All the monks who heard the gong took steady steps, put on their monk's robes, and walked towards the main scripture hall.

The exquisite big temple is also a complete "mandala", just like the current endless white pagoda temple, the big scripture hall as the most important building of the temple, it is an extremely vast building, many large festivals, grand gatherings are carried out here, and the same is true of "great almsgiving".

The red-clothed monks in the Great Scripture Hall all sat down one after another, and after sounding the Dharma Gong, the monks who sat in the Great Scripture Hall in advance, regardless of their status, took out their own bowls and put them in front of their eyes, even the Mingfa Elder was no exception, he just sat in the most important and special position, waiting for the beginning of the Great Charity.

Then came the monks from outside, and they sat down from the side of the main hall one by one, according to their age, and took out their bowls from their bosoms, and placed them in front of them, waiting for the beginning of almsgiving.

After the red-clothed monk standing at the door of the Great Scripture Hall was sure that the time was up and he could start, he blew the conch on his waist and made a dull sound, signaling that this great charity could begin.

Immediately, the monk in the kitchen put the ghee into the boiling tea and stirred it constantly. Immediately a monk with a teapot, starting with the first monk of the highest rank, poured it into their bowls one by one, over and over again.

It didn't stop until the third time.

The monks in charge of the kitchen were like busy worker ants, constantly going in and out, until the last bowl of tea was drunk by Elder Mingfa, and the red-clothed monk standing at the door of the main scripture hall took out the conch again and blew it again.

Subsequently, the white rice porridge boiled the day before, buckets by the yellow-clothed monks in the logistics carried in, in the eyes of the monks, crushed and put in brown sugar and raisins, and after being stirred by other monks, they were put into the bowls of the monks who were licked clean.

Everyone is a bowl.

Even the first monk is no exception.

No more, no less, when receiving alms, these monks who have received alms, regardless of their status, must bow together and thank the yellow-clothed monk who gives porridge, even if it is the Ming Dharma.

It shows the gratitude of the monks to the givers.

Everything was in order, and the monk who had finished his meal wiped down his bowl and placed it in front of him.

For the monks, it is not a shame to lick their bowl clean, it is a skill that every monk has to learn, eat, lick the bowl clean, and put the bowl into his arms.

This is the case in every monastery, because it is an act that the Buddha and the great masters of the tantric realm appreciated and promoted. No matter how picky the monks are in private, how picky they are, and how much they despise the givers, in this kind of almsgiving scene, everyone needs to lick their bowl clean and thank them many times.

Don't say it's a head, Elder Mingfa.

Even if the Presiding Venerable is here, he has to lick his bowl clean, without a trace of residue.

And thanked the giver several times.

These yellow-robed monks are very skilled in business, one monk returns the salute, one monk gives alms, and one monk pushes the porridge bucket and continues to give alms downward.

The whole almsgiving needs to be completed in half an hour, and there must be no timeout.

Therefore, everything in every "great almsgiving" must be prepared in such a short period of time, so that it can be carried out directly in this temple, and when it is carried out, every monk needs to finish the meal at a very fast speed, and every step must be strictly kept in place for a period of time.

This is the precept.

In the midst of this great almsgiving, there are also ordination monks who stand aside and take care of every aspect that may go wrong.

So after the last young monk finished eating the porridge rice in the bowl, the yellow-clothed monk immediately left with the porridge bucket.

Another group of yellow-clothed monks came on the field, they were all in their arms, still starting from Elder Mingfa, the yellow-clothed monk took out five copper coins from the blanket and put them in Elder Mingfa's bowl.

Elder Mingfa saluted again, and the yellow-clothed monk returned again.

Each monk receives the same alms, but the number of portions is different.

Ordinary monks only have one copy, such as Elder Mingfa, he has ten shares, and the Cangyu monk in charge of this matter may have eight or nine copies like this.

There are six or seven copies of the precept monks.

Lu Feng stood aside, quietly watching this big charity go on as scheduled, without any waves.

Strangely, Lu Feng didn't feel any excitement in his body now.

He had only one very peaceful "observation".

As if this matter had nothing to do with him.

After all the alms were over, the red-robed monk standing in front of the main hall began to applaud again.

Suddenly, Elder Mingfa opened his voice, and all the monks below also echoed, and the monks sitting outside were the same, this is praise and praise.

It is the last link in the whole Great Charity.

Hearing the praise, Lu Feng saw the Zhiyun monk standing next to him with his hands folded, bowing his head, Lu Feng bowed with his hands together, and those monks bowed slightly.

Indicates a return gift.

After this final session, Elder Mingfa didn't say anything and stood up and left.

The red-clothed monk who was about to applaud was a little stunned - according to the regulations, he applauded Elder Mingfa again before he should leave, which was not quite in line with the process, but the other party was Elder Mingfa, so he reacted very quickly, immediately coughed, pretended that nothing had happened, and let Elder Mingfa leave.

The rest of the red-clothed monks also consciously followed Elder Mingfa and left, never in front of Lu Feng, Lu Feng did not move, and his heart was not wavering.

Compared with everything that happened last night, these things that happened today could not stir Lu Feng's heart.

Even Lu Feng already had an expectation in his heart.

Lu Feng just folded his hands and greeted the monks leaving.

It wasn't until all the red-robed monks, except for Zhiyun monks, had left that the Cangyu monks standing at the door applauded again, and when they heard the message, the older monks left first, and the younger ones left in order.

In the end, it was the turn of the Cangyu monk, the Cangyu monk glanced at Lu Feng and Zhiyun Seng with some fear, gritted his teeth, or came over to salute Zhiyun monk, but did not dare to deal with Lu Feng, as if Lu Feng had some terrible dragon disease, and left quickly.

Zhiyun Monk was not surprised by this at all.

He said to Lu Feng, "Let's go, leave with me, let's go and choose a master, but so far, you haven't told me which Buddha-figure you want to worship." ”

Descending the stairs, Lu Feng heard the words and said slowly: "Lord Ming." ”

Hearing this, Monk Zhiyun paused, and he said, "Do you know that there is another way of wisdom in this temple, called Vajra Bodhi Maha Mahamudra, if you want to take this as the fundamental method, there are many masters in this temple who can be your deity guru to help you grow."

As for the king. ”

Zhiyun Monk was silent for a long time and said, "You are cautious. ”