On the first or fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, there are always some people who are devout to the Buddha who come to the temple to worship in the homes of farmers who are busy farming on weekdays.

Thinking that I can live a better life in this life, and being able to live a little in the next life, people, there is a hope, a thought, and it is also a comfort for the poor people in the aftermath of hard work.

Therefore, today, there is a difference between the liveliness of Jinshan Temple today and the desertion on weekdays.

Mengfan followed his family step by step up the mountain, standing at the mountain gate, and saw the green smoke in the front yard of the temple, and pilgrims came one after another from the mountain road in front and back; Gradually, the number of people increased, but it was not noisy, and each quietly twisted incense and worshiped the Buddha, and the appearance seemed to be infinitely pious.

The sound of the wooden fish is low, and the impact washes the hearts of everyone who comes here to worship the incense.

"Hey, why has Master Jingran been standing in front of the hall today? There are so many monks of all sizes lined up so neatly, all with solemn expressions. ”

Mengfan's third aunt walked beside her mother-in-law, and she was very surprised to see this scene. On weekdays, this Jinshan Temple is located in the middle of nowhere, and it is built in this poor rural area where there are few rich and noble families, so it will not get much incense and money.

These monks, except for the abbot who is older and older, have to take turns to take care of the mountains, forests and fields outside the temple, and they also have to go out to change their fate in order to support themselves and maintain the daily offerings of the temple.

But today, it was as if all the people in the temple had arrived, and they were arranged so neatly in front of the temple.

"Bodhisattva, be less careful and ponder, beware of the Bodhisattva's blame." Granny Li glared at her third daughter-in-law and whispered reproach.

Li Qinshi opened his mouth in surprise, his mouth was croaking on weekdays, but now a word didn't pop out again, and he quickly lowered his eyebrows and followed his mother-in-law to bow down in front of the Bodhisattva, and after withdrawing, he took out the incense candle from the bamboo basket he brought, and went to the bronze tripod in front of the hall to light it, and then sincerely closed his eyes and told the Bodhisattva to the sky.

The main hall is the majestic and solemn hall where the Buddha of Sydney is located; The second hall, is the Buddha in front of the first respected by the people in the world that appearance is peaceful, for thousands of years people can not distinguish whether its mortal body is a man or a woman, but no matter the world men and women are in the heart of the Guanyin Master, the South China Sea Guanyin Bodhisattva, and then go back, there are the Buddhas of the heavens and the people of the world are familiar with one hundred and eight Arhats in front of the Buddha.

Although the monks behind Master Jingran were calm, a trace of hope in their eyes was clearly looming.

A month and a half ago, the pilgrims and daughters who were present and saw the manifestation in front of the Buddha also quietly looked at Granny Li and her party.

In addition to the piety and peace in front of the Buddha, Granny Li's heart also has a quiet longing.

However, everything seems so calm today; It's like nothing is going to happen.

Of course, the phoenix phantom of that day was a special spell cast by one of the two mysterious monks to make that scene appear briefly in front of people, and today, it is all mortal bodies, and naturally it looks as calm and peaceful as August 15 every year.

In addition, the little peacock in the space was depressed and threw the puppies that had just been born into the space pool, and the son of a barked vigorously at the gorgeous peacock flying in the sky; Between immortals and mortals, the incomprehension and depression caused by the inability to communicate are so noisy that Meng Fan wants to rush into the space to settle this matter, so on the outside, she is also very quiet.

"Little Donor......

Master Jingran knelt down all the way to worship the Buddha beside the people, and pronounced a Buddha name to Mengfan who slowly walked out of the apse, she was stunned, woke up, and hurriedly folded her hands and replied to the Buddha number: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

After a Buddha horn, she didn't say a word, smiled indifferently, and gradually cast her eyes on the incense in front of the hall.

The call and command in the heart of the "Peacock ......" made the little peacock who was thinking of rescuing the puppies instantly shake his body in mid-air, and suddenly, the eyes of the who kept barking from the space ground disappeared at once.

The colorful feathers in the front yard of the temple wantonly displayed the unparalleled splendor of the peacock, and the low and crisp chirping seemed to linger in everyone's heart.

With the change of the peacock's flying posture in the air in front of the temple, the various spiritual food vegetables produced in that space appeared in people's sight out of thin air.

Where is fifteen baskets enough today? Master Jingran's eyes widened slightly, looking at the strange scene in front of him, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Rice, wheat, and other baskets were piled up, and turnips, carrots, Chinese cabbage, and small greens, and so on, were piled up on the ground and sprang up.

"The Bodhisattva manifests, the Bodhisattva manifests again, Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" All the monks present shouted the Buddha's name in unison.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Mengfan pursed a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and fell to his knees reverently with his family.

She took out so many things to eat, and Master Jingran would also divide more of the food for their family to take away.

I just thought that I could cook all kinds of food, but I didn't expect that a slightly hoarse young man's voice appeared out of thin air.

"Master, can we stay in Jinshan Temple for a while longer? There is food here, and we still can't eat enough grains and wild vegetables every day in our Taoist temple......"

A neutral voice suddenly scolded: "Lang Yue, you are a foodie, the temple is a vegetarian......"

What does this mean?

After Meng Fan stood up, he calmly followed the prestige......