Interesting!

Chen Hao's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

This old man is obviously not a living person, but he is not a ghost either, just like Zhang Quan.

And now, Chen Hao finally discovered that this kind of existence is actually not afraid of the sun and can walk freely during the day! What is the reason for this? What is the difference between them and ghosts?

Questioning with suspicion in his heart, Chen Hao decided to go over and say hello.

As soon as Chen Hao approached the door of the temple, the gray-robed old man immediately noticed it, as if he was frightened, and hurriedly threw the scripture book in his hand on the ground, standing in place, motionless.

Chen Hao looked at the black lines on his head.

Alas, I'll go, what kind of routine is this? What does it mean when you lose a book? Do I look scary?

Chen Hao pursed his lips and walked directly to the gray-robed old man's side, looking up and down.

He looked seventy or eighty years old, thin and frail, taller than him, with rough skin, gray eyebrows, and very bright eyes, not cloudy at all.

Chen Hao's look made the gray-robed old man a little uncomfortable, and he hurriedly moved a few steps away.

However, seeing Chen Hao's eyes turned again, the gray-robed old man was dumbfounded, and couldn't help asking, "Can you see me?" ”

Chen Hao was stunned and asked with interest, "What?" Uncle thinks others can't see you? ”

The gray-robed old man's eyes widened: "Can you really see it?" No, the presiding officer of Junshan Temple said that ordinary mortals can't see the Buddha spirit. ”

"Buddha Spirit? Is this the current state of the uncle? Well, there is really the breath of Buddhism, but what does the Buddha spirit mean? Chen Hao asked curiously.

The gray-robed old man shook his head: "I don't know, I became like this after I died, and then I was arranged here by the master of Junshan Temple, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha every day, at the beginning, I felt that I was still very weak, but after reciting Buddhist scriptures for more than ten years, I can come out during the day." ”

Chen Hao was stunned!

This is the Buddha Spirit? What is the incarnation of a person who recites the Buddha after death?

It doesn't make sense, dead is dead, that's a ghost, what's the situation with the Buddha spirit?

What's the matter, when Buddhism came to China to preach, all sides began to infiltrate, and even the business of the underworld had to be robbed?

This can be done, in my brother's eyes, there are only two kinds of people, the dead and the living.

Since it's not alive, it's dead, it's a ghost, that's what I'm going to do, there's nothing wrong with it.

Chen Hao's eyes flickered, and he immediately said: "Uncle, I don't know what the master of Junshan Temple said to you, but people die like lights go out, and they are ghosts after death, you may have enough understanding of Buddhist scriptures, so you can be sheltered after death, but this is not good, the reincarnation of heaven, there is life and death, since the uncle's life is over, he should be reincarnated, such an unclear existence, this has an impact on the world, and it is not good for you." ”

The gray-robed old man looked dazed: "Is that so?" The host said, I have a Buddha heart, and after I die, I will be protected by my Buddha, insist on chanting, and I can enter the Buddha country in the future. ”

Chen Hao immediately retorted: "Nonsense, what Buddha country? Have you seen it, uncle? You are not a living person now, you should know what the world is like after death, have you ever seen a real god, Buddha? Bodhisattva or something. ”

The gray-robed old man shook his head.

"That is to say, the monk is fooling you, let you help them chant here, well, speaking of this, I think of a legend in Junshan Temple, it is said that every year on August 6th, the stone wall Buddha of Junshan Temple will come to chant the sound, that sound has boundless Buddha power, can make people addicted to it, can not extricate themselves. I said, uncle, you can't make that chanting sound, right? Chen Haohu asked suspiciously.

The gray-robed old man said embarrassedly: "It's me, the host said, the world is impetuous, the seven emotions are complicated, and the Buddhist scriptures are like a boat in the sea of bitterness, which can save the world, so let me chant under the Futu Pagoda on August 6 every year to accumulate good fruits." ”

Chen Hao was speechless.

No wonder Junshan Temple has been so popular over the years, it turns out that everything is operated behind the scenes. The host of Junshan Temple is really a business material, and he actually hit the ghost with all his ideas, genius!

Chen Hao immediately spoke: "Uncle, I have no comment on Buddhism, any sect can be inherited, it can show that there is great power and true Buddha in this sect." But Junshan Temple, I can't see it, you have a Buddha heart, and your soul carries Buddha nature after death, this is your blessing, after reincarnation, there will be blessings. But the host of Junshan Temple used you to help Junshan Temple promote the Dharma, do you think such a monk is really a master? ”

The gray-robed old man's face changed slightly.

He believed in Buddhism, but he was not a fool.

Over the years, watching Junshan Temple become more and more prosperous, he is also happy, but he always feels that something is wrong.

At this moment, Chen Hao pierced the window paper, and the gray-robed old man suddenly realized that he understood the problem.

"Then I won't chant anymore." The gray-robed old man sighed, his eyes a little gloomy.

Chen Hao said: "Don't chant the scriptures, just treat the symptoms." Junshan Temple is on fire because of you, how can the host allow you to quit, so isn't the legend of Junshan Temple going to be shattered? Uncle, the best way is to free yourself and follow the way of heaven to reincarnation. ”

The gray-robed old man said blankly: "Then how can I free myself?" ”

Chen Hao smiled: "This, I'm good at it." ”

The gray-robed old man looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao continued: "Uncle, do you still remember when you died, did you have any regrets in your heart? ”

Regretful?

The gray-robed old man's eyes flashed with reminiscence, as if he saw the scene of his death.

"I'm just an ordinary person, my children are safe, each has something to do, I don't have to worry about it, if I say regrets, it should be my deceased wife."

Ding Dong: "The old dead ghost Chen Youqing, nineteen years of faith, fulfilled the death wish, and rewarded the palm thunder." ”

It's coming, it's really a ghost, the system boss is on a mission!

Hearing the dingdong sound, Chen Hao was immediately happy, and then when he saw the reward, his eyes lit up, and he almost howled in excitement.

Palm thunder! Whether it's reading a story, reading a novel, or watching a movie, I don't know how many times this thing has appeared, Chen Hao doesn't need to inherit it to know that this is definitely a magic spell!

For the current self, it is a very urgent need for a magical power to support his master's face.

Dry, this task must be taken, no one is afraid of offending, brother must get the palm thunder.

Chen Hao was ecstatic in his heart, but his face was trying to calm down and asked, "Uncle, you go on." ”

"My deceased wife died in childbirth when she gave birth to her second child, and I regret that if I hadn't been obsessed with having a son, she wouldn't have died. After the death of my deceased wife, I have believed in Buddhism ever since, and even if I am busy, I will find time to chant sutras for my deceased wife. But people can't be resurrected after death, even if I insist on chanting for her for decades, it won't help, when I die, I want to meet my deceased wife, but I didn't expect that after death, I became like this. ”

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The first update in the early morning, ask for collections, ask for recommendations. In addition, after reading this chapter, I can only say, your intentions are so sinister that you actually cursed my book to be seen by the boss? You don't know, my boss is not a book material, I just said so, he dares to disagree?