When Kaohsiung saw him, he snorted and laughed and said in Thai: "You guy is very well-informed." ”

The man replied, "Aren't you the same?" The Chinese are so smart, I thought there wouldn't be any dealers coming over for at least two days!" Kaohsiung sat next to me, and I saw the two elderly monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a two-foot-square wooden flat tray in front of them, which was full of white fine earth powder. The monk writes words on the surface of the powder with his fingers, reciting mantras as he writes. After the writing is complete, the monk smooths out the powder with the palm of his hand and writes it again.

"How long have you been waiting?" asked Kaohsiung, in a low voice. The man said there were about two hours, and at most half an hour would be enough. Kaohsiung nodded, got up and went to the yard to smoke. I hurriedly walked over and asked the old monk what he was writing and why he was writing on the sand.

Kaohsiung said: "That is the scripture powder, and I will use it to bless Lelai in a while." "Under my questioning, he told me that the scripture powder is the soil in the temple, which is commonly known as the temple soil, and the temple soil is mostly used near the temple bronze bell and the pagoda, and the temple soil in these two places is often worshiped by the monks, and the mind is the strongest. Sift the soil finely with a basket and put it in a wooden flat tray, and the Luang Po masters write scriptures on the surface of the soil layer with their fingers every day, reciting while writing, and then smoothing and writing again. This is the most important material in the real card, and it usually needs to be written at least a thousand times to be effective. If it is a limited edition amulet made of materials, it may have to be written tens of thousands of times. Moreover, the higher Master Long Po's mana cultivation, the better the effect of the temple soil written.

"With such a small temple, how high can Master Long Po be to cultivate?" I couldn't help but ask.

Kaohsiung snorted: "Dog's eyes look at people low! I have come all the way from Bangkok here, is it because I am full of food? Many masters with very high cultivation have lived in this kind of small temple for most of their lives, and few people can usually find them, even if they are card dealers, they must be the kind of people who really understand and have a wide range of contacts, such as Gao Boss and me. I nodded yes again and again, and he told me to wait patiently, and when the temple soil was ready, he would start to bless Lelai.

I was about to ask what Lelai was, but Kaohsiung pointed over there, said okay, and walked over quickly. I followed closely behind and saw the young monk carrying a wooden flat tray and walking around the backyard of the temple, followed by the Thai brand dealer. Kaohsiung did not follow, but came to the two Long Po masters, sat down to give a salute, and asked where Lelai was found this time.

Master Luang Po replied, "On the northern slope of Luang Mountain, there is a stone cave. Kaohsiung asked again if there were enough twenty yuan, and Master Long Po shook his head and said that it was only enough for fifteen yuan at most, and if it was broken, it would be possible to embed about thirty or forty Buddha cards. Kaohsiung nodded, and then quickly walked around to the back of the temple after the namaste, and I hurriedly followed, at this time the young monk had already turned back, presumably to bring another wooden flat tray of temple soil.

As he passed us, Kaohsiung whispered, "Don't forget my words." The young monk didn't look at him either, as if he didn't hear at all, and Kaohsiung didn't ask much and walked straight to the backyard. There is a small pavilion with a gold-dusted statue of Shakyamuni Buddha in the center, and the Thai dealer stands in the pavilion, with several large earthy yellow mats on the ground. Two young monks were squatting, using tools to collect all the temple soil in the tray into another iron tray, piled up high.

The two dragon masters walked over slowly, and I hurriedly went over to help, and the master looked at me, smiled and nodded. Coming to the center of the pavilion, Master Luang Po sat down in the cushion, first bowed to the statue of the god, and then waved his hand to the young monk, who stopped making temple soil, took out a yellow cloth bag from his bosom, and placed it in front of the two Luang Po masters. The two masters opened the cloth bag very slowly, and I thought to myself that this young monk really has no eyesight, why don't you help the master open the cloth bag first? You are so important! If I had already fired you.

After Master Luang Po opened the cloth bag, me, Kaohsiung, and the Thai businessman all craned their necks and looked at it carefully. In the cloth bag were more than a dozen black and gray objects, dark and light in color, very similar to stones, and like ore blocks after some metal was melted and sintered, with pimples on the surface. It's not that big, and the largest one is the size of a dollar coin. A young monk took the iron tray, and Master Luang Po put the ore blocks into the tray, and the two masters put their palms on the tray, pressed the black pieces, and began to chant mantras.

The mantras recited by the two masters are the same, but there are high and low. While reciting, a master reached out and grabbed a handful of prayer powder from another tray, sprinkled it regularly on top of the black block, and then grabbed and sprinkled again. After sprinkling a few handfuls, change to another master to sprinkle scripture powder. And so on and so forth, until all the flour was sprinkled in the tray and still piled up in a hill.

In the end, the two Luang Po masters each raised their bare arms, put one hand into the middle of the warp powder, and slowly grasped something. I guess they're going to have to hold every piece of Lelai all over to bless it, and then take it out at the end. But I guessed wrong, the two masters took out their hands after ten minutes, and the young monk began to collect the sutra powder into a cloth bag again, leaving only the black lump in the tray. I was surprised to find that these black blocks were no longer as small as they were just now, but they had become larger and less numerous, probably only about six or seven.

"What's missing?" I couldn't help but ask.

Kaohsiung said: "It was Master Long Po who used mana to combine small pieces of Lelai into large pieces, so that the mana would be stronger. "I was amazed, even if this thing wasn't metal, it looked like something hard, how could it be combined with a mantra? Kaohsiung also took a few steps over and stopped him with his hand, saying don't worry, don't affect Master Longpo's blessings.

The Thai dealer reluctantly took three or four steps back, but his eyes were still fixed on the tray, as if he was afraid that the black pieces would suddenly evaporate. The two Luang Po masters carefully wiped off the sutra powder attached to the black block with their hands, placed it neatly in the tray, and pressed it with their left and right hands to continue chanting the mantra. Then he put his hands together and closed his eyes for nearly twenty minutes before it was over.

Kaohsiung walked over and knelt in front of Master Long Po, and I also knelt down respectfully. Seeing up close, there were six pieces of Lelai in this iron tray, each about the size of a ping-pong ball, Master Luang Po picked up one piece and handed it to the Thai brand dealer, and then picked up another piece and handed it to Kaohsiung, and the remaining five pieces were taken away by the young monk. The Kaohsiung and Thai dealers each took out their banknotes and handed them to the young monks, and we made our joint salutes and walked to the temple gate together. The Thai dealer was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "Now you have to sell it at a good price, so you can be worthy of such a rare Lelai!"