Chapter 88: Meng Buddha Recruitment, Monthly Pass]
As soon as Wang Zelong, the magistrate of Hangzhou, returned to the government after handling official duties, he heard that the old lady had gone to Jinshan Temple to worship Buddha and burn incense. He felt a little frightened in his heart, as if something earth-shattering was about to happen.
After reading for a while at home, I was still restless, restless, and impatient. It was like a fire in my heart that wanted to burn everything out.
"I always feel that something is going to happen. No, I have to go see my mother. I must not let any accident happen."
Wang Zelong was a handsome man, seven feet tall, with a square face. He was wearing an ordinary gray robe and walked out of the room, saying:
"Li Jiu, Wang Liu."
Two government officials with swords flashed beside them and responded loudly:
"exist."
"Hurry and prepare the sedan. I'm going to Jinshan Temple. The sooner the better."
"Yes, sir."
Li Jiu and Wang Liu quickly prepared the sedan. The prefect Wang Zelong got on the sedan and sat in it. Still feeling uneasy, he hurriedly said:
"Go faster, go faster, and get to Jinshan Temple as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir."
Hearing this, the bearers carrying the sedan relaxed their pace, striding as fast as flying, and moving forward quickly. They were surrounded by seven or eight government servants with swords. They were as light as a swallow, and they looked like martial arts masters at a glance.
When we arrived at the gate of Jinshan Temple, a young novice monk came up to us happily:
"Today Jinshan Temple is supposed to make a fortune. First, a white-faced young scholar came and was rewarded with gold. Then the old lady of the prefect came and was even rewarded with a handful of silver coins. Looking at this situation now, the background is even more extraordinary."
The sedan landed with a bang, smoothly and smoothly. When the curtain was lifted, Wang Zelong strode out with a dark face and a voice as loud as a bell, extremely majestic:
"Little monk, where is the old lady who came to Jinshan Temple today to burn incense and worship Buddha? Please take me to see her."
"The old lady who burns incense and worships Buddha?"
The young novice monk was shocked by the majestic pressure emanating from Wang Zelong, and felt a little frightened in his heart:
"Is she the kind-hearted old lady who came today?"
"Exactly!"
Wang Zelong suppressed the ominous premonition in his heart and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible:
"Take me to her quickly!"
"master!"
The slaves who were originally sent out by the prefect's mother, when they saw their master coming, they all hurriedly ran over from nearby, and fell to their knees in darkness:
"Welcome, sir!"
"Why be so polite!"
Wang Zelong waved his hand, pointed at one of the people, and said:
"Sun Guang, please take me in quickly to look for the old lady. I am restless today. I always feel that something unknown is going to happen. I hope God will bless me. For the sake of my integrity and integrity as an official for many years, tens of millions of
Don't let anything happen to my mother."
"If something happens to the old lady at Jinshan Temple, there is no need for this Buddhist place of mercy to exist."
Wang Zelong also heard about the white lotus falling from the sky at Jinshan Temple, but he never took it seriously, thinking that it was just a far-fetched trick used by the monks in the temple to defraud incense money.
For such tricks, as long as they do not affect the stability of the entire Hangzhou Prefecture, Wang Zelong usually turns a blind eye. He does not hope that any big trouble will occur during his tenure.
Sun Guang looked at the gloomy-faced magistrate, knelt down and responded, then stood up immediately:
"Sir, please come with me!"
He turned around and trotted, leading the way. He turned a few corners and passed a few pavilions. He saw a pool of autumn water in front of him. Beside the autumn water, stood many servants from the palace. The servants were surrounding a man with white beard and hair.
old monk.
Wang Zelong walked over with a dark face and shouted:
"What are you doing? Why don't you disperse? What are so many people doing around an old monk? People who don't know may think it's me, the Hangzhou Prefecture, who is bullying others."
Hearing Wang Zelong's voice, the faces of the nearby slaves all turned white.
"I've met the master."
The servant knelt down, but Wang Zelong ignored him and bowed slightly to Zen Master Wu Neng:
"The servant is rude and the master is frightened."
"They also had no choice but to do so."
Zen Master Wu Neng's heart was bleeding, but he had to smile on his face:
"Besides, if you say that your family is compassionate, all the four elements are in vain. This is nothing."
Wang Zelong glanced coldly at the slave kneeling on the ground and shouted:
"For the sake of Master interceding for you, I will write down the punishment of the rod. If you commit any crime in the future, you will be punished for all crimes."
After looking around, I still didn't see my mother. I felt even more uneasy. Then I cupped my hands and asked Zen Master Wu Neng:
"Master, my mother came here to burn incense, worship Buddha, and pay homage to Bodhisattvas. Where is she now?"
"Sir, there is no need to panic."
Zen Master Wu Neng smiled slightly:
"The old lady worshiped the Buddha with devotion and her merits were immeasurable. She finally moved me, the Buddha, and was welcomed by the Buddha to enter the great Western Paradise.
, Eternal calamity, eternal freedom, this is a great blessing that is rare in hundreds of millions of calamities, it is really gratifying and congratulatory."
"Blessed by Buddha?"
Wang Zeguang was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically and his voice became cold:
"Old Zen Master, are you kidding me? You must also know my identity. I also know all of you gods and ghosts, so don't play this trick with me."
"My lord is joking."
Zen Master Wu Neng was calm and composed:
"The old lady was indeed summoned by the Buddha and ascended to bliss. Many people saw her on the spot. She was surrounded by smoke and white lotus, and she flew away leisurely in the midst of celestial joy."
Wang Zelong turned his head, looked at the slave kneeling on the ground, and asked:
"Are all these things the old monk said true?"
The slaves all drooped their heads, their voices trembling:
"Just now, the old lady came here to watch the white lotus ascend. Who would have thought that as soon as the white lotus appeared, the old lady flew up, was wrapped in lotus, and disappeared. We don't know if she ascended or what happened?"
Wang Zelong felt a pain in his heart. He knew that the old lady was afraid that something unexpected had happened. His heart was in great pain, so he forced himself to ask:
"Where did that white lotus come from and where is it now?"
One finger to Sun Guang:
"Sun Guang, come here and explain it clearly to me."
Sun Guang had already found out clearly from the servant next to him. Hearing this, he hurried over and told the whole story.
Tell it to Wang Zeguang.
With a gloomy face, Wang Zeguang waved his hand after hearing the whole story:
"Come here, surround the entire Jinshan Temple for me. Don't leave even one monk or one person. I will question you."
Li Jiu responded from the side:
"Yes, sir."
"Come on, brothers, surround Jinshan Temple and don't leave a single monk."
Looking at Zen Master Wu Neng who was in a daze, Wang Zeguang glared fiercely and walked towards the pond. Wang Liu was so surprised that he quickly followed him:
"Sir, please be careful. This pool has a strange, strong smell of blood."
"The scholars are all majestic, but I only have the wind in my sleeves. I am still afraid of those evil spirits and monsters. I asked people to dig ditches and release water. Let me see what is hidden in the pond." (To be continued. If you like this movie.
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