Chapter seven hundred and twenty-one - seven hundred and twenty-two
Chapter 721-722 Zen Singing of Buddha’s Sounds
"Basang, what are you doing?"
When Lama Gegu saw the little lama's behavior, he couldn't help being shocked. Although this little lama was young, he had been following the living Buddha Qiangpa Luozhu for six or seven years. He was an attendant of the living Buddha, and his status in the Jokhang Temple was higher than his.
Much higher.
Among the team searching for the reincarnated soul boy of the Living Buddha this time, there is the little lama Pasang. I believe that after the living Buddha is found, the little lama will also be sent to the Buddhist academy for further study. His future future will definitely be much better than that of Gegu, the law-enforcement lama.
"It is the patron saint of the Snowy Mountains and the guardian beast of Buddha..."
The little lama couldn't express himself in Chinese, so he simply started talking to Gegu in Tibetan.
If anyone in the Jokhang Temple knows the true meaning of Qiangpa Luozhu’s gift of Zhuang Rui Dzi Beads, maybe the only one is this little Lama Pasang. He clearly remembers every word that the Living Buddha said at that time. It’s just that the White Lion was too
He was too young to associate it with the patron saint of the snowy mountains.
But now that the adult white lion was in front of him, the little lama immediately remembered the words of the Living Buddha, and he no longer had any doubts. If he was not the patron saint of the Snowy Mountains, how could he have grown to such a big size in more than a year?
Body shape?
"This...how is this possible?"
Lama Gegu looked at the white lion next to Zhuang Rui and murmured to himself. Although these lamas' devotion to Buddhism was unquestionable, they had never seen the Buddha appear. Suddenly he heard someone talking to him next to him.
A mythical beast of the same level, this brain suddenly couldn't turn around.
The little lama nodded affirmatively and said: "It's true, the Living Buddha said it himself..."
In Japan, the status of living Buddhas is very high, and reincarnated living Buddhas like Qiangpa Luozhu are very rare, and they are even more god-like existences. After hearing Pasang's words, Lama Gegu did not hesitate anymore.
He immediately turned over and bowed down to the white lion, muttering something in Tibetan.
The white lion had no interest in the man kneeling in front of him. After taking a look at Gegu Lama, he raised his forelimbs and touched Gegu's bowed shoulder slightly with his paws.
“The pictures are as real as the pictures, and the details are real!”
Seeing how spiritual the white lion was, Lama Gegu showed a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. He spoke in Tibetan that Zhuang Rui and others could not understand. He kowtowed to the white lion three times before he stood carefully.
stand up.
The staff member of the Religious Affairs Administration seemed to be able to understand the words of Gegu and Pasang Lama. After taking a curious look at the white lion, he said to Zhuang Rui: "Mr. Zhuang, there is nothing going on today. It's mainly about the temple."
For activities, you can watch the ceremony at Jokhang Temple, or you can go out for a walk, and the three of us will accompany you..."
Zhuang Rui came to attend this ceremony, but the Panchen Lama personally ordered it. Not only did the government attach great importance to it, but the Jokhang Temple also sent Gegu and the young lama Pasang to receive it.
Zhuang Rui also wanted to see how the Jokhang Temple prayed for the Living Buddha, so he immediately said: "Let's check out the activities first, and then go out for a walk in the afternoon..."
"Okay, Mr. Zhuang, please come with me..."
The staff were very familiar with the Jokhang Temple. After hearing what Zhuang Rui said, He Gegu and the little lama walked in front to lead the way, while Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei followed behind.
After passing through several corridors carved with Buddhist stories, I don’t know whether it was the identity of the staff member or the respect for the young lama. The lamas I saw along the way turned their bodies to make way for Zhuang Rui and his party, and clasped their hands to everyone.
Make a salute.
Under the guidance of the staff and Basang, Zhuang Rui came to the innermost circle of the cloister. In this vast inner circle venue, thousands of monks had gathered here. Everything that caught his eye was yellow.
Lama costume.
"Mr. Zhuang, please go to the second floor to watch the ceremony..."
After Zhuang Rui heard the staff's words, he raised his head and glanced at the second floor of the corridor. There were rows of chairs there, presumably for receiving guests from all parties. Zhuang Rui nodded, and Peng Fei and others
We walked up together.
At this time, there were already many people sitting upstairs, all believers and laypeople who came from all over the country. Of course, these people all have a certain status and have contributed to the promotion and development of Tibetan Buddhism. Otherwise,
I have no right to sit here either.
The arrival of Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei surprised these people because they were too young. However, when the white lion appeared on the second floor, their attention was immediately attracted. Such a big man
The Snowmastiff will attract everyone's attention no matter where it is.
Of course, since these people are lay Buddhists in Tibetan Buddhism, they naturally know the status of Tibetan Mastiffs in the world. Their eyes only show surprise, but not like when they were in the mainland, the first feeling of everyone who saw the white lion was fear.
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Zhuang Rui's location was also the best. In the first row by the window, you could clearly see the activities in the square. After leading Zhuang Rui to his seat, the young lama Pasang and Gegu Lama took their leave.
The white lion lay quietly at Zhuang Rui's feet.
There seemed to be no place for the staff member on the second floor. After saying hello to Zhuang Rui, he left his business card and left, saying that when Zhuang Rui wanted to go out, he must call him first.
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The monks in the square have not started chanting sutras yet. In Zhuang Rui's view, the lamas wearing different colors of clothing seem to be standing in order according to the different clothes, holding various prayer flags, Buddhist umbrellas, and it is spectacular.
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Just as Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei were discussing in a low voice how to distinguish the identity of a lama based on his clothing, a voice sounded from behind: "Two young brothers, are you also here to attend the ceremony?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment. Isn't this nonsense? Everyone is sitting here. Are they here to attend the ceremony or just to watch the fun?
"Yes, I came to attend the ceremony..."
Zhuang Rui looked back and saw that the person speaking was an old man in his sixties. There were strings of Buddhist beads hanging on both wrists and a jade Buddha on his chest. He seemed to be a devout Buddhist.
"Ahem... Little brother, where did you buy this Tibetan Mastiff?"
Seeing that Zhuang Rui didn't want to talk to him, the old man didn't want to get too close to him, so he simply asked. As soon as the old man asked, the people sitting next to him immediately pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what Zhuang Rui said.
answer.
Needless to say, the ferocity and loyalty of the Tibetan Mastiff. In the eyes of these people, the Tibetan Mastiff also has the status of a sacred animal that protects religions and temples. Being able to raise such a Tibetan Mastiff can be regarded as a sign of respect for the Buddha. Therefore, this viewing platform
Among the ten people, nine were listening to the conversation between Zhuang Rui and the old man.
Zhuang Rui smiled, gently stroked the hair on the white lion's neck with his hand, and said: "I didn't buy it, this was given to me by the Buddha. It is my brother and partner..."
Zhuang Rui was afraid that these people would bring up the topic of using money to buy white lions, so he simply moved the Buddha out. Don't you believe in him? You are embarrassed to buy what he gave me, right?
Sure enough, after Zhuang Rui said these words, the old man showed a resentful look on his face. After his eyes lingered on the white lion for a while, he finally took it back and did not make any other demands, because they all knew that,
The person who can sit here must not only be rich, but also have status. Although Zhuang Rui is young, no one dares to look down upon him.
In this kind of Buddhist holy place, no one dares to make loud noises. Even the people on the viewing platform, even if they are familiar with each other, their voices are very low. Just when Zhuang Rui was waiting for the ceremony to start, suddenly from the stairs, there was
Slightly noisy sound.
Looking back, it was an old man who came to the second floor tremblingly with the support of two young people. The person following him was actually Yang Kaiwen. This surprised Zhuang Rui and came in person as Yang Kaiwen.
Reception, this old man must have a good background.
Looking intently, Zhuang Rui suddenly laughed. Among the people who dared to come up, he knew several of them. The old man, who was over eighty years old, was the helmsman of Zheng's Jewelry in Hong Kong. A young man who supported him
The person is his grandson Zheng Hua, who is quite close to Zhuang Rui.
Seeing that it was Sir Zheng, Zhuang Rui felt relieved. Not only was this old man a business tycoon, but he also seemed to hold the position of vice-chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. His rank was quite high. It was reasonable for Yang Kaiwen to personally receive him.
"Brother Zheng Hua, I didn't expect that the old man would also come to attend the ceremony?"
Seeing an acquaintance and an elder, Zhuang Rui naturally couldn't let others greet him, so he quickly stood up and greeted him.
"Brother Zhuang, hey, why are you here? I thought you were busy with the museum?"
Zheng Hua did not expect to see Zhuang Rui here. When the museum opened a few days ago, he personally went to give him a generous gift. With his deliberate friendship, he and Zhuang Rui are now brothers.
"I have some connection with the living Buddha Jianpa Luozhu. Thanks to the great love of the living Buddha, he once gave me a string of dzi beads that he wore with him, so I came..."
Zhuang Rui smiled and did not say that he was invited here forcefully. Otherwise, he would definitely be despised by these devout Buddhists.
"Brother Ouyang's grandson, right? I've met you. Is Brother Ouyang in good health?"
Sir Zheng has a very good memory. He met Zhuang Rui once at the small private auction in Hong Kong last year. Now after hearing the conversation between Zhuang Rui and his grandson, he immediately recognized him.
"Thank you Grandpa Zheng for your relationship. Grandpa is in good health..."
Zhuang Rui replied respectfully, and together with Zheng Hua, he helped the old man to sit on the chair at the front desk. Among the people who came earlier, some who were familiar with Sir Zheng also came over to say hello. Zhuang Rui and Zheng Hua chatted.
After a few words, he returned to his seat.
There are many believers of Tibetan Buddhism in Hong Kong. Zhuang Rui did not expect that Sir Zheng was also a devout Buddhist believer. This is quite different from his behavior in the business world. Perhaps he seeks peace of mind through faith.
Bar?
The commotion caused by Sir Zheng's arrival soon subsided with the speech on the makeshift rostrum in the square.
He was talking to Zheng Hua and others just now, and did not pay attention to the changes in the venue. It was not until there was a sound that Zhuang Rui realized that the podium in the square was already full of people. The person who sent Sir Zheng to the viewing platform
Yang Kaiwen, I don’t know when, also slipped onto the podium, and his seat was very close to the middle.
What surprised Zhuang Rui was that he knew the person sitting next to Yang Kaiwen, but he was Deputy Director Dai of the State Administration of Religious Affairs. It seemed that the ceremony to search for the reincarnated soul boy of the living Buddha was of very high standards.
A man in his fifties wearing Tibetan clothing spoke first. He spoke in Tibetan. Zhuang Rui couldn't understand a word of it. When he looked at Peng Fei, he also stared at him with big eyes and small eyes.
Those who looked around probably didn’t understand Tibetan either.
"That is the chairman of the autonomous region, who came specially to attend this ceremony..."
The Gegu Lama next to Zhuang Rui explained to Zhuang Rui that the leaders of the autonomous region must participate in such a ceremony, and Qiangpa Luozhu Living Buddha has great influence in Tibetan areas, so the level of the people who come is correspondingly very high.
of.
After the Comrade Chairman spoke, an old lama with a wrinkled face and a short height began to speak. According to Gegu's introduction, this is another Living Buddha of the Jokhang Temple, who is already over ninety years old.
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The ceremony went on one by one. After the old living Buddha spoke, the loud Dharma drums sounded. In the sound of the drums, Sanskrit chants were chanted. Thousands of people chanted sutras at the same time. The entire Jokhang Temple was enveloped in the sound of sutras.
among.
This time the chanting only lasted for about five minutes. As soon as the drums stopped, the sound also stopped. Eight eminent monks in yellow lama costumes began to burn incense and chant incense chants.
In front of the incense burner, there was a table with a set of old lama costumes, a prayer wheel and two ritual objects that Zhuang Rui didn't recognize. After the incense was finished, thousands of monks in the venue
, they all knelt down and bowed down to the table.
After completing this ceremony, the monks sat cross-legged on the ground and began to pray and chant sutras. In the sound of the sutras, they wanted to feel the Buddhist metaphors of the living Buddha Jianpa Luozhu, look for the aura of the reincarnation of the living Buddha, and look forward to the coming of the Buddha's verses.
Inside the Jokhang Temple.
The uniform sound of chanting sutras gradually increased from weak to strong, and slowly, it seemed that this was the only sound existing in the world. Unlike noise, although the sound of chanting sutras was loud, it did not make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary,
Hearing the chanting, Zhuang Rui felt peaceful and peaceful in his heart.
Not only Zhuang Rui felt this way, everyone on the viewing platform closed their eyes and listened to the chanting. Sir Zheng even muttered words with a baby-like smile on his face, which was full of wrinkles.
, there is a faint brilliance appearing.
"Huh? What is this?"
After being immersed in the sound of the sutra for a while, Zhuang Rui suddenly felt something in his heart, because he found that the spiritual energy in his eyes seemed to be turbulent. When he opened his eyes, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Over the square filled with chanting lamas, I don’t know when a thick white mist appeared. Although there were patios around the square and winds came from all directions, the mist gathered and never dispersed, always staying in the courtyard.
On top of the lama's head.
"Could this be what Buddhism calls the power of aspiration?"
There is a saying in Buddhism: magic is no match for supernatural powers, supernatural powers are no match for karma, and karma is no match for the power of wishes. The power of wishes refers to the original wish of the human heart, which can eliminate karma obstacles, break up inner demons, communicate with heaven and earth, and produce great supernatural powers. In Buddhism, the power of wishes is
This is what is meant by "the power of aspiration to achieve the Pure Land".
Zhuang Rui had never believed in the existence of the power of wishes or karma before, but it seemed difficult to find any other explanation for the mist formed by the chanting of thousands of lamas besides the power of wishes.
Zhuang Rui tried to let his spiritual energy come into contact with the mist, and he immediately felt a warm breath entering his body. In the mist, it seemed that a great monk was explaining scriptures, chanting Sanskrit chants, and his mouth was filled with lotus flowers.
Those verses that were recited so fast that Zhuang Rui couldn't understand them at all suddenly seemed to start to be verbose. Word by word flashed in front of Zhuang Rui's eyes with incomparable clarity.
Like the holy water in the pure bottle in the hand of Guanyin Bodhisattva, these sounds and fonts washed Zhuang Rui's mind over and over again, making his thoughts and ideas become clearer and clearer.
"Brother Zhuang, what's wrong with you? What were you talking about just now?"
Peng Fei, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, heard Zhuang Rui mutter something and opened his eyes, but he didn't see anything except the lamas who were chanting sutras all over the place.
"It's nothing, Peng Fei, I didn't go anywhere in the morning, I just listened to the eminent monks chanting sutras here..."
After Zhuang Rui was awakened by Peng Fei from that state, he glared at Peng Fei unhappily and said, "If you're impatient, go out for a walk..."
Zhuang Rui was afraid of being disturbed by Peng Fei again. To be honest, although Zhuang Rui didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, the feeling in the mist just now made his mind open. The thoughts in his mind were clear, and even the aura in his eyes was
There was no reservation about anything, as if there really was a great and eminent monk in the aura reciting sutras and listening.
You must know that Zhuang Rui has never mentioned it to anyone since he developed supernatural powers in his eyes. This ability, which is different from ordinary people, has certainly made Zhuang Rui famous and worth hundreds of millions, but at the same time, it has also brought Zhuang Rui a lot.
confusion and pressure.
For more than a year, Zhuang Rui has deliberately kept the secret of his eyes. Even in his sleep, he did not dare to leak it. Firstly, it was too mysterious, and secondly, Zhuang Rui was afraid that others would not believe it.
For a while, Zhuang Rui wanted to go see a psychiatrist and talk to him, but in the end he didn't do it because Zhuang Rui was afraid that the psychiatrist would diagnose him with symptoms of mental delusion.
This kind of pressure has been accumulated for a long time, making Zhuang Rui feel exhausted and unable to relieve it. However, in the mist that rose from the Zen music and Buddha singing just now, this kind of pressure was released, and the feeling of comfort was almost gone.
Let Zhuang Rui*** come out.
In just a few minutes, most of the depression that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time was dissipated. Zhuang Rui had already decided to become a monk today and experience the wonderful essence of Buddhism.
"I feel very comfortable listening to this scripture. I won't go out anymore..."
After Zhuang Rui heard Peng Fei's words, he glanced at him and said that Buddhism can resolve violence. Is it true? But the sound of this sutra does make people feel at peace.
"Whatever you want, don't disturb me from experiencing Buddhism..."
After Zhuang Rui said something half-truthful, he closed his eyes.
Opening and closing his eyes had no effect on the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes. When the aura entered his wish again, the feeling that seemed to make his soul sing came back to him.
The dust in my heart was washed away one by one in the Zen singing, and the thoughts in my mind became more and more transparent. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Zhuang Rui didn't know how long it had been before the sky was full of wishes.
Suddenly it disappeared.
"Huh? It seems like it's not the scripture just now?"
After Zhuang Rui opened his eyes, he found that the lamas in the audience were still chanting sutras, but all the aspiration in front of him had dissipated. After careful examination, the sutras being recited now seemed different from those at the beginning.
"Why did it go by so fast?"
Zhuang Rui looked at his watch and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. In other words, from 9 o'clock in the morning to now, he had been sitting motionless on his chair for six hours. After seeing the time clearly,
Zhuang Rui's stomach made a "gurgling" sound.
He turned his head and looked around. There were only a few people left on the viewing platform. Zheng's grandfather and grandson had already left. Even Peng Fei was nowhere to be found. However, the white lion was still lying at his feet, opening his eyes and looking at the platform.
The lamas below also seemed to be wondering about something.
"Master Gegu, where is my companion?"
Zhuang Rui saw Gegu sitting cross-legged behind him and asked quickly.
Gegu stood up and replied respectfully: "He has already left and asked you to call him..."
Not to mention whether the white lion is the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains, even today Zhuang Rui listened to Buddhist scriptures and entered a state of trance, which also greatly surprised Gegu. Not to mention that Zhuang Rui is just a mortal, even many eminent monks find it difficult to enter.
In that ethereal realm, this can only show that Zhuang Rui has a great relationship with Buddha.
Therefore, Gegu stopped Peng Fei and Zheng Hua from trying to wake up Zhuang Rui at noon, and stayed by Zhuang Rui's side.
"Okay, I understand. I still need to trouble Master Gegu to take me out..."
Zhuang Rui took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He found that there were seven or eight missed calls on the silent phone, including those from Peng Fei and Zheng Hua, and several from Qin Xuanbing and his family. Zhuang Rui did not
I was in a hurry to call back. After all, in this Buddhist holy land, making a phone call is very impolite.
Gegu had been staying by Zhuang Rui's side. Knowing that he had not eaten at noon, he said, "We have a vegetarian restaurant in the temple. Would you like to try it, Master Zhuang?"
Zhuang Rui thought about calling back, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it next time when we have a chance..."
Gegu did not force himself, and led Zhuang Rui and Bai Shi through the maze-like corridors to the entrance of the Jokhang Temple.
First, he called Qin Xuanbing. Knowing that everything was fine at home, Zhuang Rui called Peng Fei. Peng Fei was wandering on Barkhor Street when he received Zhuang Rui's call and rushed over quickly.
"Let's go, find a place to eat first, I'm starving to death..."
Zhuang Rui waved to Peng Fei and walked towards the Western restaurant in his memory. Just two steps away, his cell phone rang. Zhuang Rui took it out and saw that it was Zheng Hua calling.
