There are more than a dozen large and small Taoist temples, temples and nunnery in Beicheng, all of which are gathered behind Fahua Temple, and this medium-sized temple is crowded with people.

In the past, the festival would definitely not be so lively, and the Fahua Temple would selectively invite, but this year, all the registered Taoist temples, temples and nunnery, the person in charge has received invitations, and some are even paper invitations sent by the little novice of the Fahua Temple in person, and even widely advertised, so that some folk "immortals" also participated.

This phenomenon left many people scratching their heads, so they gathered together to discuss it.

"What's going on this year? Why is there such a big battle? ”

"It's hard to say, it seems to be a lot more relaxed, and I still know people who make a lot of money by telling fortunes on the Internet."

"As soon as you talk about fortune-telling on the Internet, I think of one, the aunt and grandmother of the Su family."

"Yes, yes, this milk baby, it's amazing, I also watched her live broadcast last time, and she can open people's yin and yang eyes in the air!"

"Why didn't this little aunt come today?"

When these people were talking about Mianmian, Yongjue and Qingxu got together.

Unlike those scattered folk warlocks, the two are the owners of orthodox temples and Taoist temples, and they both wear "uniforms" in such grand events.

Yongjue is wearing a red robe with gold trim, his old face is wrinkled, and his body is thin.

Qingxu was dressed in a purple robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and wearing a lotus crown with a golden lotus flower on his head, which was also thin.

The two old men stood together, first looking up and down, and then snorted coldly.

Yongjue took the lead and said: "Niubi, you look really energetic." ”

Qingxu said: "Isn't the spirit of the old way a matter of course? It's you, I heard that the incense of your Shifang Temple is not as good as here, so you don't have any ideas in your heart? ”

"What do you care about?" Yongjue smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and smiled deeply.

Qingxu was too lazy to say anything to Yongjue, looked at the sun that had just risen in the sky, and said in a rather dull tone: "Little sister Mianmian is still sleeping now, tsk, let Lao Dao and you, the old bald donkey, stand together, and affect Lao Dao's mood." ”

"Heh, the old man hasn't said that you affect the old man's mood, do you have the face to say it first?" Yongjue had a cold face and didn't want to speak.

The two stood at the front arguing, and the disciples and grandchildren in the back also looked at each other. They have long known that the Lord and the Abbot will be like this when they meet, but they can't help but say in their hearts: The Lord and the Abbot are really old urchins!

Some people who haven't seen Mianmian himself are also looking forward to it because of the dialogue between Qingxu and Yongjue.

How powerful is the aunt and grandmother of the Su family?

In fact, it is not only they who are praying, but the abbot of Hokkeji Temple, Yonghui, is also looking forward to meeting Mianmian. He sat upright on the podium of the puja, an old monk wearing the same robe as Yongjue, twisting the beads and smiling.

Time passed minute by minute, and the monks of Fahua Temple came to distribute vegetarian steamed buns.

When everyone answered, they couldn't help but ask: "Your abbot Yonghui sent an invitation to invite us to participate in the Dharma today, why didn't you start preaching this time?" ”

"It's already started at this point."

"That's right."

These scattered people are not necessarily practicing Buddhism, but they also want to get a little insight from the monks. These realizations, which they may not be able to realize for ten or twenty years, are of great benefit to their spiritual practice.

The monks of Fahua Temple were also willing to listen to their opinions, and when they heard that everyone was asking, they chose a representative to come to the stage and whispered in the ear of Abbot Yonghui.

Yonghui listened, folded his hands and recited the Dharma name: "Amitabha! It's not that the old man doesn't want to start, but in fact, there is an important guest who has not yet arrived. ”

Everyone asked who this important guest was.

Yonghui said: "This guest is a descendant of the Jiang family, and now in the Su family, the donors on the Internet respect her as a little aunt and grandmother." However, she and Lao Wei are considered to be the same generation, and they are considered to be Lao Gao's junior sister. ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

Just now they were still discussing this little aunt and grandmother, but they didn't expect that Master Yonghui didn't give a lecture in advance today just because of the little aunt and grandmother? What's the need for this? A small child, maybe he can't get out of bed in the morning?

This kind of child who can't get up, no matter how smart he is, he probably doesn't have a huigen, so what's there to wait for?

Isn't that a waste of all their time?

Everyone came to the festival so cooperatively, they all wanted to make some progress, and the festival will be from today to two days and two nights, and if you miss it, you won't have a chance.

At this moment, the impression of Mianmian in the hearts of these people was instantly bad.

As the minutes passed, everyone complained a lot.

Yongjue twisted his eyebrows.

The ghost gate is about to open, in fact, it is not only at night that it will begin to affect the mortal world, but also during the day. Fahua Temple is an important place for Buddhism, and it should be full of Buddha's light, but at this time, it is shrouded in a shadow because of the words of these people.

Qingxu also saw this, he shook the dust, squinting at Yonghui on the platform.

Taoism has a name, and Buddhism also has it.

Yonghui and Yongjue are monks of the same generation, but their temperaments are completely different. Yonghui has a smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha all day long, so that people don't know what he is thinking.

Qingxu thought about the information obtained by cooperating with the Su family, and tapped his fingers on the dust handle.

Yonghui seems to have cooperated with the Fallen God Cult, and through this puja, he also wants to see if he can see anything. It's just that Yonghui's purpose is not too direct, and he deliberately makes these people hate his aunt and grandmother, isn't it?

On the platform, Yonghui's gaze made contact with Qingxu, Yonghui bowed slightly, closed his eyes and twisted the Buddha beads.

The other people in the venue, seeing that they had been complaining and couldn't make Yonghui change their minds, preached the scriptures in advance, so they had to close their mouths and sit cross-legged, and also closed their eyes and practiced.

waited until half past nine, and finally, at the entrance of the square of Fahua Temple, Su Chenjin appeared with Mianmian in his arms.

Seeing that everyone closed their eyes and didn't speak, the atmosphere at the scene was solemn, and his expression immediately became embarrassed.

She was indeed late!

I wanted to get up on my own, but I was too sleepy.

A monk from Fahua Temple led her and Su Chenjin inside, talking as they walked: "The donor, please." ”

The sound of the words provoked the people who were meditating on the ground to open their eyes and look at Mianmian one after another. Wherever they sat there were futons, with only a path in between.

At first, it was just people on both sides of the road who heard the sound and got out of the meditative state, and then they shouted one by one, and everyone looked at Mianmian.

Mian Mian was in Su Chenjin's arms, his big eyes were also dripping, and his eyes moved on the person sitting on the ground. Occasionally, when she saw a few people who couldn't see the fate line, she would look at them twice and try to remember them.

"It's finally here."

"Yes, yes, this kid is really big, and he brought so many people!"

"Is this a playground for the puja? Why are they all little dolls? ”

Some people who are good at Taoism, seeing a faint light flickering on Yang Xian's forehead, couldn't help but sigh: "This offspring is only eighteen years old, and his talent is so good, he actually opened his eyes between his eyebrows?" ”

The level of the Heavenly Eye is much higher than that of the Yin and Yang Eye, and not everyone who cultivates can open it, and their abilities after opening it are also different. After most people practice, they just open their yin and yang eyes, but they also put gold on their faces, saying that they are the eyes of heaven.

Su Chenjin had long legs, and after a while, he walked to the front of the stage.

He also knew the rules, and after putting Mianmian down, he first folded his hands and saluted Abbot Yonghui, and then introduced: "Grandma, this is the abbot of Fahua Temple, Master Yonghui." ”

Mianmian is actually looking at Yonghui.

The little milk dumpling opened the eye of the sky, and could only see the eye of the sky, and Yonghui was surrounded by golden light. Those are the values of faith and merits, which represent that Abbot Yonghui is also a Buddhist who usually does more good deeds.

She also saw Yonghui's past, and saw a clever and intelligent little monk who was always praised by others.

Mianmian tilted her head, feeling strange.

If Abbot Yonghui is such a good abbot, then why do the clues point to Fahua Temple?

(End of chapter)