A wooden stick fell out of the jar. Lu Hanjiang picked it up and looked at it. There were two big words written on it, "Big Bad".
He raised his eyebrows, handed the wooden sign to the master monk who was sweating and asked: "Little master, how do you explain this?"
The young monk was sweating profusely. He thought to himself that this noble man's luck must be too bad. For the sake of incense, there are hundreds of chips here, and there is only one big one in total. This one can be shaken out by the opponent.
If it were an ordinary customer, the young monk would at most say a few words of good or bad, and then sell some consecrated Buddhist treasures such as amulets, and everyone would be happy.
However, the man in front of him obviously cannot be dealt with according to the conventional rules. The young monk does not recognize Lu Hanjiang, but he recognizes the Xiuchundao in the hands of the hundreds of officials outside!
"Amitabha."
At this time, the abbot of Jialan Hall came out. The old monk came forward and bowed with his hands together, and said kindly: "Please give me the benefactor to take a look at the lot."
Lu Hanjiang said "Yeah" and handed over the sign. After the old monk took it, the Merciful Eyebrow Bodhisattva instantly transformed into an angry-eyed King Kong. The monk shouted loudly, held the sign with both hands, and broke it with all his strength.
There was just a click, and the evil sign broke into two pieces. While the young monk was dumbfounded, the old monk casually threw the broken sign to the ground, then took the small bucket containing the sign, and after groping for a while, took it out.
Got a lot of luck.
"Amitabha," the old monk delivered a handful of Daji in front of Lu Hanjiang, and then said with a smile: "Donor, please choose one to take away."
"This" Lu Hanjiang raised his head and glanced at the golden Buddha statue. The Bodhisattva's lowered eyes did not know whether he was happy or angry, but his outstretched hand felt a little at a loss.
Lu Hanjiang whispered: "Master, isn't this bad in front of the Bodhisattva?"
"The donor is too worried," the old monk said firmly: "My Buddha is merciful. If you want to seek the Buddha, you must seek the heart. Only the heart is the Buddha. The donor should not be attached to the appearance. The heart is the Buddha. The heart is the Buddha. The heart is not separated from the Buddha.
Buddha never leaves the mind."
"Master's Dharma is indeed profound."
Lu Hanjiang sighed with emotion, and then asked: "One is not enough, can I take them all?"
The old monk smiled kindly and said, "Of course."
Then the old monk packed all the good fortune and gave them to Lu Hanjiang, and then respectfully sent him off to leave the temple. After returning to Jialan Hall, he saw the disciple packing up the broken signs on the ground in despair.
Seeing the old monk coming back, the young monk immediately knelt down and cried: "Master, I have a demonic obstacle in my heart. Please ask Master to help me solve it."
"Idiot," the old monk shook his head and said, "cultivating Buddha means cultivating the mind. How can you become a Buddha if your mind is not calm? You worship gods and Buddhas in this temple every day. Don't you know that worshiping Buddha is worshiping me?"
The little monk was shocked. After a moment, he suddenly realized the truth and said: "Master, I understand that only when you have a Buddha in your heart can you worship me. I was deceived by the appearance. Today I finally clear the clouds and see the sun."
The old monk lowered his head and glanced at the young monk, but shook his head again: "Wrong, wrong."
He sighed and walked to the back hall. The young monk quickly caught up and asked, "Master, what did I do wrong?"
The old monk stopped, glanced at the golden Buddha statue shrouded in tributes, and said with some disappointment: "You don't have a Buddha in your heart, so worshiping it is useless. I ask you to worship Buddha and me as a teacher. I'm asking you to worship me as a teacher, not me."
The clay sculpture body in this temple."
The young monk said dumbly: "Master, why do you have a Buddha in your heart, but your disciple does not have a Buddha in his heart?"
The old monk stretched out his hand and knocked the young monk on the head, and said calmly: "Because you take care of three meals a day for me, you don't worship me, but you work as a slave for these stones. Are you blind?"
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The young monk was stunned on the spot, and his Buddha heart was immediately broken. Then he looked up at the Buddha statues in the temple, and felt that the golden lights of the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were all sarcastic towards him.
After leaving the Jialan Palace, Lu Hanjiang generously gave the lucky sign to Yongle and Shangluo. The two girls took it away happily. He also asked Cui Yixiao if they wanted it, but unfortunately they all declined.
Others may not believe it, but in fact Cui Yixiao also believes in Buddhism. Although he has also served as a torture officer in prison and killed countless people under his command, this does not prevent him from believing in Buddhism.
This was also the reason why he declined these lottery tickets. After all, he could not treat ghosts and gods as nothing like Lu Hanjiang. However, although Cui Yixiao believed in Buddhism and recited Buddhism, he had no good impression of Shaolin Buddhism.
Cui Yixiao did not bother about the lottery. He came to Lu Hanjiang and said to him: "Sir, I received the news that after Huangfu Lingyun escaped from the pagoda in Southern Shaolin, he lost traces in this area. I guess,
This is where he should be hiding."
At this time, everyone had left the Miao territory and returned to the Central Plains. Along with them was the saint Caiwei. On the surface, they wanted to find out the real culprit who destroyed the Lingyue clan, but what was Lu Hanjiang really thinking about?
But still no one knows.
They first went east to the territory of Southern Shaolin. The disappearance of Huangfu Lingyun made the Jinyiwei very concerned. After all, besides the crown prince, he was the only member of the Huangfu family still alive. They could not be careless in public or private matters.
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"Haven't you found it yet?" Lu Hanjiang asked casually, playing with the sign in his hand.
"Despicable and incompetent." All the royal guards lowered their heads in an instant.
"That's it, let's continue investigating. By the way, has Southern Shaolin not responded to this matter?" Lu Hanjiang asked again.
Cui Yixiao hurriedly replied: "After Huangfu Lingyun escaped, Southern Shaolin did not send anyone to hunt him down. It seems that he did not take this person seriously."
"Could he really want to take this opportunity to throw away this hot potato?" Lu Hanjiang thought with some malice.
After thinking to no avail, he looked at Caiwei, who was silent at the side, and suddenly asked, "What do you think, Miss Caiwei?"
Caiwei's spirit was in a daze that was visible to the naked eye. After a moment of confusion, her eyes finally regained clarity: "What did Mr. Lu say?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "No, I just told the girl that tomorrow's schedule has been arranged. I will go to the Shaolin Temple to ask Abbot Lingkong what happened.
Buddhism and Taoism have been fighting for many years, so he may have some understanding of the mysterious Taoist."
Caiwei nodded: "Excuse me, Mr. Lu."
"Girl, please don't forget that when you go to the Shaolin Temple, you still have to call me Mr. Yue," Lu Hanjiang said pointedly, raising the Tianji Sword in his hand.
"Caiwei understands." Caiwei nodded gently.
Lu Hanjiang looked back at the two girls who were playing with the sticks, and sighed in his heart. Then he turned to Caiwei and said with concern: "Young lady seems to be in low spirits lately, why don't you rest here for a few more days? I also know that girl
I'm worried about the blood debt of my clan, but I still have to take care of my body more."
Caiwei smiled warmly: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your concern. Caiwei is fine. I'm afraid it's just because I'm not comfortable with the water and soil of the Central Plains, and I've been a little sleepy recently. It's okay."
"I heard that Abbot Lingkong also has medical skills. Let's show him then." Lu Hanjiang settled the matter without any explanation. This overbearing concern made Caiwei slightly stunned, and then she accepted it with a smile.
She looked at Lu Hanjiang's back in trance, but the other party suddenly turned around. Caiwei was a little frightened, and she hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Lu Hanjiang's eyes fell on his forehead, and he said for no reason: "The mark on Miss Caiwei's forehead."
Caiwei touched the eight-wing mark on her forehead and said strangely: "What, what's wrong?"
"No, I just think it looks pretty." After Lu Hanjiang finished speaking, he smiled and turned around to leave.
Caiwei gently stroked the mark on her forehead, suddenly shook her head in embarrassment, and then hurriedly followed.