Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh false mercy
Master Huijing had performed several rituals before this. Not only monks from nearby temples came to participate, but also many lay people and believers at home. Everyone worshiped the Buddha and prayed for blessings together. The scale and formation were comparable to those of a ritual ceremony.
The sound of monks chanting sutras resounded throughout the temple.
Master Huijing personally marked the ceremony, set off fireworks, and gave fast food to laypeople and believers. Then he sat in front of everyone and began to worship the Buddha and make wishes.
There was an epidemic in Changzhou before, and Master Huijing prayed for the people in this way. The ritual was carried out for two days and two nights. At the end, Master Huijing was exhausted and almost fainted. At that time, the people paid more attention to Master Huijing.
Of reverence.
Today Huijing is also ready. He will continue to worship the Buddha and ignore whatever happens, because all the monks, laypeople and believers are looking at him. There seem to be so many people here today, outside the dojo.
The people standing there were all common people, and he wanted them to see the eminent monk's phoenix.
Whenever this happens, Huijing will feel particularly at ease in her heart. People in the world need to vent their pain, and he will give them the best guidance. Now let him guide all living beings, and all living beings will naturally stand by his side.
Thinking of this, Huijing continued to bow her head in worship to the Buddha, but she caught a glimpse of the monk standing at the door who was hesitant to speak. He obviously had something to say to him.
Huijing ignored it, major events had been arranged, Xu Qinghuan and Han Xun would be surrounded by the remnants of the previous dynasty, and Xue Chen and Anyihou would also rush there to deal with the Yan family affairs after learning the news.
Under questioning, Old Master Yan drew everyone's attention to Prince Shunyang. Something had happened to the royal clan, and even Xue Chen couldn't explain it to the court. Naturally, they were going to look for Prince Shunyang next.
At the post station from Changzhou to the capital, the bodies of Shunyang County Prince and his family were waiting for them there.
Such a major case not only resulted in the death of members of the royal family, but also led to the murder of the remnants of the previous dynasty by the previous emperor. Who would have the energy to care about a monk like him?
Even if Xu Qinghuan had doubts about him, he was helpless.
Master Huijing lowered his eyes and slowly shook the magic weapon in his hand. The clear ringtone seemed to draw everyone's attention to this solemn Buddhist ceremony.
"Master Huijing."
A sudden voice sounded.
At Dharma gatherings, it is inevitable that believers will suddenly become excited and speak out loud, and there will also be people who do not believe in Buddhism who will come to question them. However, eminent monks usually treat them quietly and persuade them.
But this voice was very familiar, and Master Huijing almost raised his eyes. However, years of studying Buddhism still made his concentration stronger than ordinary people, and he still did not move.
"The master once told me that when you let go of all worries, you can escape the sea of suffering. If you still have hope in your heart, you can see the rising sun. I am here to thank the master. There is indeed a rising sun in this world."
The monks were still chanting Buddhist scriptures, and the lay people and believers were even more pious. They looked towards where the sound came from, and saw a young man standing there.
The young man is tall and strong, and he has traveled a lot. He has obviously traveled a lot. There is sweat on his face, and there is a bright smile on the corners of his raised mouth. He is like most young people in the world, full of hope.
, work hard for the future, and as long as you work hard enough, you will gain something. The world is kind to most people.
This young man also works harder than anyone else, and what he wants is very simple. He doesn't need a high official or a big salary, or wealth and splendor. He just wants to be down-to-earth and have a family with the person he likes.
The young man raised his arm to wipe the sweat on his chin, but wiped away the dark red blood on his sleeve. With the bright red, his dark face no longer looked simple and sincere, but made him
It looks very ferocious.
"Blood." Someone exclaimed.
Then more people turned their attention to the young man.
Cui Hao whispered: "Master, do you still remember who I am? Fortunately, I was saved by the master on the way to Northern Xinjiang, so that I could walk all the way to Yanshanwei. I have always remembered what the master said, and it is because of these words that I
Let me get through the battlefield.
Master said that everything in the world is fair and everything has a cause and effect. I came back from Yanshanwei to look for my life experience, and I did find clues. Unfortunately...my biological father refused to recognize me. Master, please tell me that my parents let me
My coming to this world is already a gift. I shouldn't be too harsh on them. I think what the master said makes sense.
So I returned to Yanshanwei.
If people in the world treat me with kindness, I will repay them with kindness, but what if they have malicious intentions? Master, tell me what should I do?"
When Cui Hao said this, someone just laughed.
There was a bit of contempt in the laughter.
Master Huijing moved slightly to look for the laughter. He raised his eyes, but everywhere he looked there were monks and lay people. They lowered their heads piously and could not see their faces.
Cui Hao continued: "Master said that this world is divided into good and evil and black and white. We must have good thoughts and believe that light will eventually defeat darkness, and the Buddha will also bring us shelter so that we will not be eroded by darkness.
Avoid disaster."
"Master Huijing," Cui Hao said suddenly, "yesterday I came to see you and asked you. There is too much darkness in this world and it is about to swallow me up. The only person who treats me sincerely is also harmed by evil. What should I do?
?
The master told me that it is our duty to get rid of those darkness and defeat them."
After Cui Hao said this, he stretched out his hand: "Master, do you think I did the right thing? The Buddha will protect me, right?"
Cui Hao's hands were full of blood.
After Cui Hao finished speaking, the atmosphere in the ashram changed. It seemed that many people were inspired, and some monks chanted Buddhist sutras louder unconsciously.
"I will protect you, I will." The voice sounded again, but was soon drowned in the monk's chanting.
Master Huijing frowned and felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. Cui Hao should have killed the Shunyang County Prince and his family, but he didn't want to escape immediately. Why did he find this place? And who did that sharp voice in the crowd belong to?
"Master Huijing," Cui Hao said, "Now that I have come to see you, I have done everything you asked me to do. So, where is my rising sun?"
"Here he is, he's here, he'll be here soon." The man spoke again.
This time Huijing saw clearly that there was a woman among the lay people. That woman was Xiang Cui.
Xiangcui's expression was wild and crazy. She wanted to get up but someone grabbed her wrist tightly. The person who grabbed her was a monk.
wrong.
Huijing now felt that this ritual was unusual. There seemed to be several unfamiliar faces in the crowd. Huijing suddenly felt uneasy. He suddenly felt that the person in charge of this ritual was not him.
"But I don't think it's right," Cui Hao raised his face, "That's not what I want. The rising sun I want is not about taking people's lives and having my hands full of blood. I was harmed by others, but I don't want to harm others."
After saying this, Cui Hao looked back and saw two figures slowly walking over.
The girl walking in front had a smile on her face. When she saw Cui Hao, she immediately rushed over and held his hand tightly.
Cui Hao's face seemed to be illuminated by light, and all the haze disappeared at this moment.
