The clouds and streams are rolling like waterfalls and curtains, the bells are ringing melodiously, and a corner of the temple is hidden in the shade of trees, adding a bit of leisurely Zen charm with wild cranes and light wind.
But I saw a crowd of tourists, cheering and laughing. Sometimes there were students inviting friends and talking loudly, and sometimes there were good families walking lightly, hiring Tingting, going in and out of the monastery, kowtow and praying for Buddhahood.
Compared with the chaos that is everywhere in China and the chaos that demons are sweeping across, what this place has is a peaceful scene.
For a temple that was only built three or five years ago, it is really surprising that there is such a flourishing incense, but it is obvious that the pilgrims here have long been accustomed to it.
The laughter gradually subsided, and the whispers gradually began.
On the mountain road that was originally bustling with people, pedestrians could not help but stand on both sides, cautiously peeking down the mountain, as if some strange person had appeared.
Especially those female relatives who offered incense and worshiped the Buddha, actually covered their faces with their hands, and through the silk handkerchief, they secretly looked at the tall man with a pair of beautiful eyes, holding a folding fan, with a face like a crown of jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, as if he was strolling in the courtyard.
The young man in Confucian shirt came here.
Although it is only one person, it is as dazzling as the sun, attracting everyone's attention. Just one look at it makes you unable to let go!
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, a slightly thick Buddha's name came, and everyone came back to their senses in shock. Immediately, as if nothing had happened, they were playing when they should be playing, talking when they should be talking, and burning incense. They didn't even realize that they had just lost their mind.
"Hey, Donor Wu is a guest from afar, why bother disturbing the purity of Buddhism?"
No one noticed that at the end of the mountain road, in front of the cauldron with the smoke curling up, there was a black-faced monk with a sad face and a tall and thick face.
"Haha, it's been so many years since I've seen you, but I still don't want to congratulate you, Master, on your success in Buddhism. You may have a golden body and attain Buddhahood soon!"
Wu Ming nodded and said with a slight smile.
"Hey, hey, when Donor Wu comes, the Buddhist temple here has just been completed. It can't stand the trouble!"
The monk said with a grimace.
"Senior Brother Huineng, are you treating me like a bad guest and are you going to thank me behind closed doors?"
Wu Ming said with a smile.
"This, this..."
Hui Neng's dark face twitched, and he helplessly turned to the side and said, "Donor please!"
"That's right!"
Wu Ming stepped forward slowly, with a gentle face but a pair of emotionless eyes, "Which old monk just now wanted to stop me from offering incense and worshiping the Buddha with Buddhist Zen thoughts?"
"Donor Wu, don't be ridiculous, are you really here to worship Buddha?"
Huineng led Wu Ming into the temple. He passed countless people along the way, but no one saw him. He passed through countless courtyards in a moment, and soon came to a deep and deliberately lush courtyard.
"Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. I'm so disheartened. I wish to stay away from the mortal world and ask the master to take care of me. Can't you?"
Wu Ming looked serious.
Without the best rhetorical question, I'm afraid everyone would believe that this person was tired of fighting and preparing to escape into Buddhism. But with the last sentence, no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit cynical and unruly.
"The cause and effect of the donor is not yet understood, so he cannot enter and sit down with me, the Buddha!"
Huineng was silent for a while, but it was rare that he lost his sense of stupidity. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, how good it is, how good it is!"
"Buddha said, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Master, wouldn't you even agree to this?"
Wu Ming stood under the green old pines, looking at the treetops in the distance without looking back.
"this……"
Huineng's expression froze, he scratched his plump, bald head, and nodded in agreement.
"Ahem!"
At this moment, an old cough came out, and a skinny old monk walked in front of the courtyard door, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
"Senior brother, why did you come out!"
Huineng hurriedly stepped forward to help the old monk, his face full of concern.
"When we said goodbye, I never thought that I would see the master again in my lifetime. It seems that the master is about to become a Buddha!"
Wu Ming greeted with a smile, but there was still no smile in his eyes, no chill that made his scalp numb and shuddering.
Huineng's majestic spine dwarfed, and his already dark face became even more gloomy. He helped the old monk sit down on the stone bench, quickly got hot tea, and served him before and after.
After working hard for a cup of tea, the old monk took a sip of hot tea, and his face showed a trace of blood. In his turbid eyes, a golden Buddha flower rose like fireworks, and he looked at Wu Ming intently.
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Wu Mingyi was fearless, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he stood with his hands behind his back.
Even if the old monk in front of him has Buddhist thoughts that are almost like those of a saint, there is no way he can see through him who has inherited the power of the inner demon of the silver-gray snake!
"After all these years, the little benefactor's style is as good as ever. It's a joy to congratulate him!"
The old monk nodded slightly, clasped his hands together with some difficulty, and declared the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, good, good, good!"
"Haha, I thought the master would slay demons or persuade me to put down the butcher knife!"
Wu Ming smiled heartily.
"If you can't persuade me, you can't surrender!"
The old monk shook his head, his two white eyebrows swaying back and forth, and said in a harsh voice, "The cause of the past is the result of today. This poor monk is getting old and will soon go to see my Buddha..."
"Master, do you think Buddha will tolerate you?"
Wu Ming said with deep eyes.
"Donor Wu..."
Huineng raised his head, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
"A poor monk's mistake back then led to bad consequences today. I don't want to make the same mistake again and again!"
The old monk was silent for a long time and shook his head firmly.
"I am here today just to clear up the cause and effect of the past!"
The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled up slightly, forming a cold smile. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said without mercy.
"This poor monk only has this life!"
The old monk said calmly.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming laughed and said coldly, "You guys always think that if you admit your mistakes before you die, you can go on your way with peace of mind, but I am not as good as you want."
The old monk's cheeks twitched, and his wrinkles almost wrinkled into a ball. He sighed silently and remained silent.
"A few of my old friends are about to return to the West, so let Zhi first collect their corpses and save them!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"The poor monk is willing to die to apologize!"
The old monk struggled to get up and clasped his hands together.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"
Wu Ming said indifferently.
"Boy, don't bully others too much!"
At this moment, a thunderous shout came, and a monk with a fat head, big ears, bare breasts, and patterns all over his body, with a ferocious look, rushed in, stared at the copper bell ring, and shouted.
"Uncle Master!"
Hui Neng glanced at the two of them worriedly, as if he was afraid that they would fight, and looked towards a skinny monk who was following behind him as if asking for help.
Finally, there was a handsome young monk with red lips and white teeth. He was looking at Wu Ming with a sad face and some fear. But he was worried about something and walked quickly to the old monk to serve him.
"Seek benevolence and gain benevolence; seek Buddha and become a Buddha!"
Wu Ming slightly raised his chin, seemingly not feeling the slightest danger or inappropriateness in being stared at by three semi-holy Buddhas with extraordinary cultivation, "You want to become a Buddha, but there is a demon in your heart, and you are using a pretense to achieve truth. Buddhism does not distinguish between you.
Master...you are obsessed!"
"Ami...ahem!"
The old monk coughed violently several times, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.
"I'll go, I'll collect the body, don't force Master!"
The young monk fell to his knees and said with red eyes.
"Zhi Xian!"
Wu Ming walked closer, caressed the monk's head, a touch of gentleness appeared in his eyes, and recited, "This is what I hear..."
"Amitabha, very good!"
Whether it was the old monk, Huineng, or later Xuanjue and Huinan, they all proclaimed the Buddha's name and closed the six consciousnesses.
Just as the saying goes that the Dharma should not be passed down lightly, the Dharma should not be passed down to the six ears!
Even though the "Diamond Sutra" is the first undisclosed secret of the ancestral court of Buddhism and the most precious treasure of Buddhism, the truly enlightened monks will not pry into it, as long as the Buddhist lineage continues.
"Master, the disciple is gone!"
After drinking tea, Zhixian wiped away his tears, kowtowed respectfully to the old monk, and then bowed to Wu Mingshen, "Donor, take care!"
After that, turn around and leave!
"Why!"
All the monks sighed together, with different expressions.
"Master, please be merciful, spend your whole life cultivating yourself with Buddhist thoughts, and pray for my daughter!"
Wu Ming took out a Buddhist amulet that was two fingers wide and one finger long, with birth dates engraved on it. It was quite exquisite, but a little ordinary. He held it to the old monk with both hands, with a look on his face that said nothing.
"daughter?"
Whether it was the old monk or the other three monks, their pupils shrank.
I finally understand why Wu Ming released his coercion from afar before he even entered the mountain. He didn't care about his past feelings and came with overwhelming force!
Today's Wu Ming is no longer the down-and-out prince who just entered Shaolin and stuck to his old ways, drawing the ground as a prison and trying to survive!
This is a father who, in order to save his daughter's life, would not hesitate to seduce the underground demon cave of Nanhua Temple and force the monks to accept it. His sanity is on the verge of madness!
"Amitabha, very good!"
The old monk took the Buddha amulet, put his hands together in his palms, and chanted the name of the Buddha.
Huineng and the other three also bowed their heads silently and recited the Buddha's name silently.
"To express my gratitude, I will give a large beam to Nanhua Temple to express the friendship of the Xuanbei Divine Monk back then!"
Wu Ming raised his right hand, and the void buzzed and trembled. A giant tree thousands of feet tall came out across the sky and disappeared into the hall with a buzzing sound.
Boom!
After a huge thunderous roar, the whole hall shook violently, and the next moment there was a brilliance shooting into the sky. After causing panic among the tourists, they were all shocked and inexplicably shocked. They were greeted by the Buddha's light and kowtowed.
"Why!"
Xuanjue's big, rough face was full of flesh. Although he was still dissatisfied, it had dissipated a lot. He glanced at Wu Ming helplessly, shook his head and left with a sigh.
Hui Nan's face was full of confusion, and he lowered his head and said nothing, but the prayer beads that were twisting at high speed in his hand slowed down.
"Brother!"
Huineng suddenly changed his title, nodded in an honest and honest manner, "Senior brother, don't worry, I will also pray to my Buddha for my little niece, and please don't fall into the devil's path even if it's for her!"
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Amitabha!"
All the monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison, with a hint of sadness.
"Sorry to bother you, farewell!"
Wu Ming returned the gift with his hand, took a step forward, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, my Buddhist sect is saddened by the loss of such a great virtue, how deplorable!"
Hui Nan stamped his feet in hatred, not caring about his own violation of the precepts, and left in anger.
"Every loss must be followed by a gain. I'm not as good as Senior Brother Xuanbei!"
Xuanjue silently recited the Buddha's name, looked at the old monk and said, "Though the past is just like the smoke of the past, it has not disappeared. My nephew should remember Amitabha!"
"Disciple saved it!"
The old monk nodded respectfully.
From then on, there was one less sweeping monk in Nanhua Temple, and there was one more old monk who chanted sutras and chanted the Buddha's name under the Buddha's seat in the main hall day after day, year after year, until he passed away!