Changdeng Temple is the largest temple in Jieshui City, presiding over the Buddhist Dharma of Changming Holy Monk is profound, and his morality is highly respected.

Around mid-May every year, the Changdeng Temple will hold the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference under the auspices of the Changming Holy Monk, and then the Ten Thousand Buddhas will come to the court, and the grand occasion is unprecedented.

Ten thousand Buddha cinnabar is a special cinnabar that needs to be used when transcribing the scriptures at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, which is very important, and is often made by the holy monks of Chang Ming by hand, and can be completed after half a year.

Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar is related to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, and the preciousness is self-evident. Fortunately, Xue Baiqi's painting skills are very, and Buddhism, painting skills are equally amazing Changming monks are fellow practitioners, often invited into the Changdeng Temple to add color to the Buddha statue, and save a lot of Buddha fate.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is imminent, these days are their only chance, and after the two discussed, they decided to go to the Changdeng Temple to ask for cinnabar the day before the conference.

And so, a few more days passed, and the time came to the day before the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference.

On this day, Meng Li came to Baiqi Painting Workshop again.

Before entering the door, Fan Xianlin walked out of Shanxiuzhai on the opposite side and shouted softly to Meng Li: "Master Meng!"

Fan Xianlin is a very cute woman, especially a pair of big eyes, which impresses her heart, but her appearance at this time makes Meng Li puzzled.

"Miss Fan, is this?"

Fan Xianlin did not answer the rhetorical question. "You're going to the Long Lantern Temple?"

Meng Li nodded and said, "Yes, do you have any questions?"

Fan Xianlin took out a cloth bag from behind him and handed it to Meng Li.

"The Changming Holy Monk of Changdeng Temple is a very good person, when you go to Changdeng Temple, can you help me bring this thing to him. ”

Meng Li glanced at the workshop, his expression a little puzzled.

Fan Xianlin explained: "Brother Xue doesn't know about this, and I don't want him to know. ”

Meng Li didn't ask why, just nodded, took the cloth bag and said, "Okay, I'll definitely bring it." ”

At this time, Meng Li did not realize that this cloth bag would play a vital role in the trip to Changdeng Temple.

Seeing off Fan Xianlin, Meng Li walked into the Baiqi Painting Workshop and went to the Changdeng Temple with Xue Baiqi, who had been prepared a long time ago.

On the way, Xue Baiqi noticed the cloth bag in Meng Li's hand, and after asking questions, he was perfunctory by Meng Li.

Outside the Changdeng Temple, there is a tide of people.

In front of the gate of the temple, there is a large bronze furnace with a length and width.

The furnace is an incense burner used to burn incense and worship, and at this time the furnace has been filled with incense stalks, red wooden stalks, like shrunken dense woods, revealing prosperity and busyness.

"Why are there so many people?"

When Meng Li saw this picture of the peak of incense, he couldn't help but secretly speak.

In his impression, the temple should be far away from the hustle and bustle, deserted, and do not eat the fireworks of the world.

Can ...... now

Where is this temple, it is clearly a scenic spot for sightseeing!

Xue Baiqi knew the grand occasion of the Changdeng Temple, and said indifferently: "The incense of the Changdeng Temple has always been very good, plus tomorrow is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, and it is normal for there to be more people." ”

The two walked to the door with the flow of people, and the doorkeeper was a handsome little monk, who was quite surprised to see Xue Baiqi.

"Master Xue, you're here!"

Xue Baiqi clasped his hands together and said, "Master Yuanjue, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The little monk known as the master said shyly: "The donor's words are serious, the little monk has been in the temple for a short time, and he can't be a master." ”

Xue Baiqi smiled and said, "I want to meet the Holy Monk Changming, can Master Yuanjue make it convenient?"

"The donor is a good friend of the master, so naturally there is no problem. ”

The little monk Yuanjue folded his hands, bowed slightly, and walked towards the courtyard with them after speaking.

Xue Baiqi hurriedly followed, turned his head and whispered to Meng Li, who had a curious face behind him: "This little master of Yuanjue is a closed disciple of Changming Holy Monk, don't look at his young age, but his Buddhism is not bad, and he likes others to call him master the most." ”

"Well, no, you just called him master, he didn't ......"

"That's because he is humble with you, if you dare to change your words, see if he will show you a face. ”

"That's too realistic!"

Buddhism pays attention to the quiet mind and inaction, and abstains from greed and hatred.

This Yuanjue monk is greedy for vanity and is so obsessed with the word master, isn't he guilty of obsession?

"You don't understand, it's called meditation, and it's a very profound practice in Buddhism. ”

First be foolish and then quit, cut off the desire and break the root, focus on thoughts, and feel and control the five constants.

Yuan Jue, who was walking in front, heard the two of them talking, turned around and asked, "What are the two donors talking about?"

The two hurriedly waved their hands and said in unison, "It's nothing." ”

The young monk, who was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, led the way, taking a remote and uninhabited path.

On the way, they met two great monks who were over thirty years old, and when they saw the short Master Yuanjue, they immediately stopped, folded their hands and shouted respectfully, "Uncle Yuanjue." ”

The little monk Yuanjue is worthy of being a closed disciple of the Changming Holy Monk, and his seniority is frighteningly high.

In the temple, there are nine bends and eighteen bends, and the wing rooms are connected to the wing rooms.

The little monk Yuanjue took Meng Xue and the others all the way inside, made many detours, and finally stopped in front of a large hall.

"The family teacher is in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the two donors, please wait a while, and wait for the little monk to go and pass it on. "The little monk clasped his hands together, his round bald head, shining brightly in the sun.

Xue Baiqi said politely: "I'm tired." ”

The little monk opened and closed the door, and the next moment he had entered the hall.

Meng Li raised his head and looked at the hall in front of him.

Towering palace, mysterious and solemn. There is a large black plaque hanging on the door beam, which reads "Ten Thousand Buddha Hall".

The pen is sharp and imposing.

Meng Li looked at the three words on the plaque, and suddenly entered a strange state of no distractions, and the whole person calmed down.

Within a moment, the little monk walked out of the main hall, only to see him push the door open inward, point to the inside of the main hall and say, "Master has promised to meet guests, please come with me." ”

The two glanced at each other, followed behind Yuan Jue, and walked into the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall.

In the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas, ten thousand Buddhas stand together.

Meng Li, who entered the Buddha hall, in addition to seeing one tall Buddha statue after another, also smelled a faint fragrance that could calm people's hearts.

Sunlight poured into the hall through the high windows, illuminating a figure in the center of the main hall.

It was a wizened old monk, sitting cross-legged with his back to the crowd.

The old monk's back is rickety, thin and weak, giving people a sense of crumbling. And he is the most prestigious Changming holy monk in the Changdeng Temple.

Hearing a sound behind him, the holy monk, who is now over eighty years old, slowly got up and looked behind him.

"How is Lord Xue lately?"

The old monk's face was old, but his eyes were bright and wise.

"Thank you to the holy monk for your concern, Bai Qi is fine. Xue Baiqi hurriedly bowed, respectful and polite.

The old monk smiled and said: "Not long ago, I calculated that you were in a difficult situation, and I wanted Yuan Jue to inform you, and I also calculated that you had noble people to help, so I didn't do it many times. ”

Xue Baiqi was shocked when he heard this, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly. "The holy monk is clever, Bai Qi admires. ”

"It's a pity, no matter how good the poor monk's arithmetic is, he can't count himself as a good luck and evil!" The old monk was already old and weak, and he couldn't stand for a long time, and after only saying two words, his breath was already a little disordered.

Seeing this scene, the little monk Yuanjue hurriedly stepped forward and carefully helped his master, who was close to the end of the candle, to a futon.

The old monk waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "Alas, it's old, it's old, let Master Xue laugh." Hey, who is this benefactor?"

He looked at Meng Li, and seemed to have just noticed that there was such a person.

Xue Baiqi smiled: "This is the noble person below." ”

Meng Li clasped his hands into fists, performed martial arts etiquette, and said solemnly: "In the Xiamu Sword Martial Arts Hall Meng Li, I have seen the holy monk Changming. ”

Hearing Meng Li's self-report, the old monk's eyes flashed, and he said: "Some time ago, I heard that a new martial arts hall was opened in Beicheng District, which shocked the whole city in a short period of time. ”

Meng Li was neither humble nor arrogant: "The holy monk praised it falsely. ”

The old monk nodded, looked at Xue Baiqi, and asked, "Why did Master Xue come this time?"

Tomorrow is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, and the holy monks of Chang Ming are copying the scriptures here today, and they will not meet the guests unless they encounter an emergency.

Xue Baiqi is an old benefactor of Changdeng Temple, and he is a friend of Danqing, knowing that this mellow friend will not disturb for no reason, so he made an exception to meet and ask the reason.

Xue Baiqi said bluntly: "Don't hide it from the holy monk, Bai Qi came here this time to ask the holy monk for something. ”

"But the donor said it was okay. The old monk spread his palms apart, one hand standing still in front of his chest, and the other palm was gently raised.

Xue Baiqi said: "I want to ask the holy monk for half a box of Ten Thousand Buddha cinnabar." ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly fell silent.

The old monk looked at Xue Baiqi calmly, and after a few breaths of silence, he sighed lightly: "The donor should know that this Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar refining is not easy, and it is the finishing touch at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, and the stakes are very high. ”

Xue Baiqi said with a bitter face: "Bai Qi knows that this request is a bit rude, if it is not for difficulties, he will not dare to do so." ”

The old monk shook his head and said: "The Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference is very important, and it is related to whether the Buddha is prosperous or not in more than a dozen temples in Shuicheng. This Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar is the key to the success or failure of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, there can be no mistakes, forgive the poor monks for being selfish, can not agree. ”

Xue Baiqi sighed, and immediately showed a wry smile.

Sure enough, it still failed.

If you can't ask for ten thousand Buddha cinnabar, it is reasonable, Xue Baiqi's trip was originally with the intention of giving it a try, but in this way, he was a little sorry for Meng Li.

Xue Baiqi looked at Meng Li and said guiltily: "I'm sorry Brother Meng, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you this time." ”

Meng Li looked at the Holy Monk Changming and pleaded: "Holy Monk, can't you be accommodating?" Or rather, I don't even have some spare cinnabar, I only ask for a portrait of my mother, and nothing else. ”

The holy monk Chang Ming bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, Meng Shizhu's filial piety is moving, and the poor monk admires it, but for the great cause of ten thousand Buddhas, the poor monk can only be a wicked person once." ”

From the words of the holy monk Chang Ming, it can be heard that the Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar is not impossible to take out at all, but those must be used at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference just in case.

The holy monk Chang Ming did not dare to take this risk.

"Well, since the holy monk is unwilling, he won't be embarrassed. ”

Meng Li saw that the holy monk Changming had a resolute attitude, so he had no choice but to give up.

He made this trip to ask for cinnabar, not to rob cinnabar, and since people didn't give it, he had no choice.

Fortunately, before coming here, Xue Baiqi had already explained to him that he was very good, and he was prepared in his heart, and the sense of loss was not very strong.

And according to Xue Baiqi, in the underground market of Jieshui City, there was also information about the purchase of Ten Thousand Buddhas cinnabar, and at the highest time, it even reached a sky-high price of one gram of silver!

There is nothing difficult in the world, this method does not work, then we can only think of other ways.

"Tomorrow is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, and the holy monks are working day and night, so I won't bother when I wait. ”

Meng Li stretched out his hand to clench his fists, and was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly remembered Fan Xianlin's entrustment, took off the cloth bag and said: "This thing is entrusted by Miss Fan, let me hand it over to the holy monk." ”