Lin Xiaojue was eloquent, and the abbot master told himself that he must not let her take the lead. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He Amitabha......

Lin Xiaojue said: "Master, does the fecal water stink?"

Still let her ask.

Everyone in the audience listened carefully, and no one made a sound.

The abbot was wary.

"I don't know what the princess means? stinky or not, has it to do with the princess's revenge on the old man?"

Lin Xiaojue shook his head and said: "This is not revenge, it is ignition, of course it is related, the master must answer the questions of the palace." ”

The abbot thought to himself, then I will take the bait.

But so many pairs of eyes in the audience looked at ......

The abbot sighed faintly, "What if the old man says it doesn't stink?"

"Then keep splashing until the master's nose recovers. ”

"Amitabha. "I knew she wasn't at ease. The abbot master sneered, "Isn't the princess still retaliating?"

Lin Xiaojue looked at the audience: "You say, does it stink?"

Of course it stinks, it's fecal water.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The platform is spacious enough to accommodate more than a dozen people standing.

The people who cleaned the master had already gone down, and the stage was full of water marks, and Lin Xiaojue's embroidered shoes stepped on the water stains and circled around the master.

Then he stood back in front of the master and said, "Everyone else can smell the stench, but can't the master really smell it?"

The abbot master said: "The old man has the Buddha in his heart, and in the eyes of the Buddha, all colors and flavors are equal, even if they are stinky, they are not inferior." ”

The abbot master is very smart, she knows that Lin Xiaojue is not easy to deal with, there are words in the words, if he admits that it stinks, then she will definitely talk about stink, all he can think of is that she will attack him as a monk, and he also has likes and dislikes, so directly in the name of the Buddha, regardless of the smell of incense, plugged her mouth.

Lin Xiaojue smiled and said: "What does the master mean, the Buddha does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness, fragrance and smell, good and evil?

The people below began to talk to each other, everyone trusted the Buddha, isn't it because the Buddha has reincarnation, good has good and evil has evil retribution, if the Buddha can't distinguish between good and evil, how to talk about the reincarnation of heaven.

The master said: "The Buddha has a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, and he can distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil. ”

"But the master can't even distinguish the smell of incense, and he claims to be the son of the Buddha sitting down, how can people be convinced, can the master convey people's wishes to the Buddha? How can you have the face to preach and recite the scriptures? Aren't you even as good as us ordinary people?"

I knew that I shouldn't let her speak.

The master said, "But the old man smells a fishy smell. ”

Just now he also asked, what if it doesn't stink?

Lin Xiaojue smiled in his heart and said, "What the master smells is stinky, what we smell is also stinky, we smell stink, we run away immediately, the master doesn't run, it means that the master's nose is not sensitive, since we can smell the smell, where is the master smarter than us? Slow response, not as good as us, so isn't the master just an ordinary man to put it bluntly? So since they are all ordinary people, what is outstanding about the master, who has the face to speak for the Buddha?"

Left is not, right is not, if you don't run, you are afraid that she will make things difficult, but in the end she has become a talking handle.

The abbot master was about to explode, and said with a straight face: "Demons and evil can speak well and make the Dharma dusty. ”

Lin Xiaojue said: "But since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good, and the master didn't say that Buddhism is boundless, so why is he speechless." ”

So if you can't talk about her, he's a demon.

The abbot didn't know how to refute it for a while, and called Amitabha Buddha again and again.

Lin Xiaojue said with a smile: "Then this palace asks the master another question, the Buddha has mercy on the world and purifies all sentient beings, so if everyone has no money and is a poor person, will he still cross?"

The abbot master frowned: "The Buddha and the Buddha are all sentient beings, and all living beings are equal, of course, they are not angry, nor are they rich or poor, beautiful or ugly. ”

Xue Shipan stood not far away and looked at the stage, and suddenly, a strange man walked into his ear: "Go and stop the master, the account book of Huangjue Temple has been lost, it must have been stolen by Princess Yong'an." ”

Xue Shipan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"

"The little one was sent by the uncle. ”

It was Fang Junhou's person, Xue Shipan had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly squeezed to the high platform: "Master, stop, stop......"

But there were so many people that he couldn't squeeze in at all, and he was reserved, and his shouts were quickly drowned out by discussions.

On the stage, Lin Xiaojue clapped his hands, and Manager Tian had already walked to the stage with a stack of account books.

Lin Xiaojue picked up an account book: "Is there anyone who can read?"

Someone below raised their hand.

Lin Xiaojue threw down the above books, then picked up a cover and looked at the audience freshly: "This is the account book of Huangjue Temple." ”

The abbot's face froze when he heard this: "Princess Yong'an, what do you mean by this?" he almost stood up.

Lin Xiaojue said, "Don't worry, listen to the palace slowly." ”

Then he said to the account book: "The sesame oil money in March is a little less, 87,000 taels of silver." ”

"Wow...... "I don't understand why the people who are fighting the Dharma so well are all stunned at this time.

The abbot finally stood up: "Princess Gong'an, what do you mean?"

Lin Xiaojue said: "Master, don't worry, there is still April." She picked up another account book and threw it to the audience: "On the eighth day of the fourth month, the eighteenth, the twenty-eighth, the income of these three days alone is 300,000 taels of silver." ”

These three days are the birthday of the Buddha, and good men and women have to go to the temple to burn incense.

Lin Xiaojue circulated all the account books to the audience, leaving only one in his hand.

The pot had already exploded below, but she didn't care, she raised her voice and said, "This is the incoming, and the outing." She flipped through the account book in her hand and shook her head: "But unfortunately, this account is only the food expenses in the temple and the daily temple maintenance costs, plus the two sets of monks' robes, which are gone." ”

The people below gradually quieted down and looked at her.

The abbot stood up helplessly, trying to say something, but he couldn't organize the words.

Lin Xiaojue didn't look at him, and continued to look at the audience: "Have you seen it clearly? Have you seen it clearly? The Buddha purifies all living beings, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, so why do everyone worship the Buddha and the monks have to collect money?"

The abbot said, "That's the incense money." ”

Lin Xiaojue tilted his head sharply and looked at him sharply: "Where did you spend it in the end? The Buddha only ate sesame oil, and he could eat 100,000 taels of silver a month? Besides, if you can get what you want by spending money, is the Buddha still a Buddha? What is the difference between it and a corrupt official who embezzles and accepts bribes." ”

The abbot master was dumbfounded: "It's not like that, it's not like that." ”

He saw that the eyes of the believers in the audience were a little shaken, and he hurriedly said: "Princess Yong'an, this is a deception of the Buddha, an insult to the Buddha, and she will be punished by God." ”

Lin Xiaojue laughed and said: "Emperor Taizu said that monks are national lazy insects, folk moths, hungry ghosts, and wealthy rakshasas, looking at these account books, it is not wrong at all." He looked at the audience again, and his eyes were shining: "This palace is not afraid of being punished by heaven, and no monk can let this palace be punished by heaven, since the Buddha is a god, how can he make a vow and pray to curse people? If not, then how can the Buddha punish the good and promote the evil? The monks can't justify themselves, the palace only sees the monk borrowing the Buddha's life to collect money, but the poor people worship the Buddha and respect the Buddha, but the situation has not changed at all, so, do you still believe in these monks?"

The name of Taizu has been moved out, and the subjects at the feet of the Son of Heaven naturally believe in the government more and less in the Buddha.