"Amitabha Buddha, good for all things, the Buddha goes west, believers Mikang;
Widespread Buddhism, chant sutras on the altar, humans and demons, evil spirits, no harm.
The poor monk guantuo monastery presided over Yuanmu and hereby announced that the fourth water and land dharma meeting of guantuo monastery this year has officially begun. "
Seeing the young and handsome Monk Yuanmu ascend to the altar, I noticed that he was actually barefoot.
The monks stood around the altar holding various kinds of Buddha patriarchal instruments.
After the host had finished speaking, there were more wooden fish in their hands like a juggling, and they sang the Buddhist Prajna Heart Sutra together as they beat the wooden fish rhythmically. Let alone, it was very nice.
"Good, good."
Hundreds of thousands of spectators responded at once, very in harmony.
After Yuanmu sat cross-legged on the altar incense table, the Panlong tin rod was erected at will, no force was seen, but the tin rod stood upright there, unshakable in the wind and rain.
He slowly raised his hand.
The monks around the altar kept singing and percussing the wooden fish, but they sat cross-legged in uniform movements.
Yes, there are no futons under them, and they sit directly on the cold stone slab. Could it be that they are all ascetic monks
Yuanmu signaled again that the 100,000 spectators were sitting cross-legged one after another, which was not complete, and it took a long time to complete this link.
Yuanmu is based on mana, so he doesn't need any modern things like microphones. He speaks, and everyone can hear it clearly. It's close at hand, but it's not harsh at all.
It is like the drum for redress in front of the Third Hades Palace. After being struck, the volume is the same in every position in the Fengdu City. This is a display of the ultimate means!
Sitting there, I raised my chin slightly and stared at the host monk on the altar, but secretly I was talking to Enzimu Transmitting Voice.
"Master, Yuan Mu is not simple, just talking about the control of the voice is terrible, I can't perceive the depth of his Taoism, it may be the sky-reaching realm, or it may be the peak of the view, do you perceive and understand the master? "
I shook my head insignificantly, and said in a condensed voice: "I have tried it, and I can't clearly distinguish the other side's Taoism level, but the master did not run. It is worthy of being a person who likes to frequent contact with the world. There are so many eminent monks in Guantuo Temple? Amazing!
The horror outside Fang is surprising. To be honest, I still like Fang Fang. At least, there are not many masters on the bright side, so I can walk sideways;
But it’s different when I get to the outside. Maybe there’s a pony sitting on the side of the street eating melon seeds, watching the old man who is about to faint at any time may be the hidden power of the sky, which makes me have to be more vigilant, like walking on thin ice, real tower Enough for Ma! "
The corner of Enzimu's mouth provoked a curve, and he said softly: "The owner of the museum, you still have to adapt to the outside world as soon as possible. I think back then, I... um, digress, what do I say to myself
Master, let's just listen to him here, can't we? Too boring, right? Why don't you take this opportunity to go deep into the temples of Guantuo Temple to find out what happened? If there is a problem, there will be clues. "
The super assassin was very impatient to participate in the water and land puja of Rao Shizi.
"What time is it? Don't worry, be patient. I have an instinct. If there is a problem, it must be in the water and land Fa conference. Doesn't the whole bald driver's family all have the attack after attending the Fa conference?"
I disagree with Enzimu's plan.
"But Zhao Piaopiao didn't participate in the Fa conference, she just came here to pray for blessings and incense."
En Zimu replied.
"Perhaps, Guantuo Temple alone may have done something to Zhao Piaopiao."
I pondered for a moment and answered like this.
"Well, I just hope this guy is not too rigid in his lectures, otherwise, I might fall asleep."
Enzimu can only agree.
I didn't talk to him again, but listened carefully to Yuanmu's lecture.
Not to mention, it's really an eminent monk.
Let's not talk about the level of his Taoism, just talk about the Buddhist scriptures, that is an absolute master.
I am such a Taoist heir, and a layman who can't beat Buddhism by half a pole, for the next half an hour, I listened to Yuanmu's lectures with gusto.
On the contrary, it was Enzimu, his head lowered and lowered, as if he was really going to fall asleep, and I didn't care about him.
On the altar, Yuan Mu, who had explained a Mahayana sutra, paused and took the tea. Then he gave a faint instruction: "Distribute the'Great Compassion Water' for praying to the big guys to drink."
The so-called Great Compassion Water is actually the pure water in Buddhism. The water is filled in a cup with the scripture of the Great Compassion Mantra engraved on the seal, and it is provided for a few days before the statue of Buddha.
After that, it becomes the Great Compassion Water, which has the function of exorcising evil and eliminating calamities, protecting life and protecting the body.
Hundreds of monks came with trays, each of which contained golden cups of Buddhist scriptures, filled with great compassion water.
En Zimu didn't know when to wake up, and was staring at the clean water.
"Why, do you have the same suspicion as me?" I looked ahead and whispered secretly.
"The owner of the museum, I remember that most of the Great Compassion Water of Buddhism was used by the Buddha. To put it bluntly, it is seldom given to living people. Only in very special circumstances can certain living persons drink Great Compassion Water, but everyone is required to drink Great Compassion Water here. Water? What's the reason for this? Could it be that the Great Compassion made hands and feet in the water?"
Enzimu's suspicion was aroused.
"Whether you have done your hands or feet, wait until you and I drink it carefully and you will know the difference. Be careful not to show your feet."
I charge.
"The museum owner can rest assured, I know how to measure it." En Zimu hurriedly promised.
I noticed that everyone who drank the Great Compassionate water put hundreds to thousands of money in the cloth pocket hanging on the arm of the monk who carried the water. Only then did I realize that feelings are not for nothing
More monks came out with the Great Compassion Water. God knows how many monks are in Guantuo Temple, have their eyes passed a thousand
Even if so many monks are vegetarian, that would be a huge expense. No wonder they have to charge for it. It is reasonable to say.
After waiting ten minutes, it was finally my turn and Enzimu.
Two tall, nonchalant monks approached us with plates.
We got up and treated each other, and I signaled Enzimu to stuff the cloth pocket that the monk carried for thousands of years, and this was only in exchange for a kind smile.
The two monks chanted the water purification mantra, and Enzimu and I chanted the Buddha's sound hurriedly, picked up the golden cup, and drank it happily.
It looks like this on the surface, in fact, the two cups of water have already entered the Baifo Tu and were placed in a small earthen jar.
joke!
The great compassion water of unknown origin, those who wished to be blessed by the Buddha drank it into their stomachs without hesitation, but Enzimu and I did not even dare to touch the skin. .
The two monks without any fluctuations in mana naturally couldn't see through the hands and feet I made.
(End of this chapter)