Hangzhou West Lake, beautiful scenery. On the broken bridge, tourists are weaving.

On weekdays, most people stand by the bridge and watch the scenery, and accidentally become the scenery in the eyes of others.

But today seems to be a little different, the sparkling West Lake does not attract the attention of tourists, but instead huddles together inside and outside, as if watching something lively.

Although there were many people, it was quiet, because there was an intoxicating sound of the piano coming from the center of the crowd.

A young monk was sitting on the edge of the bridge stroking the piano, and the intoxicating sound of the piano was flowing from his fingertips.

The sound of the piano is so beautiful, like a clear stream washing the soul, and all kinds of complicated thoughts on weekdays disappear. It's like listening to the rain all night, suddenly clearing, the kind of ethereal inspiration that suddenly quiets down.

Everyone present felt the emptiness of the Buddha's words at this moment.

But suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and all the mundane troubles seemed to come back to their hearts, and everyone was stunned.

"Amitabha, that's all for today." Daoran put away the guqin and said to everyone.

"Daoran Holy Monk, let's do another song."

"Yes, yes, Holy Monk, please do another song."

"Listening to the sound of the holy monk's piano, I have even been cured of my old problems."

"Holy Monk Mercy, please do another song."

……

Such voices come and go, but Dao Ran is tired of hearing them.

After the last time against Bo Gongtang, Lingyin Temple died down, and Dao Ran didn't directly call the door to single out their eighteen bronze people, so he waited for the opening of the Dharma Conference with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, Dao Ran has a lot of things to be busy with.

The hidden supernatural power learned from Mu Zhixuan needs to be cultivated, the Bodhi Qingxin Song taught by Xiao Qiao needs to be practiced, and he has to continue to practice the Heavenly Dragon Babu Talisman Mantra, and he has to recite the Death Mantra to Ma Sannian when he is free.

Although Ma San couldn't go beyond it, if he kept chanting scriptures to him, it seemed that it would also be good for his ghost body. Ma San's body is not only getting more and more condensed, but also getting younger.

was originally an old man in his seventies and eighties, but in just a few days, he became a middle-aged man.

And Daoran thought, anyway, no matter where he cultivated, it was almost the same, so he simply came to the broken bridge of the West Lake, thinking in his heart, maybe he could meet the white lady who walked by with an umbrella.

It's okay to cultivate the hidden supernatural power and chant the scriptures, and passers-by will not be affected much, at most it is strange how no one on this bridge can hear the sound of chanting.

But when Dao Ran played the Bodhi Pure Heart Song, it was useless to have any hidden supernatural powers, he was as vivid as a firefly in the dark, so outstanding, and he could be recognized at a glance in the crowd.

This piece is worthy of being a piece of music given by the Buddhist music gods, even if the Tao Ran does not use any mana, only plays with pure skills, and the qin music also has a very strong contemplation effect, and mortals can forget their troubles in a short time after listening to it.

And if Dao Ran injects mana into his body at the same time as he plays, the sound of the piano will produce a wonderful change, which can not only calm people's minds, but also have the effect of healing injuries.

Dao Ran didn't know about this change at first, until two days ago when he was playing the piano on the bridge, and a lame beggar ran up to Dao Ran and knelt down on his knees, shouting that the holy monk had healed his leg.

Since that day, more and more people have come to listen to the piano.

Daoran didn't care, anyway, practicing the piano is a must, and helping others is easy, and I don't feel troublesome.

But Dao Ran still underestimated the influence of this piano sound, and only twenty or thirty people stopped to watch two days ago, and three days later, the bridge was full of people.

Many people who were seriously ill heard of the reputation of this holy monk and did not hesitate to come from afar to listen to the piano.

Not to mention, the effect of this Bodhi Pure Heart Song is really powerful, not to mention those daily diseases, it has an effect on most of the incurable diseases.

Even if it can't be completely cured, it can alleviate one or two.

In this way, Daoran's reputation is even louder, whether you are sick or not, it has become a daily task for Hangzhou people to listen to a song on the broken bridge.

It's just that the broken bridge is just such a small place, and there are a few people who can stand, and the result is that whenever Daoran starts to play the piano, it is full of people before and after. Thanks to Nie Zhengyan, he sent a catcher to maintain order, otherwise he would have killed people just by grabbing the front row position every day.

Dao Ran has played the Bodhi Pure Heart Song more than a dozen times today, and his mana is almost exhausted, so it's time to go back and rest.

It's just that I didn't expect that the enthusiasm of the people was so high, so I had to let him do it again.

Dao Ran was very unhappy and thought: "You guys are fucking adding money!" ”

After playing the piano for so many days, few people gave him money, not to mention the cost of medicine for treatment, even if he was an artist on the street, he should have received a few copper plates. It doesn't seem right to say that the people of Hangzhou City have no conscience, although they don't give money, everyone rushes to send food to Daoran.

The problem is that Sanzanglou is free of charge for food and accommodation, and it tastes good.

Who wants to eat wowotou?

After refusing a few times, there were rumors among the common people, saying that he was about to become a Buddha, so he didn't eat the fireworks in the world, and the result was that Sanzanglou sent people to ask if he didn't need to send him food.

Dao Ran almost didn't smash the piano, the white lady didn't wait, waited for a group of white prostitutes, and almost lost the benefits of eating and drinking for nothing, what kind of hell is this human suffering?

That's it for today, no more.

"Amitabha, the little monk is tired today, so he will retire first."

Daoran put away the piano and was about to get up and leave.

Although the people were a little reluctant, they did not dare to stop it.

But just as Dao Ran took two steps, a strange voice came from the crowd.

"I've come all the way here to save my life, why don't I play it? Shouldn't monks be compassionate? ”

Dao Ran has good hearing, and can easily tell where the words are coming from the crowd. But he didn't pay attention to it, there are too many things to promote Mien and fight Mi hate, and the stupidity of others is not worth affecting his mood.

It's just that the trees want to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop, and Dao Ran didn't take two steps, and there were more similar sounds.

"What's running, the patient is still suffering here, how can he bear to leave?"

"That's right, what kind of holy monk is this to watch others suffer and go away?"

"Fake benevolence and false righteousness, just sell fame and reputation."

……

Daoran stopped and turned to look at the crowd.

One, two, three...... Eight sneaky figures hiding in the crowd were eager to sink themselves into the shadows as they spoke. And they still seem to be good

This is not an ordinary lack of gratitude, this is someone deliberately doing things with a rhythm. Could it be that the people of Lingyin Temple endured it for a few days and then held back this little trick?

It doesn't seem to be very reasonable, as long as Dao Ran ignores it, these yin and yang weird words will have no effect on him. After all, in this world, normal people account for the majority, and the thousands of people in Hangzhou City in front of them are estimated to be stirred up by a few words.

The person who set up such a conspiracy would never think that he could be provoked so easily, would he?

Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard a coquettish voice: "Where are the wild dogs barking here?" It is a great merit for the holy monk to cure the sick and save people with the sound of the qin, but you don't want to be grateful, but slander the words? It's crazy! ”

Dao Ran followed the prestige, and a young woman dressed in black came out of the crowd. The woman had a delicate melon seed face, a black satin robe that looked luxurious and mysterious, and a golden belt that tied up her slender waist to outline a perfectly seductive figure.

This beautiful woman appeared and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When everyone paid attention to her, the woman in black said with great righteousness: "And you, who have received so many favors from the holy monk, and heard that the holy monk was insulted, you are still indifferent, are you still men?" ”

"Well said!"

"This girl is very true."

"It makes sense, how can we, the big men, lose to women."

"You were slandering the holy monk just now, I heard you!"

"Beat them and see if they dare to chew the root of their tongue!"

……

The scene was chaotic, and a few people who were weird just now were unlucky and were beaten up on the spot. If it weren't for the fast catchers to restore order as quickly as possible, these people would have been killed on the spot.

Dao Ran didn't care about the commotion, his attention was all on the woman in black.

The woman in black also seemed to feel Dao Ran's gaze, and her face flushed with shyness, but she still mustered up the courage to walk in front of Dao Ran and said respectfully: "Little girl Zhu Ying, I have seen the holy monk. ”