at himself. Although he was scared when he saw Bajie at first, now that he is used to it, he feels it is normal. He said to Bajie: "Since my temple is crowned as royal, how many people can eat?"
The place they live in is really nothing...it’s just that these people are really dishonorable and do all kinds of unfair things, which makes my disciples lose all patience."
"How unfair is this?" Fahai has always been a good observer of people's emotions. The words of the abbot, the master of the hospital, are true and he has never seen any lies, so he asked this question.
"These few are probably not serious monks. When they have free time, they go to the house to remove tiles; when they are bored, they hammer nails into the walls; when they are even more angry, they tear down the windows to light fires in winter, and barricade the doors to bully pilgrims in summer...
You tore the flags and cloth in the temple into leg straps, secretly exchanged the scent of your teeth for cyanine, and took away the oil in my glass and the ironware on my stove and sold them for gambling money... It took a lot of effort to get rid of them, but you guys
When he arrived, the disciple was also afraid of showing up again, so he... didn't dare to take him in."
After hearing this, the great sage smiled and said: "You are also a monk who has not practiced much. If my master were here and those barbarian monks dared to come and play tricks, I would ask them to serve the Buddha obediently without any disrespect.
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The abbot, the master of the courtyard, was quite disapproving after hearing this. Aren't you a disciple of your master?
I don’t think you have any respect for the Buddha, yet you smashed his golden Buddha statue.
After explaining the whole story clearly, the master and the disciples did not argue with him anymore. Seeing that the sky had turned into night, the abbot, the master of the courtyard, said goodbye and left, not daring to disturb the rest of the elders here.
"Master, what happened today was due to my recklessness... I only thought that he looked down on others, but I never imagined that there was such a reason." The great sage waited for your elder to leave and then confessed to the master.
"It doesn't matter." Fahai didn't take it to heart, he just said: "Isn't this a common thing in the world of mortals? I shouldn't have been born in a Buddhist temple. When I was a teacher, I accepted demons on sight, not to mention good and evil. It's not like him now.
He is good at arguing and does not tolerate wandering, but he is somewhat similar."
"Master, does he have such a past?" The Great Sage was a little curious, "Would you like to tell me about it?"
"Hahahaha." Seeing the great sage's interest, Fahai just said: "If I had followed my teacher's past temperament, if I had met you at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain that day... I am afraid that you would not have paid any attention to the Buddha's orders and Bodhisattva's instructions.
Just smash the head of you monster monkey with one stick and save you."
The Great Sage shuddered when he saw that what the Master said did not seem to be false. He thought about it for a moment and said with a smile: "Then I have to thank the Master for not killing me."
While the master and apprentice were chatting, they admired the moon by the light of the sky.
Not long after, Bajie went to bed first.
Fahai took out a volume of scriptures and read them carefully in front of the candlelight.
When the Great Sage saw Master reading the scriptures, he also somersaulted onto the beam of the room. He couldn't sleep soundly on the bed and had to sleep at a high place to feel comfortable.
Xiao Bailong took his spear and found a secluded place to practice his marksmanship. Wu Jing Jiu Ling had eight days to rest, and the remaining one was on guard duty.
Fa Hai sat in the meditation hall of Baolin Temple, recited "Liang Huang's Water Repentance" under the lamp for a while, and read the "Peacock Sutra" for a while. He only sat there at midnight when he saw several disciples falling into deep sleep.
Wrapped in the bag, just when I was about to close my eyes and relax, I heard a banging sound outside the door and a strong wind blowing.
There was a cold wind blowing outside the window, and if he were an ordinary elder, coupled with the bright or dark lights swaying, he would have been frightened to death.
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Are you still afraid of this dark wind?
He stood up and took a look, and saw that the dark wind was blowing away fallen leaves, fluttering and rolling clouds...the sky was filled with stars, and dust and sand were scattered all over the ground.
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The doors and windows of the east and west pavilions were rattling, and there seemed to be gods and ghosts howling in the front and rear corridors. All the vases in front of the Buddhist hall were blown to the ground, but it was Fahai who held them up with his magic power, so that they did not break.
This sinister wind is unusual. Although it has a ghostly air, it does not seem to have the intention to harm anyone.
Strange things, strange things.
Fahai walked towards the source of the sinister wind, but this time he shook the ghost king outside the door so anxiously that he asked why this elder refused to sleep for so long?
If he doesn't sleep, how can I entrust him with dreams to save myself from trouble?
He has been waiting outside for several hours. If the elder doesn't sleep, it will be dawn...
Huh?
Just when the Ghost King was in a daze, he saw the elder coming out of the meditation room and striding towards him.
What a dazzling Buddha light!
Before he could sigh, he heard the elder speak the truth: "Where is the ghost? Instead of going to reincarnation, it is hovering here."
It turned out that as soon as Fa Hai went out, his eyes saw a ghost hiding in the dark wind. This ghost was wet and dripping with water, and he was probably drowned. The person who drowned in the mountains... either slipped and fell into a well, or he was drowned.
It was someone who was harmed.
Looking at him again, I saw no resentment coming over him, but a wisp of crape myrtle lingering around him.
Fahai looked at him carefully again, and saw that he was wearing a sky-high crown on his head, a jasper belt around his waist, an ocher yellow robe with a collar of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, a pair of worry-free shoes with cloud-head embroidered mouth, and a pair of handles in his hands.
Douluo star Bai Yugui. His face is like the Changsheng Emperor of Dongyue, and his shape is like the Kaihua Lord of Wenchang.
He is not a monster, nor is he an evil god... I am afraid he is the king of some dynasty.
Fahai felt even more surprised, so he asked him one more question instead of directly taking action to save him.
"Elder... you can actually see me?" When the ghost saw Fahai asking him a question, he hurriedly took a step forward. He was afraid of startling the elder, so he slowed down his steps.
"Amitabha." Fahai clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, saying: "The poor monk is a monk sent by the Tang Dynasty in the east to go to the west to obtain scriptures. He is also good at saving the souls of the dead. I look at your appearance. You should have been dead for three years, but you are still the same.
If you don't enter reincarnation... I'm afraid that you will be harmed by others and your life span will not be exhausted; and your wish will not be fulfilled... If you tell me carefully, the poor monk can save you and enter reincarnation as soon as possible."
"Oh!" The dead soul was shocked and said, "Elder Rong, I am the leader of this Wuji Kingdom."
"The late king?"
"To be honest with Master, I was the one who founded the country at that time and renamed it the Wuji Kingdom... and was the first generation leader of the country."
"It turns out that he is still the founder of the country, disrespect, disrespect." Fahai bowed his hand to him. Anyone who can be the founder of a country cannot be underestimated. "But why did your majesty end up in such a situation?"
"Elder, there is a profound reason for this. Please listen to me explain it in detail."
"Your Majesty, please speak." The leader of a country was murdered. This matter was quite strange, which slightly aroused his interest.
"I dare not lie. Five years ago, there was a drought here, no grass grew, and the people all died of hunger. It was very sad..."
Fa Hai listened and sighed: "The people are suffering. What does this have to do with His Majesty falling into the water?"
"Master, as the ancients said, the country is upright and the gods are happy." The king also sighed and said: "Maybe when I founded the country, I killed a lot of people and hurt the sky. Although I opened a warehouse to provide relief to the people, I regretted my past mistakes.
, revitalize the good deeds of today, worship Buddha sincerely, and hope that the heavens will be harmonious and the rain will be smooth... But alas, this disaster has only depleted the country's central warehouse, money and food have been exhausted, and even the civil and military classes have suspended their salaries.
, there is not even a trace of meat in my meals... I also imitated King Yu in controlling the water, sharing the joys and sorrows with all the people, bathing and fasting, burning incense and praying day and night. After three years of this, there was no improvement, and the rivers dried up and the wells dried up.
..What can I do?”
Fahai listened thoughtfully and said: "The poor monk thinks that now the Wuji country has good weather, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. I think it has passed the disaster year safely."
The king explained: "At that time, we were in danger. Suddenly, Quanzhen came from Zhongnan Mountain, who could call the wind and rain, and turn stones into gold. He first saw me as a civil and military official, and then he saw me. He immediately invited him to go to the altar to pray. It was indeed effective. Only
When I saw the sound of the token, there was a heavy rain in an instant. I only expected three feet of rain to be enough. He said that the long drought could not moisten the water, and another two inches of rain fell. Seeing that he was so righteous, I made friends with him eight feet.
Brothers call it - but never think that it is a disaster."