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I saw an old monk approaching, first saluting everyone, and then sitting on a high seat specially set up for preaching monks.

Immediately afterwards, the people and believers who had finished admiring the lights rushed to hear the news. They came early and sat on the ground.

In fact, Yuan Zai is not surprised.

Monks lectured and talked about the Dharma with each other, paying attention to the solemnity, the more profound and obscure, the better, but it is not necessary to teach the scriptures to ordinary people, and they can come as they are popular. After all, most people cannot understand those Wen Jianjian's words.

I saw the old monk with gray eyebrows and solemn face chanting the Buddha's name, then his face changed, imitating the voice of a woman, and chanting:

"The kind mother told Mulian:'I made karma for my previous life, slaughtered pigs and sheep, and never practiced good deeds, and my counseling was evil all day long. I am here now, and suffering is unspeakable. The water is never famous, and the food has never been met. All over my body. All over the body, there are always sores. The suffering is endless, and there will be thousands of lives and deaths in a day. "The kind mother calls the eyes forward, the eyes, the eyes..."

With two calls, several young monks began to beat the wooden fish and used various musical instruments to create an atmosphere.

On the high platform, the old monk continued to sing, while covering his face with his sleeve, showing the appearance of "I am miserable":

"I don't think about it when I'm in the world, and if I am greedy and kill pigs and sheep all day long, there will be no good or evil in the world.

Hell is always hungry and thirsty. When it is decocted, it is used to protect soup, or go up to the sword mountain and sword tree, or lie on an iron bed for a long time.

More ploughing and tongue-drawing, foreign copper gushing the mouth and suffering, not smelling the water vapor for several years, hunger and sores all over the body..."

Sobbing sounded, Yuan Zai found that the women around him who were soft-hearted and had little insight had already hugged each other and wept bitterly.

at the same time.

The four figures fell to the top of the Buddhist hall, looking at the absurd farce below.

After watching for a while, Duke felt that the people of Datang were too deceived, especially the older women. After hearing this for a while, they scrambled to pick up jewelry and bracelets, saying that they would melt the gold body for the Bodhisattva and Buddha. Atone for yourself and your family.

Having a good Yuan Festival, I just became disheartened.

And Pan Ming is not surprised. After all, the people of this era don't have much entertainment, let alone watching movies and TV shows, books are hard to reach, and it is rare to watch a performance now, no matter how simple, the heart will be touched.

Of course, the monks knew how to measure, and the story of Mulian saving his mother was told, implying that the believers would be able to stop after donating the offerings once.

At the current Shangyuan Festival, it is better to tell more festive stories. In this way, they began to tell historical legends and folk tales to promote the prestige and achievements of the saints...

Vulgar!

As expected!

If it wasn't for the occasion, Lu Li would want to scold: a group of swindlers shave their hair, put on a robes, and bring a wooden fish, they can swindle!

The most shameless thing is that it is also beautifully named:

Wash away the sins.

From beginning to end, there was no vision manifested. Lu Li could see clearly. The old monk sitting on the high platform opened his eyes many times and secretly glanced at the utensils donated to the believers.

"It's really an eye-opener. The Buddha's tongue is full of lotus, and it is well-deserved." Duke teased unceremoniously.

"The knives in the hands of Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty are still too blunt." Pan Ming was full of disdain.

"A few donors laughed, the poor monk Chu Jin, and the abbot of this temple."

When the words fell, a figure appeared behind Lu Li, seemingly silent, but he was still aware of it for the first time.

Chu Jin, a vulgar surname Chen, is said to be able to recite the Dharma and Hua at the age of seven.

In Lu Li's scrutiny gaze, Chu Jin, wearing a robed robes, said neither humble nor overbearing: "The four good men are already known to the poor monks. Please move and follow me to the main hall."

"lead the way."

When the words fell, the four fell from the back of the courtyard, and they never alerted anyone, including Yuan Zai.

In the past years, Prince Zhang Huai took the initiative to abandon the mansion, and only then did he have the vast Qianfu Temple in front of him.

When he came just now, Lu Li had already investigated everywhere, and there was no shortage of Sanmen Hall, Heavenly King Hall, and Daxiong Hall. Not only that, the lecture hall, Tibetan scripture pavilion, Guanyin Hall, Ksitigarbha Hall, Patriarch Hall, and Jialan Hall are all available.

How much money do you have to cheat to build it?

Xu was aware of the disdain flashing through Lu Li's eyes, and Chu Jin turned around and asked, "Does the donor misunderstand my temple?"

"Haha, there is no misunderstanding."

On the side, Duke replied on his behalf: "It just feels that your temple's tongue is full of lotus skills. It is really tight. Treating good men and women as fat sheep can make them willing."

"Sure enough, the donor misunderstood." Chu Jin shook his head. "The silver money donated by the faithful, no one dares to be greedy for ink. They either melted it away to make a golden body for the Buddha or used it to build a multi-tower pagoda."

"When the poor monk first came to Qianfu Temple, he recited the "Fahua Sutra" a day until "Seeing the Pagoda Products", and the pagoda suddenly appeared in front of him. He sat in meditation for six years and vowed to build the pagoda."

"However, the power is limited, so I can only speak out in a big way, please raise donations in good faith and raise funds from all quarters."

tower.

It turned out to be the place where the monk bone relics were stored, but it became a symbol in this dynasty. As long as conditions permit, the monks will build a tower in the temple and stand in front of the Daxiong Hall.

But the four of them were about to step into the palace, only to find that the courtyard was indeed empty.

The incense is so prosperous, why is it difficult to build a tower?

Unless the old monk has a big heart...

Well, Duobao pagoda.

Just hearing this name felt extraordinary, and actually named Dubao.

"I don't know how much money is missing from your temple?" Pan Ming said calmly.

Chu Jin jointly announced the Buddha's horn and said frankly: "After six years, he has raised 500,000 yuan for charity, which is still half a million yuan."

Lu Li was speechless for a while, a piece of mutton-stuffed biscuits for one dollar, if the money to build the pagoda is to buy cakes...

At this point, there is nothing that can't be said. Li Bing asked, "Why deceive the believers? The monk who is in charge of preaching is unremarkable, and he can even be said to be a beast."

The old monk was not frightened by Li Bing’s appearance. He seemed to be able to cultivate the Qigong Fu and asked: "You are not our people, why are you lying? As long as you donate money, we will take care of all the sins and karma for them, and guarantee them. Never fall into Abi **** after death."

Frankly speaking, this cannot be verified.

At least Lu Li and others couldn't verify it.

However, Chu Jin took the initiative to say: "If you have great fortune, if you want to enter my door, the poor monk will perform the Buddha's supernatural powers."

Pan Ming and Duke heard this statement for the first time, and they looked at each other.

Li Bing was expressionless.

As for Lu Li, he thought he would be immune to similar words, but when the monk said these words, he felt an inexplicable response in his heart.

Seeing that the four of them were silent, their attitude was very obvious. Chu Jin still didn't give up. As he walked ahead to lead the way, he said, "The poor monk knows that the three distinguished guests have prejudices against me in Buddhism."

Which three?

Naturally, it is a trio of Lu Li, Pan Ming, and Duke.

"The emperors of the previous dynasties destroyed the Buddha because they believed that the Buddhists did not produce and depended on alms and charity to make a living."

"But this is not the case in this temple. Growing grain, growing vegetables, cutting wood, and carrying water. All kinds of work are done by yourself."

Chu Jin spoke eloquently, "When the weather gets warmer in a while, our temple will hold a'general invitation' activity. Since the poor monks and below, all monks and nuns will go to the fields to farm."

"Don't cook for a day, don't eat for a day!"

"Every year of starvation, the gates are opened and food is distributed to help the victims."

Speaking of this, the old monk lifted up a divine ring behind his head, as if the true Buddha had come to the world.

In fact, those words cannot be faked. Qianfu Temple has a history of nearly 70 years, and Chu Jin is not the first to take charge of this temple. Lu Li and others can find out what happened after asking the neighbors.

"Ben Meow... Shaoqing didn't ask about the smell of meat, nor did he smell the smell of blood."

When the words were over, Li Bing deliberately scowled, dissatisfied that Lu Li kept putting his hands on his head.

For this, Lu Li hadn't seen him, and now he doesn't tease the cat, and it will be too late to regret it when he goes back a few days later.

After Emperor Wu of Liang's reign, the clear rules of "no killing and no meat eating" have been basically set, and Li Bing has an extremely sensitive sense of smell. It shows that the monks of Qianfu Temple really strictly abide by the precepts——

For several meals a day, rice porridge is the main food, accompanied by pickles. Stewed with vegetables and tofu is a delicacy. If you are seriously ill, you must supplement your nutrition, and you can only eat some honey and butter.

Be self-sufficient, eat vegetarian food and recite Buddha.

Meeting these two requirements is indeed worthy of the name of a master.

And after patiently listening to the explanation, Duke said quickly and said: "So, we have misunderstood. Dade is so different from those who deceive the world."

Lu Li nodded, and added something in his heart: The premise is that the believers can really get the blessing of the Buddha after they die, otherwise, they are still thieves.

The Daxiong Hall, located in the middle of the whole temple, enshrines Sakyamuni and other great power Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats.

All major events are held here. From this, it can be seen that Chu Jin did not neglect everyone, and the four gradually put away their preconceived attitude.

"You know that the poor monks came here for the murder of Pingkangfang, isn't it?"

After entering the main hall, Lu Li temporarily removed his hand, giving the Buddha master a face.

Li Bing, who had recovered his freedom, had both claws on his back and returned to Gao Lengfan, nodding for him to continue talking.

"Donor Zhang is not a murderer. He feels that he has no chance to win the Toad Palace. He decides to go back to his hometown to review his homework, and then go to Beijing to take the exam in the coming year."

"Furthermore, Donor Zhang was born in a humble background, and really didn't have the money to redeem his confidante, so he had to write a letter to rebuke."

Lu Li had a strange expression on his face.

The old monk is not a party, how can he know so clearly?

However, he did not ask questions. The case was handled by Li Bing with full authority, and he came here to help fill the front.

"There is no proof, what about Confucian scholars?"

Li Bing was full of official spirit, but he was extremely uneasy: I knew that the host of Qianfu Temple was so good to talk, so I brought Yuan Zai in directly...

That's right, it was regretting it, thinking that it shouldn't ask Lu Li for help.

"After listening to the poor monk about Miss Mingyue's death, she was chanting for her in the guest room." Master Chu Jin lowered his eyebrows and his eyes were low, and his voice was low: "Speaking of which, the two murders are indeed related to the temple."

Everyone pressed distracting thoughts and knew that the highlight was coming.

"Some time ago, the two girls, Fuxiang and Mingyue, came to this temple to pray for blessings. It stands to reason that they should have been accompanied by the Jiansi or other scholars and monks with successful cultivation..."

Having said this, Chu Jin sighed helplessly, and the face without sadness and joy finally changed, and he blamed himself: "But that day, the poor monk summoned forty-nine people in the temple to practice Dharma and Samadhi, and he had no time to take care of it. other."

In front of the Buddha's golden body, the old monk naturally would not lie, and told the whole story.

It turned out that after six years of hard work, Chu Jin had a whim and had a foreboding that the construction of the pagoda would be successful in the near future, and the remaining half a million dollars would be funded by the saints.

Because of this, he summoned all the monks with magic power in the whole temple to practice Dharma and Hua Samadhi, and stab the blood to write a volume of "Golden Dharma and Hua Sutra", a volume of "Bodhisattva Precepts", and a volume of "Guan Puxian Sutra". One thousand Buddhist scriptures and thirty-six golden scripts are used to town the pagoda.

In this situation, the two ladies, Mingyue and Fuxiang, were watched by the evil spirits, and the mortal body of the companion monk did not notice the abnormality.

When Chu Jin reacted, it was too late.

"The incense in Qianfu Temple is prosperous, why are there evil spirits? I heard that in the past, the high priest of the Pure Land Sect had lived here to meditate on the samādhi, and after three years, he attained the samādhi." The voice came from outside the hall.

Not long ago, Yuan Zai was fed up with the tricks of vulgar monks fooling the people. He simply left the courtyard and searched for clues. He happened to ran into Lu Li and the others at the Daxiong Hall.

"Siqing, Shaoqing."

He walked quickly, greeted the two Shangguans first, then nodded to Pan Ming and Duke who he didn't know, and finally looked at Chu Jin with a bad expression, as if he was asking for the answer.

"The donor knows why Master Huaide came here to practice?" Chu Jin didn't care about the provocation in Yuan Zai's words, and said to himself: "Not long after the temple was established, Prince Zhang Huai died in an unfavorable life. This place is its old residence. ."

Prince Zhang Huai, Li Xian.

An heir who was highly valued by his father and wanted to send his family and country, and his courtiers praised the prince of the world, who did not lose the courtesy of the three dynasties, was falsely accused of rebellion, and the falsely accused was his biological mother Wu Zetian.

Li Zhi knew the whole story in his heart and wanted to protect him, but Wu Zetian retorted him: He is a man of rebellion, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate it; if righteousness destroys his relatives, how can he be forgiven!

A wise prince, a cowardly father, a snake-hearted mother and queen.

According to legend, people with grievances will turn into ghosts when they die, but what about the crown prince?

Lu Li thought it would be tricky.

But Chu Jin said very vaguely ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to sum it up with an unknown coming to the world. After all, Prince Zhang Huai is the uncle of today's saint, and the two have the same origin.

"The poor monk did not build multiple pagodas for his own sake, but just wanted to save the dead."

"Actually, there is no need to go into details. If you want to come to the Great Dynasty Meeting two hours later, the four donors will believe everything that the poor monk said."

The words are full of certainty.

Recalling what Chu Jin said earlier, the remaining half a million yuan would be funded by the emperor himself, and Lu Qizhong believed a little bit more.

all in all.

The whole case is not complicated. The two girls had a bad day at the incense, they were targeted by an unknown person, and they died unexpectedly.

However, there is still a doubt.

Why did they cross over half of the city of Chang'an and seek the distance to the Qianfu Temple for incense?