The two quickly finished eating, and Liu Datong seized the time to arrange for people to investigate.

Ning Zhiheng rushed to the famous Fahua Temple in Nanjing.

Fahua Temple was built in the south of the city, and it is said that it was built when the Ming Dynasty opened the country, and it has a history of more than 500 years.

The temple used to have a large building area, but after the wind and rain, the area has now shrunk a lot.

The layout sits in the north and faces south, the palace imitates the architectural form of the Song Dynasty, and the courtyard enters three times, and the layout is rigorous. The cornices are towering, and the tall walls are a little ruined, but the original yellow and pink color can still be seen. The bearing of the past is extraordinary.

When Ning Zhiheng came, there were not many pilgrims in the temple, and a few people came in and out, which seemed to be incense.

Walking in, there is a copper tripod in the middle of the front yard, which is filled with burning incense ash, and there are several burning Buddha incense sticks on it, and the cigarette smoke is swirling.

There is a gold-lettered plaque of "Fahua Temple" hanging on the middle door, which is plump and vigorous. The east and west side doors have "Prajna" and "Liberation" respectively.

The main hall enshrines the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni, smiling peacefully, with both ears hanging down the shoulders, wearing a robe, which looks solemn in kindness, and vividly expresses the demeanor of Sakyamuni when he attained enlightenment.

In the hall, there is an old monk in cloth clothes who knocks on the wooden fish next to the Buddha statue and recites the sutra softly. There are also two middle-aged monks who welcome guests and release the sign, and they are talking with a few pilgrims.

Ning Zhiheng stepped forward and took three sticks of sandalwood, lit them and inserted them into the incense jar. Kneeling on the futon, clasping his hands together, and reciting the Lotus Sutra in his mouth, he was truly pious.

This was the first time he had close contact with Buddhism since he came to this world, and he felt a sense of intimacy, and his mind was suddenly clear and peaceful when he chanted the scriptures.

That familiar feeling made him feel as if he was under the Bodhi tree in the space of consciousness for a while.

At this time, the old monk who closed his eyes and chanted the sutra opened his eyes and looked at Ning Zhiheng, who had entered a state of sitting and forgetting in front of the Buddha. There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

This young pilgrim gave him a wonderful feeling, as if he had been practicing together for many years, familiar and kind! But the old monk did not say a word, and closed his eyes again.

After a while, after Ning Zhiheng silently recited a scripture, he withdrew from the state of sitting and forgetting, respectfully performed three buckle salutes, stood up, and stepped forward to send the prepared few banknotes into the merit box.

A monk next to him swept his eyes, and his heart beat unconsciously. Each is a large denomination of ten fiat dollars. This time, the incense of the first half of the month was topped.

Now the people's livelihood is difficult, and the incense in the temple is not flourishing. Most of the pilgrims who come on weekdays are incense with a few or dozens of copper dollars, and at most a few silver dollars.

At the end of the day, the monks of the whole temple are just barely surviving, otherwise the temple will not even be able to come up with the money to repair the temple wall.

The incense in the merit box is completely voluntary, how much is left to the heart, others do not know, it is all determined by the piety of the pilgrims.

Now seeing Ning Zhiheng's generous move, he suddenly felt happy in his heart. He stepped forward a few steps forward and folded his hands to salute: "Amitabha, the donor Buddha is sincere, the Buddha will definitely bless more, eliminate disasters and difficulties, auspicious and safe!" ”

Ning Zhiheng also returned the salute and said, "Thank you for your good words!" ”

"Is the donor going to petition or ask for a signature?" The monk then asked.

This is a big customer, you can't let it go easily, and if you receive it, the temple will be able to make a lot of money.

"I'm here to make a vow, and I just want to invite some ritual artifacts back to worship, I don't know if the temple is convenient?" Ning Zhiheng replied.

His purpose is to find Buddhist artifacts that can help the Bodhi tree grow, but he is not sure what kind of utensils he needs.

"Convenient, convenient! The temple of the light of the magic instrument is the most effective, many dignitaries have come to our ** Zen temple to seek the magic weapon! Donor, you've come to the right place! When the monk heard this, his eyes lit up.

It's really a matter of heaven, and all wishes come true. Without waiting for his own sales, the donor took the initiative to ask for a magic weapon.

He glanced at the old monk who was chanting next to the Buddha statue with his eyes closed, and when he saw that the master did not respond, he asked Ning Zhiheng to go to the apse of the temple, and then beckoned the junior brother behind him to go and get the ritual utensils that he had prepared on weekdays.

Usually the temple will prepare some Buddhist utensils, such as small Buddha statues, prayer beads, wooden fish, vajra bells, vajra pestles, conches and so on. Pilgrims who believe in Buddhism are invited back to worship at home, of course, they also have to pay a certain amount of incense money, which is also one of the important incomes of the temple.

The apse is usually a place where the monks rest, and it is quiet and uninhabited. Ask Ning Zhiheng to rest on the futon for a while, and there are many Buddhist magic weapons in front of him.

They are all commonly used to worship the Buddha on weekdays. He reached out and picked up a small Buddha statue, which was a bronze Medicine Buddha statue, which was quite well-made and heavy to hold.

"This is the statue of the Medicine Buddha, also called drinking light, pulling out the suffering of all beings, curing the diseases of all living beings, please go home to worship, it will definitely remove all diseases, eliminate disasters and prolong life." The monk saw Ning Zhiheng pick up this Buddha statue and look at it carefully, and hurriedly sold it.

This Buddha statue is specially invited to Nanjing good craftsman coppersmith to build, full of copper material, fine workmanship. Compared with the temples of tourist attractions in later generations, they have a lot of conscience.

Ning Zhiheng didn't answer, holding the Buddha statue in the palm of his hand and feeling it carefully. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.

He ignored the surprised gazes of others and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to recuperate. Introvert your mind and enter the space of consciousness.

Still under the Bodhi tree, the sound of Buddhist scriptures still came, and he carefully observed the branches and green leaves on the Bodhi tree. There was still no movement, as usual.

He was slightly disappointed in his heart and withdrew from the space of consciousness. Putting down the statue of Medicine Buddha seems to have no effect.

Then he picked up a wooden fish, and as he did just now, he closed his eyes and entered the consciousness space, carefully pondered the senses, and then opened his eyes in disappointment, put the wooden fish down, and then picked up another one.

The monk looked at Ning Zhiheng and chose the ones in front of him one by one, but he still didn't choose one. I murmured to myself that this young man was a little eccentric, and every one of them was a good object, but none of them were satisfied.

Ning Zhiheng felt that his thinking was a little unreliable, and it seemed that these so-called Buddhist magic weapons were not working.

But he is still very patient, there are many Buddhist utensils, and it can be seen that although the workmanship in front of him is good, the production time is not long, that is to say, they have no appearance.

"Master Zhike, I don't know if there are any better magic weapons in the temple, if there is a better one that is older, I will definitely have a heart to worship incense!" Ning Zhiheng said.

"The donor is an antiquity that needs to be old?" The Zhike monk had a quick brain, and he could see that Ning Zhiheng had another purpose, and he might even be a so-called cultural relics dealer or something.

But antiques are not worth a long time. There are many objects in this Fahua Temple, but they are not valuable, otherwise they would have been exchanged for money a long time ago, are these monks really uneducated!

The so-called antiques of prosperous times, gold of troubled times! Now the antiques and cultural relics are really worthless, that is, a small number of rich people are engaged in collection, but also to collect some old treasures, and do not look down on those objects of little value, because there is no collection value, too much!

Ning Zhiheng saw the meaning of the monk's words, but he didn't care about his opinion. To a certain extent, the monk is not wrong. He really wanted to find a valuable magic weapon, but the standard of this value was different.

On the other hand, the monk was no threat to him. On the contrary, as long as he really finds a Dharma weapon that is helpful for the growth of the Bodhi tree, whether the monk wants it or not, he has the means to get it.

This world is like this, it's just a matter of taking advantage of it, but Ning Zhiheng feels that he should try not to use these methods.

"There are a few old magic weapons in this temple, please take a look at the donor!"

After a while, the Zhike monk, who had already positioned Ning Zhiheng as a dealer in cultural relics, took out two more magic weapons. One is a dark iron bowl, and the other is a wooden fish in the shape of a dragon's head fish.

Ning Zhiheng took it over to check, and in his previous life, he also had a lot of research on antiques, and his eyesight was not bad. These two artifacts are indeed some years old.

The iron bowl should be from the Ming Dynasty, and it is quite old, but it is not worth anything at all. If it's made of gold or silver, it's better.

The wooden fish with the body of the dragon's head should be from the Qing Dynasty, because this type of wooden fish was very popular in that period. But because of the popularity, there are more surviving, and it is not worth much.

However, Ning Zhiheng is not a real dealer of cultural relics, what he values is whether it can help the growth of the Bodhi tree.

It's a pity that the linden tree in my mind is still unresponsive, and it seems that the old object has no effect.

Ning Zhiheng was indeed a little disappointed, but he still didn't give up. He felt that he would not have a problem judging the direction. I just didn't find the right thing.

He got up and said to the monk who knew the guest: "It seems that I have no fate to invite a suitable magic weapon. ”

The monk was also a little disappointed, he did receive a cultural relics dealer before, but as now, he didn't like anything here.

Fahua Temple has indeed been dilapidated for a long time, and the valuable treasures in the temple have been lost in many years of wind and rain. That's all that's left now.

It seems that there is nothing to gain today, he is still smiling, bowing his head and folding: "Don't worry, don't worry, Buddhism pays attention to chance, everything is fate!" ”

Ning Zhiheng continued: "Can I pay my respects in the temple? After all, the history of Fahua Temple for hundreds of years, I have always admired it very much! ”

He still wants to see if he has made any mistakes, and to see if things will turn around.

"Of course you can, the donor is free!" The monk replied.

The monastery was originally a place for pilgrims and believers to pay homage, otherwise without their almsgiving, where would the food and clothing of these monks come from, and how could they keep guests away, especially a big patron like Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng gave a slight salute and turned around and walked out of the apse, he felt that the main hall in front of him had a better chance.

When several acquaintance monks saw Ning Zhiheng go out, they were also disappointed to pack up their utensils and go their own way.

When Ning Zhiheng came to the main hall, the old monk with a disfigured face still knocked on the wooden fish motionlessly, closing his eyes and chanting. In front of the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, two more believers are kneeling and praying.

The main hall is large, and the walls and beams are still carved with beautiful patterns, but they are already a little blurred.

Ning Zhiheng observed everywhere, touching it lightly with his hands everywhere he went, and sensing it with his heart. Not even the Buddha statue was spared. But there was still no gain. In the end, I had to give up.

He went out of the main hall, and there were two side halls in the courtyard, which were dedicated to Medicine Buddha and Maitreya Buddha.

The incense of Fahua Temple is not abundant, and no one comes to the side hall, and there is no one to come.

He also looked around, and when he came to the statue of Medicine Buddha, there was an incense burner and a wooden fish on the altar board, and a rosary bracelet with a layer of dust on it.

It seems that there is no incense in this side hall, and the monks are too lazy to clean it.

Ning Zhiheng also sensed the incense burner and the wooden fish, but there was still no response, but he touched the ashes on his hands.

Just as he held the rosary bracelet in his hand, he was shaken, and the long-awaited strong feeling appeared.

As usual, there was no warning at all. Just as his fingers touched the rosary bracelet, his mind was unconsciously pulled into the space of consciousness.

What was different from usual was that the light in the space was abundant, and the Puti tree shook slightly, driving the six leaves to sway violently. The feeling for him is like the joy of a long-hungry baby getting a nourishing **!

The sound of chanting from the Bodhi tree also became louder and louder, and the entire spiritual platform space of consciousness became cheerful.

Great, that's how it feels! He was right in his thinking, and the performance of the Bodhi tree fully validated this.

Ning Zhiheng immediately withdrew from the consciousness space, he wanted to see what was different about this rosary bracelet and why it could make the Bodhi Tree behave like this.

Looking at the rosary bracelet in his hand, it is the kind that a very ordinary monk holds in his hand when chanting.

Ten rosaries made of ordinary hardwood were dull in color, and even a few of them had a crack. It can be seen that no one has maintained it at all.

Ning Zhiheng was sure that this was not some precious wood.

In his previous life, he knew that the best rosary bracelet was made of agarwood, followed by huanghuali, and then small-leaved red sandalwood, but this was neither. At most, it is made of fragrant wood. In this period is very ordinary.

The only difference is that at the end of the joint that connects the rosary, there is a small section of a dull yellow hoop that is used to decorate it. This hoop is only three centimeters long, and it is not clear that it is made of that material, but it should be the phalanges of some kind of animal.

Anyway, this thing is right. As for the reason, he will go back and feel it carefully, and he will eventually find out the secret.