Chapter 115 is sent to the benefactor

Wang Luo stirred up South Korea, from the entertainment industry to the business circle and even the political circle, he did have a little bit of revenge, but he also had to control it a little bit, so as not to burn himself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At least recently, Wang Yao is not ready to make a big news, waiting for some results to come out, Lin Yuner found out that Wang Luo secretly pressed her handprint, she lost her temper for the first time, and finally was pressed on the bed by Wang Luo and taught a hard lesson, and the next day she took Quan Yuli and Xu Xian away angrily and flew to Huaxia to film.

Before leaving, I also received a text message, a knife pattern dripping with blood.

Thinking of Lin Yun'er's sulking appearance with her cheeks puffed out, Wang Luo felt cute, but in a blink of an eye, he was left alone, Wang Luo sighed, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a 'friend'.

Bathroom King Luo booked a ticket to Japan.

For Japan, Wang Luo really doesn't like to come, because he almost died twice, both of them were here, but he still has to come to this unlucky place.

Stepping on the bluestone steps with morning dew, Wang Luo pushed open the gate of Miaoxin Temple, it was only six o'clock in the morning, although the sun was big, but it was not warm at all.

Along the main hall came the sound of wooden fish with a strange rhythm, Wang Luo looked at the Miaoxin Temple that seemed to have been renovated.

The huge golden Buddha statue was not angry, and looked at Wang Luo as if he was scrutinizing, Wang Luo did not look up, folded his hands and bowed, and looked at Chang Menzuo, who was knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the morning sutra.

I haven't seen him for a year, and instead of getting older, he has become a little younger.

Wang Luo didn't bother, and quietly waited for Chang Menzuo to finish chanting.

After more than ten minutes, the sound of the wooden fish increased a little, and then gradually regained its calm, Chang Menzuo slowly got up, turned his head to Wang Luo and said to the Buddha, "Why does the donor have the leisure to come to my place to shop?" ”

"Naturally, it's idleness." Wang Luo smiled: "Monk, you are getting younger and younger. ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Chang Menzuo responded with a smile, and did not shirk, leading Wang Luo to the backyard.

Wang Luo couldn't help but squint his eyes when he looked at the courtyard where he had lived carefree and happy with Li Shungui for three days.

Chang Menzuo beckoned Wang Luo to sit down and brought breakfast.

Wang Luo unceremoniously picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.

"The donor did a great good deed in South Korea a few days ago." Tsunesa said with a smile.

Wang Luo shook his head: "Please have peace of mind." ”

"Amitabha, if everyone wants to be as merciful as the donor, then my Buddha will be complete." Tsunemen said.

"If we were all as merciful as I am, there would be few people on Earth." Wang Luo smiled: "The old monk is in this ancient temple in the deep mountains, and he is well-informed about the news. ”

"When the world is afflicted, the Buddha will tell us to pray for blessings." Tsunemen said.

"Do you pray for hidden diseases too?" Wang Luo raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

The donor raised the bar again. Tsunetozo smiled absently.

"Actually, I'm here to inquire if there are any of you Buddhas who don't know about things." Wang Luo chewed on the steamed bun and squinted at Chang Menzuo.

Chang Menzuo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Donor, please make it clear." ”

"There are many Buddhist temples in Korea, but most of them have fallen into disrepair." Wang Luo smiled.

Changmenzuo's expression moved, but he didn't speak.

"But the church has been repaired a lot in recent years." Wang Luo shook his head: "I remember that before the founding of South Korea, there were many Buddhist temples in you. ”

Tsuneto took a bite of green vegetables and savored them.

Wang Luo stopped talking and began to eat breakfast seriously.

After the meal, Chang Menzuo cleaned up the table, and Wang Luo sat on the stool in a daze.

"Does the donor believe in Buddhism?" Chang Menzuo sat opposite Wang Luo and spoke softly.

"I believe in me, because the Buddha is me." Wang Luo grinned.

Chang Menzuo also smiled and stood up, "Donor, please wait." ”

Wang Luo watched Chang Menzuo turn back to his own room, and only came back after a while, with an extra jade luster object in his hand, the object was like a carved Buddha statue, but the facial features and shape were very blurred, but it could be distinguished, it was a Buddha statue, sitting on a lotus platform, and his head was bright.

"What is this?" Wang Luo saw that this was not an ordinary object.

"This is the relics of Master Kukai." Chang Menzuo said reverently.

Wang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, this Kukai Master is famous in Buddhism in the history of China and Dongying, and his fame is second only to that of the Great Master Jianzhen in Huaxia, and he is a figure who has made great contributions to East Asian Buddhism.

Wang Luo doesn't believe in Buddhism, but Cui Shien does, so he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he also knows a lot of Buddhist things.

Master Kukai is a figure of more than 700 years AD, more than 1,000 years ago, and is a real national treasure-level cultural relic.

But Chang Menzuo took it out, Wang Luo still believed it a little, because Chang Menzuo's status in modern Buddhism in Japan can be ranked in the top three, and he used to be the presiding officer of the East Temple, and later returned to the Miao Shin Temple.

There is no new host of the East Temple so far, and it is also because Changmenzuo is still there, and no one dares to be it.

Master Kukai is the founder of the East Temple, and Tsuneto Zuo is still the host of the East Temple, so this thing, even if it is not true, has a certain representative weight.

"The poor monk views the benefactor." Chang Menzuo said the Buddha horn and was about to say to Wang Luo, but was interrupted by Wang Luo.

"Stop, monk, don't criticize, I'm annoying this." Wang Luo shook his head and smiled.

Chang Menzuo shook his head with a smile, and handed the relics in his hand to Wang Luo, "Send it to the donor." ”

"When will it be returned?" Wang Luo narrowed his eyes, and there was no direct result.

Chang Menzuo closed his eyes and chanted, and after a few minutes, "After six days, the donor does not have to come, the poor monk will go and get it himself." ”

Six days later, officially Cui Shirley's grandmother, Bishop Cui invited Wang Luo to attend the blessing ceremony, the intention of which was self-evident.

Wang Luo grinned, his teeth were white, he took the relics and touched them, the texture was indeed strange, "Then thank you master." ”

"Now call me Master." Changmenzuo shook his head helplessly.

"Can I go see him?" Wang Luo put away the relics and said with a smile.

Chang Menzuo was stunned, and folded his hands together, "Of course you can." ”

Wang Luo nodded and strode towards a new house in the corner of the backyard.

This house is newly built, newer than the surrounding ones, push open the door, a strong Buddha fragrance comes to the face, the room has no windows, no lights on, very dark.

Chang Menzuo lit a candle and handed it to Wang Luo.

After Wang Luo took it, he walked inside by the candlelight, and Chang Menzuo closed the door.

The room was divided into inner and outer rooms, quiet as if there was no one, Wang Luo could even hear his own footsteps, and when he entered the inner room, Wang Luo could finally hear a light and long breathing.

Wang Luo put the candlelight on the lampstand, and the room suddenly brightened up a lot, and the dim orange candlelight could illuminate the man wearing a plain monk's robe on the wooden couch.

There are 12 precept scars on the top of the man's head after shaving, which is the largest precept in Buddhism, the bhikshu precept, the 253 precepts, and the real monk who is born to practice.

ps: Thank you for the long reward and monthly pass when I was young~Promotion to the head~ (To be continued.) )