Xicheng, Tai'an Temple.

Master Guanghong stood in front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Treasure Hall, his eyes calmly looking into the distance, and the prayer beads in his hand were turning one by one.

Although the construction of palaces and temples in the downtown area is not conducive to Qing cultivation, the incense is the most prosperous. At this time, it is not yet noon, the pilgrims of Tai'an Temple are already in an endless stream, and the green smoke in the furnace can be seen clearly across several streets, which is comparable to the temple outside the city?

"Master Guanghong."

"Amitabha."

Whenever an acquaintance of pilgrims passed by and greeted him, he also bowed his head and smiled in response, but his heart was not as calm as on the surface.

The night before he sent the Yaksha to the city to trouble the nosy monk, but he never returned, and he lost contact with himself without making a sound - the method of the paper Yaksha is not to find a piece of paper to draw the appearance and runes of the Yaksha. In order for the Yaksha to come alive and spiritual, it must be accumulated for a long time, and in order for the Yaksha to be able to conjure up a strong body that is difficult to destroy, it must also be constantly refined.

Those two pieces of paper are consumables, and if they are gone, they will be gone, but if they lose their spirituality, they will have to start all over again.

Years of accumulation, two of the three misses.

Master Guanghong knew that the other party was not simple, but he was really unwilling.

With the idea of "maybe the other party just happened to see that this was a paper yaksha and happened to know that it should be restrained with fire, so he would win first", last night Master Guanghong sent the dream ghost he had been offering for many years to start the second fight.

But unexpectedly, the spell was cast during the third watch, and the dream ghost had not returned until the fifth watch, and it was not until the sky was about to dawn that he returned late.

It was the other party who posted a talisman at the door.

This talisman alone made the dream ghost wander outside the door, anxious and unable to enter, and had to come back when it was almost dawn.

Dream ghosts often enter people's dreams, they can make dreams, or nightmares or sweet dreams, they are a big helper for him to deceive incense, and they can also take people's lives in dreams, and the gods and ghosts do not know. After many years of offering incense from the temple, the dream ghost is not comparable to ordinary demons and ghosts in terms of ability and intelligence, but he was stopped by a small talisman.

Master Guanghong was immediately shocked.

Except for Yaksha and Dream Ghost, he doesn't have many skills, and now he doesn't know where he is, the other party's skills are far above his own.

In a state of panic, he ordered the last paper Nakshatra and a few paper soldiers to wait in the house, until he heard the temple bells at dawn, and his heart calmed down. A disciple came to call him to eat, and he was finally freed from his panic and gradually came to his senses.

The other party first came to Yidu, how did he know that he did it?

Yidu is so big and there is a vast sea of people, how can you find him? Who would dare to think that it was the senior monk of Tai'an Temple who drove ghosts and harmed people at night?

Before you know it, it's noon.

Master Guanghong turned his head to see that the little novice was ringing the bell in the attic.

………………

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The melodious sound of the bell came far away.

Song You was dressed in an old robe and walked up the stairs.

The three-flowered cat followed him, constantly looking left and right.

There are many pilgrims around him.

Among them, you can also see a lot of people in the rivers and lakes, I don't know if they are used to staying in the temple, or they have mixed into the city gate but there is still no way to guide them, so they have to stay here.

"The incense is so prosperous."

As a monk from a Taoist temple and the heir of a Taoist temple, Song You is half a fellow monk here. Seeing so many pilgrims at this time, his first thought was to calculate how much incense money he could collect every day according to Fulongguan's revenue model.

The head of the house must take care of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The monks also have to eat.

"Meow~"

The three-flowered cat echoed him behind him, and at the same time raised his head high, looking at the Buddha statues in the palace on the left and right, and at the huge incense-filled stove.

If they had known that the place they came to was someone else's temple, they probably wouldn't have wanted to come. If he had known that it was such a big temple, and that every god was golden, and the cigarettes were like clouds, it would never have come.

Now I have to go forward.

"Meow~"

Try to pretend to be a normal cat.

Song You didn't understand what it was saying, but he also slowed down, waited for it to catch up, and walked side by side with it, watching as he went.

Take a look at the best practices of your peers.

In terms of expanding believers and absorbing incense, Dayan's Buddhism is a dimensionality reduction blow to Taoism.

Dayan's Taoism pays attention to freewheeling and comfortable, prefers to live and practice in the way he wants, and he doesn't necessarily pay attention to pilgrims when he comes, and often doesn't even take the gold lord seriously.

Compared to Buddhism, it is somewhat high.

The Buddhism of Dayan was much more specialized in this area, and they not only had a stronger willingness to preach, but also were more able to cater to the ideas of the believers and those in power.

Buddhism's business should also be more extensive.

Take Tai'an Temple as an example -

In addition to incense and incense oil, selling talismans and all kinds of consecration items, exorcism and curing diseases, white affairs, naming and other businesses, they also provide accommodation, loans and other services, some large monasteries have thousands of acres of land, which can also be rented to tenants to obtain income, and even some monasteries in the city also have the function of commercial markets, where vendors set up stalls and have to pump water for them.

As for Dayan's Taoist temple......

You have to wait for the night to see the mood of the Lord.

"It's not comparable."

It stands to reason that this world is full of gods and Buddhas, Taoism, as the local religion of Dayan, occupies the right time and place, and the head of the Heavenly Palace, at least in the legend of Dayan, the Emperor of Tiangong Chijin has the authority to command the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and will not let foreign Buddhism prevail so easily. However, the fact is that since Buddhism entered Dayan, it has gained a firm foothold with its strong operational ability and cohesion, and has expanded rapidly.

Song You didn't have any thoughts about this.

is a fake Taoist, and he actually understands in his heart that gods and ghosts come from people, and there is no essential difference between the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism. It is also difficult to distinguish between those who worship Buddha and those who worship Buddha and those who worship Buddha and suppress Buddha.

It's just people.

While thinking so, Song You had already walked around the temple and walked to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall in the middle.

Stopped at the door.

When I looked up, there were door couplets written on both sides:

Be a good person, have a positive heart and a stable soul;

Do some good deeds, God knows how to learn from ghosts and gods.

Song You smiled and stepped through the door.

The smell of incense was blowing in the face.

I saw that the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in the middle was solemn, the surrounding Bodhisattvas were either kind and kind-eyed, or compassionate to the heavens and compassionate, and the Dharma Protectors on both sides were majestic and angry.

Cigarettes curled like clouds.

Many pilgrims knelt on the futon, men, women and children, some prayed silently, some chanted, some kowtowed and got up to leave, and people kept coming in from outside the door and kneeling on his futon.

Thousands of wishes are shining, hotter than the sun.

A jumble of voices reached his ears.

There are those who ask the Bodhisattva to help treat the serious illness of their families, those who ask the Buddha to bless the business to go smoothly, and those who are expected to have a son like a dragon, and those who can't give birth to children, and the voice of desire and pleading is in the ears.

"Alas......"

There is no shortage of three incense sticks in front of the Buddha, and there are more than ten thousand sorrows in life.

Song You sighed and looked left and right, but he didn't see any monks here.

Look at the time, it's already time for dinner.

He also went to put on the three sticks of incense, and when he looked back at the three-flowered cat, he saw that it was hiding outside the threshold of the main hall, the threshold was higher than it, and its two front paws pulled the threshold, mostly standing, so that a small head poked out from above the threshold, and looked at him with a blank eye.

Song You smiled and walked out again.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Wuguantang."

"What's that?"

"A place to eat."

"Are you going to dinner?"

"Yes, too."

Song You thought of this, suddenly stopped again, and put a few copper plates into the merit box, and then he decided to have lunch here: "I heard that the fast meal in Tai'an Temple is quite famous, I don't know if I will let you in." ”

"Oh......"

Sanhua Niangniang was shocked by the top bosses in her peers before, and now she hasn't come to her senses, and she subconsciously doesn't dare to make a mistake in this place, so she only promises.

Fortunately, the novice of Wuguantang did not stop it.

It was bustling with good men and women, and there were also many monks eating. The monks and pilgrims of this Tai'an Temple eat together, but most of them are monks and monks sitting together, and pilgrims and pilgrims sit together.

Song You's eyes swept around, his eyes were indifferent, and then he walked towards one of the few vacant seats.

"Mage, can I sit here?"

Master Guanghong subconsciously looked at Song You——

His status in Tai'an Temple is not low, and it is also in the hearts of all pilgrims, even if the monks of Tai'an Temple eat with pilgrims, but in order to show respect, most pilgrims will not sit at a table with him, often only distinguished guests have the courage to come or be invited by him.

This one doesn't look like a distinguished guest.

But seeing that this person was unfamiliar, and seeing that Wuguantang was almost full, he almost had a plan in his heart.

In any case, he categorically refused it.

"Donor, please."

"Thank you."

Song You sat down with a smile and dined at the same table with Master Guanghong, the other two monks, and the three nobles.

There were no good dishes, with sour radish, bean curd and two plates of side dishes, he drank a bowl of green vegetable porridge, felt that there was no special taste, and he roughly understood in his heart that the fame of the rice here may be due to the friendliness to the lower classes and the long-term soup kitchen.

At the same time, the people at the same table finished eating one after another, and left the table with their hands, but Master Guanghong had some worries and ate more slowly.

As he ate, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Master Guanghong."

As soon as Master Guanghong looked up, he saw that the young pilgrim at the back was looking at him lightly.

At some point, a cat sat next to him.

"Amitabha."

Master Guanghong put aside the sorrow in his heart for the time being, and also put the chopsticks horizontally on the bowl, and bowed together, with a gentle voice:

"Does the donor recognize the poor monk?"

"Yes."

I saw the pilgrim smile and say, still staring at himself, and then he spoke again: "But Master Guanghong doesn't seem to recognize me. ”

"Huh?"

Master Guanghong suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and hurriedly confessed: "The poor monk is forgetful, and he doesn't know how to respect the benefactor......

"The surname is Song Mingyou."

"Who?"

Master Guanghong was suddenly startled, and his eyes widened.

It attracted the attention of many people at once.