"Well, I see, you go!" The middle-aged monk listened and said lightly, and then picked out a fist-sized, somewhat shriveled fruit from a bamboo basket in his hand, and handed it to Chong Hong. He said, "This poor monk picked it up from the ground. You should feed yourself first. It's still early. If you're hungry, bear with it!"
"Thank you, Master!" Chong Hong spoke respectfully at this time, and after taking the fruit as a gift, he smiled at Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing, and turned away.
"The poor monk Jiandong has met two benefactors!" Jiandong's words began to sound like ordinary monks.
Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing arched their hands casually, as a salute, Xiao Hua looked at the bamboo basket in Jian Dong's hand, and said with a smile: "Mage, what is this for? Don't chant scriptures and Buddha in the temple, why are you walking around with the bamboo basket in your hand?" shopping?"
Fairy Jing was a little puzzled, Xiao Hua had already asked Chong Hong about this just now, I don't know why he had to ask again now for no reason?
Jiandong clasped his hands together and said in a low voice: "Amitabha, if the poor monk has my Buddha in his heart, he will worship Buddha in his heart anytime and anywhere. If the poor monk has no Buddha in his heart, even if he sits in the temple with a scripture in his hand, There is a wooden fish in front of him, and the golden Buddha sitting on the main hall still doesn't pay attention to the poor monk."
"Well, what the monk said is reasonable!" Xiao Hua was noncommittal, and said again, "Actually, for the things in the hands of the monk, you can just send a strong man in the temple, and you don't need to come in person."
"In Chenghui Temple, except for the golden body of the Buddha, the rest are idle, and the poor monk is a young monk, so come here." The expression on Jiandong's face remained unchanged, while motioning for Xiao Hua to come with him, he replied in a low voice .
Seeing that Jiandong's answer was very good, quite Zen, Xiao Hua's originally satisfied heart was not picky, and immediately Xiao Hua stopped asking more about this aspect, and only pointed to the surrounding fruit forests and melon fields to ask what, in that tone It is no different from a farmer in the country. Jiandong first saw Xiao Hua asking about the temple, he felt a little disgusted, but then listened to Xiao Hua's words, related to farming and mulberry livelihood, he was quite interested in asking for advice, thinking that Xiao Hua was a young official who happened to pass by today to collect folk songs, so he Careful answer, know everything.
Before getting the mountain gate of Chenghui Temple, Xiao Hua had already asked about the affairs of Chenghui Temple. As Xiao Hua expected, this Centipede Ridge had been given to Chenghui Temple as an industry by Shanliang Kingdom, but Chenghui Temple did not Unlike other temples enclosing the Centipede Ridge, doing some Buddhist activities on the mountain, doing Buddhist teachings, but steadily dividing the Centipede Ridge into different areas, and planting different things according to the soil and water. Even the land on Centipede Ridge and the land under the mountains were cultivated together, no matter whether these lands belonged to Chenghui Temple or not.
In particular, the output of Centipede Ridge, in addition to being used in the temple, is also given to the surrounding villagers, even the beggars who escaped famine and wandered here. To put it bluntly, Chenghui Temple is like some kind-hearted rich men in the countryside, but Chenghui Temple is different from these rich men, Chenghui Temple itself does not accumulate money at all.
Xiao Hua sighed a little, the Buddhist sect has profound meanings and teaches all living beings to be good, but there is one thing that is most difficult for the world to accept, that is, the monks in the temple always regard themselves as monks, and they do not care about childbirth. Enshrining, the euphemistic name is giving alms alms. Of course, such almsgiving and almsgiving are what monks should have, which shows that monks themselves have no foundation and can only rely on the help of the world. But most of the monks donate to eminent monks, and most of them still have human nature. In the end, the temple has a huge property, the monks live in a very prosperous life, and they have to rely on the poor world to worship. The world has its own eyes, so who will? Believe in temples? Who will worship monks? Over time, this Buddhist sect may appear hypocritical.
"Taught!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands and said, "If all the temples in the world are like Chenghui Temple, then why should there be Changsheng Town in Hidden Immortal Continent?"
Monk Jiandong didn't seem to know what Longevity Town Xiao Hua was talking about, he just smiled and said: "I'm afraid the little benefactor came from another country, not a citizen of my Shanliang country, in my Shanliang country, all the temples are in this way!"
"Really?" Xiao Hua frowned, a little surprised.
Jiandong didn't answer Xiao Hua's words, looked at the steps in front of him, and then at Fairy Jing behind him, bowed and said: "Amitabha, female benefactor, my Chenghui Temple does not allow women to set foot, and I also ask the female benefactor to worship outside." Tea!"
Fairy Jing's eyes flashed with slight anger, where did she put this secular temple in her eyes, but Xiao Hua's smile and gentle words made her quiet again.
"You wait here first, and come out as soon as I visit the abbot of the temple!"
There is no "fairy" or "dao friend" in Xiao Hua's words, but it sounds warm, as if an unspeakable intimacy is contained in it, Fairy Jing agreed in a low voice, turned her head to look, and went to the mountain Go to a piece of mountain plum in front of the door.
"The benefactor please"??He raised his hand to signal, and he went up the steps to the mountain gate first.
Xiao Hua didn't release his divine sense, but he had already seen the exterior of Chenghui Temple on the road. This is a well-regulated temple. It looks very big, but the building inside is simple. There is a main hall and a meditation room. There is Tallinn, and these buildings do not look brand new, some are old, especially in some places because of the year-round rain collection, there are a lot of moss. Although the mountain gate and steps in front of Xiao Hua are very clean and tidy, they are also a bit dilapidated, not even as bright as the mountain gate of Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town.
Xiao Hua followed Jiandong up the steps, stepped into the mountain gate, facing a hall and a square, there were incense burners on the square, and incense burners on the hall, but sparse villagers were kowtowing and offering incense, and there were a few Accompanied by the little novice monk, he looked like the incense was not very strong.
"Chongxi" Jiandong walked in, glanced at it, and shouted at a little novice who was waiting in front of the incense burner.
"Master" The little novice put the incense candle in his hand carefully on the incense burner, ran over in a hurry, clasped his hands in agreement, and saluted Xiao Hua in a polite manner, "I have seen the benefactor."
"You take this benefactor to meet the abbot, and go to the back kitchen for the master." Jiandong ordered the little novice, and then said to Xiao Hua, "The poor monk will bring tea to the benefactor."
"Mage Lao." Xiao Hua nodded.
Immediately, Xiao Hua walked through the main hall under the leadership of the little novice, went all the way in, and finally passed the meditation room and came to a pine forest, but saw an old monk with a slightly withered figure sitting in a shabby cassock On a rock, it is holding a shiny rosary in his hand, chanting slightly in his mouth.
"Master!" The little novice did not dare to approach, but stood still from a long distance, bowed and said, "A benefactor came to pay a visit, and my disciple brought him here."
Unexpectedly, the old monk ignored it, just closed his eyes, moved his hands slightly, and read the scriptures word by word in his mouth.
"Benefactor" The little novice turned his head and apologized, "This is how the master is. If you want to wait, just wait here. If you feel impatient, please turn around. I still have some things to do, so I can't be here with the benefactor. gone."
After finishing speaking, the little novice bowed respectfully and walked slowly. It looked like he was used to such situations, and his attitude was definitely not disrespectful.
Seeing a group of monks hanging themselves here, Xiao Hua didn't mind, smiled slightly, and stood there quietly, listening to the old monk chanting.
The old monk's voice was extremely low, even a little vague, but Xiao Hua heard it clearly, it was the "Vimalakirti Sutra". This "Vimalakirti Sutra" is not a scripture that is often recited by ordinary monks, and the things in it are quite obscure. Buddha Relic Bodhi himself has recited it, and he doesn't understand it too much. Hearing this scripture at this time, Xiao Hua still had some contempt at first, but after a while, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, then he closed his eyes slightly, and listened quietly. The sound of the old monk's recitation was sent to Xiao Hua's ears like gurgling water in the pines!
There were two full hours, seeing that the sky was already dark, the old monk still didn't stop, the Jiandong monk also came twice, seeing Xiao Hua standing still, he didn't dare to disturb, and left lightly. Outside the temple, Fairy Jing even took out the futon from the Qiankun bag, sat down by herself, and didn't do any work. She just recited Xiao Hua's teaching during this time in her heart, and didn't even touch Monk Jiandong's tea.
It was getting late, and there were naturally working monks coming back from the mountain. The monks were very well-behaved, their footsteps were not loud, and there was no noise. Seeing Fairy Jing who was still outstanding, they did not dare to look too much, and entered the temple carefully one by one. .
The old monk Chonghong was naturally among them. He opened his mouth but did not say anything, and followed others into the temple.
After a while, the sound of reading in the temple sounded, and then the bell rang, and bursts of the aroma of fasting meals came from the temple.
In the twilight, Jiandong came over again with a basket and some food to invite Fairy Jing to eat. Fairy Jing opened her eyes slightly, looked at it lightly, and only said three words "no need", and then ignored it Jiandong. Jiandong had no choice but to put the basket next to Fairy Jing, and the little novice named Chongxi stood by.
"This Xiao Hua is a bit inexplicable!" Fairy Jing was puzzled while comprehending the magic taught by Xiao Hua, "It's just a temple, what's so good about it? Could it be that there are still masters of the Buddhist sect hidden?"
Thinking of the master of Buddhism, Fairy Jing's eyes suddenly opened, but no, Xiao Hua said earlier, he is proficient in the three sects of Confucianism and Buddhism, Fairy Jing has seen Xiao Hua's supernatural powers of Taoism, the supernatural powers of Confucianism Cultivator, But I have never seen the supernatural power of Xiao Hua Buddhist Sect! Could it be that Xiao Hua really met a Buddhist master in the temple? Fairy Jing originally wanted to release Divine Sense, but she hesitated again, she didn't know if her Divine Sense would disturb Xiao Hua.
"Forget it, that's it" Fairy Jing closed her eyes again, "Sometimes waiting is also beautiful, how long can this beauty last?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)Zizi closed his eyes again, "Sometimes waiting is also beautiful, how long can this beauty last?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com