Shangyuan Festival has arrived.

For the imperial relatives and powerful officials, the day is the busiest time for them, because they have to enter the palace to face the saints, and they have to participate in tedious banquets and gatherings, and for the people, the Shangyuan Festival is actually just one night, from the fifteenth day of the first month to the sixteenth night of the first month, until dawn.

Carnival night is the true meaning of Shangyuan.

However, this year's Shangyuan Festival, they also have a good place to go during the day: White Horse Temple!

Almost every person in Luoyang already knows that on this day, Luoyang White Horse Temple will hold a grand festival, an unprecedented grand event. Therefore, from early in the morning, people rushed to the White Horse Temple, and at this time, Chinese and foreign envoys, imperial relatives, and powerful officials were gathering in the magnificent Vientiane Shrine to celebrate the festival with their empress Bixia.

When Yang Fan arrived at the White Horse Temple, the White Horse Temple had become a sea of people, and the long street that was still far away from the White Horse Temple was already rubbing shoulders and waving his sleeves like clouds. The roads are crowded with small traders and vendors, happily peddling their business, and today's business is really good.

Before he walked to the gate of the White Horse Temple, Yang Fan saw a huge portrait, it was a red portrait of Maitreya, the whole canvas looked twenty zhang high, and the things that Xue Huaiyi made would always be bigger and more majestic than others.

Suddenly, Yang Fan heard a high-pitched voice in the crowd shouting, "Look, look, do you see it?" The portrait of the giant Buddha is said to have been painted by Master Huaiyi by cutting his own knee and painting it with his own blood to show his devotion to the Buddha. ”

When Yang Fan heard this, he immediately turned his head to look at him, and scolded in his heart: "It's just a fart!" It's like releasing the blood of a cow, and it is impossible to draw such a large portrait, who is spreading rumors? ”

"It's a fart!"

Yang Fan just thought about it, and someone in the crowd had already retorted loudly, laughing loudly at the person who spoke.

The person who spoke just now blushed and defended with a thick neck: "It's true, this is not what I said, it was said by the monks of the White Horse Temple, I don't believe you go to the door to take a look, they are preaching the Fa!" ”

"Did someone from the White Horse Temple say that? That was what Master Xue ordered. If it was instructed by Master Xue....... So rich in imagination. It's really like Master Xue's style! ”

Yang Fan thought, no longer glaring at the liar.

The more you get to the front of the White Horse Temple, the more crowded the crowd becomes, men and women, old and young, and thieves are swimming around in the crowd like fish, up and down their hands, happily harvesting.

The "squeezing fairy" pranksters followed the big girl and the little daughter-in-law. Some people pointed fingers and told people to look at this and that, rubbing women's arms and breasts with the swing of their arms, and some people raised their belly high, and tried to rub people's buttocks with their lower bodies.

The little ones are held in the arms of their parents, and the older ones are held in their hands. Impatiently jumping to his feet, trying to get a better look at the huge Buddha statue over the head, the traffickers followed suit, hoping that the parents of the family would be careless and would leave the children aside.

Beggar Suo'er picked and looked at the generous and kind-looking people in front of him to beg for money, and the sympathetic look in Yang Fan's eyes from time to time made them feel that this was a very ideal guest, but it was a pity that they would never want to get close to Yang Fan for half a step. Because there were seven or eight big men in various colors around Yang Fan. Squeezed anyone who tried to get close to Yang Fan outside.

Along the gable of Hakuba-ji Temple, there are many illuminations inside and out. Between the lamps and lanterns pull the colored rope, the colored rope hangs a lot of anagrams, guess the correct answer will go to the monk to receive the prize, maybe when, the crowd will flash a handful of golden copper coins, raindrops......

This is a trick made by Xue Huaiyi to imitate Wu Zetian, if it weren't for this, how could the Great Dharma of the White Horse Temple gather as many people as possible. The copper coin landed, regardless of the men and women bent down to pick it up, this is the happiest time for the hooligans who "squeezed the fairy", touched the round and big buttocks, and then bent down quickly to pick up the money, without delay.

There is also the splashy skin that escaped slowly and was grabbed by the strong lady, and the slap slapped on the face like raindrops, and the one touched down, only to feel soft, very elastic, and feel good, and the endless aftertaste of the splashy skin suddenly saw the pretty woman in his mind turn around, and a pockmarked face scared him screamed.

Yang Fan was crowded in the crowd, and he couldn't be as fast as he wanted, so he had to walk forward with the flow of people, looking at the lively crowd with amusement all the way.

Finally crowded to the gate of the White Horse Temple, and there was a great monk on the left and right of the gate of the White Horse Temple preaching and preaching.

In those days, it was common for monks to take advantage of some grand festivals to preach Buddhist scriptures loudly in public as if they were running around to develop believers, and they were not talking about boring theories and esoteric scriptures that were difficult to understand, but some vivid and interesting Buddhist stories.

The great monk on the left side of the mountain gate is the real abbot of the White Horse Temple, the closed disciple of the master of the three mountains, the monk Hongyuan monk, this monk is burly and has a loud voice, in this noisy environment, if you want people to hear him clearly, it is absolutely impossible for the voice not to be loud. Compared to him, Hongliu, the proud disciple of Master Huaiyi standing on the right side of the mountain gate, is much inferior.

Hongliu was completely hoarse because of the comparison with Hongyuan, and he repeated hoarsely the legendary story of Master Huaiyi piercing his knee and painting the Buddha statue with blood, and his hoarse voice was completely suppressed by the noisy voices of tourists, but there were far more "believers" around him than Hongyuan monks.

Because the "believers" have found that the frequency of throwing copper coins here is the highest.

"Hongqi, Hongqi, you hold it for a while, I can't do it......"

Yang Fan saw Hongliu's busy appearance, and wanted to walk directly into the mountain gate and not disturb the sixth senior brother's business of promoting Buddhism, but he only stood for a moment, Hongliu saw him, Hongliu was like eating too much salt, and called his junior brother to the stage in a hoarse voice that no one was moving, so he jumped down and squeezed through the crowd and walked over to Yang Fan.

"Seventeen...... Ahem...... Brother, you're here! ”

"Sixth Senior Brother!"

Yang Fan waved his hand to stop his subordinates' attempts to block the action, and took the initiative to greet him: "Haha, it's so lively here!" ”

"That's it! Master held a big Dharma meeting today, and the entire Luoyang City was a sensation. When the emperor comes, there will be a thousand monks...... cough cough cough ......"

Hongroku's voice was like a broken old string, trembling so that it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

"Sixth Senior Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Hongliu waved his hand and rushed to the roadside stall to pick up two frozen pears.

"Master, you didn't give money!"

"Give a piece of! The copper coins that were scattered all over the sky just now fell on your board, and they all cheapened you, and I could see it clearly on the stage! Also ask for money. Drop the money in the eyes of you! ”

Hongroku used the voice of a eunuch who was more eunuch than a eunuch. Only then did he make this righteous and stern rebuke clear. He returned to Yang Fan's side, handed Yang Fan a clam of the frozen pear, clicked and bit a frozen pear, and chewed the frozen pear flesh with ice ballast a few bites, and then said, "My throat is almost speechless." ”

Yang Fan also took a bite of the frozen pear, letting the cold and sweet juice sink into his throat, and said with a smile: "Why don't you let the senior brothers do it for you." ”

Hongroku shook his head: "Everyone is busy. I really can't spare people, the seventh junior brother just sent the lady and the child away, and just came back, so I arrested the strong man. ”

"Lady and Child ......"

Yang Fan was suffocated, and said, "Master, where is he busy?" ”

Hongliu said: "Master went to the palace early in the morning. Waiting to accompany Emperor Bixia to the Great Festival. ”

While speaking, passing through the originally spacious front hall, I saw that there were four high platforms in the courtyard, one was singing a big opera, one was telling stories, one was performing dances, and one was in Master Ganxue's old business: "The chest is broken with a big stone, and the golden gun is not an aphrodisiac!" ”

For this kind of eclectic puja. Yang Fan was sweating a lot. But it looks good, and there are a lot of people in front of each stage. It's a pleasure to watch.

Hongliu caught a glimpse of Yang Fan's strange expression, couldn't help but hahadaxiao, laughed twice and began to cough again: "Ahem, ordinary people like to be lively." Why don't we go to the Garan Temple, where the Hanoi Shenni, who is reincarnated by the pure light, is counting the past and present lives for people, and each hexagram is at least 100 times, so there are not many people there, and it is extremely quiet. ”

When Hongliu said this, he also winked at Yang Fan, lowered his voice and smiled: "Most of the people who go to fortune telling are women, and there are many beauties among them." ”

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "Forget it, let's go to the apse, Senior Brother Yi is here, right?" You're busy, I'll talk to him. ”

Hongliu said: "Yiyun is also busy with Hongfa, look, he is there." ”

Yang Fan looked at it, and sure enough, he saw a platform set up in front of a large hall, and a turbid monk sat on the desk, talking endlessly like a storyteller, not to mention, there were really a lot of people in front of him, Yang Fan was curious, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he gestured to Hongliu, and the two of them didn't say anything, and quietly came over.

The two of them got closer and listened, a turbid monk is also telling stories, preaching the idea of karma, this idea is a Buddhist idea, but he not only talks about the six reincarnations, but also concretizes, what five ghost emperors, the king of the earth Bodhisattva, the ten halls of Yama, the bull head and horse face, the characters in Buddhism and Taoism are mixed together by him, and the head of the talk is the Tao.

Yang Fan read a lot of books when he was a child, and he knew a little about the affairs of Buddhism and Taoism, but it was the first time he heard that someone had fused the characters in Buddhist legends with the characters in Taoist legends, and actually made them colleagues.

Yang Fan shook his head and said teasingly to Hongliu: "Forget it, Senior Brother Yi Xun is busy arranging the seats of the Emperor of the Northern Yin Xudu and the King of the Earth, so don't call him, let's go to the backyard to be quiet for a while." ”

The illiterate Hongliu said with concern: "Okay, then let him be busy first, and the senior brother will accompany you to have two drinks." Why hasn't the Jade Emperor decided who will be the boss of the Emperor Xudu or the Jizo Bodhisattva? Discuss it with the Buddha, it's all your own family, don't fight. ”

Yang Fan sweated again.

P: I had a cold and ran in my stomach, I fell asleep until nine o'clock, my mobile phone rang suddenly, I picked it up in a daze and listened to it, and my book friend shouted: "Why haven't you updated it yet?" ”

A look at the time, this is sober, hurriedly put last night's code haode semi-finished product inspection and modification sent up, even to take some medicine, eat some food, and then continue to code words, Huang Shiren, it's really not possible, take me to pay off the debt, the monthly pass red head rope, please tie ^_^ it to me (to be continued......