Chapter 133: Monks pull ghosts to do pyramid schemes, and the city can play
It was dusk, but the flow of people on the streets of Chang'an didn't seem to decrease much. Some people passed each other, one of them smiled and nodded, and the other was silent and his eyes were in a trance.
Anyifang is located in the south of Dongshi. Because it is very close to Dongshi, most of the merchants who are resident in Dongshi rent houses here. It is also considered prosperous among the other squares in Chang'an.
There is an extremely ugly house on the east side of the intersection in Anyi Square. It is said that it was the house of a wealthy businessman named Lu during the Sui Dynasty. Then it changed hands several times. After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, it became the house of a wealthy businessman named Zang.
people.
As dusk approached, a whining sound came from the backyard of this house, like resentment, admiration, weeping, and complaining...
When this sound sounded, the owner of the house, Zang Chun, who was lying in his bedroom, felt a burst of yawning, and a wave of sleepiness surged into his heart.
Then a thin layer of mist suddenly filled the backyard of the house, and then a slim woman wearing a green skirt and red sleeves slowly appeared in the yard like a flower in the fog, her sleeves covering her face, mourning
Cry bitterly.
Just when the fog first appeared, Zang Chun's head tilted suddenly on the pillow, and he fell asleep.
In a daze, Zang Chun seemed to feel that he ran from his room to the yard for some reason, and the woman in the green dress and red sleeves was wailing in front of him.
Then, Zang Chun saw the woman suddenly walking towards him, and then bowed gracefully in front of her.
"Can the gentleman listen to the slave singing a song of hatred? If the slave sings well, can the gentleman help the slave to save a life or two in a Buddhist temple..."
In a daze, Zang Chun felt himself nodding and agreed to the woman's request.
Then I saw the woman slowly getting up, wandering back and forth in the yard as if aimlessly, her mouth matching the beat, and singing repeatedly in a deep voice:
"It is predicted that on the day when I go to the gorge, there will be many storms and waves in autumn. It rains all night in Jiangling, and my heart is broken and I sing Mulan's song."
The song is filled with resentment, as if a ghost is crying...
Zang Chun opened his eyes, feeling a burst of sadness coming from him, and couldn't help but shed tears as he sang.
At this moment, a crackling sound of applause suddenly came from a corner of the courtyard, and a figure in white came step by step from the fog, still cheering for the woman.
"Well done, Cai!"
In an instant, the sad atmosphere created by this poor woman was dispelled by 80%.
After the figure in white clothes appeared, Zang Chun suddenly felt clear in his heart, and his ability to move seemed to have recovered. He raised his hand and wiped his still crying eyes with his sleeves, only to realize that he didn't know when
Back to his own fault.
Zang Chun quickly got up, moved to the bedroom window, and looked into the yard, only to find that the yard was empty, with not a single person in sight.
Everything that just happened was like a dream!
At this time, outside Zang Chun's house, the woman in the green skirt and red sleeves was running quickly from Anyifang to the south of Chang'an City without moving, as if flying. While running, the woman was still panicking.
He turned his head in confusion, as if something strange was chasing him behind him.
After waiting for this woman to run all the way through Xuanpingfang and Shengpingfang, and reaching the vicinity of the Xiuxianfang, she stopped in shock and looked around with lingering fear, her face sad.
"The slave family is really unlucky. Seeing that they have found someone who is willing to go to a Buddhist temple to save the slave family, they accidentally meet a Taoist priest from the Taishi Bureau..."
The woman raised her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her expression gloomy.
"This time, I have only mentioned to two people that I need to believe in the Buddha devoutly. I don't know how much food I can exchange for it. Alas..."
The woman exhaled a long breath.
"I can't believe that I will be hungry again in the next few days. I originally thought that after these dreams were successful...forget it, it would be good if the people from the Taishi Bureau are alive. Let's hurry to the place where the flames are set."
While talking to herself, the woman took steps again, followed the road to the left of the practice workshop, and turned to Jinchangfang next to it.
In the sky behind her, Kong Qing touched his chin with his hand, thoughtfully.
"Flame opening? That means eating?"
Jinchangfang is located on the south side of Chang'an City, close to Qujiang Pool and Furong Garden in the south of Chang'an City. It has beautiful scenery and is a rare forest and spring-shaped scenic spot in Chang'an City, so it is natural...
There are many more monk temples here!
The first is of course the Wulu Temple, whose heritage can be traced back to the Northern Wei Dynasty. Although not many people seem to know the name of this temple, in the 22nd year of Zhenguan, Li Zhi, who was still the prince at the time, would visit Wulu Temple in memory of Empress Changsun.
Wulu Temple was added and renovated on the basis of Wulu Temple, and then Wulu Temple was renamed Daci'en Temple.
That’s right, it’s the Great Ci’en Temple with the ‘Big Wild Goose Pagoda’ that Tang Monk Xuanzang once translated scriptures for!
There is also a Chuguo Temple to the southwest of Wuluo Temple. The temple has running water, a pond and a bamboo forest, and is very quiet. To the northwest of Wuluo Temple is Jingzhu Temple. There is a stone pagoda in the temple, which is solemn and beautiful.
The woman stopped in front of the door of Jinchangfang and carefully looked around, as if to confirm that the Taoist priest from the Taishi Bureau was not following her. Then she straightened her clothes and walked through Jinchangfang.
He opened the gate of the square and walked towards the square quietly.
But what she didn't notice was that above her head, Kong Qing, dressed in white, was suspended in the air, holding a little milk cat in his hand.
At this time, there were many shadows gathered in Jinchangfang, which looked like humans in the eyes of ordinary people, but looked like ghosts in Kong Qing's eyes.
"So many ghosts gathered here?"
Kong Qing looked at the scene below that looked like a meeting of ghosts, and tilted his head strangely.
"Are you saying that they are all here for dinner? What is this, a ghost dinner?"
Before Kong Qing finished speaking, he heard bells ringing simultaneously from Wulu Temple, Chuguo Temple, and Jingzhu Temple. Then the main gates and side doors of the three temples opened at the same time, and dozens of monks carried the
He walked out of the temple carrying many things.
"what is this?"
Kong Qing looked at the things that the monks were carrying, which seemed to be food, and casually threw an identification technique on them.
Ghost food:
Ghost food created by Buddhist magic and the power of condensed incense not only allows ghosts to taste the taste of food, but also fills their stomachs. Even starving ghosts can maintain their appetite for a long time after eating a big meal.
Time is no longer hungry.
honeydew:
The nectar created by Buddhist magic and the power of condensed incense can not only solve the hunger and thirst problem of ghosts, but also make some ghosts who have been burned to death feel a rare sense of coolness.
Kong Qing blinked silently.
So Pindao was right, these ghosts actually came to have dinner, it was just the monks who paid the bill.
How can these monks be so kind?
They don't care if the living have no money to eat, but they actually care if the dead have food or not?
Just when Kong Qing was cursing in his heart, the ghosts who had gathered in Jinchangfang below him had spontaneously started to line up in three teams after seeing the monks carrying ghost food and nectar.
Just like in the canteen at the construction site, we start preparing to prepare a meal.
Seeing this skillful action, it’s definitely not the first time!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Just after the ghosts lined up, they saw the monks knocking the gongs next to them, and then the team began to move slowly.
An old ghost who looked to be in his fifties or sixties and dressed in shabby clothes was the most agile. He grabbed a good seat as soon as the monk appeared and got into the first row.
After the gong rang, the old ghost immediately nodded and bowed to the table where the meal was served, and nodded and smiled at a monk from Wulu Temple standing behind the table. Then Kong Qing heard the monk talking to the old ghost.
said.
"Tell me your name, where are you going to do something?"
"My name is Mo Funu, a ghost from Chang'an County..."
The old ghost seemed to be very familiar with the monk's routine, and said very skillfully. "In the past two days, I have found some old friends in Chonghua Square, Chang'an, and talked with them about what happened after I died."
"Have you said everything you need to say?"
"Of course! Of course..."
The old ghost said with a smile on his face.
"A certain person specifically told a few of them that Buddhism is a great sage. If you want to be free from sin after death, you must believe in Buddhism devoutly. A certain person also asked some of them to burn a volume of the "Miaoho Lotus Sutra" for a certain person, saying that it was okay.
They also agreed to let me get away with it."
"How many people are there?"
"Six...no, seven, seven!"
The old ghost said firmly.
"They are all people who were very close to each other when they were alive. There is absolutely nothing wrong with them."
After listening to what the old ghost said, another monk standing next to the monk nodded to the monk who was preparing the meal, which meant that the old ghost was not lying.
"Well done! Seven, right...continue!"
When the leading monk saw the monk next to him nodding affirmatively, he praised him a few words familiarly. Then, as if he were serving rice in a cafeteria, he picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of ghost food in front of him, and then put it directly on it.
into the old ghost's open lapel.
Kong Qing, who was floating in the air, saw clearly that when the ghost food landed on the lapel of the old ghost's clothes, it instantly turned into food that the old ghost could eat, and there was even a Hu cake in it.
"Thank you, master, thank you, master!"
After seeing the food, the old ghost thanked him profusely, then eagerly picked up the food in his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he walked towards the big tank next to him.
When he reached the edge of the vat, another monk also poured a spoonful of nectar at him. The nectar instantly turned into a wisp of white air in the air and rushed into the old ghost's body.
In an instant, the face of the old ghost, who had looked appetizing just now, turned red.
"The next time will be five days later..."
The monk who splashed water said to the old ghost.
"Still the old rules, you go tell your relatives and friends about the benefits of believing in Buddhism, and then you can come here to get food. If there are many people who come to the temple to help you achieve salvation, we will also help you communicate with the gods in Jingzhao Mansion.
Say hello and find a good seat for you..."
"Yes, yes, don't worry, Master."
The old ghost nodded and said with a bow.
"I have been doing this every day for a certain period of time. I am familiar with it. I have already mobilized my sons and others to help me promote it. I will definitely find someone to save me..."
At this time, Kong Qing, who was floating in the sky, was completely sluggish.
Come on, no wonder Buddhism developed so rapidly after it was introduced to China. It turns out that these monks still have this skill!
Let dead people go to the underworld to behead people to promote the benefits of Buddhism. If you kill more people, you can get a promotion and a salary increase...
Isn’t this just a pyramid scheme?
sure!
These city monks are really good at playing, are we Taoist priests in the countryside really incomparable?