From nine o'clock onwards, people drove into the temple one after another, and Ms. Li and Angkor were in charge of the reception, telling me from time to time who this person was and who that person was. I found that these people were either rich or expensive, either running companies or contracting projects, as well as small commodity factories, singers, shop owners, and others.

Because the lecture was not over, these people sat in the meditation room in the backyard and chatted with each other. Ms. Li whispered to me outside the room that the middle-aged woman who drove a BMW specialized in renting excavators and was very rich, but her husband was cheating and her son was autistic, and her life was very boring, so she often came to the temple to meditate.

Ms. Li seems to be very familiar with these people, she told me a lot of gossip news, and I learned that these people all have psychological or physical defects to varying degrees, either anxiety disorder or obsessive-compulsive disorder, either family discord or inner emptiness, in short, there is no one who has a full life and is busy with work.

At the end of the lecture at eleven o'clock, some of these people bowed sincerely to Master Qingxiu, while others just nodded coldly, as if they were coming to the temple for the first time. At twelve o'clock, under the command of the monk and Angkor, the thirty or so people came to the prayer hall and sat down in an orderly manner. The prayer hall is filled with the fragrance of human water, and some people whisper words such as "true fragrance" and "what kind of fragrance is this".

Master Qing Xiu had already smeared a lot of Yuan water on his forehead beforehand, and he came to the scripture hall and began to preach and cast spells. In front of him, there is a large flower pot with clear flowers, which is cleaned and clean, and it is full of popular water mixed with mountain spring water. First, he gave a lecture, and then he used a magic paddle made of bamboo strips, dipped in the human water in a large flower pot, and constantly sprinkled it on the thirty or so people who listened to the scriptures. I was sitting near the door with Ms. Li and Angkor, and when I saw someone whispering something, I wondered why the Shan holy water had become sprinkler. There were monks on both sides of Master Qing Xiu knocking on the Dharma vessels, but they did not chant the sutras, mainly because they were afraid that the scriptures of Mahayana Buddhism would conflict with the Pali mantras of Azan Nangya.

The process of casting the spell went smoothly, and anyway, I was sitting next to me, and I couldn't hear the sound of Azan Nangya chanting mantra at all. After about a few dozen sprinkles, suddenly a person began to breathe rapidly, and his body fell together, as if he was in pain. Maybe it was an infection, and after a while, someone like this again, and a strong middle-aged man stood up suddenly, panting for breath, pounding his chest hard, and making a shouting sound similar to practicing boxing.

The middle-aged lady who had previously said that her husband had cheated on her husband and that the family had rented an excavator began to cry in a low voice, saying slurred words in her mouth. A young man next to her was even more exaggerated, on all fours, his head slamming into the ground. Fortunately, the floor was covered with wooden floors, otherwise it would have been broken.

The two monks who knocked on the magic weapon probably had never seen this formation, and they peeked at each other while knocking. Suddenly, someone stood up and hugged a person next to him and shouted: "Give me back, you give it back to me!" And the man was not surprised, but the tears flowed uncontrollably.

In this way, the crowd is full of ugliness, and there are all kinds of things. I wondered in my heart that this was supposed to be a scene only for the empowerment of Rus, and it was a reaction of the mantra to release the sickness or mental illness in the body of the believer. And how can Azan Nangya's popularity water and mantras also play this role?

Ms. Li and Angkor were even more surprised, both of whom were secretly taking photos and videos with their mobile phones. I thought to myself, Azan Nangya really made a wedding dress for Master Qing Xiu this time, and in the future, these people will definitely talk about how powerful Master Qing Xiu is, especially loyal believers like Ms. Li and Angkor.

The entire spell casting process lasted more than half an hour, and more than half of the thirty or so believers showed varying degrees of abnormal behavior, but they all returned to normal after the spell was cast. They knelt around Master Qingxiu and kowtowed to him with tears in their eyes, calling him a living bodhisattva in this world. I thought to myself, this is a living bodhisattva? Wouldn't all those in Southeast Asia who have been empowered by Rus be living Buddhas?

At noon, these devotees were eating in the temple, and everyone chatted while eating, and enthusiastically discussed how miraculous and special the spell just cast just now. Ms. Li and Angkor were even more eyebrows, and listening to everyone's discussion, it seemed that their faces also lit up. Looking at their smug appearances, I thought to myself that you are eating and drinking, and Azan Nangya is still hiding behind the curtain of the prayer hall and starving at this time in order not to let people see it, how unfair.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the believers left the temple one after another, and Ms. Li and I took the opportunity to run to the prayer hall, take Azan Nangya out, and go to the dining hall to open a small stove. She asked me how it worked, and Ms. Li's eyes were full of surprise: "Very good, Master Azan Nangya, why do those people react like this?" ”

In order not to disturb Azan Nangya's meal, I explained to her that the raw materials used to make the water are all mana, such as what sutra powder, paikuman powder, a variety of pollen and bone meal, these are either the best things to attach, or they are themselves things with the power of yin spirits, such as pakuman powder and bone meal. The scripture powder is the powder of countless finger strokes and writing mantras, and the mental power is huge. Mix these powders together, soak them in water, and use the unique method of human relations to bless them for a few days, and the final turbid liquid that comes out is human relationship water. And that special fragrance is the taste of hundreds of herbal powders and medicinal powders.

"I see, I didn't expect the Hinayana spell in Southeast Asia to be so powerful, then I will also worship Master Azan Nangya as a teacher in the future!" Ms. Li said happily.

Angkor next to him remained silent and said, "Master Qingxiu is your only master, don't forget." Ms. Li hurriedly said that she was just joking.

From 2 p.m. to 6 p.m. it was time to preach the scriptures, and Ms. Li said that there were still three hours in the evening, and thunder could not be moved three times a day.

The next morning, some new devotees came to the temple, and I saw several people who had already been there yesterday. So they came to accept the spell again, but they didn't expect these people to take out bundles of banknotes directly from their purses, hand them to Angkor, and Angkor made receipts.

Ms. Li told us that these people came to donate money, and they had been to the temple several times before, but they only listened to the scriptures but did not study the Fa, but they did not expect to take the initiative to donate so quickly. I asked, "Now that the temples have been built, what's the use of donating money to your master?" ”

"Of course it works!" Ms. Li smiled and said, "Is there any money that can't be used?" The temple can be expanded, the Buddha statue can be filled with gold, and if you donate more in the future, Master will be able to build new temples in other mountains! ”

Looking at Ms. Li's excited appearance, I really couldn't say anything.

The process of casting the spell continued as before, and it was held for three consecutive days, during which each day the believers who had participated in the casting of the spell the previous day arrived again, and on the third day, there were nearly 100 believers. Some of these devotees paid directly, and some brought a lot of expensive gifts to the temple. Many believers expressed in the chat that they hoped to invite Master Qingxiu to give lectures in their city, and by the way, cast more spells on the believers. And Master Qing Xiu calmly told them that casting spells and transforming the world, just like the world, can be encountered but not sought, and we will talk about it later.

That night, Master Qing Xiu seemed to be very happy, and specially asked the chef's monk to cook another table and eat at a separate table in the backyard of the temple. There were about a dozen dishes, and the taste was very delicious, and I thought to myself that this Qingxiu master also depends on the mood of the dishes, and now he should treat me and Azan Nangya as honored guests.

"Master Qingxiu, those believers seem to be very serious," I said, "and you can see that when they are seated, they don't move for hours. ”

Master Qing Xiu snorted: "A stone placed in front of the Buddha can not move for tens of thousands of years, can you say that they understand the scriptures?" "I don't understand the meaning, Wu Gang said with a smile, what Master means is that those people have empty hearts that want to cultivate, and they just want their minds to be purified, but they have no Buddha nature, and sitting on the throne is just an act of forcing themselves, which is completely useless. I thought to myself that when I finally heard this master say a few words with Zen meaning, this business was not in vain.

Wandering in the backyard after dinner, Ms. Li and Angkor are two personalities, that Angkor is very cautious, does not talk much, and can be seen from his expression that he is very alert to outsiders and often calculates in his heart. And Ms. Li is straight, she didn't hide anything from me, and often told me about her master.