The monks chanted, and the Buddha power was permeated around the altar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are constantly eminent monks who send blessed Buddhist scriptures to meritorious monks. Pilgrims and believers are vying to donate and buy, and such an opportunity is rare again. Those believers who believe in Buddhism naturally hope to be able to realize the Buddha's heart through such Buddhist scriptures, so that they can also practice Buddhism.

Matthew's heart sank, and a faint dark light flashed on the monk's robe. This is the special feature of the monk's robe. A monk's robe made by a thousand-year-old monk from the middle world, how can it be a mortal thing?

When the Buddha power was attached to the inside of the monk's robe for a long time, Ma Xiuyuan suddenly felt that the feeling of Buddha power was much stronger, and he could even communicate the Buddha wishes rolling at the feet of the Buddha in the Tianwang Hall not far away.

The smile on the corner of Matthew's mouth became even stronger. He picked up the white scroll, spread it on his knees, and gradually pulled the power of the Buddha's feet into the Buddhist scriptures. Believers also wish that this rolling wish power could not reach Mount Meru directly, and naturally accumulated in the Buddhist temple for a long time and became an ownerless thing. It is also Ma Xiuyuan who dares to be bold enough to borrow his willingness.

Naturally, no one knows this kind of method. The Buddha's wish is the same as the Buddha's power, and even more than a monk like Ma Xiuyuan, the Buddha's wish can make those who sincerely wish to the Buddha realize the Zen principles in the Buddhist scriptures. Ordinary people don't dare to touch those Buddha vows easily, for fear of provoking ignorant karma.

But Ma Xiuyuan has already been haunted by the three calamities of karma, where would he be afraid of such a thing, so he naturally borrowed it without scruples. The Buddha wished to bless slowly, and with a touch of golden light on the white scroll, Matthew Yuan immediately closed the scroll, picked up the new white scroll from the side, and began to bless.

The speed of Ma Xiuyuan's blessing was too terrifying, and the stubborn monk and Hengyuan Hengkong who were so terrible that they were both confused, thinking that the Buddhist scriptures that were casually put aside by Ma Xiuyuan were unblessed and thrown aside.

"Xiuyuan, this senior brother has to criticize you a few words. Although blessing the Buddhist scriptures is a little tricky for us monks, as long as we recite them patiently and believe that we can still bless them after an hour of hard work. How can you be so good at tea, how can you ......?"

Hengyuan criticized while picking up the Buddhist scriptures beside Ma Xiuyuan, and suddenly the words on his lips stopped abruptly, looking at Ma Xiuyuan dumbfounded, and the hand holding the Buddhist scriptures trembled unconsciously.

"This ......" Hengyuan couldn't believe his judgment.

"Hey, what's all the fuss. Xiuyuan's Buddha power is still shallow, even if the white scroll can't bless the Buddha's power, don't be surprised, you panicked first, this is ......" Hengkong, who had just taken the Buddhist scriptures, also showed a shocked expression, looking at Ma Xiuyuan as if he was seeing a ghost.

Hengkong suddenly stood up and ran madly towards the meritorious monk. "Let's go, let's get trouble!" he held the Buddhist scriptures in his hand high.

Matthew has no distracting thoughts in his heart, the Buddha is willing to be troubled, and his karma is riddled with fire. If this Buddha wish stays in his body for too long, it will inevitably cause accidents. The white scroll in his hand never paused for three breaths. As soon as it arrives in the hand, the Buddha wish in the body will be dissipated into Buddha power and blessed with Buddhist scriptures.

The more than 100 white scrolls that were originally on one side were being cut at a speed visible to the naked eye. The monk who had just finished blessing a book handed the Buddhist scriptures to Hengyuan, and when he looked up and saw this scene, he was also stunned.

"Xiuyuan...... What is Xiuyuan doing?"

Hengyuan, who had been stunned, came back to his senses, shook his head and nodded, speechless like a fool.

Ma Xiuyuan's abnormality also attracted the attention of the surrounding pilgrims and monks. Seeing this little monk who has not yet shaved but is wearing monk's robes, the white scroll in his left hand and reading Buddhist scriptures in his right hand, such a handy gesture is simply a bit dazzling.

"Oh my God, what is this kid doing?"

"This ......"

Jiuzhai monk's robe seemed to be no longer able to wrap the light of the Buddha's fate, and for a while, Matthew Yuan became solemn.

"I didn't expect this son to have such profound Buddha power! How can this blessed sutra be so fast? It's a little outrageous!" The monks on the side were amazed again and again, making the stubborn monk and Hengyuan on the side a little embarrassed.

There were constant exclamations coming from all around, and finally, even those on the central altar looked sideways. Just a glimpse of it made them shocked.

The abbot of Daxiangguo Temple hurried over, and his eyebrows were full of shock. Seeing this, the warrior monk on one side hurriedly opened the way for the abbot of Deqing.

"This little master actually alarmed the abbot of Deqing, and it seems that he is going to be appreciated by the abbot of Deqing. If he can be the heir to the mantle of the abbot of Deqing, it should be not surprising that he will log in to the elders of Buddhism one day. ”

More than 100 scriptures, Ma Xiuyuan was neatly stacked on the side in one go, he never thought that with just a trace of Buddha wishes, he would be able to bless so many Buddhist scriptures.

"Amitabha, is Xiao Shizi really not afraid that his condition will worsen?" Deqing narrowed his eyes and did not speak very thoroughly.

Ma Xiuyuan woke up slowly, looking at the old monk with clear eyes. The two glanced at each other, but Ma Xiuyuan's gaze seemed a little hollow, as if he wanted to see through those cloudy eyes, "Amitabha." Master Lao Deqing is worried. Xiuyuan's illness, Xiuyuan himself knows. ”

"You don't know!" the old monk shook his head and sighed quietly, "remember that pine?"

"I don't remember. Matthew said nonchalantly.

The old monk closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, "When the wood is dead, the old man will burn it." ”

"This is your business, Abbot. Ma Xiuyuan saw Hengkong gasping for breath and came back, so he deliberately asked, "How is the scripture?"

"After weighing five pounds, it was donated by a businessman, which is a nameplate. ”

Hengkong looked at the stacks of scriptures in disbelief, his eyes were about to fall to the ground, he swallowed his saliva, and because he was too stuttering, the spittle flew out, "These, all ......"

Matthew Yuan grinned, "I've done all the work, and the rest ......"

"Senior brother is here, senior brother likes to do rough work the most!"

"Yes, junior brother, you are weak, and we will move this scripture for you. ”

Hengkong Hengyuan and the two of them came to me one by one, picked up two stacks of scriptures, a hundred catties, and staggered towards the side of the meritorious monk.

As soon as the pilgrims on one side saw the hundred scriptures that came out, they were still the abbot of Deqing, and they came over, and they were definitely not mortal, so they hurriedly followed behind Hengyuan and Hengkong, and kept currying favor, wanting to ask for a cheap and high-quality Buddhist scripture.

Seeing that the work at hand was almost over, Matthew looked up and asked, "Do you have anything else?"

The abbot of Deqing glanced at it, then stopped talking to Ma Xiuyuan, and bowed slightly to the monk.

The monk hurriedly returned the salute.

"Abbot Yongyun first arrived, but he was not well entertained by the temple. The old man didn't know that Dingzen Temple was arranged here. This is the loss of the old man, to the end of the preaching, but also ask the abbot of Yongyun to go to the altar, talk about the ancient wave of the demon general, but also for the Dingchan Temple to add some incense. ”

The monk was overjoyed and thanked him again and again. When Deqing left, his face suddenly changed, and he didn't know what to say if he really went to the Buddhist altar.