Wang Quanquan and his entourage of five people stepped up the stairs as they did when they went to Gujing Temple, and came to the gate of Yunyin Temple.

Perhaps the legend of the living Buddha is too vivid, even if the southwest is sparsely populated, Yunyin Temple still burns incense.

Looking at the mountain gate with the words "Yunyin Temple" hanging on it, the moon cake hesitated and said:

"Here...... It looks familiar. ”

"Can you not be familiar, how many temples have you walked along the way?" Wang Quan said casually.

The little girl said no more, and followed the others across the door.

As soon as they entered the door, they were stopped by a middle-aged monk in a robe, and before they could speak, the monk took the lead in saying:

"Come with me, a few of you."

"This temple business is really skilled."

Seeing this, Wang Quanquan muttered in a low voice, obviously treating the other party as the kind of monk who was responsible for leading pilgrims.

The monk in his robe folded his hands and walked slowly ahead, directly leading several people away from the main road.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the crowd, Park Wen couldn't help but be curious:

"Master, where are you taking us?"

On the way here, Park Wen was ready for heavy bleeding, and as long as he could save the mooncakes, the silver he had left on his body could be donated to the temple.

The monk opened his mouth and chanted the Buddha's name, and then said:

"Today, the statue of the Venerable Dragon of the Luohan Hall suddenly lit up with Buddha light, and the abbot ordered me to go out to welcome guests."

"Bright Buddha light?"

A few people were confused when they heard it, thinking that it should be some kind of obscure statement, so they didn't ask in detail, and directly closed their mouths and followed the monk's pace.

Yunyin Temple is established to the east, a lotus pond is a lotus pond as soon as it enters the door, because it has passed the autumn equinox, the lotus leaves in the pond have all withered at this moment, only the lotus canopy of the pond remains.

In addition to a passage across the lotus pond, there is also a long corridor in the north and south of the lotus pond, and there is a vajra waffler with angry eyes in the corridor.

Lux held a steel whip and a belt fluttering, as if a true god had descended into the world, and the reason why he built this appearance is said to be to deter evil spirits. It's not clear whether the evil has been deterred, anyway, ordinary people will feel panicked when they see it.

At the end of the two corridors, respectively, the bell tower is located on the north side, and the drum tower is located on the south side, from which the so-called "morning bell and dusk drum" comes.

Between the bell tower and the drum tower, there is a magnificent palace of the heavenly king.

Everyone originally planned to skip the Tianwang Hall directly and take it directly to the center of the temple, but Park asked this guy to be very sincere, and he had to go to the Tianwang Hall to pay homage, and the middle-aged monk who led the way was not easy to stop, so he had to stand quietly in place and wait for the other party to finish worshipping.

After visiting the Tianwang Palace, Park Wen's pockets were also deflated a little, and after smiling awkwardly at a few people, he continued to walk west along the temple path.

Under the leadership of the middle-aged monk, the five of them came to a square, which is the center of the entire Yunyin Temple and the most dense place in the palace.

Since Yunyin Temple was built by monks in the Central Plains, the overall pattern is also a typical Central Plains temple structure.

On the north side of the central square, there are the guest hall, the medicine hall, and the reclining Buddha hall, and on the south side of the square, there are the ancestral hall and the Guanyin hall.

On the east side is the Tianwang Hall that several people have already seen, and on the west side, there is the most important hall of the temple, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which is also the limit that ordinary pilgrims can reach.

Park Wen has gone all the way, entering the temple every time, worshipping the Buddha every time, and now that he has reached the destination, naturally no one will be left behind.

I saw him smile apologetically at a few people, and then began his journey to worship.

Several people had long been surprised by his behavior, but it was the first time that the middle-aged monk had encountered such a pious and generous pilgrim.

Seeing that the other party was paying homage so seriously, the middle-aged monk's eyes couldn't help but soften a lot when he looked at Pu Wen, and he secretly thought in his heart that this person was probably the destined person who caused the Buddha's light.

After Pu Wen worshiped several Buddha halls one by one, he turned around and found that the leading monk was looking at him with approval on his face, he scratched his head, and was a little dazed.

Bypassing the Daxiong Treasure Hall and further west, there is the backyard of Yunyin Temple, which is also an area that ordinary pilgrims cannot set foot in.

In the middle of the backyard, there is a lonely Buddha hall, on which a plaque of "Arhat Hall" is hung, and only one Arhat statue is enshrined in it.

When they got closer, they found that under the three-character plaque of "Luohan Palace", there was also a plaque hanging, on which the dragon flew and the phoenix danced with the words "Vulture Coming West".

These four characters are written freely and freely, although they are not as solemn and majestic as other plaques in the temple, but they faintly reveal a mysterious meaning.

The middle-aged monk saw everyone staring at the plaque, so he explained:

"Oh Buddha Buddha, this plaque is not from the hand of calligraphy, but by the previous generation of living Buddha in this temple, and now it has a history of 100 years."

When Wang Quanquan heard this, he was interested, and asked:

"Dare to ask the master, is the folk story about this living Buddha true or false?"

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly when he heard this, obviously not the first time someone had asked this question, he said calmly:

The poor monks have also heard a little about these things, and most of them are not credible as false rumors.

However, Uncle Shi did do a lot of things that benefited the people, if there was really any miracle, it was a flash flood one year, and Uncle Daoji stopped the flash flood by himself and saved the entire village. ”

“……”

Several people were shocked beyond measure, and stopped the torrent with the power of one person, which is really a fairy method.

"A few of you are waiting here, and the poor monk will go and ask the abbot for a while."

Several people were shocked, and the middle-aged monk turned to leave.

"It is said that this living Buddha is the reincarnation of the Dragon Arhat, so I have to pay a good respect."

Park asked, and stepped forward.

"Count me in."

The king also stepped into the main hall for the first time and knelt in front of the statue of Arhat.

"What are these two doing?"

Yan Rongrong asked like a moon cake on the side, but the latter shook his head, also confused.

"Ask the Arhat to make the mooncakes heal." Park asked sincerely prayed.

"Ask the Arhats to let me cultivate and recover, let me make a fortune, and marry dozens of beautiful concubines, and ......"

The prayer for kingship is not sincere in the slightest.

……

When the two of them visited the shrine, an old monk, supported by a middle-aged monk, walked tremblingly to the door of the Luohan Palace.

The old monk was over ninety years old, and he was not wearing a gorgeous robe, just an ordinary monk's robe that could no longer be plain, but his eyes revealed the brightness that should not be there at this age.

The old monk stood there quietly, looking at the five people not far in front of him, and did not move for a long time. The little girl mooncake felt a little, but when she turned around, she saw the old man's eyes were tearful, silent, and his expression was very childlike.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and whispered:

"Quit idiot, you're old."

"Master......"

The old man spoke in a trembling voice, and tears flowed down again.

The little girl closed her eyes and passed out.

……

"Master, Master, you are really powerful, such a big torrent, you can stop it as soon as you raise your hand."

A young novice in his early teens was looking excitedly at a sloppy old monk.

The little novice gushed endlessly, and his hands kept making gestures to imitate the scene of the old monk raising his hand to block the big stone.

The old monk slept lazily on a boulder, and did not bother with the noisy apprentice.

Just last night, the master and apprentice who went down the mountain passed through a village, but it happened to be raining heavily in the sky, and the master and apprentice who could not move forward any further had to stay in a family.

The family was still Buddha, and they couldn't help but prepare delicious food for the two of them, and even gave up the bed they slept on to the old and young.

Xiao Shami wanted to excuse himself, but unexpectedly, the master unceremoniously lay directly on the bed, and then there was a snoring sound.

The little monk had no choice but to thank the couple in front of him, and then lay down on the bed.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden rumbling sound outside the house, like thunder rolling in the sky, and like the earth shaking the mountains.

Little Shami was awakened by the sound and realized that the whole room was moving, and when he looked back, the master who had been lying on the bed was gone.

"Master, where are you?"

The little monk shouted, pushed open the door, and by the flickering thunder, the little monk was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he stayed in place.

His unkempt and undisciplined master was standing at the foot of the mountain, staring solemnly at the flood and boulders rolling down from the mountain.

The little monk wanted to remind the master to run, but due to excessive fright, he couldn't open his mouth anyway, so he could only watch.

At that moment, he saw Master raise his right hand and point to the boulder that was carrying a thousand powers.

Just a finger from afar, the boulder seemed to be immobilized, and it didn't move, and even the flood that rushed down stopped in mid-air with this finger, and the scene seemed to be the Milky Way hanging above the nine heavens without falling.

The little monk stood in place in a daze, his eyes were surprised and delighted, it turned out that the rumors were all true, the master was really the reincarnation of the Buddha, with supreme supernatural powers.

……

"Master, how did you do that with that finger? Teach me. ”

The little monk climbed the boulder and squatted beside the old monk in a hundred robes, blocking the sunlight shining on the other party's face.

The old monk rolled over and threw out a gourd.

"Go and get wine for the teacher, by the way, buy a roast leg of lamb by the way."

"Master, you better drink less, Uncle Jian has made it clear that if you continue to drink wine and eat meat, he will expel you from the temple."

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, if he can see through this point, he will not be far from becoming a Buddha."

The old monk muttered.

The little monk took the opportunity to ask:

"Master, do you think I can become a Buddha?"

The old monk opened his eyes for the first time, glanced at the little apprentice, and then closed them again.

"I don't think you'll have the slightest hope of becoming a Buddha unless you're like me, drinking wine and eating meat."

"Master, I don't read much, don't lie to me.

Why are you different from the living Buddhas in other temples? I think they all stay in the temple and chant until they die, and they don't drink alcohol or eat meat. ”

The little monk scratched his bare head and asked the puzzle in his heart.

"Are they the same as teachers? As a teacher, you can cut off the torrent with one finger, can they do it? ”

"Hehe, that's right, oh yes, Master, when will you teach me this trick?"

"Go and go, I've said it, bring me back the wine first."

"Oh..."

The little monk is reluctant, this matter is indeed a little difficult for him, it is common for children to help the adults in the family to drink, but he is a monk, every time he goes to drink, he will inevitably be asked, even if he is not asked, someone will point fingers.

The old monk who closed his eyes and basked in the sun seemed to see the doubts in the little apprentice's heart, and said:

"Be a man, do things, be a monk, don't be too rigid, if you care about other people's eyes everywhere, then you can't become a Buddha in your life, and you must forget things first, and then forget yourself."

"Master, can I say a word?" The little monk hesitated.

"Say."

"I think what you're saying is all fallacious."

Unexpectedly, the old monk not only did not get angry when he heard this, but laughed out loud, "Hahaha, isn't that good?" The idiot is very perceptive. ”

"Uh...... I'd better go for a drink. ”

The little monk gradually moved away, and the old monk also opened his eyes.

……

Along the way, the moon cake was still in a coma for the first time, and Pu Wen was like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, walking around the Luohan Palace, and the floor tiles were almost smoothed by him.

Finally, the little girl opened her eyes leisurely and looked around with some confusion.

This time she felt that she had slept for a long time, and she had a long dream, she dreamed that she had become an old monk, reasoning with a little monk.

"Great, you're finally awake."

Park asked and knelt down in front of the moon cake, with a lot of tears and snot, and the old monk before also came to the side, smiling.

The little girl looked at the old man strangely, and always felt that there was an indescribable sense of familiarity in the other party.

The old monk, who was over ninety years old, had a calm face, deep eyes, and spoke slowly:

"The poor monk already knows the situation of the donor, and if he borrows anger from others, he should die."

Speaking of this, the old monk paused, and his eyes softened, "But because the donor is the reincarnation of the Buddha and has endless luck, the phenomenon of suspended animation has been formed." ”

When Wang Quanquan heard this, he couldn't help but interject:

"Wait, master, you say that this little girl is the reincarnation of the Buddha? Is that what you often call a living Buddha? ”

The old monk nodded slightly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

If it weren't for the words of this old abbot, who was a high-ranking monk no matter how he looked at it, the royal authority would have made a poisonous oath similar to "If she were a living Buddha, I would dip the futon on the ground and eat it".

Park Wen on the side didn't seem surprised, after all, when he and Moon Cake met for the first time, he saw something similar to the colorful glow from behind the other party, and he thought it was his own illusion at the time, but it should be true when he thought about it first.

Besides, if it weren't for the reincarnation of the immortals, how could he resist a fatal blow for himself dozens of miles away.

So he asked:

"Dare to ask the master, can you remedy it?"

The old monk nodded, "As long as you become a monk in this temple and rebuild your luck, you can be cured without medicine." ”

"But she is a little girl, can she become a monk in your temple?"

The old monk still smiled and nodded, "My Buddha is merciful, and all living beings, regardless of men, women, old and young, regardless of snakes, insects, rats and ants, the so-called rules and precepts are just a means of self-restraint, and should not become a shackle to practice." ”

"The master said it so well!"

Park Wen was excited, although he didn't know if there was still the possibility of getting married after the mooncakes after becoming a monk, but it was important to save his life for the sake of today.

"Do you need to shave as a monk?"

Although mooncakes are young, they also love beauty, and at this moment they softly asked the question she was most concerned about.

The old monk was stunned when he heard this, then he understood, and comforted him:

"That's natural, but the donor doesn't have to worry, when you regain your luck and cultivate a blood lotus on your arm into a golden lotus, you can live without risk, and if you want to return to the world, this temple will not stop you."

Park Wen also hurriedly said at this time:

"Don't be afraid of moon cakes, I'll shave my head and be a monk with you."

The little girl bit her lip lightly, tears rolling in her eyes, and after a long time, she nodded her head.

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