Chapter 152: Zhongyuan Tour Temple (II)

There are a lot of pilgrims who come to Daxingshan Temple to incense, it is not an exaggeration to describe it with rubbing shoulders, after all, there are a few people like Jin Yu who have a sightseeing mentality, so it is not noisy, chanting Buddha's voice, wooden fish ringing jiāo weaving into a piece, making people feel peaceful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Ying obviously came prepared, did not go to the Daxiong Hall to worship the Buddha, and came directly to the side hall to worship the Bodhisattva. There are many people who want to have children, and they have to queue up, and if there is a doctor who treats infertility to cross, they will definitely be able to make a fortune, and they are the kind that are respected as bodhisattvas.

Yang Ying visited herself, Jin Yu stood at the mouth of the monk to see the monk to the pilgrims and believers to explain the words, it is very interesting, what people say is vague, there is nothing explicit, but it can always make people put on themselves, it belongs to the kind of flicker with great wisdom, ordinary people can't do it, and Jin Yu doesn't have the ability to raise it himself.

"The husband should really go in and take a look, our lion bodhisattva's mount is very similar." Yang Ying came out a little beautifully, "The concubine promised a lot of sesame oil money, this time the Bodhisattva should be manifested, right?" ”

"What's the matter with the Bodhisattva? It's better to ask for a husband. Jin Yu couldn't cry or laugh, everything was done by him, can the Bodhisattva make Yang Ying's stomach rise without leaving seeds? That Jin Yu can tear down this temple and the green on his head can't stand it if it's a man.

Yang Ying glanced at Jin Yu, "In the temple, there is no way for the husband to speak." ”

"Haha, it's a pity not to look around, take you on a tour for your husband, maybe you will have to collect a mén ticket if you come in later." can visit this ancient attraction for free, although there is no thorn in the ticket evasion, but Jin Yu is still very happy.

"How can there be a temple that squats at the mouth of the mén to collect money? The husband is a concubine again. Yang Ying obviously didn't believe it, the ancients couldn't imagine the many fees in later generations, and no matter how heavy the taxes in ancient times were, they were nothing more than collecting more grain, and the names they set up were far less than those of later generations. Qin Shi Huang just repaired the Great Wall, Yang Guang just dug a Xiǎo River, and it was overthrown, if these two cattle people were allowed to stay in the future for two years, they would definitely "die of shame", compared with the high-sounding fees charged by others, what is their own tax? Not to mention that the ancients still had blood xing, but unfortunately the people with blood xing have disappeared in the cleaning campaign, and the rest are some docile lambs, just like human improved dog breeds, all those who are not friendly to humans and have a sense of aggression are given a knife, and those who are docile are left, and over time there are dog breeds called human friends.

"Tell a story to the lady for the husband, right?" Jin Yu wandered aimlessly, looking east and west, the building was no different from the outside, and the scenery was not as good as his own

"Don't talk about the monkey." Jin Yu glanced around, there are monks, as long as his husband doesn't say something that makes the monk unhappy.

"Don't talk about monkeys, talk about bodhisattvas." Jin Yu pointed to a statue of a Bodhisattva beside him and said, "It is said that one day there was a person who came to the temple to ask for the Bodhisattva, but it rained heavily, but he didn't bring an umbrella, so he opened his mouth to ask the Bodhisattva: 'Bodhisattva, aren't you Pudu sentient beings?' How about sending me out? The Bodhisattva opened his mouth and replied, 'I am in the rain, and you are under the eaves, and there is no rain under the eaves, you don't need me to live.' After hearing the Bodhisattva's words, the man jumped out under the eaves and said, 'Now that I'm in the rain, it's time for me, right?' The Bodhisattva shook his head and said, 'You are in the rain, and I am in the rain, and I will not be drenched, because there are trees to cover me; You are drenched in the rain because there is no umbrella. So it's not me who saves myself, but the big tree who saves me. If you want to do it, you don't have to look for me, please find your own umbrella. The man heard that he had a point, and when the rain stopped, he left. The next day, when he encountered another problem, he went to the temple again to ask for the Bodhisattva. Who knew that after entering the temple, he found that there was also a person worshipping in front of the statue of Guanyin, and that person looked exactly like Guanyin, not bad at all. So he asked, 'Are you a bodhisattva?' The man replied, 'I am the Bodhisattva.' Then he asked: 'Then why do you worship yourself?' The Bodhisattva smiled and said, 'I've had a hard time, but I know that it's better to ask for others than for yourself.' ’”

Yang Ying listened thoughtfully, and almost ran into a monk sweeping the floor, but fortunately, Jin Yu was quick. The old monk is as thin as firewood, if he touches it for a while, will he lie on the ground and let himself support the elderly?

Yang Ying was pulled by Jin Yu, came back to her senses, and closed a cross apologetically to the old monk, and the old monk also returned a salute with an inferior attitude.

Jin Yu and Yang Ying visited this should be the sculpture area, many Buddhist immortals in the immortal class, Jin Yu stopped, pointed to a statue and asked Yang Ying: "The Bodhisattva is the object of our group of ordinary people, why does the Bodhisattva also hold a string of prayer beads in his hand?" It seems that he is also chanting the Buddha with his palms together, so who is the Bodhisattva holding the prayer beads? ”,

Yang Ying shook her head, this was inconsistent with what she learned from her mother, there was a conflict, and she couldn't turn the corner for a while.

"Amitabha, presumably the donor has already known about Xiong, right?" The old monk next to him stopped sweeping the floor, and asked Jin Yu with his palms.

Jin Yu also clasped his hands and said: "It's better to ask for others than for yourself." Although he doesn't believe in Buddhism, Buddhism does have merit, and when he comes to other people's territory, the necessary etiquette must be observed, which Jin Yu learned from Yang Ying's place.

"It is better to be a bodhisattva than to be a bodhisattva yourself." The old monk was very polite, "The old man sees that the donor has a lot of wisdom, is it good for you to take refuge in my Buddha?" ”

Yang Ying was not happy when she heard this, and she rushed up to deal with the old monks, which was rare. Jin Yu grabbed his own daughter-in-law and said with a smile: "The Buddha said: sè is emptiness, and emptiness is sè." Poor Dao'''No, poor monk, it's not right, xiǎo can still want to be empty for a while, and I will discuss it again in the next life."

"The old man is a man of great wisdom, how about following the old man into the house for a cup of tea?" The old monk's cultivation is very high, and he is not at all annoyed by Jin Yu for making up a story about the Bodhisattva.

"But it's disrespectful, the master invites first" Jin Yu is thirsty, on this hot day, there is no one in the temple who sells herbal tea, and it is not bad to rub a cup of tea with the old monk, so it is exchanged for the sesame oil donated by his daughter-in-law, and it is reasonable to drink it. If only I hadn't sold the mineral water bottle, I could still take a bottle with me, it seems that everything is useful.

The status of the old monk is not low, there is a meditation room dedicated to mén, and after entering mén, there is also xiǎo novice mén serving tea. The tea does not add sugar, salt, and ginger, and the drinking method is the same as that of Jin Yu, although the tea is not the kind produced by Jin Yu, but it can also be seen that this man is a good tea person.

The Zen room is very simple, with a statue of Shakyamuni on the table, and the old monk first puts on three incense sticks before sitting on the futon. After Jin Yu and Yang Ying sat down like an old monk, the old monk spoke, "Old man Huijing, I don't know what the donor is called?" ”

"xiǎo can be Jin Yu, and the master can call xiǎo can be returned to Tang." Jin Yu didn't introduce Yang Ying, and people didn't ask, right? Jin Yu was thirsty, picked up the teacup and went down in one go, the water temperature was not high, it seemed that he was dedicated to quenching his thirst, the old monk would be a man, Jin Yu liked it.

"The Xiǎo story told by Jin Shi is quite Buddhist, who have you heard of it before?" Hui Jing didn't take Jin Yu's cow drink to heart, if he couldn't tolerate this, then his decades of meditation would be in vain, but Yang Ying glanced at Jin Yu, and seemed to blame her husband for being rude.

"xiǎo Coco didn't have that chance, I saw it from the book." Jin Yu said, did you tell Hui Jing that she learned it from a TV program such as the Hundred Lectures? It's not a good lie.

"That Jin donor is really a person of great wisdom, I don't know what to teach my Buddha?" Hui Jing filled Jin Yu with another glass, which was very eye-catching.

"Don't you dare to say that you are instructing, the Buddha is a person with great wisdom'''''' "Jin Yu was in an uproar, what is good to hear, and he praised Shakyamuni as a rare one on the earth, and there is nothing in the sky. To say that this Shakyamuni is indeed talented, not to mention that his own country was destroyed, it is a good hand at making up stories, and this story can also attract many readers, and even have fans who are dedicated to mén to worship and respect it as the supreme classic. This point is very strong, if it is placed in later generations, it is definitely the kind of character like the "platinum god" in the writer's hand, the kind that is worshipped.

"The monks don't talk to each other, and the donors should treat each other with sincerity." What Jin Yu said was all praise for the Buddha, Hui Jing thought that Jin Yu was a little perfunctory, as a fan, he was not good at saying his mistakes, but he was still not satisfied.

"Hey, hey." Jin Yu first bowed to Shakyamuni, don't make his old man angry, "Don't be surprised if there is anything wrong, just take the matter of the master who persuaded Xiǎo to take refuge in Buddha Mén just now." Buddha, persuading people to be good, accumulating virtue and doing good, is a very good thing, but it's better to keep a low profile. There is no shortage of emperors in all dynasties who believe in Buddhism and rejuvenate Buddhism, but how long can they prosper? The monks have land and do not pay for food, and if they accept a large number of disciples like some dynasties, it will only be a burden on the imperial court, which is not a good thing in the long run. To persuade people to believe in Buddhism, it is enough for lay people to offer to Buddha. ”

"What the donor said is that the poor monk has been taught." Hui Jing saluted solemnly. In fact, the monks of all dynasties have a practice of promoting Buddhism and accepting mén disciples.

I don't know if Huijing is really teachable or fake, anyway, I didn't mention the matter of letting Jin Yu become a monk, originally Hui Jing planned to leave Jin Yu and his family to have a fast meal, but how can Jin Yu eat without a rou or a happy person? In addition, this discussion of Zen is really boring, Jin Yu only knows "self-improvement" or something, but he doesn't plan to participate in Zen all the time to cultivate himself, so he is not tired to death? Living at ease is his purpose.

The tea was also drunk, and Jin Yu was no longer thirsty, so he quit the meditation room, and he still had to take Yang Ying to find Yang Jian's handwriting. The stele forest is very large, since the beginning of the construction of the temple, there has been a celebrity official inscription to leave ink or something, plus the Buddhist scriptures created by Sakyamuni, the forest is more than 100 pieces. However, the hard work paid off, and it really allowed Jin Yu to find a piece of Yang Guang's holy decree, but I don't know if it was a handwritten letter. Regardless of whether it's true or not, it's only serious to go back to one copy.