Chronicle of the Year of Celebration (1) Mercy and Grace Temple

Although Dayan's Ci'en Temple is the same age as Guozuo and has been around for 500 years, it has always had few monks and a low reputation. The only thing that can prove its Buddha's longevity is only those old objects, the hundred-year-old camphor, the magnificent glazed top Daxiongbao Temple, and the old well at the mouth of the blue brick well that has been eaten for many years......

This is a very strange Buddhist temple, which does not preach Buddhism, does not reach out to believers, and moves the Buddha and the temple every more than 100 years, deliberately hiding its reputation in Gyeonggi, Dayan, as if waiting for something incomprehensible.

Monstrous absurdity.

Coincidentally

Recently, the children of Shengjing in Kyoto have also spread a strange thing, saying that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the prince of the Wu family of Tianjiao were drinking all day on the star-picking building, and the two of them fell from the upstairs when they were drinking, and the prince was safe and sound, but he knocked the head of the prince.

Then the prince lay on the bed and asked the imperial doctor to see him, and the prince knelt in front of Emperor Qingyou's bed and was scolded.

Originally, these things were very common, and the young sons and daughters of the four Tianjiao clans in Shengjing had many reckless behaviors, and they had heard of such things in Shengjing for a long time.

But the reason why this matter is strange is that some people rumored that the son of the Wu family of Tianjiao had stumbled into something unclean.

For example, strange forces are chaotic.

The tenth presiding officer of the Temple of Mercy and Grace is Venerable Yuan Hui, who was invited into the Tianjiao Wu Mansion, which was guarded by the Imperial Forest Army, shortly after the fall of the prince.

The twelve Tianjiao clans and the royal family Xu clan share weal and woe, and five hundred years ago they supported the Xu family, set the country's situation, settled the world, and made great contributions. And the Tianjiao clan is scarce, it is quite difficult to give birth, and the heirs are withered, and even the Tianjiao Zhang clan has completely disappeared in the torrent of history in the eleventh year of Shenjing because there is no successor, so every Tianjiao child is respected, and it is not difficult to explain why Tianjiao's children often act arbitrarily.

Under the leadership of the Wu family's housekeeper, Master Yuan Hui passed through the layers of patrolling royal forest troops and came to the Wu mansion.

Five hundred years is enough to smooth out many carved beams and paintings, and it can also give birth to a sense of heaviness that the rich can't have. The red lacquered walls and tiles of the Wu Mansion were a little gray and dark, and Master Yuan Hui walked under the eaves and was respectfully invited into the courtyard of Wu Shizi, who was dressed in white, leaning against the door frame, staring at the old stone table in the courtyard in a daze.

Master Yuanhui looked carefully after saluting, His Royal Highness the Prince looked a little sluggish, there were no obvious external injuries on his body, it was not like falling from the stairs, but like waking up from a big dream, people were emptying their brains and recalling the dream.

The old housekeeper who led Master Yuanhui into the hospital smiled bitterly and explained to Yuanhui: "The prince has been like this since he fell from the Star Picking Tower, and the imperial doctor who invited him diagnosed that his body was fine, and most of it was a heart disease. ”

Yuan Hui didn't say anything, lowered her eyes and recited the Buddha's name.

The old butler saluted: "Please, the old slave will retire." ”

The old housekeeper who came out of the hospital was waiting at the courtyard gate, and the copper kettle dripped at five o'clock, that is, an hour, Master Yuan Hui pushed open the courtyard door, and the old housekeeper looked into the courtyard through Yuan Hui, but did not see the son.

Master Yuan Hui saluted the old butler: "Trouble the butler, the old man asks to see Pingbei Gong." ”

The Duke of Pingbei is the head of the Wu family of Tianjiao, and the Duke of Pingbei is called Pingbei.

Yuan Hui noticed the old butler's inquiring eyes, smiled with relief, and continued: "Live up to expectations, His Royal Highness the Prince is opening Su Hui. ”

The old housekeeper is staggering, as the housekeeper of the Tianjiao clan, he is also well-informed, and naturally knows that the word Suhui comes from Buddhism, which means innate wisdom, but the son of the world has opened the innate wisdom, which generation is this congenital? What kind of wisdom is this?

The old housekeeper was worried, so he didn't ask much, and hurriedly took Yuan Hui to the main courtyard of the mansion.

Lesser-known, in the corner of the royal garden in northwest Gyeonggi is a particularly dilapidated Buddhist temple, and if you carefully wipe the dusty stone plaque, you may be able to distinguish the three characters of Ci'en Temple.

There are fierce beasts in the royal garden that were stocked during the period of Emperor Shenjing, and ordinary people avoid them, except for the autumn hunt organized by the royal Xu family every year, there is no human habitation.

But on the same day that Venerable Yuan Hui was invited into the Wu Mansion, a young Taoist priest with a hibiscus crown on his head and a dragon embroidered on his robe came from outside the dilapidated Buddhist temple.

The Taoist priest stood outside the temple, staring at the floating and deposited dust with a little disgust, flicking his wide sleeves, preferring to sit on the ground rather than enter the temple.

The temple, also known as the Temple of Mercy and Grace, is extraordinarily simple, with only one stupa and one hall topped by an unknown Buddha statue.

Small Buddha small temple small pagoda.

Perhaps feeling the arrival of the Taoist priest, the Buddha statue sitting on the throne opened its eyes unbelievably, shook off the dust, and walked off the Buddha platform, this Buddha statue turned out to be not a civil stone, but a sleeping old monk!

The old monk walked step by step to the outside of the Buddhist temple, the dust on the robe fell without wind, and slowly returned to the dust-free and clear realm, and when the Buddha door was opened, the old monk was already kind and kind, and the demeanor of the Buddha.

If ordinary people see this scene, they will definitely bow to the old monk and say that the living Buddha is alive.

And the dragon Taoist sneered: "Have you woken up, old man?" ”

The old monk was calm about this: "The little Taoist chief doesn't want to fight for the people of Su Hui this time, why do you come to the old monk?" ”

The mockery on the face of the dragon Taoist priest was even stronger: "Old man, didn't you send this generation of Yuan Hui, the head of the Ci'en Temple, to the Tianjiao clan?" There's no need to pretend here, maybe you will let Yuan Hui spread rumors, saying that the Wu family kid has stumbled into something evil, so Dao Ye and I can't get close to the Wu family kid at all. ”

The old monk smiled kindly: "The little Taoist leader fought for the Su Hui of the Tianjiao Chen clan last time, isn't the old monk allowed to fight this time?" ”

Daoist Longshi disagreed, and got up and patted his ass regardless of his demeanor: "As far as the heart and eye of the six generations of the three swords of the Chen family, there are many who can trap Daoist Master me to death." ”

Daoist Monk Chan turned to leave, learned the demeanor of an old monk, pretended to smile kindly, and left a meaningful sentence: "Old man, what about the people of Su Hui left to you this time?" When the next generation of Tianjiao children reach adulthood, it will be the time for the Tianjiao era to come to an end. ”

The old monk watched the dragon Taoist go away, thinking about the meaningful words left behind, no longer unfazed, and frowned.

The old monk muttered: "The Tianjiao era is completely over? How dare the little Taoist be sure that it will not be a new start in the era of immortals? ”

The old monk exhaled deeply, lowered his eyes and recited the Buddha's name.

A sentence of Amitabha Buddha was unheard of, and it dissipated in the dilapidated Temple of Mercy and Grace.