Ma Xiuyuan was also a novice who had mixed in Mount Meru back then, and he was a Buddha cultivator for hundreds of generations, and he had never seen any big scenes, and this was the first time he had not been treated like this. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the place where the Dingzen Temple was assigned can be described as unbearable. Not to mention the remote corner, there are a lot of sundries on one side.

The head monk didn't mind, and said: "We have few people in Dingchan Temple, and being able to come here to participate in the meeting is already enough face, Xiuyuan, how to spread the scriptures, I taught you a month ago as a teacher, have you ever forgotten?"

"Master, isn't it just the blessing of Buddha's power, I've remembered it for a long time. This is easy to say. Buddhist scriptures for pilgrims, believers to read, from the Pudu Conference to get the Buddhist scriptures, are passed on and recited, such Buddhist scriptures are naturally not as good as the Buddhist scriptures blessed by the elders, although there are Buddha blessings, but those Buddha power is only able to make pilgrims and believers feel the mystery of the Buddha's righteousness.

The four of them sat on the futon, and hundreds of white rolls had already been placed on one side. That is, the scriptures that have not been blessed by the Buddha's power, such Buddhist scriptures are not very attractive to the pilgrims and believers who come to visit, and only the scriptures blessed by the Buddha's power will make those pilgrims willing to pay money.

Near the center of the altar, pilgrims have already gathered in the thousands. Holding incense and candles with a reverent face, he listened to the chanting of a group of monks.

Although they were not far apart, the four of Ma Xiuyuan's master and apprentice were treated as passers-by, and even the later pilgrims did not take them seriously, and they all stepped on their feet, their butts towards them, and squeezed in towards the center one by one.

"Master, look at the great monk who presided over the Rong Temple, the gold threads on this clothes are almost blind, tsk, this color, not to mention a few hundred taels of silver. ”

Hengkong on the side pursed his lips and said: "Turtle, that's worth a fart, look at the one next to it, yes, it's the one that tops our two masters, tsk, the gem on the top, just that one, is worth a lot of money." It is estimated that the gem will be worth more than a dozen robes of our master. ”

Matthew glanced at it and joined the discussion trio. "Two senior brothers, this eyesight strength is still a little worse, if you talk about the price, the two hosts of the Xiangguo Temple in the middle, that is a heavy treasure. Let's first talk about the pratum rosary, which is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. There is also the turquoise inlaid robe, which looks more inconspicuous than the golden light, but it has an incredible use for the gathering of Buddha power, so ......"

"Little junior brother, don't say it. ”

Ma Xiuyuan has been sitting on the shoulders of Senior Brother Hengyuan, and he naturally looks at it with relish, "What's the matter, Senior Brother can't talk about Xiuyuan, do you want that hand to block Xiuyuan's mouth!"

"Master's face is black!"

Matthew looked down and saw that the hand of the monk sitting on the side holding the Buddhist scriptures was a little unnatural. understands that people want faces, trees and bark, this Dingzen Temple is indeed cold and the abbot is so poor that he is penniless. Standing like this, discussing how rich the hosts of other temples were, undoubtedly hurt Shi Yongyun a little.

Ma Xiuyuan got off his shoulder, pulled the robe of the monk, and said, "Master, we will also be very rich!"

"......" The head monk was speechless, thinking in his heart that if the two boxes of silver were not returned, they would not be so cold, making the four of them seem to have come to the Great Xiangguo Temple to ask for food. Listening to the monks say that they need to be rich, Shi Yongyun always feels weird, but how can he not need money to run a Zen temple?

"Let's start preaching. The monk took a white scroll next to him and began to read it slowly. Although this kind of Buddha blessing is not as cumbersome as those Buddhist elders blessing Buddhist scriptures, it is also extremely labor-intensive. After this scripture transmission meeting, every monk with Buddha power can bless ten books, which is already good.

The monk continued to chant the scriptures with the power of the Buddha, and every time he recited a page, he picked up the peach branch on one side and dipped it in the cinnabar box, at the upper end of the scriptures, the lotus seal was in the center of a little, and a trace of Buddha power was running, so that the scriptures were blessed with the Buddha power, so that there was also a little more weight.

A blessed Buddhist scripture is naturally impossible to be like those scriptures dedicated to Buddhist cultivation, dozens of catties at every turn, and it will not be like the "Lengyan Sutra" in Ma Xiuyuan's meditation room, which is so heavy that it can't be moved, and it is still lying under the bluestone bricks, and only in the dead of night, Ma Xiuyuan will pry open the bluestone bricks and turn the scriptures hard.

However, a white scroll blessing like this also requires a certain amount of weight to judge the quality of the blessing. Generally, after the blessing is completed, the sutra weighs five catties, which is the qualified standard.

Matthew Yuan also picked up the white scroll, but after a few pages, he became irritable. There is not much Buddha power in itself, and it is only a few months to cultivate Buddha, and this kind of transmission of scriptures does not have any improvement in its own Buddha power at all.

He shook his head and watched the movement around him.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "The abbot of Deqing of Daxiangguo Temple, bless the "Quartet Peace Sutra", the paper weighs eight catties and eight!"

As soon as these words came out, there were believers and pilgrims who donated incense to the meritorious monks on one side, and whoever offered the highest price was the owner of the scripture. Many wealthy people in Guangling flocked to the crimson merit box, "Master, master, I will donate five hundred taels!"

"Senior monk, my family has ninety old mothers who believe in Buddhism, and they only ask for one volume of Buddhist scriptures to fulfill their filial piety and make their mothers happy. I'll donate six hundred taels!"

There are constantly high prices frequently breaking out. Deqing, who was on the altar, stood up and saluted, looking around. Ma Xiuyuan's mind was not on the white scroll in his hand at all. Nowadays, there are many people with mixed eyes, so naturally they can't use the seven exquisite hearts.

There are constantly Buddhist scriptures blessed by Guangling monks to donate high prices. Matthew glanced at his master from afar, the first volume of the Lotus Sutra has only been blessed for a few pages, which is called an impatience.

"Senior brother, don't look at it randomly, when the time comes, a blessed Buddhist scripture will not come out, and our Dingzen Temple will become a joke, don't you dare to be lazy when you don't see the master." As a member of Dingzen Temple, you will lose face when the time comes, so don't hold back!" Seeing Ma Xiuyuan holding the white scroll of Buddhist scriptures with a cute look, Hengkong couldn't help but remind.

Matthew came back to his senses and nodded. However, when he suddenly looked towards the temple behind him, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After the monk paused to turn the page, he suddenly saw that his little apprentice was abnormal again, shook his head, and said secretly: Is it that people with innate Buddha hearts are crazy like this?

Ma Xiuyuan clasped his hands together, and the Buddha power of the Jiuzhai monk's robe on his body flashed, "Heavenly King, I'm sorry for your old man." Anyway, you can't receive this Buddha wish for the time being, so let's borrow the little monk first!"