The light of the morning sun came from the place where the mountains and the sky met, and our car was parked on a wasteland, and my cousin was lying on the ground, pale, but fortunately he was still breathing.

When the sun shone on my cousin, I saw a faint golden light, my cousin's pale skin gradually regained its flesh color, and his blue face gradually improved.

"Ah......h

"It's okay, cousin, it's okay."

"What about Sun Tian?"

We got a little snack to eat, and my cousin was resting in the car for a while, he covered his face, it was swollen underneath, and he looked very depressed.

Thinking about what my cousin did with the ghost last night, I patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Qingyuan, it's the first time, it's quite exciting."

I opened my mouth wide and looked at my cousin.

"Grass, cousin, you change your stinky virtue, or sooner or later, you will ......"

"Qingyuan, haven't you heard of it? The peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost. ”

I looked at my cousin and smiled, it should be okay, and we drove onto the highway and headed towards Futenji Temple.

Think about the inn last night, the ghost old woman said that if we meet residents above the 15th floor, we won't be able to get out, and this will make me feel uneasy.

"I never want to go to that place again." I muttered.

At 11 o'clock, we came to the bottom of Futian Temple, a very lively market, at a glance, all shops, pedestrians, my cousin found a place, parked the car.

We were going to go up to the temple, and at a glance, there were countless steps up the mountain, and a huge temple was located on Mt. Amaterasu, and on the stairs, people were like ants, slipping up a little.

"Huh? It's so high. The cousin looked at the staircase, which seemed to have no end in sight, and complained.

After we had eaten something, we began to climb up, and I saw many devout believers, bowing in five steps and kneeling in ten steps.

I carried a big pocket of incense, grabbed the railing in the middle, my cousin was already sweating profusely, fortunately, on weekdays, I went to work to exercise, my body was not bad, I climbed for a while, I didn't feel tired.

After an hour, we can finally see the main entrance of Putian Temple, and the last few steps of stairs, it is almost 1 o'clock, more than 1 hour of grinding, my cousin is still far away from me, I plan to go up first, rest, wait for him.

With the last kick, I took a leap and stepped forward.

"Evil things, dare to make times in the pure land of Buddhism."

A dazzling golden light, accompanied by a stern roar, suddenly felt a star in my eyes, my mind became dizzy, my whole body convulsed constantly, and my stomach suddenly turned over and I vomited.

"Amitabha, donor, are you okay?"

I heard a voice, a hand pressed against my forehead, and strangely, the discomfort disappeared all at once.

I raised my head, it was an old monk, his face was full of red light, full of energy, and his whole body exuded a soft aura, and at the back of his neck, I seemed to see a dazzling circle of light.

"Ah, it's Master Jianyun, he actually came out of the main hall."

The noisy crowd stood on both sides at once, bowing quietly and looking at the old monk.

Jianyun stretched out his hand and pulled me, and I stood up.

"Donor, the old man has been waiting for a long time, when another donor comes up, the donor will go to the Jingting Pavilion to rest first." Jianyun said and shouted.

"Chongzhi, Chonghui, take this benefactor to the Jingting Pavilion to rest."

Then I gave two blue-clothed monks, helped, bypassed the main hall, entered through a small door, after a while, after twisting and turning, I came to a small pavilion, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, there is a small stream next to the pavilion.

"Donor, you can rest for a while." The two of them said kindly, one of them left, and the other, standing outside the pavilion, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate, and I sat on the small stone bench in the pavilion, feeling refreshed, listening to the sound of trickling water, and my heart was quiet at once.

After waiting for a while, the monk who couldn't leave, came over with tea, I said thank you, picked up the tea, took a sip, the taste was bitter, but sweet, the entrance, a warm current, so that my body, all of a sudden, seemed to be alive.

Thinking about the light I saw when I just arrived at the mountain gate, and the voice, when I think of it, I feel majestic.

After a while, my cousin was supported by two Tsing Yi Xiaoheshan, and came over, he seemed to be tired and almost dying, and the old monk Jianyun also followed.

At this time, I had some doubts about the soul coming to the inn, and after the old monk sat down, I asked.

"Donor, that inn is the abode of some lonely souls and wild ghosts, those who don't want to be reincarnated, and don't want to accept Buddhism, but everyone will go to that inn, but fortunately, the donor, you didn't mess with the ghosts of the upper class, it's a great luck in misfortune."

Then after chatting for a while, I really think that the old monk Jianyun is a very respectable elder, he is 70 years old, but he looks no more than 50 or so, he talks elegantly, and his breath is approachable, not like the abbot of this Putian Temple at all.

Then the old monk Jianyun smiled after reading the letter.

"Master Zhang, the junior brother has already written your sin on the letter, today is a good day, and the old man will shave with you later, and become a monk."

My cousin sighed, looked at Jianyun in shock, and I smiled secretly, my cousin looked extremely reluctant, but had to do it.

After resting for a while, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, my cousin was taken to the main hall, the golden and brilliant hall, bursts of incense, the sound of the Buddha is strong, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva are enshrined.

I stood outside the store, and my cousin had already changed into a green coat, his hands folded, and he knelt in front of the hall.

"All kinds of earthly things, there is no way to go, take refuge in my Buddha ......"

After Jianyun read for a long time, he took a razor, dipped it in some water, and sprinkled it on his cousin.

"Master Zhang, your wisdom roots are extremely high, the Buddha is profound, and now the old man has given you the word to worship the word, the Dharma name to worship the voice, and the income is for me to sit down and ...... disciple."

I looked at it in amazement, it seems that Zhou Tian, and this old monk has a good relationship, I didn't expect that as soon as I came in, my cousin didn't have to be a little monk, according to my observation, in this Putian Temple, my cousin's seniority should be relatively high.

This is good, I really hope that my cousin can cultivate Buddha in the temple and resolve all this.

Then we came to Jianyun's meditation room, he told us that we must let my cousin recite every day, the Buddha said the Amitabha Sutra, Jianyun has let people get a man and a woman, two children's wood carvings, tied with red ropes, bells.

Then I asked my cousin to name his two children, the boy was called Zhang Mo, and the girl was called Zhang Dan, I was very happy in my heart, looking at my cousin's bald head, I wanted to laugh.

Then my cousin followed his two senior brothers, and I was left alone in the meditation room by Monk Jianyun.

"Master Zhang, I don't know what your plans are to go?"

I don't know why Jianyun asked me this, but I thought about it.

"Go back and want to get a job." Suddenly, I rang Lan Ruoxi, isn't she the manager of the gas company? I just went to her, went to work with her, and learned something by the way.

"Master Zhang, the old man knows that you have no intention of becoming a Buddha, but if the old man wants you to become a monk, what do you think?"

I looked at Jianyun in surprise, not knowing what he meant.

"Master, monk, a little, that ......"

"Hehe, Master Zhang, Lao Wei doesn't dare to lie, if you are willing to become a monk, the family teacher will personally shave for you and accept you as an apprentice, at that time, you will be Lao Gao's junior brother."

I sighed and looked at Jianyun inexplicably.

"Master, I don't want to become a monk, that, I don't know how old your master is?"

I asked, a little confused.

"Master Mingde, has entered the realm of transformation, hehe, it's better like this, Master Zhang, you are in the temple, rest for a few days, think about it, after all, the thing that pesters the donor is not ordinary, only by taking refuge in Buddhism can it be resolved."

Then I was taken, came to the back mountain, the scenery here is very good, I stopped to watch for a long time, after coming to a two-story building, I was a little surprised, it looks like a quaint and antique building, some years.

Thinking about some of the incense houses I just passed, although they are new, but they are not as good as here, I am a little strange that next to the small building, there is a staircase going up, and there is a small building of the same kind.

After I entered, there was a squeak, and the door was closed, and then, with a click, the door was locked, and I turned around in surprise, and the two monks at the door were far away.

"Maybe it's the rule here."

Look around, how the windows are covered with iron bars, and there are some gold paint words written on them, I look around, there are several bookcases on the first floor, all of which are Buddhist scriptures, and there is a desk, which has collapsed.

I looked around and came to the second floor, looking out of the window, the scenery was very chic, there was only a small bed on it, a mattress on it, and a wooden toilet, and at this time, I saw that there were some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around me.

When the sun was about to set, I saw two monks coming with lunch boxes, and I hurried downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I saw that the lunch box had been stuffed through a small door that could only hold one head, and the two monks left.

"Master, why did you lock the door, what are you doing here?"

I touched the door, and gradually, I seemed to feel that something was wrong, the doors and windows, all made of iron, and after checking up and down for a while, I found that this was an iron building, and it felt like I was in prison.

After eating, I cried out so hard that my voice was hoarse, but no one came, and I was literally imprisoned.

I had no choice but to sleep.

A low cry came, I woke up, it seemed to come from the iron building next to me, the cry was from a woman, it sounded very sad.

"What the hell is going on? I don't want to be a monk, so just lock me up? ”