In front of the water tank outside the back door of the Guanyin Temple, a pair of parents with twin sons were throwing a yuan coin into the water tank, and the four of them threw more than 20 coins, and none of the coins fell into the dragon's mouth. Still not reconciled, the mother exchanged twenty coins from a monk, and the family continued to throw them, and this time, at last one of the coins fell into the dragon's mouth, and the family left contentedly. When a coin is thrown into the dragon's mouth, there must be some kind of good luck. Regardless of whether this statement can be fulfilled or not, it can make the heart happy, and it is worth spending some money.

This should be the early service of the temple, and today, it has a new name, for example, hanging prayer locks on iron chains, tying red cloth bands on trees, and selling prayer incense at different prices. There are also people who meet, in the past, it was a lottery, but now the veil of shame has been removed, and it is directly grandiose and entered the house, which should also be regarded as an innovation!

When Ouyang Ping and his entourage walked to the Hall of Compassion, there was a melodious sound of chanting from inside the Hall of Compassion.

There are four meditation rooms in the Mercy Hall, and in the last meditation room there are more than 20 people, a dozen of whom are pilgrims and the others are monks, and the sound of chanting comes from this meditation room.

"Director Ma, what are you doing here?"

"It's doing something for someone who has just passed away—transcending the dead."

"The monks themselves chant for the dead, and the cost should be considerable!"

In the past, people would usually invite monks to their homes to spend time on the souls of the deceased. In "Water Margin", didn't Yang Xiong's wife Pan Qiaoyun invite the monk to her home to do things for her ex-husband?

"The fee for this project is relatively high, and the highest price should be to place the statue of the deceased in the Buddhist shrine in the main hall."

It's really the so-called relying on the mountain to eat, relying on the water to eat, and the temple does this, I don't know if I have asked the Buddha for advice; The Buddha is the embodiment of beauty and goodness, and his courtyard should be spotless and very clean, and I don't know if the smell of copper in the temple conflicts with the Buddha's will.

Ouyang Ping wanted to go into the meditation room to take a look, and was just about to raise his feet to walk inside, when the sound of chanting suddenly stopped.

It turned out that the pilgrims sitting in the meditation room walked out of the meditation room in turn, and an old Zen master about seventy years old led more than a dozen people out of the meditation room.

The sky was gray, Ouyang Ping looked at his watch, the time was 6:45.

Everyone followed behind a dozen pilgrims and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall. It seems that the ritual of transcending the undead is not over yet.

Walking in front is an old and a young two monks, the little monk is holding a tablet in his hand, walking behind the little monk is a pilgrim, about ten years old, he is holding a glass frame in his hand, there is a posthumous image in the glass frame. Common sense tells us that the person holding the statue should be the eldest son - or eldest grandson of the deceased. Everyone knows that the person holding the portrait of the deceased in the funeral procession must be the eldest son of the deceased, or the eldest grandson of the deceased.

The dozen or so pilgrims paid no attention to the uniformed men walking at the back of the procession - they were so immersed in grief that they had no time to pay attention to or care about the people around them, but the two monks walking at the front of the procession glanced back at Ouyang Ping and his party from time to time. They are slow and cautious.