Chapter 188 Kneeling in front of the Buddha for three thousand years
Under the Daqing Mountain, there was a sea of people like clouds, and chaotic and frightened voices spread like wildfire.
Many pilgrims who had just come down from the mountain were still in shock. Every time someone came from the mountain, a group of people came to ask about what happened on the mountain.
I don’t know what kind of horrific scene the mountain has experienced. Without exception, everyone who came down from the mountain seemed to be in a daze. They were asked for a long time but did not answer. I saw that the pilgrims who came from the mountain were more or less stained with blood.
I don’t know if it’s their own or someone else’s.
At present, there is only one reliable news, and that is that the abbot of the Guanyin Temple on Daqing Mountain went crazy and killed many people. Half an hour ago, a group of officers and soldiers came to investigate, and they were all killed after going up.
No one knows why the abbot of Guanyin Temple is crazy. In the hearts of Yangzhou people, the abbot of Guanyin Temple can be described as an eminent monk and a living Buddha.
The host of Caodeng will go crazy and kill people? No one believes this!
But as more and more people brought news about the Guanyin Temple, everyone said that it was indeed Cao Deng who presided over the murder. Only then did more people believe this indisputable fact.
Everyone is worried, but no one dares to go up the mountain.
Daqing Mountain has never been so lively. Xia Shang asked countless people in the crowd, but no one knew the whereabouts of Qin Huairou.
After hearing the news, Xia Shang hurried to the foot of the mountain in a panic. At the same time, he took all the servants in the house with him in three carriages. When they arrived at Daqing Mountain Pass, they dispersed to inquire.
Since he has escaped from the chaos to the foot of the mountain, Qin Huairou may have gone down the mountain, so he must first look for him among the crowd at the foot of the mountain.
After searching for a long time, there was no trace of Huairou.
Xia Shang became worried, fearing that Huairou had not escaped from Guanyin Temple.
Guanyin Temple on Daqingshan——
It’s unimaginable that a magnificent and large-scale temple would look like this in just one day.
This was once the largest and most visited temple in Yangzhou, but now it is a ruin under a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
When I walked to the entrance of the Guanyin Temple on Xia Shang Mountain, I was stunned when I saw the collapsed temple door and the centuries-old Guanyin statue inside.
The Guanyin statue still has a smile on its lips, but half of its face is missing. Its simple torso is also full of cracks, like rocks that break into pieces when touched. There are several broken walls and tiles on the periphery, as if they were destroyed by huge force. The rocks on the ground
Under the pile were the corpses of common people that were even more shocking. Donated blood was flowing down the mountain road, immersed in the soil, and seemed to be soaking through the entire mountain. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the chill and death filled this century-old temple.
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At a glance, there were more than a few corpses on the ground, and one of them, Xia Shang, was recognized as the fake young monk who cheated at the door that day.
Xia Shang never thought that the situation here was so terrifying, and he was heartbroken when he saw it. He didn't care too much and went straight to the Pude Hall where his wife was.
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In the other direction, there is a wider platform outside the newly renovated Guanyin Temple.
In the past, it was the place where all the monks of Guanyin Temple had their morning prayers. Inside the main hall was the larger and newer gilded Jade Lotus Guanyin statue. In the past, this place was even more splendid, showing the Buddhist style everywhere, but now it is lifeless.
The collapsed eaves added another ruin to the place, and the gilded Guanyin inside was also covered in dust, and there was no longer any sense of solemnity.
In the middle of the platform, there was a group of no less than a hundred monks. They were all kneeling on the ground and shivering, their faces were ashen, and they did not dare to move. Some people were crying, some were chanting sutras with their eyes closed, some were praying to gods and Buddhas, some were wailing, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together.
It makes for an extremely chaotic scene.
Not to mention the mountains of corpses piled up in a corner of the platform, including monks, officials, and ordinary people...
More blood and a thicker smell of blood filled the air, seeming to give the entire Daqing Mountain and the entire world an extra layer of haze.
The clouds were very heavy today, and layers upon layers blocked the sun. Only the dim light shone on the platform, reflecting the desperate and helpless faces of the monks.
In front of all the monks, the skinny old man stood with his hands behind his hands, trying his best to straighten his back, looking up at the sky, with a look of fortitude and indifference that did not match his age, as if hundreds of monks and dozens of corpses were not in his eyes.
"You... who of you can tell me why we worship Buddha? If you answer well, I will spare your life! I will count three times. If no one answers, I will kill one person. If no one answers again, I will kill him.
Two people!"
This person is Cao Deng!
Today's Cao Deng is completely different from that night's Cao Deng. Today's Cao Deng has lost fifty years of persistence. There is no longer any hesitation or doubt. Instead, there is only indifference and calmness, and a calm indifference to everything.
This is the momentum that No. 2 of the Metropolitan Procuratorate Humen should have!
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd in front of him. Not long after, another old monk kneeling in front stood up and said calmly: "Brother, you are possessed by a demon. Worshiping Buddha is to eliminate the demon in your heart. You and I, brothers, are here.
I have devoted myself to cultivating Buddhism in Guanyin Temple for decades. Junior brother advises you to stop as soon as possible, so as not to ruin your merits in one life. Kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years will lead to three reincarnations... reincarnations... reincarnations..."
The old monk was about to finish speaking, but he always stopped at the last two words.
"ah!"
"Sin!"
"Amitabha……"
This is also a respected old Zen master, but now he sat down and became a Buddha in an instant...
It's sad to see it and look at it.
More than a hundred monks gathered together to watch...
"What are you praying for? What is there to pray for? Master tells you that after kneeling before the Buddha for three thousand years, he has never felt pity for me. The Buddha's words are not obscured by dust. It is because he has not offered incense and money. What do you mean by saving all sentient beings? I devote myself to saving all sentient beings.
I have been cultivating Buddhism for fifty years. Why can’t the Buddha save me? Why can’t he clear up all the grudges in the world? Once I enter the world, I will live in the world for the rest of my life! After fifty years, I still can’t escape from the world and all the things I have done in my past life. Since the Buddha can’t save me,
Why should I worship? It’s all you bald donkeys who lied to me, saying that if you escape into Buddhism, you can live a peaceful life... I have been dreaming for fifty years, and suddenly I regret it, thinking about how glorious I was back then? Now I have become such a ghost!
It was the Buddha who deceived me..."
"Master... wake up! It's you... you taught me to have all sentient beings in mind and save all sentient beings..."
"Shut up!"
puff!
There was an uproar again, and another monk fell down.
"Amitabha……"
At this moment, perhaps all the monks have realized their own fate, which makes people feel a lot more at ease. The neat Buddhist chants can be heard faintly, coming from the largest chanting platform of the Guanyin Temple in Daqingshan.
The witty words of the Buddha's voice, every word, are just the stream of clear water needed in this chaotic world, dispelling the blood and depression in the air. Perhaps it is at this moment that every monk can truly put aside life and death and touch the real world.
Buddhism.
The monks were no longer scattered, and one by one they straightened their bodies, sat cross-legged, and faced the grass lantern in front of them that was gradually changing their expressions in a morning posture.
"A bunch of stupid donkeys! Aren't you afraid of death? How can I teach you pedantics? If you want to survive today, go to the main hall and spit on the Bodhisattva statue! Otherwise, you will all die!" (To be continued)