Luohan Temple is really corrupt, no, it’s really in ruins.
It's so ruined that I can't believe this is still a temple.
Not to mention the three big wolf dogs tied at the gate of the mountain, baring their teeth and barking at us crazily, the group of hens penned in the left corner alone made me confused for most of the day.
If Buddhists raise poultry, are they going to eat meat or eggs?
Even if it is not to satisfy the desire of tongue, selling it is still considered killing.
It also violates the strict rules and precepts of Buddhism.
Look at the right side again, oh, seven or eight goats are grazing with their heads down and bleating.
Beside the mottled and collapsed wall, there were more than a dozen pieces of clothing hanging on a hanging hemp rope to dry, including many men's large underpants.
It's actually the most eye-catching red color.
Swinging in the wind, swaying, it is really eye-catching and amazing.
Lingxi looked around with a playful expression.
Ji Qinghe said sarcastically: "No wonder there are no pilgrims coming to make offerings to the Buddha. The seemingly pure place of Buddhism has been turned into a smoky mess, and only fools come to make offerings to the Buddha."
"Hey, junior sister, you are wrong about that." Pei Chuan shook his head and said, "There is a saying that when meat and wine pass through the intestines, it remains in the heart of the Buddha."
"Having a Buddha in your heart and putting aside the rules and regulations is already the highest state of Buddhism."
"Amitabha, how good it is, how good it is. We have the chance to see this scene today. It is indeed a blessing in life..."
Pei Chuan said seriously, he couldn't help laughing, and said in a disdainful tone: "Uncle Xinglan is right, what nonsense Buddhism is, it's just a bunch of old bald heads who think they are otherworldly."
"Wearing cassocks, reciting Buddha's words, and claiming to save the world, in fact, he is full of bad ideas and his head is full of delusions."
"Take Li Muzi, the real successor of Buddhism, for example. On the surface, this young monk looks kind-hearted and full of spiritual energy."
"But in fact, there are not many people who died in his hands?"
Ji Qinghe picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the wolf dog that kept roaring. He said viciously: "What do you call it? Believe it or not, I will kill you for hot pot."
"Let's go and take a look inside." Lingxi stepped into the mountain gate with interest.
Walking along the broken stairs, the scene inside the mountain gate was really beyond my expectation.
Facing the center of more than a hundred stairs is the main hall of Luohan Temple, Luohan Hall.
The yellow walls and yellow tiles, although they are also shabby, have been kept clean.
Outside the main hall, a half-meter-high incense burner burned only a few incense and rich sandalwood.
An old monk in gray robe was cleaning the ashes outside the incense burner with a broom, seriously and meticulously.
He looked very old, with age spots covering his cheeks, loose skin and deep wrinkles.
We were about seven or eight meters away from him. At such a close distance, he didn't seem to know anyone was coming in.
Ji Qinghe asked in a low voice: "Senior sister, is this Fan Yang?"
Lingxi said nothing and walked towards Luohan Hall.
It wasn't until Lingxi walked to the incense burner that the old monk cleaning up the incense ashes realized someone was visiting.
He raised his head and recited a Buddhist chant, his eyes fell on Lingxi, he bowed slightly and said in a dry voice: "Should the donor offer incense or return the wish?"
"None of them." Lingxi faced Luohan Hall and said, "I'm looking for someone."
The old monk was silent and expressionless.
Lingxi walked into the main hall, looked at the golden statue of Sakyamuni Buddha and said jokingly: "I'm looking for Fan Yang, the first fortune teller in Daxia."
"I am ignorant and don't know who Fan Yang is." The old monk bowed his head apologetically, with a sincere attitude.
Lingxi took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and put it into the merit box, and said with a narrow smile: "Monks don't tell lies."
