Puji Temple in Kyoto, mid-August, the first day of the seventh lunar month.
On the first and fifteenth days of every month, the incense in Puji Temple is particularly prosperous.
A large number of good men and women devoutly went up the mountain to offer incense, burn paper, and kowtow their hair to make vows.
They don’t respect Buddha, they don’t worship Avalokitesvara, they only pray to the Dragon-subduing Master holding a broken cattail leaf fan as “Ji Gong”.
Not worshiping or worshiping does not mean that you do not believe.
But for ordinary mortals, Sakyamuni Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva are too far away from them.
People in the world have selfish intentions, and it is difficult to eliminate the six roots. Unless they are ascetic monks who wholeheartedly worship the Buddha, almost no one can truly achieve the goal of not seeking anything.
But Jigong was different. He drank alcohol, ate meat, and was crazy and eclectic.
Such "spiritual pillars" can become Buddhas. Isn't that what all living beings want in their hearts?
In the early morning, the sun shines and falls on the mountains.
Li Muzi walked up the mountain in a hurry.
He walked very quickly, without squinting his eyes, and his expression was solemn.
Dressed in casual clothes and wearing a peaked cap, he is fair and handsome.
Because it was during the summer vacation, many students came with their parents to join in the fun.
They range from eight or nine years old to their early twenties. There are boys and girls, chatting and laughing.
Li Muzi raised his head occasionally, which attracted the beautiful eyes of many young girls. They were so amazed that they did not want to move their eyes for a long time.
"Wow, Nan Nan, that boy is so handsome."
A short-haired girl yelled to her companions: "Just like the one in the comics, he is much more handsome than the schoolboy from Zhou University you like."
"This height should be 1.8 meters, right?"
"Hey, didn't you see that his skin is white, tender and flawless, and you can even pinch it with water?"
"Woooo, what should I do if my heart is moved?"
The short-haired girl entangled her hands and said like a nympho: "Please help me get my contact information, go ahead, please."
The long-haired girl who was traveling with him seriously criticized: "Classmate Miao Xiaoqiu, please be respectful and reserved, and don't be unable to control yourself when you see a handsome guy. We are here to burn incense and worship Buddha, and hope that the exam will go well."
"This is Puji Temple, and the person worshiped is Jigong, not Yuelao."
Miao Xiaoqiu refused to let go, grabbing the long-haired girl's arm and shaking her from side to side, saying: "Fate is hard-won, it is God's arrangement."
"Buddha said that only by looking back at the past life five hundred times can we pass by one in this life. I don't want to miss it."
"As long as you can help me get my contact information, I will cover all the food expenses for the next semester."
"I will bring you plenty of meat and fish every time, and I will never break my promise."
Miao Xiaoqiu vowed, and the long-haired girl named Sun Nannan was very moved and lowered her head in thought.
Her family's financial situation is average, and her monthly living expenses are exactly 1,000 yuan.
This was the hard-earned money earned from the construction site by her father, who was very weak and worked hard from dawn to dusk.
For college students living in Kyoto, one thousand yuan is obviously not enough.
Especially girls, they need money to buy study materials, clothes, cosmetics, everything.
If someone can pay for her food, she can save half of her money every month, which will undoubtedly reduce the family burden.
Likewise, she also has money to buy the things she likes.
For example, that brand jacket I had been looking at for a long time on Taobao but was reluctant to buy, but it only cost 700 yuan.
Thinking of this, she, who was weak and inferior, mustered up the courage and nodded: "Shall I give it a try?"
Miao Xiaoqiu shouted excitedly: "Go, I'm waiting for your good news."
Sun Nannan brushed her broken hair around her ears and sped up to keep up with Li Muzi.
"This, this classmate." She said weakly, as thin as a mosquito.
Li Muzi heard it, but did not stop.
With his cultivation level, he could clearly hear the conversation of these two "little sparrows".
In the past, he wouldn't have minded stopping and playing with them, even as a bed partner, it would be a very interesting thing.
But today is different, someone from Buddhism is here.
The one who came was the Great Elder, one of the nine elders with the highest status.
Li Muzi guessed half of why he went down the mountain.
