"Something related to Buddhism?" Master Zhiren was a little curious. He walked to Qin Yu, sat down on the stone table, and said with a smile: "I may not be able to recognize things that even layman Qin can't recognize.
come out."
"Master is humble."
Qin Yu took out the red beads from his pocket and placed them on the stone table. Master Zhiren didn't take it seriously at first. He glanced at the red beads in Qin Yu's hand with a smile. After just one glance, Master Zhiren felt like he was being shocked.
Unfortunately, he could no longer keep his smile, his expression was excited, his trembling hands pointed at the red beads on the stone table, shaking non-stop, and he seemed so excited that he couldn't speak.
"Master?" Seeing this scene, Qin Yu's eyes flashed with suspicion. It's not that Buddhism emphasizes that the four elements are empty. Master Zhiren's current behavior does not look like an eminent monk who sees through the world.
"Qin... Lay Master Qin, where did you get this bead?" After a long cup of tea, Master Zhiren returned to normal, but his face was still flushed and his excitement remained.
"I forgive you for not telling me the origin of this bead." Qin Yu replied apologetically that he had no intention of telling other uninformed people about the underground palace.
"Amitabha!" Master Zhiren shouted the Buddha's name and said, "Can you show me these red beads?"
"Master, I brought this bead out to ask the master to help me identify it. Master, just take it and look at it." Qin Yu smiled. Master Zhiren seemed to be in a trance at the moment. He took out the bead to ask Master Zhiren to give it to him.
Help with identification.
"Master Qin, don't move, just put it on the table." Master Zhiren saw Qin Yu holding the red beads and wanted to hand them over to him, and hurriedly stopped him. Qin Yu had no choice but to put the beads on the stone table.
.
However, Qin Yu is not stupid. Judging from the performance of Master Zhiren, this bead seems to be an amazing thing. However, what puzzles Qin Yu is that he has studied this red bead and there is no trace of energy fluctuation.
It was an ordinary bead. If it weren't for the fact that it was obtained from the head of the monk in the underground palace, he would have thrown it away long ago.
To be honest, what Qin Yu suspected most was that this bead might be the relic of that monk. But Qin Yu had never heard of red relics, and generally relics would only be produced after death, but he observed
The monk's bones showed no signs of burning, so Qin Yu ruled out the possibility that the beads were relics.
Master Zhiren squatted half-crouched, observing the red beads carefully. His hand seemed to want to touch it, but he didn't dare to touch it. He hesitated. This scene made Qin Yu laugh.
But soon, Qin Yu couldn't laugh anymore. Master Zhiren suddenly looked at Qin Yu with a serious face. The look in his eyes made Qin Yu's hair stand up. He stuttered and said: "Master Zhiren, what are you...
"
"Master Qin, I have a merciless request, and I ask Master Qin to agree to it." Master Zhiren bowed deeply to Qin Yu, a full ninety degrees. Qin Yu hurriedly replied: "Master, why do you have to do this?
If you want to say that Xiao Ke can help, master, just say so."
"I hope Master Qin can transfer it to me, Guangxiao Temple." Master Zhiren pointed at the red bead and begged.
In fact, Qin Yu had already somewhat guessed Master Zhiren's request. When he heard Master Zhiren's request, there was no surprise on his face and he replied: "This bead is useless to me. If Master needs it, then
Just take it and ask the master to tell Xiao Ke what exactly this bead is?"
"Thank you, Master Qin."
With Qin Yu's consent, Master Zhiren's face showed joy, and his expression became excited again, saying: "Master Qin, wait a moment!"
"Jingchi, go inform Abbot Mingsheng and several other masters and uncles, and ask them to rush to the monastery as soon as possible." Master Zhiren shouted to the novice at the door. The little novice did not dare to neglect, and quickly came
Ran out.
Soon, a rush of footsteps came from outside the Zen monastery door, and Master Mingsheng and several other masters appeared in the Zen monastery.
"Junior brother asked us to come here, what's the important matter?" Master Mingsheng entered the courtyard. He did not look at the stone table, but directly asked Master Zhiren. Tomorrow is the opening day of the Water and Land Dharma Assembly. As a
Abbot, there are still many things that he needs to prepare and take care of.
"This is……"
However, the other masters who came in with Master Mingsheng glanced at the stone table. One of the oldest masters exclaimed and walked towards the stone table tremblingly, his eyes falling on the red beads.
After that, he never left again, and the corners of his mouth kept moving.
Master Mingsheng heard this exclamation and looked down at the stone table. When he looked at it, he saw that the beads he was twisting suddenly collapsed due to the force, and the beads were scattered on the ground.
However, Master Mingsheng didn't pay attention at all. His eyes were fixed on the red beads on the stone table. Soon the expressions of the other Masters became the same as Master Mingsheng, looking at the red beads on the stone table.
Each one's eyes lit up, as if a group of hungry men suddenly saw a beautiful woman who had taken off her clothes.
Amitabha, please forgive Qin Yu's thoughts at this moment, but apart from this sentence, he really can't think of any more appropriate adjectives than this.
"This was brought by Master Qin, but Master Qin has agreed to transfer it to our Guangxiao Temple." Master Zhiren said slowly from the side.
"Amitabha." Master Mingsheng recited the Buddha's name. He went to twist the beads out of habit, but found that there was only a red string in his hand and all the beads were scattered on the ground.
"Brothers, are there any mistakes?"
"It can't be wrong!" the oldest master and Master Zhiren replied at the same time.
"In that case, let's ring the bell." Master Mingsheng waved his long sleeves, and several other masters also waved their sleeves. They all faced Qin Yu and said sincerely: "Thank you, layman Qin, for protecting the Patriarch's return.
Your merits are immeasurable, please accept my worship!"
Under the leadership of Master Mingsheng, several mages bowed to Qin Yu, causing Qin Yu to be in a hurry. Looking at the serious expressions of the masters, it was neither wrong nor wrong for him to refuse.
What shocked Qin Yu the most was not the actions of the masters, but the words of Master Mingsheng: Escort the return of the Patriarch. Are these red beads really the relics of a certain eminent monk?
Just when Qin Yu was still thinking, a deep horn sounded throughout the temple, accompanied by the sound of bells. As soon as the horns and bells rang, all the monks in the temple put down their hands.
Things were moving quickly towards Master Zhiren's Zen monastery.
"Why did the chant of Guangxiao Temple suddenly sound?" Zheng Yusen, who was walking towards the temple residence supported by his granddaughter, suddenly stopped and looked at the monk in front of him running past him in a hurry. Zheng Yusen's face
He showed a puzzled look.
"Grandpa, where are these monks going?" Zheng Yue didn't know the function of the Dharma name. When she saw all these monks running away, she was confused.
"The dharma trumpet of Guangxiao Temple rings. As long as they hear this dharma trumpet, all the monks will stop what they are doing. And if there is a bell ringing again, then all the monks will go to the place where the abbot is calling, regardless of
Whatever you are doing, you must arrive within a quarter of an hour, otherwise you will be expelled from the temple."
"So serious?" Zheng Yue was surprised. Isn't this the sound of an army's rallying horn? Once the horn sounds, all the soldiers must assemble, otherwise they will be treated as deserters.
"Therefore, the Dharma trumpet has only been sounded five times in the history of Guangxiao Temple. Over the past thousands of years, every time the Dharma trumpet has been sounded, a major event has occurred. The last time the Dharma trumpet was sounded was when foreign invaders invaded Guangzhou.
The abbot at that time blew the trumpet and called on all the monks in the temple to participate in the defense of Guangzhou."
Zheng Yusen knew the history of Guangxiao Temple relatively well. After hearing what his grandfather said, Zheng Yue became even more curious as to why Guangxiao Temple suddenly sounded the Dharma trumpet today.
"Grandpa, why don't we go and have a look too." Zheng Yue suggested.
"Well, the Dharma trumpet is blowing. I'm also curious about what is going on, but we can only watch for a while and don't speak casually." Zheng Yusen told his granddaughter, and the two of them turned around and walked back to the way they came.
In the Zen monastery of Master Zhiren, Qin Yu stood beside the stone table and stared dumbfoundedly at the number of monks in the Zen monastery.
Full of Sanskrit sounds.
Zheng Yusen and Zheng Yue walked into the monastery and saw two rows of monks in the monastery. Their faces were full of surprise. There were more than 200 monks in the entire monastery, not counting the many who were still standing there.
Outside the door, these monks all looked solemn, lowering their heads and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
"Grandpa?" Zheng Yue was infected by the atmosphere and held Zheng Yusen's arm. She was a little overwhelmed. All these monks were standing on both sides, and their grandfather and grandson were walking in the middle, which was quite unaccustomed.
Zheng Yusen glanced at Qin Yu next to the stone table, his eyes flashed brightly, he quickly walked to Qin Yu's side, and looked at Qin Yu with an inquiring look. Qin Yu could only pause when he saw the inquiring look cast by Zheng Yusen.
He spread his hands and showed a helpless smile, which meant that he was not very clear about what was going on at the scene.
"I, the monks of Guangxiao Temple, obey your orders!"
Master Mingsheng withdrew his gaze from the stone table and said loudly: "As the seventy-eighth abbot of Guangxiao Temple, I am currently enforcing the abbot's order. All my Buddhist disciples must salute layman Qin and follow the temple rules.
My name is engraved in the main hall, next to the Buddha's seat, and I will enjoy the chanting and prayers of all my disciples of Guangxiao Temple."
Master Mingsheng's voice was loud and clear. In an instant, hundreds of monks on both sides turned towards Qin Yu. Under the leadership of Master Mingsheng, they performed a deep Buddhist salute to Qin Yu. Qin Yu also understood that he could not refuse this salute, so he had to smile bitterly.
Accept it.
Only Zheng Yusen and Zheng Yue, the ancestors and grandsons, were really shocked. They had only left not long ago. What happened in such a short time? The monks in the courtyard saluted Qin Yu. This was definitely a great courtesy.
"This Dharma trumpet was sounded because of Master Qin." For a moment, both Zheng Yusen and Zheng Yue's ancestors and grandsons thought of this possibility, and the look of shock on their faces was even worse. (To be continued)