A man named Mr. Dong came to the Jade Buddha with four of his men.
The abbot stared for a long time, and suddenly he turned around, smiled and pointed at the arm of the jade Buddha in front of the glass cabinet and said, "Did you see this blood-red mark, which was left by your grandfather? He did it for
To protect the Jade Buddha, he even broke one of his arms, and was able to break free from the hands of five armed Japanese soldiers and protect the Jade Buddha. He stained the Jade Buddha with blood all the way, and finally escaped to our Tiandeng Temple, where he took the Jade Buddha.
After he handed it over to the abbot of Tiandeng Temple, he collapsed on the spot and never got up again."
After listening to the old abbot's explanation, Mr. Dong had a solemn expression and his eyes were slightly moist.
The old abbot sighed and continued: "Later, the people in the temple performed a salvation ceremony for your grandfather and cremated his body. Just like that, we followed your grandfather's wishes and paid tribute to the Jade Buddha in the sky.
Deng Temple. But the strange thing is that after that, there was a blood mark on the arm of the Jade Buddha. No matter what, it can't be washed away, and the blood mark is getting brighter and brighter."
"Is this the blood mark?" The elegant man nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right! It's this blood stain."
The abbot nodded and continued: "Later, an old mage observed the source of the bloodstain while meditating. It turned out that your grandfather had done meritorious service in protecting the Buddha and was blessed by the power of the Buddha. Before his death, he used his blood to summon the guardian heavenly dragon to possess him.
From then on, the jade on the Jade Buddha was no longer the jade of ordinary people, but the jade of divine dragons. It was protected by the gods and dragons in the sky. Because of this, the Jade Buddha still maintained its intact appearance after being passed around. Unfortunately, the temple later encountered a disaster.
There was a fire and the Jade Buddha disappeared without a trace. I didn’t expect it to be seen again today.”
Hearing this, there was another heated discussion among the crowd.
"Could this be the legendary Dragon-Blooded Jade Buddha? The jade blood of the flying dragon is attached to the body, which can summon the gods to protect it, making it immune to ghosts and gods ten miles away, and protected from wind, fire, water, and earth disasters."
"If you invite this kind of Buddha statue to your house, you will definitely be able to ensure peace."
Listening to people's discussion, the faces of the father and son, the former Northwest Jade King, turned blue and white. They never dreamed that this Jade Buddha would be the legendary Dragon Blood Jade Buddha.
The Northwest Jade King has been playing with jade for most of his life. Now he has a piece of jade in front of him, but he can't see it. Instead, he loses to a layman like Fang Xiaoyu. He can't swallow it.
In order to protect his reputation, Northwest Jade King Tong Lufeng felt it was necessary to stand up and say a few irony.
He came to the abbot, cleared his throat deliberately and said: "Abbott, how do you know that this Buddha statue must be the missing Buddha statue in your Tiandeng Temple?"
"Amitabha! I personally paid tribute to the Jade Buddha back then. I wiped it with a yellow towel every day to keep the Buddha's body clean. I have been doing this for twenty years. How can I not recognize it after a long time?" the abbot replied with a smile.
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At this time, the son of the Jade King of the Northwest said unconvincedly: "Hmph! Who knows if you are here to act as trustees and deliberately make this Buddha statue grand! What kind of dragon blood possession, heavenly dragon protector!"
Who has seen these? It’s not just a matter of your mouth saying yes.”
"Amitabha! Monks don't talk wildly." The abbot gave him a Buddhist salute.
Tong Shaoyu, the son of the Jade King of the Northwest, glanced disdainfully and said, "I don't know whether you are crazy or not. But we have the right to question."
Fang Xiaoyu, who was on the side, looked at the abbot carefully and saw that he was calm and calm, and his eyes were clear. At first glance, he was a senior monk with excellent meditation skills.
And Mr. Dong, who was wearing a suit behind him, was even more noble and elegant. Judging from his face, he had a noble face and must have a good background.
Judging from the conversation between him and the abbot, the two were obviously on the same team.
At this time, Fang Xiaoyu felt the need to come out and stand in line.
Thinking of this, he smiled and said to Tong Shaoyu, the son of the Northwest Jade King: "Master Tong, you can question the authenticity of this jade statue, but you have to provide evidence and show your reasons."
"Hmph! What reason do I need? I just don't like this group of monks who make an ordinary thing seem magical. In my opinion, this is either a favor or a liar." Tong Shaoyu said and glanced at Fang Xiaoyu unhappily.
He glanced at it and said: "And you, boy, if it weren't for the sake of King Appraisal of Treasures, with your half bucket of water, I would have beaten you to pieces."
"Hmm!"
At this time, the man named Mr. Dong deliberately cleared his throat, then raised his face and shouted at Tong Shaoyu: "Who is this! Who told you to yell here?"
"I just yelled, what's wrong?" Tong Shaoyu glanced at the man named Mr. Dong with a sneer, and then puffed up his chest with a proud look on his face and said: "I am the son of the Jade King of the Northwest. I
I can tell you responsibly that this Buddha statue is not a dragon-blood jade Buddha at all, but a pile of rubbish. If you invite a group of monks to come and look at it, it only shows that you have no vision."
Mr. Dong gritted his teeth, immediately waved his hand not far away, and shouted: "Security, drive this person out."
"Yes!" Soon four security guards ran over angrily.
"Mr. Dong, what are your orders?"
"Kick this guy out, we don't need such customers here." Mr. Dong shouted angrily.
"Hey! Why are you chasing me away?" Tong Shaoyu shouted loudly.
At this time, the Northwest Jade King also stood up, blocked several security guards, and shouted loudly: "Hey, what are you doing, why did you drag your son out."
"Because Mr. Dong said, let him get out." The security captain shouted coldly.
"Mr. Dong?" the Jade King of the Northwest yelled angrily: "You guys, you guys are looking down on others, you kicked them out just because Dong asked you to. Do you know who I am? I'm famous in the northwest."
Tong Lufeng, the Jade King of the Northwest. Who is Mr. Dong?"
"Who is the boss? I don't know. I know he is our boss."
The security captain sneered, then winked at the other two security guards and said, "Kick this old guy out too."
"What did you say? Mr. Dong is the organizer here...your boss?" The Jade King of Northwest's eyes widened as big as a bell, and his face suddenly darkened, uglier than dead pork.
After a while, he looked awkwardly at the security captain, forced a smile and said: "Brother, please let us go, I will go and apologize to you, Mr. Dong."
"Get out! Our boss doesn't want to see you! Get out!"
Six security guards forced the father and son out of the exhibition area of the auction hall.
After the Northwest Jade King was kicked out, the abbot nodded to Fang Xiaoyu, came over with a smile and performed a Buddhist ritual on him.
"Amitabha! Sir, thank you for coming forward just now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Dong also came to Fang Xiaoyu, nodded to him and smiled: "Sir, I am the organizer here. I am sorry that you dared to come out to confront the Jade King of Northwest. This courage,
I admire you. Come and make friends."
With that said, he handed a business card to Fang Xiaoyu. (To be continued)