"Young Master, Miss, Kiyomizu Temple has arrived. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The carriage slowly stopped under the mountain gate of Kiyomizu Temple, and the coachman turned his head to Xu Meng in the carriage.

"Arrived? Third brother, be careful. ”

Liu Ruoxi showed his head first, turned his head to look around, jumped out of the carriage, and then helped Xu Meng down.

Xu Meng turned his head and looked around.

The foot is the bluestone slab paved floor, the faint bluestone slab faintly has a few fine cracks, seems to be expounding a long history, not far away, a three-zhang high gatehouse, majestic and solemn, there is a stone plaque on the gatehouse, engraved with three quaint big characters, Kiyomizu Temple.

Behind the gatehouse, a bluestone-paved staircase leads up to the temple halfway up the mountain.

This gatehouse has a bit of a doorway.

Xu Meng raised his head and looked at the gatehouse, the big characters on it were elegant and free, the handwriting was like a hook, and the pen style was continuous, as if it was a wave, and after a careful understanding, there was a kind of calming effect.

It should have been blessed by the Dharma.

Just towards this gatehouse, there are masters in this Shimizu Temple.

"Let's go, let's go up!"

Liu Ruoxi said with full vitality that she was locked up at home for half a month, almost suffocating to death, and what made her even more awkward was that her mother had been forcing her to become a girl.

Now as soon as I leave the house, I suddenly feel that the world is much more open.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Xu Meng nodded, coughed for a while, made the two of them worry for a while, and hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back.

"You just wait here, we'll come down in a moment."

Qing'er told the coachman a few words, and hurriedly helped Xu Meng, looking at the temple halfway up the mountain, she regretted it for a while, she knew that she shouldn't have promised the young master, such a high step, and the young master's body didn't know if it could bear it.

The three of them walked up the stairs towards the temple halfway up the mountain.

There are a lot of people on the stairs, most of them are some female dependents, and there are some old women with white hair, all of whom come here to pray for the blessing of their families or sweethearts.

.......

After half an hour, Xu Meng and the three came to the Qingshui Temple halfway up the mountain.

Kiyomizu Temple is not big, but there are a lot of pilgrims, and there are many chariots and horses rushing to the temple at the foot of the mountain, which is quite a crowd of people.

In the magnificent and solemn hall, there were bursts of chanting and chanting, the sound was like a murmur, but it seemed to have a kind of magical power, lingering in the ears, lingering, smelling it made people feel relaxed, making people feel quiet in their hearts.

As if he was angry and anxious again, as soon as he heard the sound of this chanting, his mind naturally calmed down.

In Xu Meng's eyes, the sky above the temple gathered golden light, forming a layer of clouds like auspicious clouds, which contained the power of Zhongzheng Haoran, shrouded in the sky over the entire Qingshui Temple.

"Third brother, I'll go over there and take a look, and by the way, I'll ask you for a marriage sign."

Liu Ruoxi smiled and ran to the crowd on the side, and a few dodges were gone.

"Miss!"

Qing'er shouted anxiously, but she could only look at the crowd helplessly, Liu Ruoxi had long since disappeared.

"Young master, you shouldn't take the young lady out, what if something happens?"

"Let her go."

Xu Meng shook her head helplessly, but still attached a wisp of divine consciousness to Liu Ruoxi's body, so as not to cause her an accident.

Seeing this, Qing'er sighed helplessly, and silently prayed in her heart that the fourth lady would not have an accident.

Xu Meng and the two came to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and a monk wearing plain monk's clothes greeted him, this monk had an ordinary face, medium figure, and was about thirty years old, but he had a peaceful temperament on his body, which seemed a little extraordinary.

Is this Buddha Power?

Xu Meng looked at the monk in front of him, his eyes flashing slightly.

The monk came to the two of them, owed a bow, and gave a salute, "The two donors are here to make incense?" ”

"Master, there is such an old monk in your temple? He had an old face and was wearing a white monk's robe......"

Qing'er forgot the purpose of her young master's visit, and described the appearance of the old monk to the other party.

The monk pondered for a while, as if reminiscing, and shook his head after half a sound, "Amitabha, there is no monk in this temple who is looking for a donor. ”

"Thank you, Master."

"Donors don't have to be polite."

Qing'er watched the monk leave, turned to Xu Meng, and said, "Young Master, it seems that the monk you are looking for is not here." ”

"Yes."

Xu Meng nodded, he was here to try his luck.

"Young master, since you're here, let's worship the Buddha." Qing'er said.

The two walked into the hall, and there was a big Buddha in it, which was about three feet high.

The Buddha is solemn, sitting on a huge lotus platform, his eyes slightly closed, his left hand raised in the shape of a twisted flower, his right hand in front of his abdomen, his face full of compassion.

Although this Buddha is tall, it is not rough at all, extremely detailed, even every wrinkle on the clothes, the expression on the face is made vivid, as if there is really such a Buddha looking at the world with compassion.

On either side of the hall was a row of monks, sitting cross-legged, tapping on the wooden fish with their eyes closed, and a burst of chanting muttered from their mouths.

Many voices converge, adding a bit of majesty to the main hall, making people feel a little awe of the Buddha statue on the main hall.

In addition to these monks chanting sutras in the main hall, there are many pilgrims, either offering incense or kneeling on the futon, as if they are making a wish to the big Buddha in front of them.

Xu Meng saw subtle rays of light fly out of their heads, pouring into the Buddha statues.

Is this the power of incense, the power of faith?

Xu Meng's eyes flashed slightly, revealing a little thought.

Suddenly, a voice came, interrupting Xu Meng's thoughts.

When she came back to her senses, she found that Qing'er was already kneeling on the futon, making a sincere wish.

"Believer Qing'er, I ask the Buddha of great mercy to bless my young master, and I hope he can recover soon."

Xu Meng shook his head, raised his head slightly, and looked directly into the eyes of the Buddha statue.

"Donor, it's disrespectful to look directly at the Buddha."

An old voice came from behind, with a hint of admonition in it.

Hearing this, Xu Meng did not withdraw his gaze, still looking at the Buddha statue quietly, but said lightly, "Isn't the Buddha the most tolerant and forgiving?" If he can't tolerate even my direct gaze, then isn't his talk of equality of all beings just an illusion? ”

"The Buddha is naturally compassionate and tolerant to the world, so we need to maintain respect."

The voice behind him continued, with a little surprise in his voice, and then said, "I don't think the donor is here to worship the Buddha." ”

"Why?"

Xu Meng still looked at the Buddha and said lightly.

"Donor, look at this hall, there are monks and pilgrims, but everyone is kneeling down to worship the Buddha, all with a pious heart, and they are all concentrating on the Buddha, but I see you, donor, no."

The voice behind continued.

"I don't believe in Buddhism, why do I kneel?"

Xu Meng pretended to look at the various groups of people in the hall who were worshipping reverently, shook his head and said.

"The Buddha is merciful and helps the world, why doesn't the donor believe it?"

Xu Meng glanced at the people in the hall again, and blinked slightly, "They have a request for the Buddha, so they bow down, I have nothing to ask for the Buddha, why do I need to believe and kneel." ”

"Everyone in the world has something to ask for, so the Buddha made a great wish to save the world so that everyone in the world will have no troubles, and if the donor has nothing to ask for, why did he come here?"

"Everyone in the world does have something to ask for, and I have it, but the Buddha can't answer what I ask, and I think that it is better to ask for Buddha than to ask for myself."

"As for coming here, naturally I am looking for a master."

Xu Meng turned around and looked behind him, an old monk wearing a white monk's robe was looking at Xu Meng lightly.

"Last time, the master didn't leave a Dharma name, I wonder if I can ask for advice?"

Xu Meng coughed again, his eyes quietly staring at the old monk, who was the same old monk he saw last time.

The old monk owed slightly, and bowed,

"In Xia Fahai, I have seen the donor."