Chapter 1151 The ancestors have accumulated virtue
Baitou Temple is a small temple. It has been around for about a hundred years since its completion. The original intention is related to the Yellow River. It is nothing more than two points. During the drought, I hope to come to Baitou Temple to pray for blessings and make the heaven rain.
During floods, I also hope that God can grow eyes and not let the flood flood. No one knows whether Baitou Temple is powerful or not. I only know that the incense here is not very strong, especially in the past 10 or 20 years, the daily life of several monks in Baitou Temple
Life has to be supported by villagers from all villages, and life is really not good.
The two little monks, one of the host and the other one of the monks who do odd jobs, are all very slim, far from the fat and big ears of the monks in the big temples.
Tonight, it may be the most crowded day in Baitou Temple. There were almost a hundred people from the main hall to the three wing rooms behind. Unfortunately, none of the people who came here were incense.
The host of Baitou Temple stood in front of the door of the hall with a serious face. The village director and Bai Shirt had already greeted him. The villagers of Taohua Village are here to take refuge. As for what to avoid, no one knows, only Taohuayu
After the downstream river section was cut off, something seemed to have come out.
Everyone in the temple knew that there was a problem, but the atmosphere was not nervous or panic when it was not known what the difficulty was. A bunch of children were crowded together and chatted. The old man and the old lady sat on the ground chatting, and there were only white shirts and
The village director wiped cold sweat with a nervous look on his face.
"Dad Xu..." Bai Shing knew that Dad Xu hadn't arrived yet, so it was probably over.
It was late at night, and although it was summer, it was slightly cool.
This slight coolness is not an emotional way of expressing it, but the old host standing in front of Baitou Temple felt a cool feeling. The cool breeze, no, it should be said that the cold wind blew from the mountain road in front of the temple.
He trembled, and then the cold wind blew into the hall. The originally noisy Baitou Temple Hall suddenly became silent.
After a strange silence, a six or seven-year-old child got into grandpa's arms, sneezed, and whispered: "Grandpa, I, I'm a little cold."
"Grandma, grandma, there seems to be someone outside," a three-year-old child suddenly pointed outside the temple and said.
"Wool, wow, wow" Three or four local dogs suddenly jumped out from the side, barking at the outside with their tails standing upright, barking wildly, hoarsely.
On the mountain road in the distance, a staggering and slightly staggering figure walked towards Baitou Temple. If someone got closer to it, he would probably find that there was no shadow around it against the backdrop of the moonlight.
"Gudu" Baitou Temple abbot swallowed, and he reached out to touch the old robe on his body. When he got wet, his sweat had already wet his clothes.
"Tread, tram" On the village road, the figure was getting closer and closer. The old host first discovered that half of the person walking across the street was missing, and half of the intestines were hanging down on his chest and abdomen, but the most amazing thing was
His eyes were staring at this side hungrily.
The white shirt and the village secretary suddenly fell to the ground with a "thump". The villagers behind were all shocked. The originally silent hall suddenly became noisy. The old man and the children were all hugging each other tremblingly, and several middle-aged women were trembling.
asked, "Ghost, there are ghosts..."
"Close the temple gate" the old host ordered the little novice monk: "Get the three incense ash in front of the Buddha, and my wooden fish."
"Master, Master..." Xiao Shami handed the wooden fish and incense ash to the abbot, and then asked: "Master, why don't you come in?"
"I'll guard the door. No matter what, don't open the door of the palace. God has the virtue of living a life. One hundred lives. All I can do is to win more chances of survival for them." The old host said calmly: "Please keep the door."
Close it”
In Taohua Village, Xiang Que and Xu Rui arrived in a hurry and found a messy village with livestock and corpses everywhere.
"No one?" Xu Rui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Dad Xu saw the opportunity early. After knowing that he could not handle the things under the sluice, he asked someone to withdraw all the villagers. He should have hid, but he still had to hide.
OK, fortunately, there was no big mess.”
"How long can this guy hide? This guy has eaten so many livestock and his physical strength must be recovering quickly. Do you know what level it has reached now?"
"Come on after you, and you must press it before it harms people."
"Nan! Wu! Ah! Mi! Tuo! Buddha!"
In front of Baitou Temple, the old host sat cross-legged on the ground and knocked on the wooden fish with his hands, muttering in his mouth: "The eyes are pure and the cultivation is as broad as a green lotus, and the mind is pure and has saved all meditations. After a long period of accumulation of pure karma, he is said to be infinite. He guides the crowd to be silent.
After seeing the great saint transformed divinely, they all appeared in the infinite lands of the ten directions, and the Buddhas among them preached the Dharma...
The abbot of Baitou Temple is just an ordinary temple abbot. He does not understand Feng Shui and does not cultivate Yin and Yang. To put it bluntly, he is just an ordinary person. However, the old host became a monk at the age of fifty and has been sincere in his efforts to the Buddha and has been in Baitou.
The temple has received merits for more than ten years. If you say that ordinary people do not have any skills, they are devoutly pursuing Buddha, and they are the purest children of Buddhism.
Although there is little incense in Baitou Temple, after all, there are still some years and many good deeds accumulated over the years. There is no difference between temples, no difference between temples, no difference between high and low. The difference between thousand-year-old ancient temples and small mountain temples is that the incense is the effect.
It is common, and it can resist monsters and monsters!
The old host knocked on the wooden fish and sang Buddhist scriptures, closed his eyes and held his hands in front of his chest, as if he was not afraid of the figure walking towards the temple gate. Until the other party approached, he grabbed a few handfuls of ashes from the incense burner.
Sacred before you.
"If there is no self, no creation or acceptance, the good and evil karma will not be destroyed. It will be the power of the Buddha tree to subdue demons, and the path of enlightenment will be accomplished. It has no intention and no action, but has all destroyed the heretics..."
Under the dark night sky, a auspicious cloud suddenly gathered above Baitou Temple. A faint golden light shone from the clouds and fell on the old host in front of the temple, making it look very solemn.
With the Buddha's voice chanting from the old abbot's mouth, the figure in front of the temple finally stopped, and the broken half of his head showed a look of pain and struggle.
In Taohua Village, Xiang Que and Xu Rui looked up at the same time, and after looking at the auspicious clouds in the distance, they immediately realized that there should be a temple outside Taohua Village, where a monk who sincerely respects Buddha lives.
"The villagers of this Taohua Village probably have had great charity from their ancestors," Xiang Que sighed.
Everything in the world has its cause and effect. If the ancestors of Taohua Village were all unforgivable thieves, maybe they were hiding in a black temple today. Maybe it was because of the ancestors' virtue that caused the whole village to survive today.
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