In an ancient temple on the border of Huaguo, eight old monks in red cassocks sat around a marble altar with eight treasures lotus flowers, their hands formed the Nirvana seal of silence, and they kept chanting the mantra of rebirth.
Namo Amitabha, Dotagaduo, Dodiyeta, Amitabhi, Amitabhi, Sidampovi... Mysterious scriptures linger in the majestic hall accompanied by the sound of wooden fish knocking , the misty Sanskrit sound penetrated the air and the thick brick wall, and was carried by the clouds into the vast and distant blue sky outside the hall.
In a corner of the hall, a tall man in a black suit knelt on the futon, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and kept chanting scriptures with pale lips, with a solemn expression.
A young monk in his early twenties, wearing a magnolia cassock, was sitting beside him, secretly looking at him from the corner of his eyes.
The man's figure was very tall and his complexion was healthy, but his slightly purple lips revealed the secret of his recovery from a serious illness. As early as half a year ago, there were rumors that the man suffered from a serious heart attack and died soon. The man's family is one of the most prominent families in Huaguo. He himself is a genius with extraordinary abilities. The family is brought out of the quagmire and pushed to the top.
The humble die like smoke, and the superior die like a mountain shaken. The life and death of a man determines the prosperity and decline of a family, and will also change the fate of many people. As soon as the news came out, it attracted a lot of attention, but the man never refuted the rumors, but completely disappeared from the public eye.
Half a year later, when everyone thought that the man was no longer in the world, and those who were interested were gearing up to attack his family, the man suddenly appeared in a high-profile manner and used thunderous means to deal with the restless forces from all sides. The rumors are self-defeating.
However, the young monk beside him knew that it was not a rumor. Although the monk is still young and his cultivation level is not as good as that of the eight elders, the simple skill of face recognition is not difficult for him. The man half a year ago clearly looked like he was destined to die, but half a year later, he had completely disappeared, and his life span was long. However, there was a black and thick evil spirit lingering between his brows, which seemed to be a sign of a demon.
This is taking away someone else's life and changing it to another day, so it's the result of evil karma! The young monk chanted Buddha to the man on the TV screen.
Half a month later, when the man came to the door with the most treasured relic of the Buddha, he realized that it was not someone else who continued the man's life, but the other's younger sister, a twin sister whose blood is thicker than water. She exchanged her heart for her brother, and she died quietly.
The monk didn't want to know how many dark, obscure and dirty inside stories there were. The real Buddha relic is a sacred object in the temple. It has been lost for two thousand years and finally returned. They cannot refuse any request from the man, even if the man wants to use the life-long cultivation of the eight elders to send his sister to reincarnation, so that she can live a happy life in the next life. Futai Ankang.
The lifetime cultivation of the eight elders has a total of four or five hundred years of luck, this benefactor really dares to speak! Thinking of this, the monk secretly frowned.
The knocking sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the ethereal Sanskrit sound echoed in the empty hall for a long time, and the rich Buddhist fragrance came out from the ice jade box placed in the middle of the altar, which was refreshing.
The eight elders slowly opened their eyes. Due to the loss of most of their cultivation, the wrinkles on their faces became more and more criss-crossed, and their figures became hunched.
"Amitabha, finally lived up to the entrustment of the benefactor." The oldest monk stood up, walked to the altar and picked up the ice jade box.
The man also opened his eyes, without saying a word, stepped forward after three kowtows, and took the cold and biting box.
The old monk walked out of the hall first, and the others followed slowly, and stood still under a huge bodhi tree deep in the temple.
"Put the lotus seeds into the water." The old monk pointed to a small pond five feet square under the tree.
The man didn't ask much, and carefully opened the lid of the box, holding the lotus seeds exuding a strong Buddhist fragrance in his palm, with a solemn and pious expression as if he was holding the whole world.
But she is indeed his whole world, the whole meaning of his life, and he is reluctant to let go.
The monks waited quietly. Half an hour later, the young monk was still the most impatient, and comforted him in a low voice, "Mr. Yu, let go. There are eight uncles who have cultivated their lives for blessings. Miss Yu will live a happy and healthy life in the next life. All the best."
The man listened but did not hear it, and pressed the lotus seeds tightly to his chest, with a forbearing expression on his face. After several minutes, he walked to the edge of the pool step by step, bent down and sent the lotus seeds into the clear water. If his sister's body hadn't been cremated when he woke up, how could he be willing to just send her into reincarnation, even if against the sky, he wanted to bring her back to life.
Layers of ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and a miraculous scene happened before the man's eyes. I saw a few tender green lotus leaves breaking through the water waves and growing rapidly, and they became lush in two or three seconds. There was also a long thin stem swaying in the wind with a pink flower bud on it, stained with a few drops of crystal clear water. The clear water drops look so cute.
The Buddhist fragrance in the ancient temple was instantly replaced by the elegant lotus fragrance. The eight old monks clasped their hands together and said "Amitabha Buddha" in unison.
The man is well-read and knowledgeable. Seeing this scene, he was stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses. For the first time, he eased his cold expression, and said sincerely, "I am ashamed to have spent the entire life of several masters."
"Buddha cut meat to feed eagles, and gave up his life to feed tigers. It can be said that he seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence. Why do we have any complaints? The same is true for us. The female benefactor has entered reincarnation and passed away. She will have unparalleled luck and auspicious stars. It is not early, Donor, please go back." The old monk said lightly.
The man thanked him again, and stood by the pool for a long time before reluctantly leaving. When he walked out of the temple, he saw his mother who was waiting at the door with a worried expression, and the dark evil spirit gathered between his brows again. He will not let go of anyone who persecuted her and harmed her!
The eight elders filed into the pagoda and sat around the relics of the real Buddha to meditate. The heavy tower door creaked shut, and it was unknown how many years later it opened again.
The young monk let out a sigh of relief, sneaked into the main hall while no one was looking, climbed up the Eight Treasures Lotus Altar, and took out a book from under the futon with the ice jade box, and said to himself, "Four, five! It's too much to send a ghost with a hundred years of cultivation to go to the Great Thousand World to die, let alone guarantee her unparalleled luck, wealth and auspiciousness? The eight masters are dull in character, and they will definitely do their best. Passed away. In order to save the lives of the masters and uncles, I have no choice but to ask the Buddha to forgive me."
He clasped his hands together, bowed to the Buddha statue in the hall, straightened his waist, and while erasing the cinnabar-painted star shifting array on the cover, he comforted himself, "She is a secular woman, she doesn't need spiritual practice, the Great Thousand Realm or the Small Thousand Realm , should be no problem for her, right? This is a romantic novel with no twists and turns. Can get a heroine Dangdang. Unexpectedly, the daughter of a big family also likes to read this kind of small white text... "
He read two pages casually, his face gradually turned blue, and he turned back at a very fast speed. After a long while, he collapsed on the lotus platform, covering his face and lamenting. He is also a heavenly genius, otherwise how could he become the host of a thousand-year-old temple at such a young age? Reading a 400-500-page novel in three minutes is as easy as eating and drinking.
But there are times when the wizards of the sky stumble, and this time it is. He asked the man for the relics of the female benefactor in order to do things. This book was among them. Make it a medium.
Looking at it now, the intestines of regret are green.
This book is indeed a sweet pet, he, but it is so hard to die. The cannon fodder female partner and the female benefactor in the book happen to have the same name and surname. It is the same fate as the female benefactor. It is conceivable that the two have a very high degree of compatibility, whether it is soul or body, and they will be 80% or 90% fused together.
Thinking of the fate of 'Yu Xiang' in the book, the monk lamented again.
This is a bloody story about the wrong child. A family of merchants and a family of nobles were traveling at the same time. The mistresses of both families were pregnant at about the same month. On the way, they encountered bandits robbing the road. Fetal gas premature birth. Due to the busy manpower and the critical situation, both families gave birth to daughters, the nanny of the Xungui family accidentally carried the wrong baby, and after returning home, she found that the baby's swaddling clothes were of the same color and pattern, but the fabric was very cheap. Come to think of it.
But the head of the family died of banditry, and the mistress was heartbroken, and she had to be buried with the head of the house when she told the truth, and the children would also be affected. After thinking about it for a while, she finally chose not to mention it. Over time, she got a heart disease. She passed away after a few years, and she told the mistress about the matter before she died.
Since then, 'Yu Xiang' has been degraded from a daughter of the Marquis Mansion to a bastard who came from nowhere. After the heroine returned, she witnessed how beautiful the heroine was, how she was so charming and pampered, and the resentment accumulated in her heart broke out completely, and she embarked on the road of no return against the heroine, and was finally designed by the heroine to marry a mountain wolf , tortured to death.
The main heroine is lucky, she has to be scheming, and she has a very vicious personality, and finally supports her husband to ascend the throne, and adds a phoenix robe to her body. Even if this master sold her, she still had to count the money for her. Even her own elder brother and prince, who were extremely capable and talented, were played around by her, and finally suffered a crushing defeat.
How can such a person, who has been paralyzed since childhood and has never been in contact with the outside world, be able to resist
The monk held his cheeks and felt a severe toothache. He murmured, "Four or five hundred years of cultivation is enough for the benefactor to turn the crisis into safety, right? She has been paralyzed since she was a child, and she should be able to get used to it with a bad body. It's okay." Yes, it will be fine! The Buddha will definitely bless her!"
Just as he was chanting, a young novice ran in in a hurry and shouted, "No, host, that lotus plant has fallen into the water. We dare not fish for fear of damaging the roots. Go and have a look!" "
The monk crawled to the backyard, only to see that the upright stem fell obliquely into the water, only the tips of the flower buds emerged from the water, and a few leaves also showed signs of withering. It looked very pitiful.
The monk hurriedly jumped into the pond to help, and then inserted a bamboo branch into the water and tied it with the thin lotus stem. After working for a long time, he finally got it done.
The little novice looked at the wilting lotus, and said with a sad face, "Benefactor Yu said that he would come to the temple for a few days every month. If he saw this scene, he would never help our Buddha reshape the golden body again! Host, what should I do?" what should I do?"
The monk twisted his wet clothes and said in pain, "Take all my spirit stones and pour them into the pool, add another pool of spirit stones to the pool after four or five hundred years of cultivation, the lotus will grow back even if its roots are broken Yes! Go!"
The little novice promised again and again, and poured all the spirit stones that the host had collected for more than ten years into the pool. After a while, the emerald green water in the pool gradually became clear, and a layer of misty white mist appeared, which set off the budding lotus, making it extraordinarily beautiful.
Only then did the monk take a long breath and secretly recited the phrase 'Amitabha Buddha'. The Buddha was right, this deceitful thing really cannot be done.