Wugou was carrying a basket on his back, which contained freshly picked herbs. Ever since he knew what the people's beliefs were, he had relied more on his medical skills when he traveled around. Only when people felt his goodwill, those
People will realize the Buddha nature from their own bodies and start to believe in Buddha. Buddhism has so many teaching methods. If there is a lion's roar, there will naturally be a medicine king's way.
The old Zen master made great ambitions to build an iron cable bridge, but was stoned to death. Wugou would rather believe that this was the old Zen master's personal misfortune, rather than a punishment from heaven. This must be made clear to everyone.
In order to explain this matter, Wugou supervised the construction of the bridge while going up the mountain to collect herbs. He visited all the remote villages near Guangyuan Prefecture. It was a basic order to start with the easy and then the difficult. The people in the remote areas had little information and were relatively simple.
, their way of looking at people is generally more tolerant, at least not as harsh as the people in Guangyuan Prefecture.
So a fat monk who was tired all day long walked on the rugged mountain road with a basket of medicine on his back, constantly treating the mountain people in the mountains, giving lectures, and sometimes helping the mountain people with farm work or building houses.
House and physical fatigue are nothing to Wugou. He just wants to wash away the bad reputation of the compassionate Master Hongren. The eminent monk who was supposed to go to the lotus platform was thought by the world to have gone to the endless hell. This pair of Hongren
For a master, this is the greatest cruelty.
There are no monks left in the Huangze Temple in Nuoda. Otherwise, it would be better if we all do these things together. The only four or five elderly monks left are taking care of the Buddha in the temple. All they can do is dust them.
Clear some weeds. If monk Wugou hadn't brought a lot of money when he came, these monks would have starved to death.
Once people become enthusiastic, they will have great respect for these masters; once they become ruthless, they will be cruel and cruel.
Wugou's fat body was walking unsteadily on the Lingyundu Suspension Bridge, jumping up from time to time to check the ropes on the bridge and the wooden boards under his feet. There were not many people heavier than Wugou, so as long as this rope bridge was not
It was basically no problem to pass many people at once. Wugou admired the bridge. Yunzheng was right. It was simply unrealistic to build an iron cable bridge. Only these flexible rattan bridges could withstand the mountains.
The bitter wind and rain are like the tongue in a person's mouth. Even if all the hard teeth are lost, he still exists.
His stomach rumbled, and it was dinner time again. Thinking of the white rice cooked by the old monk in the temple, Wugou was in a good mood. But as soon as he raised his head, the smile on Wugou's face disappeared. At this time, Huang Ze
Smoke should be rising in the temple, but something is wrong today. There is too much smoke in the temple. Needless to say, someone is setting up a wild stove in the temple.
Could it be that those gangsters who were driven away by me are here again? When I came to Huangze Temple, some gangsters from Guangyuan Prefecture bullied those old monks and turned the Huangze Temple in Nuoda into a mess. If it hadn't been for my convenience
If you shovel them away, this place will probably become the lair of bandits.
Wugou tightened the shovel in his hand, and planned to use this thing to talk about Buddhism with those scoundrels after a while. Buddhism not only has kind-faced Bodhisattvas, but also angry-looking Vajras.
Take two steps quickly, he doesn't want to waste time, the old monks in the temple can't stand the torment of the naughty people...
Pushing open the door of the temple, Wugou was stunned. There were indeed outsiders in the temple, but those people were not the rogues from Guangyuan Prefecture, but more than a hundred vicious bandits.
Just by looking at the faces of these people, Wugou knew that these people were evil people who had killed others. He had been walking in a war-torn land for a long time, and he could smell the smell of the murderer from three miles away.
Kobo Daishi, who had been driven into a corner by others, saw Wugou entering the temple and cried out sadly: "Wugou, let's go. They are Maitreya believers and are not the authentic sect of our Buddhism."
After Hongfa said a word, he was kicked over by a strong man. The rest of the people had already surrounded him, preparing to take down Wugou.
"Wait a minute, they are all ascetics, don't do it anymore. The holy religion travels all over the world and has received many gifts from the Buddha. The dispute between the past Buddha and the future Buddha is not something we can control. Just lock him up. After we have done the big thing
Just leave. You also need to tell Zhang Fangping through their mouths how stupid it is to offend our holy religion."
Wugou saw that there were many evil people, and Hongfa Master and the others were in the hands of others. He threw away the shovel in his hand and came to Hongfa Master's side. He found some useful herbs from the medicine basket and helped them bandage their injuries.
He took out some oral medicine and gave it to the most seriously injured Hongfa. Then he looked at the masked woman who was speaking and said, "Ajita Bodhisattva is the successor of Sakyamuni Buddha and is often revered as Maitreya Buddha.
Considered as the originator of the Consciousness-only School, two great sages, Dao'an and Xuanzang, paid homage to the Bodhisattva.
It is said that Maitreya Buddha is a blessing Buddha. Wherever he goes, spring breeze turns into rain, and the world is filled with blessings. Why do you incarnations of Buddha all take killing as your profession? The more you kill, the more blessings you will receive. What is the truth?
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The masked woman chuckled and said: "Fat monk, do you know that the Age of Dharma Ending has arrived? Do you know who was the first to be annihilated in that black iron century of the Dharma Ending Age? It's us, it's us Buddhas who are the most
Devout believers, the worst of times will come when all of us die and there are no more good people in the world.
So, Fat Monk, killing people is actually saving people. People who are in the end of the Dharma have no way of escape or rebirth. They will mourn in the Black Iron Age for the rest of their lives. If you kill one person, you will get a share of merit. Fat Monk, as long as you help us.
If you attack Jiazi Camp, this Bodhisattva will make an exception and grant you the status of a Ten-Abode Bodhisattva, what do you think?"
Hearing the word Jiaziying, Monk Wugou immediately changed his expression, from his compassionate state to gnashing his teeth, he raised his head and said to the woman: "If it is Jiaziying, I don't mind sending all these villains there."
hell!"
The dying old Buddhist monk endured the pain and said loudly to Wugou: "Abbott, the Maitreya Sect massacred the temple and destroyed the monks, which will have many consequences. Even if we are in desperate situation, we cannot join in the same deeds. If the abbot said this for the sake of the old monk's life,
Then there is no need. What is life and death? One is hell, the other is bliss, and there is no Amitabha..."
Hongfa reluctantly sat up straight, holding the Buddha's seal with both hands and placing it on his knees. At this moment, there was a holy smell. The other monks also sat cross-legged and chanted sutras in a low voice. Monk Wugou sighed.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting sutras together, and embarking on a journey of Dharma preparation for self-nirvana...
Monkey was born to be a scout. He and Peng Jiu pushed a small cart and staggered across the bridge with goods. When they saw the Huangze Temple on the opposite side, they smiled and said to Peng Jiu: "The host here is the head of the family.
My friend, we finally don’t have to sleep in the open air today. We must have a warm room to live in. Did you know that the bridge we just crossed was actually built with money from the owner of the family, and my money is also included in it.
hey-hey."
Peng Jiu laughed and said: "You are wrong again. There are eminent monks sitting in the temple these days. The monks are busy doing things and building pagodas. This is a top priority. No one will take care of us. It's amazing.
It would be a great thing to have a house to live in."
The monkey looked up at the pine branches and firewood in the shape of wheat piles outside the temple gate, and then listened to the chanting sounds mixed with the sounds of the bells and wooden fish inside, and smiled bitterly. He did not expect that things would be such a coincidence.
Normally, no one would disturb the funeral in the temple at this time. The eminent monk is cremated on the pyre, and then the remains are examined. If any relics are found, it will be a big event and must be reported to the court as an auspicious sign.
Promoted by the world.
But the monkey thought that he had to see Master Wugou no matter what, otherwise the master of the house would come to complain about him. He knocked on the ring on the temple door. No one answered the door for a long time. He carefully opened the temple door.
Only then did he see seven or eight monks chanting sutras around an old monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, paying no attention to the outside world.
The monkey saw Master Wugou and planned to wait until he finished reciting the sutra before going up to see him and ask the master if there was anything else he needed help with, because the place looked very shabby.
There were more than a dozen lay people watching the ceremony standing under the porch of the main hall. These people were also very pious. They sat cross-legged on the ground and muttered words. They were men, women, old and young. Judging from their behavior, there was nothing unusual about them.
They are devout believers who have served the Buddha for a long time. At least Peng Jiu couldn't make the beautiful lotus seal on his hands.
When outsiders were around, the monkey couldn't be arrogant, especially on such an occasion. He had to put his hands together to salute the dead monk and was about to leave the temple. However, he heard Wugou sadly reciting an epithet: "If the Bodhisattva has my appearance, people will
The appearance, the appearance of all living beings, the appearance of those who live long are not Bodhisattva, Amitabha, white clouds are born on the white cloud path!"
Hou Hou and Peng Jiu bowed again and left Huangze Temple. Master Wugou didn't have time or mood to see him now, so he better tell the head of the family to let him come and take a look, and maybe he could catch up with the eminent monk.
The promotion ceremony is a great blessing.
After Hou Hou and Peng Jiu turned around and walked across the suspension bridge, the woman with her face covered with gauze turned back and said to a bandit: "The monk just said something that shouldn't be said. There were six sentences in total, and one sentence killed one person!"
As the bandit spoke, he pulled out from the back hall the merchants and people who were chopping wood that he had captured in the past few days. He raised his knife to chop, but Wugou shouted: "Stop, I just recited the inscription to see the sage off.
Why do you want to kill people for these words?"
The woman smiled and said: "The person who came just now is a scout from Jiazi Camp. We have been watching him for many days. We thought that Jiazi Camp was like a waste, and I could capture them without any trouble. I didn't expect their military appearance."
It's so strict that I have nowhere to start. The only reason why I want to kill these people now is because I think your confession is suspicious."
Wugou said indifferently: "Since the monk said the wrong thing, it is the monk who deserves to die. We still have eight monks, so let's start with the monk!" (To be continued)