The monk led the way, and Guo Mo and Huang Rong followed closely and came to the outside of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Shaolin Temple's Daxiong Treasure Hall, also known as "the three Buddha Palace", "glazed hall", the hall enshrines the three Buddha statues.

In the middle is Shakyamuni in the world of Suva, and the two bodhisattvas of Manjushri and Puxian are coerced, and they are collectively called the "Three Sages of Huayan".

On the left side is the Medicine Buddha of the Oriental Pure Glass World, also known as the "Great Doctor Wang Shi", and its attendants are the two Bodhisattvas of sunlight and moonlight, collectively known as the "Three Sages of the East".

On the right is the Amitabha Buddha of the Western Elysium, and the attendants are Guanyin and the two Bodhisattvas of the Great Trend, who are collectively known as the "Three Sages of the West".

Guo Mo in his previous life also visited Shaolin Temple, but the Daxiong Hall at that time was built on the basis of the original site after the Ming Dynasty.

In contrast, it is not as good as the hall in front of you, which looks solemn and solemn.

Guo Mo took Huang Rong and came in front of the statue of Sakyamuni in the center, and everything that should be kneeling and worshipping is complete.

Burning incense is also a very particular thing.

It should be holding incense in the left hand and candle in the right hand, because ordinary people use their right hand to kill chickens and fish (if they are left-handed, then vice versa). ）

Light the incense first, the more prosperous the better, people often say that the incense is strong.

Hold the incense with your left hand on top and your right hand below, hold it high above your head, burn the incense and then prostrate your head.

When you go to the temple to burn incense, the quantity is also particular.

The three branches of incense burning are to show respect for the three treasures of Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, and also to express the past, present and future three lives.

And the three burns pray for themselves, the six burns pray for the blessings of two generations, and the nine burns pray for the blessings of three generations.

And thirteen is an extreme, and thirteen incense sticks are high incense with complete merits.

Guo Mo is a human being in two lifetimes, and on this trip to Shaolin, he is still a little hesitant in his heart, for fear of drawing out that great power.

So he chose the thirteen-note high incense, anyway, Guo Mo didn't care about taking a little more sesame oil money.

Seeing that Guo Mo chose the high incense of the thirteen notes, the monk also attached great importance to it, and the pilgrims who could take the thirteen notes on weekdays were really not very common.

Guo Mo respectfully and almost reverently, kneeling on the futon in front of the statue of Sakyamuni, chanting words in his mouth, and having his own knowledgeable monks to help.

At this time, Guo Mo was full of thoughts, but he didn't know what to pray, everything seemed so unreal, but Huang Rong was real, kneeling on his side.

After the incense, Guo Mo took out an ingot of gold from his arms, about ten taels.

"Little master, this is a little sesame oil money from Xiaosheng to your temple."

The monk took it easily, Rao is he receives countless guests who are incense all day long, but it is rare to see someone like Guo Mo who is generous.

After the incense, the monk took Guo Mo and Huang Rong to the meditation room to sit and have tea.

"Little master, Xiao Shengyuan is from Shandong. My mother was frail and sick a few years ago, and she was bedridden all the time, looking for medical advice everywhere, but she did not get better for many years. ”

"Fortunately, there was a monk who passed by last year, administered acupuncture and medicine, and the rest of the month was good."

"When I asked his name and surname, he smiled and didn't answer, only saying that he had placed an order in Zhongyue Shaolin Temple."

"Now my mother is already Kangtai, and she is a special child who is thousands of miles away, and she comes to Shaolin Temple to burn incense and make a wish."

"Amitabha, presumably the donor's mother, the auspicious people have their own natural appearance, and my Buddha is compassionate." Once again, the monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Before leaving, my mother repeatedly instructed that when I arrived in Shaolin, I must let Xiaosheng copy the scriptures by hand for nine days, and offer them to the Buddha for her, and hope that the little master will complete one or two." Guo Mo also learned from the appearance of a monk who knew the guest, and folded his hands in front of him.

"This ...... The benefactor to the Buddha's heart, the little monk understood, "The monk wanted to refuse, but when he touched the heavy gold ingot in his arms, he couldn't help but hesitate again."

As the saying goes: monks don't love money, the more the better.

Guo Mo saw the other party's hesitation, and hurriedly said: "Xiaosheng also wants to listen to the morning bell and dusk drum in your temple, bathe in the light of my Buddha, and reshape the golden body of my Buddha when he leaves." ”

"Amitabha, it's not that the little monk is unwilling, but it's really not the little monk who can decide on this matter." The monk of Zhike and the eleventh salute, "The two donors will wait for a while, and I will give an answer to the elders of the Ming Temple." ”

Then let Guo Mo and Huang Rong have tea in the meditation room, and the monk retreated by himself.

Silent ...... Childe, what are you doing here? Do you really want to copy the scriptures here? Seeing that the monk retreated, Huang Rong hurriedly lowered her voice and asked puzzledly.

Being in the Shaolin Temple, Guo Mo didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly gestured to Huang Rong with his eyes, and then said loudly.

"Tong'er, you know the old lady's entrustment before leaving. Moreover, this son has been yearning for Buddhist classics for a long time, and this time he just took this opportunity to pay more respects. ”

In a short time, the door of the meditation room opened again from the outside, and the monk walked in, followed by an elderly monk.

I saw this monk, about 50 years old and less than 60 years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his beard under his chin was already half white, only two eyes, which were bright and bright, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Amitabha, the two donors have been waiting for a long time, the old man is not vain, and he is the first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. I heard that the donor wants to copy the scriptures and worship the Buddha in the temple, I don't know if there is such a thing? ”

As he spoke, Zen Master Wufu looked at Guo Mo and Huang Rong.

"It turned out to be two dolls who knew martial arts, and this son's internal skills were extraordinary! Well, one of them is still a little girl? ”

The Zen master without delusion, his eyes are like torches, and he can see the details of the two at once, but his face is silent.

"It turned out to be the Zen Master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in person, and Xiaosheng Guo Mo was polite." Guo Mo hurriedly got up and saluted.

Guo Mo was keenly aware that the old monk in front of him must also be a master of both internal and external cultivation.

Don't look at the current Shaolin Temple, which has been closed for a hundred years and does not participate in the battle of the rivers and lakes, but the heritage deposited over the past hundreds of years is comparable to others.

Take the old monk in front of him as an example, according to Guo Mo's judgment, his martial arts may have already entered the first-class realm, and he is not under the "Danyangzi" Ma Yu and "Changchunzi" Qiu in the "Quanzhen Seven Sons".

Maybe it's higher, and it's the same level as the "Black Wind Double Evil".

Guo Mo took out the rhetoric he had with the monk before and told the Zen Master Wuyu again.

The Zen Master listened quietly, and there was no disbelief or disbelief on his face.

After Guo Mo finished speaking, the Wufu Zen Master asked coldly: "Master Guo, I don't know how that Senior Brother You Fang looked?" ”

"Is this suspicious of me?" Guo Mo was slightly stunned, and suddenly the appearance of a monk flashed in his mind, and he naturally replied.

"Back to the words of the old Zen master, the monk from Youfang is not kempt, he can't help drinking and meat, wearing a flowering monk's hat, holding a broken pu fan in his hand, and often hanging a wine gourd around his waist."

"Xiao Sheng also asked him why he is like this, isn't it against the precepts of Buddhism?"

"The monk said, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart'."

"Xiao Sheng only felt that he was arguing with strong words, just making excuses for eating meat and drinking wine for himself, so he retorted, 'In Buddhism, if everyone is like you, wouldn't the precepts be completely lost and the description destroyed?' ”

"The monk laughed again and replied, 'If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the path of demons.'"

"'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way. 'Amitabha, worthy of being a senior brother of Daoji, is not as ashamed as the old man. ”