Chapter 45 Bodhisattva burning incense is not as good as Buddhism
Jiang Wuji woke up in the morning this time. Since he had decided to go to a mental hospital, he would leave in the afternoon.
After lunch, my aunt asked: "How do you feel?"
"I feel that my aunt is very beautiful." Jiang Wuji said with a smile.
The aunt rolled her eyes and said, "Do you need to say this? I'm asking you, how do you feel now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Jiang Wuji: "I have lots of energy, but after lying down for a long time, my whole body feels swollen and uncomfortable."
"I'll take you somewhere first, and then go to the hospital." The aunt raised her eyebrows with a mysterious look on her face.
Jiang Wuji smiled bitterly: "Aren't you afraid that I might suddenly get sick outside?"
"Wuji, you..." My aunt's eyes suddenly turned red.
Jiang Wuji quickly said: "I'm just kidding you, it's okay, I'm fine now."
"real?"
"real."
Jiang Wuji asked: "So where are we going?"
The aunt pursed her red lips, and then said with a serious face: "There is a Buddhist temple in our city, which is very effective! When you were still in the hospital, the doctors tried many methods but could not relieve your symptoms. Later I went
Then burn incense and worship Buddha, and you will be fine soon. Do you think it works or not?"
"Superstitious." Jiang Wuji curled his lips.
"How can this be called superstition? This is called rather believing that something exists than believing that something does not exist~"
…
At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was scorching hot.
Jiang Wuji and his aunt came to the Buddhist temple three kilometers away.
The temple is not big, but the bodhi trees in the courtyard are huge, tall and green.
The incense in the movie hall lasts forever, and it deserves more people to come and worship.
Pilgrims come and go, even on this hot day.
Smoke fills the air, and chanting sutras and Buddhist chants linger in my ears.
Arriving at the center of the temple, a "Main Xiong Palace" attracted all Jiang Wuji's attention.
After crossing the threshold, a big Buddha with black beads on his head, dignified and kind, with lopsided ears and shoulders full of auspiciousness appeared in front of him.
Jiang Wuji didn't understand much of this, but his intuition told him that this was Tathagata Buddha, and he was a C after all.
Next to it are the Eighteen Arhats, Guanyin Bodhisattva and other Buddha statues. On the stone pillars are dragons and flying phoenixes. The whole hall exudes majesty and solemnity.
Jiang Wuji was surprised that there were so many Buddha statues enshrined in this small temple.
All the believers bowed down to pray, burning incense and hand-written lotuses.
Every pilgrim who came here was very pious. At the same time, Jiang Wuji also saw red and green bills being stuffed into the merit box one after another.
The young monk next to the stone pillar would pull down the oil lamp from time to time and help the faithful men and women add sesame oil.
At this time, a fair-looking monk walked up to Jiang Wuji, put his palms together and bowed: "In Buddhism, lighting an oil lamp is to light the lamp of the heart, and it is also to convey one's sincerity to the Buddha. The light of wisdom that represents the Buddha's teachings shines universally, and can illuminate
Break the darkness of ignorance at the center of all living beings.”
"There were no electric lights before, so using oil lamps and offering lamps in front of the Buddha was a great merit and benefit."
"Merit and benefit?"
Jiang Wuji glanced at the devout pilgrims and asked, "Master, tell me, are they kneeling before the Buddha or their own desires?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled. Just as he was about to answer Jiang Wuji's question, he was interrupted by his aunt's voice.
"Wuji, let's worship Buddha."
"Hey, hello, Master." The aunt held a bag of incense candles and bowed to the monk with her hands together.
The monk returned the greeting: "The young monk's name is Jueming."
"Oh, Master Jueming, is Wuji causing trouble for you?" my aunt asked.
Jueming shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't blame the female donor. She is just a little confused and needs answers from the young monk."
"Confused?" The aunt looked at Jiang Wuji, her eyes seemed to be questioning.
"Nothing." Jiang Wuji sneered, wanting to put the matter over as soon as possible.
After all, it is indeed very impolite to say what I just said in this place, and it is more or less a bit sick.
However, Jueming said: "Take care of yourself alone, and you can solve your confusion."
"Oh, thank you, master. Then master, let's burn incense first." Jiang Wuji said perfunctorily.
However, Jueming was a little reluctant. He deliberately blocked the way of the two of them and asked, "The young monk has answered your question. Can you answer the young monk's question now?"
Jiang Wuji frowned: "What?"
Jueming: "The young monk wants to know, why are you, a Taoist cultivator, coming to our Buddhist temple?"
"Taoist? What Taoist? My family is not diseased and I am not a Taoist." Displeasure appeared on my aunt's face.
However, Jiang Wuji looked horrified, his pupils shrank, and he stared at the little monk in front of him who looked about the same age as himself.
"How do you know I am a Taoist priest?" Jiang Wuji asked in a deep voice.
My aunt's face froze: "Are you a Taoist priest? Why didn't I know? When did you become a Taoist priest?!"
Jueming smiled but said nothing.
Jiang Wuji suddenly reached out and grabbed Jue Ming's wrist, shouting: "Tell me! How do you know! Tell me!!!"
This voice attracted many surprised looks.
"Wuji!"
"Let go! Let go, Wuji!"
"I'm sorry for disturbing everyone, I'm sorry!"
"Wuji!!!" My aunt was so anxious that she almost burst into tears.
She just wanted to bring Wuji over to have some incense together, but now she realized that she was wrong, a big mistake!
Wuji's condition is different from before! Completely different!
Threads of blood crawled and spread in Jiang Wuji's eyes.
But Jueming sarcastically said, "Taoist priests are indeed not as good as my Buddhist disciples."
"Whatever you say."
"Tell me! How did you know that I am a Taoist priest!"
"You are in there too, aren't you!!!"
At this moment, several tall monks hurried over.
Jueming, who looked arrogant a second ago, ran away like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw them!
However, before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by the monks and stood up.
The skinny Jueming struggled and laughed at Jiang Wuji: "Hahaha! Stinky Taoist priest! I will never tell you!"
"Boundless Buddha Dharma, laugh at ignorance and anger, Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, hahaha! That's nonsense! Hahaha!"
Jiang Wuji wanted to catch up, but the high fever happened to relapse at this moment, making him dizzy and weak.
The feeling of weakness was like a flood, coming fiercely and swallowing him up in an instant.
At this time, the abbot wearing cassocks walked in from the door.
He stood at the gate and bowed to everyone in the hall.
“Donors, please don’t blame me.”
"Jueming is an abandoned baby adopted by me. He was born a fool and had a bad fate. He sneaked out today and shocked all the donors."
"Don't blame, don't blame, Amitabha."
"Idiot? Mental illness? Mental retardation? No! He's not!" Jiang Wuji screamed with all his strength.
But as the world began to spin, he fell heavily to the ground with his eyes wide open.
In the gradually blurring vision.
My aunt burst into tears.
The surrounding Buddha statues showed strange smiles.
