Baitou Temple is a small temple. It was built a long time ago, about a hundred years ago. The original intention is also related to the Yellow River. It is nothing more than two points. When there is a severe drought, I hope to come to Baitou Temple to pray for God to send rain. During the flood, I also hope that God will have eyes to prevent the flood from flooding. No one knows whether Baitou Temple is alive or not. I only know that the incense here is not very prosperous, especially in the past ten or twenty years. I have to rely on the villagers from ten miles and eight villages to help me live, and my life is really not good.
The two young novice monks, plus a host and a monk doing odd jobs are all very slender, far less fat than the big-eared monks in the big temples.
Tonight may be the busiest day for Baitou Temple. There are almost a hundred people crowded from the main hall to the three rooms at the back, but it is a pity that none of these people came to offer incense.
The abbot of Baitou Temple stood in front of the main hall with a stern face. The village director and the white shirt had already greeted him. The villagers of Taohua Village came to seek refuge. After the downstream section of the river stopped flowing, it seemed that something dirty had come out.
Everyone in the temple knew that there was a difficulty, but the atmosphere was not tense or panic without knowing what the difficulty was. A bunch of children huddled together and yelled, and the old man and the old lady sat on the ground and chatted about homework. Only white shirts and The village director was wiping cold sweat nervously.
"Father Xu" Bai Shirt knew that Father Xu hadn't rushed over so far, so he was probably doomed.
The night is deep, and although it is summer, it is already slightly cool.
This slight coolness is not a way of expressing emotions, but the old abbot standing in front of the gate of Baitou Temple felt a coolness, cool wind, no, it should be said that it was a dark wind blowing from the mountain road in front of the temple, cold It made him tremble, and then the dark wind blew into the main hall, and the originally noisy main hall of Baitou Temple suddenly became silent.
There was an eerie silence for a moment, a six or seven-year-old child got into the arms of the grandfather, sneezed, and whispered: "Grandpa, I, I'm a little cold"
"Grandma, grandma, there seems to be someone outside," a three-year-old child suddenly pointed to the outside of the temple.
"Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof'," three or four dogs jumped out from the side, barking wildly towards the outside with their tails upright and grinning, their voices hoarse.
On the mountain road in the distance, a staggering figure walked towards Baitou Temple. If someone got closer to it, they might find that there were no shadows around it under the moonlight.
"Gudu" the abbot of Baitou Temple swallowed, and he reached out his hand to touch the worn cassock on his body. His hands were wet, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.
"Tread, tread, tread" on the village road, the figure was getting closer and closer. The old host was the first to notice that the person walking opposite was missing half of his head and half of his intestines were drooping on his chest and abdomen, but the most surprising thing was His eyes were staring eagerly.
The white shirt and the village secretary suddenly fell to the ground with a "plop". The villagers behind were all shocked, and the originally silent hall suddenly became noisy. The old man and the children all hugged each other tremblingly. asked: "Ghost, there is a ghost"
"Close the gate of the temple," the old abbot said to the young novice, "Bring the ashes from the three furnaces in front of the Buddha, and my wooden fish."
"Master, master" The little novice handed the wooden fish and incense ash to the abbot, and then asked, "Master, you, why don't you come in?"
"I'm here to guard the gate. No matter what you do, don't open the gate. God has the virtue of being good at life. One hundred lives. What I can do is to give them a little more chance to survive." The old host said very flatly: "Take the door close it"
In Peach Blossom Village, after Xiang Que and Xu Rui arrived in a hurry, they found a messy village with dead animals everywhere.
"No one?" Xu Rui said with a long sigh of relief: "Father Xu saw the opportunity early. After knowing that he couldn't handle the things under the sluice, he asked people to evacuate all the villagers. They should have hid. Okay, okay, there was no big mess."
"How long can he hide? This guy must be recovering quickly after gnawing on so many livestock. Do you know where he is now?"
"Hurry up and chase it, before it harms people, you must press it down"
"Namo Amitabha!"
In front of Baitou Temple, the old abbot sat cross-legged on the ground and knocked on the wooden fish with his hands. He muttered in his mouth: "The eyes are pure and the cultivation is as wide as a green lotus. The heart is pure and has attained all kinds of meditation. Seeing that the great sage manifested immeasurable lands in the ten directions with divine transformation, and the Buddhas in it expounded the Dharma"
The abbot of Baitou Temple is just an ordinary temple abbot.?Shui does not cultivate yin and yang. To put it bluntly, he is just an ordinary person, but the old abbot has been a monk since he was 50 years old and has been a monk for more than ten years. He has no special skills, but he is devout to Buddha and is the purest disciple of Buddha.
Although there are few incense in Baitou Temple, it has been a few years after all. The virtues accumulated over the years are quite a lot. There is no difference between the size of the temple and the height of the temple. The difference between the thousand-year-old temple and the small mountain temple is the incense, but the effect is not good. They are common, and they can all resist demons and ghosts!
The old abbot knocked on the wooden fish and chanted Buddhist scriptures, with his eyes closed and one hand on his chest, as if he was not afraid of the figure walking towards the temple gate. He didn't grab a few handfuls of soot from the incense burner until the other person approached. Sprinkle it in front of you.
"There is no self, no creation, no receiver, and good and evil karma will not perish. It begins with the power of the Buddha tree to subdue demons, and the enlightenment of nectar disappears. It has no intention and no action, and it destroys all heretics"
Under the dark night sky, an auspicious cloud suddenly gathered over Baitou Temple, and a faint golden light sprinkled from the cloud, falling on the old abbot in front of the temple, looking very solemn.
Following the Buddhist voice sung from the mouth of the old abbot, the figure in front of the temple finally stopped, and the broken half of his head showed a painful and struggling expression.
In Peach Blossom Village, Xiang Que and Xu Rui looked up at the same time. After looking at the auspicious clouds in the distance, they suddenly understood that there should be a temple outside Peach Blossom Village, and there lived a monk who was sincere to Buddha.
"The villagers of Taohua Village probably had great benefactors in their ancestors," Xiang Que sighed.
Everything in the world has a cause and effect. If the ancestors of the villagers in this Taohua Village were heinous thieves, maybe they are hiding in a black temple today.
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