Seeing the people swarming outside the temple, and the astonished eyes of the nobles and nobles beside him, he felt dizzy when he read the Dharma. He had heard rumors of Liang Feng's beautiful appearance, and he knew the intention of the master to invite him, but he never thought that this person could have such great magic power, making the people of Jinyang go crazy!
He not only has this face, but also has the name of the Buddha's dream! In this way, wouldn't the hard-working Fa conference become a marriage
Reading Fa couldn't help turning his head and looking at Master. Unexpectedly, the old monk did not change his face, stepped forward, and saluted Wang Wen who was the first to climb the steps: "Wang Zhongzheng is here, I am very lucky."
Wang Wen did not expect that the abbot would go out to greet him, so he quickly said, "The abbot has done a lot of ceremony. How can I miss this grand event?"
After the two met the ceremony, Liang Feng also climbed the last step and stood beside Wang Wen.
The old monk turned his face, looked him up and down, and suddenly gave a deep salute: "Thank you, Donor Liang."
This thank you was far beyond the usual etiquette, and everyone around him was in an uproar. Liang Feng was also stunned for a moment, and then he bowed his hands and bowed to the ground: "Thank you abbot."
One line of monk rites, one line of vulgar rites, two words of thanks, and the end of the road has been honed and countless lives. Unreasonable, but heartfelt. At the foot of the steps, countless people knelt down in tears, shouting "Nanwu", and the Buddha's name resounded throughout the world.
The old monk slowly got up and made a "please" gesture: "Every donors, please observe the ceremony in the temple."
Liang Feng stood up straight, listening to the resounding Buddha's name, and seeing the approving gazes of the people in front of him, he couldn't help groaning in his heart. This old monk really knows how to grasp the situation, and with just a ceremony, people's attention is drawn away and turned to the Buddha and the dharma assembly. But he didn't care. Wasn't he here today for the Fa conference
Following behind Wang Wen, he stepped into the Huai'en Temple.
This monastery was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty, not a long time ago, but the momentum is not small. Although the dharma assembly is grand, there are dojos inside and outside the temple. Outside the temple, there are only incense candles covered with treasures, but inside the temple there are prayer flags fluttering and incense mist curling up. The monks were dressed in robes and holding instruments, and they were indescribably solemn and solemn.
In such a compelling religious atmosphere, several people took their seats in the elegant seats in the main hall. The first one was an old man, who was dressed as Yanju and could not tell his identity. Next are the elders of Zhong and Pei, followed by Wang Wen. The women with the veils sat at the table. Liang Feng sat next to Wang Wen, took a seat on the side seat, glanced at the old man at the top, and guessed where he came from. But at this time, no one introduced him.
After the guests were seated, the abbot walked into the main hall, knelt upright in front of the futon, and paid homage to the golden Buddha in the main hall. Then he got up, walked to the Dharma table, and banged the golden drum on the table.
With the sound of golden drums, the big bell in the temple rang, cymbals, wooden fish, and copper chimes sounded one after another, and the Sanskrit sound was uttered. Sitting upright on the main hall, I only felt that the heaven and the earth were shaking with the music, the light outside the hall was shining brightly, the incense candles were smoky inside the hall, the Buddha was hanging his eyes with flowers, his lips were smiling, and the indescribable compassion was hazy. Drum music surrounds the whole body, Buddha singing everywhere, and fairy music everywhere.
This shocking effect is not something ordinary people can resist. The two old women sitting at the top immediately trembled, holding a cloth towel gently into the hood, as if wiping away tears. Wang Wen put his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. Liang Feng couldn't help but admire to himself that Buddhist rituals are truly extraordinary, no wonder there are so many believers.
Fan Le rang for a full quarter of an hour before gradually disappearing. The abbot gently dipped a willow branch in the golden bowl in front of him and sprinkled the rootless water into the sky. Then he unfolded the scriptures in front of him and began to sing and pray the iftar repentance.
The repentance text is quaint and elegant, and the rhetoric is gorgeous. The main thing is to thank the Buddha for the kindness, praise the generosity of the donors, and send a message to save the souls who died in the epidemic. It is rare that the confession is written neither flattering nor contemptuous. Words are precious and appropriate. Several gold masters in the audience nodded again and again, with smiles on their faces, obviously taking advantage of this compliment.
After the long confession was over, the abbot rang the chime in front of him, and the chanting sounded again.
This time, it continued for another full quarter of an hour. In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed before the opening ceremony was completed. The abbot turned and returned to the main seat of the main hall. After all, he was an old man in his 60s or 70s. He stood for half an hour and then read such a long and tongue-in-cheek confession. It is rare for this old monk to be blushing and breathless, and ordered the guests to offer incense to the benefactors. tea.
After everyone had used the tea, he opened his mouth and said: "There is a big epidemic in Jinyang City. Fortunately, the Buddha's guidance in the dream, Wang Zhongzheng is in the middle of the circle, and all the donors are generous in giving. Reshape the Buddha's golden body, open a dharma meeting to recite sutras for three days, and save the souls of the deceased."
This matter has been known to everyone for a long time, and now I say it so solemnly, there is only one intention: to ask for money.
Hearing the sound, the old man sitting at the head twisted his beard and said, "The Buddha is merciful! I would like to donate 200,000 money to save the souls of the dead."
The abbot humbly returned the salute: "Thank you, Captain."
Two hundred thousand dollars is not a small sum. What is the origin of this commander? Liang Feng was even more puzzled in his heart. But the giving has already begun, and he cannot be distracted.
Immediately after that scribe, the Zhong family and the Pei family each donated 100,000 yuan, and Wang Wen represented the Wang family, just like the two clans. These people represent Jinyang's top gatekeepers. The Guo family, the Sun family, the Wen family, and the Yu family all donated 50,000 yuan, and their net worth was obviously lower than the previous ones.
Because it is an elegant banquet in the hall, there are very few people who are qualified to attend. Everyone's eyes fell on Liang Feng beside Wang Wen. According to his status, he should also donate 50,000 yuan. But a white body Tinghou who is plainly dressed and can only ride a light car, can he come up with so much money
Under the worried or curious eyes of everyone, Liang Feng stood up calmly, bowed and saluted: "This time, it was because of the Buddha's dream. I specially prepared a few things below, and I would like to serve it in front of the Buddha's altar."
Hearing this, many people showed a kind smile. Only Liang Feng chose the tricky method, donating goods instead of money and food, that is, it is all decent, and it will not be disrespectful. However, when Liang Feng took the wooden box handed over by the servant and took something out of it, many people gasped.
It is a lotus cup, which is divided into upper and lower layers. The upper layer is a bowl, like a flower bud at the beginning; the lower layer is a plate, like a lotus leaf stretching. The two are integrated, finely crafted, lustrous and shiny, obviously the best porcelain. Surprisingly, this one turned out to be white!
All of you here are rich and famous, which one does not have porcelain? Of all the porcelains in the world, the more kilns are the most expensive. All that can be put on the table are Yue Kiln celadon. A Yue Kiln celadon furnace is often a status symbol of dignitaries. But who has ever seen such a white porcelain lotus cup
Although it is not transparent and translucent white, it is indeed a bluish white color, and there are some dark glazes with uneven color at the bottom of the plate. However, the slight blemishes on the white jade did not make the lotus cup lose its color. Instead, it had some muddy and unstained elegance, which made it even more attractive.
It is not uncommon for such a lotus flower to sell for 100,000 yuan, and it is a sign of devotion to use it to worship Buddha!
As if he hadn't heard the sound of air-conditioning, Liang Feng gently put down the cup, opened another box, and took out five volumes of scriptures.
"This is the entire volume of the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra". I heard this sutra in a dream, and now I present it to the Buddha."
This time, even the monks in the hall did not move. They have more or less heard the anecdote of dreaming of the scriptures, but only a very few have seen the real scriptures. Now that Liang Feng has generously offered it, how can it not make people feel excited? Even the abbot himself folded his palms and bowed three times to the scripture before taking it with both hands.
Both of these are treasures that cannot be calculated with money. When everyone in the hall looked at Liang Feng again, the contempt and pity they had just lost were completely gone. In addition, the spectacular sight of thousands of people around him cast a shimmering halo around him. . When Buddha fell into a dream, who can still have doubts? !
At this time, Liang Feng turned around and gave a salute to everyone sitting on the seat: "The last one is the same, but it's an unkind request. I have seen countless refugees all the way from Liang Mansion, suffering from hunger and cold, leaving their hometowns. In Jinyang City, there are thousands of Li Shu, who are walking on the road to worship, only to ask the Buddha to avoid disasters and blessings. The dharma assembly can save countless ghosts in the underworld. Who will save these worldly hungry and lonely old people? Therefore, I would like to take out a thousand Tibetan treasures. The paper of the scriptures is exchanged for rice grain, which is donated to the suffering people in the city."
When these words came out, everyone was stunned. Exchange paper for food to relieve the poor? In fact, large households also have good deeds of porridge. When they encounter a disaster, they will set up a porridge field, but very few people take it as a measure. But think about it, they are willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to save ghosts, why can't they spend some money to save the living
On the side, Mrs. Guo, who was wearing a cap, suddenly said, "The old man is willing to exchange fifty shi of millet for Liang Langjun's Tibetan scripture paper."
Although Guo's old woman is old, but her family is not the best, it is very rude to speak at this time. However, after everyone was stunned, they suddenly woke up to another thing. This paper is the Tibetan scripture paper produced by the Liang Mansion! With the blessing of the Buddha in his dreams, will this Tibetan scripture paper also be full of vows, so that it can bless the family? The Guo family lost two young sons in this pandemic. Could it be because of this that Mrs. Guo couldn't wait to speak and wanted this piece of paper
Immediately, someone became annoyed, how could such a good opportunity have not been thought of before? It's only fifty stones of rice grain, what is it to them! At this moment, it has been robbed, no matter how high the status is, it is not easy to make another bid.
Sure enough, Liang Feng happily bowed to Madam Guo: "Thank you Madam for your kindness. After the Fa conference, I will send someone to deliver the Tibetan scriptures."
After that, he turned to face the abbot again: "I'm about to leave Jinyang in the next few days. I wonder if I can ask Huai'en Temple to donate these fifty stones of rice grain on my behalf?"
Oh! It was only at this moment that the Fa-chanting came to an end, which is bad! If these 50 stone grains of rice are transported to Huai'en Temple, and the temple will give them on their behalf, the poor will certainly appreciate the kindness of Liang Feng and Guo. But there is always a time when rice grains are exhausted. If they run out, the temple will stop providing relief. Will the foolish people who don't know the world hate Liang Feng? I'm afraid not, but the monks will be blamed for being stingy and unwilling to save people. In this case, wouldn't generosity never stop? How much rice, grain and firewood should be posted in the temple
What the abbot could think of when he recited the Dharma, of course the abbot could also think of it, but the old monk did not hesitate, just nodded slightly, and recited a passage of scripture: "A bodhisattva in the Dharma should have nowhere to live and walk in giving; Keep the sound, smell, touch the Dharma and give; Subhuti, Bodhisattva should give in this way, and why is it that the bodhisattva does not give in appearance? If the bodhisattva does not give in appearance, the merit is inconceivable. What Liang Shizhu did is exactly the gift without appearance, which is a great blessing Great wisdom, how can this temple refuse it?"
What the old monk recited was a passage from the Diamond Sutra. That is to say, when giving, don't have color, and don't have the thought of giving favor and retribution. Only by always keeping the thought of doing good deeds and helping others in mind can we obtain the greatest reward and achieve the bodhisattva body.
This is the principle of Zen sound and Buddhism. How can all the high school disciples who are passionate about Buddhism here not understand it? Everyone nodded and nodded, realizing something in their hearts.
Unexpectedly, the old monk could return a tall hat and round it up for him. Liang Feng also smiled and saluted. Whatever the explanation, his purpose has been accomplished. With the price of the dharma assembly, if someone comes to buy sutra paper in the future, they must pay the price of 1,000 sheets of 50 stone. This is just like stealing money from Ming, but it is still elegant and has no copper smell. Why don't those high-ranking people rush to it
And promised to donate rice grains for the next generation, Huai'en Temple can not just be a Pixiu that swallows money and food, but also spit out some money and grain in moderation and donates porridge and rice. With the money left between the fingers, I don't know how many people can survive. To have such a result, it is not a waste of time to make a show today.
With a modest smile, Liang Feng sat back to his original position.
The host put his palms together and worshipped again: "Since this Buddha's fate refers to the first volume of sutras for transcendence, I can use this "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra"."
When the two monks heard the words, they immediately stood to the left and right, and unfolded the scroll of scriptures that Liang Feng had sent. The old monk took a deep breath and began to recite. His voice was not clear, on the contrary, it was hoarse and dry, but when he read the scriptures, there was a charming charm that pointed directly to the heart. The "Diamond Sutra" translated by Kumarajiva is incomparably exquisite, with beautiful diction, sophisticated language, mysterious and profound, which is exactly in line with the taste of Jin people. Now let the old monk read it slowly, it is even more intoxicating.
The sound of Zen was faint, and the fragrance was shrouded in mist. Liang Feng also slowly closed his eyes and listened quietly.