On the square outside the gate of the city lord's mansion, there were already many people around, and this clean, tall and handsome middle-aged monk walked all the way, attracting many onlookers, especially those women in the island city who had rarely seen such a white face.

He pushed away the vegetarian food sent out of the city lord's mansion for the first time, but took the wine and meat sent out by the mansion for the second time, sat on the steps in a regular manner, raised his head with his chest up and did not squint, did not gobble up, just quietly sent the food into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it slowly.

The onlookers all stared at him, they had never seen such a spectacle, a monk could drink and eat meat so calmly in front of everyone, and eat so beautifully.

When Lao Chai Tou came out with two craftsmen carrying a wooden plank, the monk had already finished eating the large pile of meat in the tray, and there was not much wine left in the jar.

When the monk saw that someone had really brought out a wooden plank, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

The monk bowed to the old firewood head with his hands folded, "The donor has merit." ”

Lao Chai Tou replied angrily, "Joke, there is still merit after dismantling the lantern, is there any place for reasoning?"

"When the cloud platform is set up, the poor monks are here to purify all sentient beings, and there is a merit for you, and there will naturally be a merit for you!"

"Huh," Lao Chai Tou glanced at the monk, ignored it, and took the craftsman to the lamppost of the ever-bright lamp, and commanded the craftsman to do it.

After a while, a wooden board was nailed to the lamppost, and the gimbals were built. The craftsman packed up the ropes and tools and followed the old firewood back to the city lord's mansion.

Although this cloud platform is simple, it is more than three zhang high, and the onlookers are all looking at it, wanting to see if this monk can go up, after all, the rope has been taken away, and this height is not easy to go up.

The monk came to the simple gimbal, and under the gaze of everyone, he performed a wonderful light-weight exercise, and his toes stepped on the lamppost several times, and he had already flown under the wooden board at the top, and then lightly reversed his body, so that the wide straight body rotated a flower in the air, and then he landed on the wooden board at the top of the gimbal with satisfaction.

There was a rush of applause and heartfelt admiration.

The monk folded his hands and saluted, but he was embarrassed to think in his heart that if he changed to the senior brother, he would not show off these methods, and he would definitely fly to the cloud platform without waiting for everyone's attention.

But how can people be the same from people? I have long been accustomed to the flattery of mountains and tsunamis and this somewhat sensationalizing method.

After the show, the monk sat cross-legged in the center of the cloud platform, took out the gandlet wooden fish he carried and placed it in front of him, looked at the more and more people around, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "The poor monk is from the Northern Wei Tan Tuo Temple, and today he came to the island city, called Pudu Sentient Beings, which is really a view of the magnificent scenery of this city of mountains and seas, and in the name of the Buddha, it is really not appropriate to do greed." When he returns to the Northern Wei Dynasty one day, he will think about it and think about it with the heart of the whole Buddha. ”

'Knock', after saying this unusual opening sentence, the monk picked up the gandhammer and knocked on the wooden fish.

Everyone was pierced by the sudden sound of the wooden fish, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, so they stared intently at the white face on the gimbal, waiting for his magnetic voice to sound again.

"When I heard this, at one time, the Buddha was in the garden of solitude in the garden of solitude, and there were 1,250 people with the great bhikkhus. At that time, when the world-honored one was eating, he wore clothes and held a bowl, and went into the city to beg for food. In the city, he begged and returned to this place. After eating, the mantle is collected, the feet are washed, and the seat is sitting. ”

At that time, the elder Subodhi stood up from his seat in the crowd, leaned on his right shoulder, landed on his right knee, and said respectfully to the Buddha with his palms together: "I hope that there is! World-honored one, good men, good women, develop the three bodhichitta, how can the clouds dwell, how can the clouds subdue their minds?"

"The Buddha said: Good, good. As you said, if you come to protect the Bodhisattvas and give them advice. Listen to it, and say to you, "A good man and a good woman, if you develop the three bodhichittas, you should dwell in this way and subdue their minds in this way." ”

"Only, World-Honored One, I want to hear it. ”

This voice is like the Sanskrit sound of the nine heavens, with the light of the Buddha, spreading out layer by layer. The people of the island city, who had never experienced the subtleties of Buddhism, were suddenly bathed in such soothing Sanskrit sounds, and everyone's faces were filled with heartfelt smiles.

The monk looked at the fascinated faces under the cloud platform, and felt a little bitter in his heart, he was giving the Dharma and giving the people a vision, but how can the real Pudu do it? Have the real Buddhists become Buddhas after Nirvana?

"The Buddha said to Subodhi: All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their minds in this way! All sentient beings and the like: if they are oviparous, if they are viviparous, if they are wet, if they are incarnated, if they are colored, if they are colorless, if they are not thinking, if they are not thinking, they are all extinguished. If it is the destruction of immeasurable and countless boundless sentient beings, there are no sentient beings who have attained extinction. If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of a long-lived being, he is not a bodhisattva. ”

The Bodhisattva should live in the Dharma, and should not dwell in the Dharma, but should practice in giving, the so-called non-stop color giving, and not stop the sound and fragrance touching the Dharma giving. Subodhi: Bodhisattvas should be like this, not dwelling in appearances. If a bodhisattva does not stop giving to each other, his merit is inconceivable. Su Bodhi! What do you mean? The Eastern Void can be thought about?"

"No, World-Honored One!"

"Su Bodhi, can you think about the upper and lower voids in the four dimensions of the south, north, and west?"

"No, World-Honored One!"

"Subodhi! Bodhisattvas have no dwelling in generosity, and merit is inconceivable. Subodhi, but the Bodhisattva should live as taught. ”

In fact, the monks are not sure how many people can understand such an obscure scripture, but it is clear that the brilliance of Buddha nature has shrouded this island city, at least this square.

And the monk can be sure that these people who have been bathed in Sanskrit sounds, even if they cannot become solid believers in my Buddha, at least from the bottom of their hearts, they will not reject the Dharma.

'Bang', the sound of the wooden fish sounded again, and the joy of the Buddha's light bathing was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Some people have folded their hands as reverently as monks, and some people have opened and closed their lips as if they were learning to speak as monks, and silently recited the scriptures.

The people in the City Lord's Mansion also heard this peaceful and distant Sanskrit sound, and it was no different from the stupid people, just because of the existence of Mr. Three, they didn't dare to go out blatantly to listen around the cloud platform.

Lao Liu, who was in the access control, had already bought one foot through the threshold of the gate, and half of his body leaned out of the door, looking at the high cloud platform with an obsessive face.

Yu Shuhan came out of the restaurant and had a full burp, the blue shrimp were too fresh, in the bowl of porridge that the cook gave him, the shrimp meat was more than rice grains, he drank it very slowly, and chewed it very carefully, but a bowl of sharp porridge was down, and Yu Shuhan still ate it.

Walking behind Lao Liu, Yu Shuhan stretched out his hand and patted Lao Liu, who was immersed in the boundless Dharma, Lao Liu was taken aback, quickly turned around, and saw Mr. San, who was in charge, blushing, "Mr. San, I, I ······"

"It doesn't matter. Yu Shuhan said, "Lao Liu, you go to the account room and ask Mr. Fang to bring over the tax refund account book for this year's fishing ban period, and then bring my iron abacus here." ”

After speaking, Yu Shuhan sat on the threshold and sounded with interest that the monk had lectured.

After a while, Lao Liu ran back panting with a stack of notebooks, for a long time, in the depths of the mansion, a tall and thin old man in a long shirt, carrying a dark iron abacus in his hand, the old man kept shaking the iron abacus in his hand while walking, the abacus crackled non-stop, the sound was not loud, but it seemed to spread far away, the people on the square who were standing closer to the gate of the city lord's mansion were clearly heard, turned around and glared angrily, staring at the gatehouse that was high on weekdays.

The old man walked to the door, and angrily slapped the iron abacus on the threshold on Yu Shuhan's right hand, "Mr. Three, what are you doing here?

"Mr. Fang, don't worry, it's not for you, Mr. Fang. Yu Shuhan spread his hands, "You have also seen that this monk wants to reason with me by name, but now that I am out, he is there to promote his Buddhism, I don't want to listen to his vernacular at all, and it is not good to directly refute the face of others, so I want to find you to come over and how to settle the account, you see, today is not bad, put a long case, we will work at this door, how about it?"

"Not good, but you're the leader, and you have the final say. Mr. Fang suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Let's talk ugly at the end of the day, dry croquettes and small yellow croaker at noon, plus a pound of daughter red." ”

"Okay, this can be there. ”

Lao Liu learned to be obedient at this time, and without waiting for a greeting, he had already gnawed and moved out of a long case, laboriously moved up the steps, moved out of the threshold, and placed it in the middle of the gate. He beckoned the two minions to put on the tea folding fan and the startling wood, and then stood aside with a smile.

Yu Shuhan moved the shocking wood in front of Mr. Fang, and said with a wicked smile, "Mr. Fang, please!"

Mr. Fang looked at Yu Shuhan with a resentful expression, and said helplessly, "I'm so old, I'm not young, next time you can find someone else!"

'Smack', the startled wood slapped on the long case, and with a crisp sound, Mr. Fang stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "The house of the seven sons is separated by two lines, and all of them are all one vicissitudes." The five lakes and the four seas are counted in the middle of the plate, and the three teachings and nine streams are busy. Firewood, rice, oil and salt Xiaoli Shu, Jiangshan Sheji Dachaotang. The eight directions of the world are operated by the hands, and the six six are infinite and the ancient chapters. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yu Shuhan raised the abacus with one hand, 'smack' twice, flattened the abacus, and with a 'snap', the abacus was steadily slapped on the case, and the flat abacus beads did not move at all, neatly arranged. The crowd of onlookers who were originally watching the monks looked back at the gate.

"The tax rebate during the fishing ban period is calculated, and each household has calculated it by itself, and there must be a ······ in mind whether to return the grain or the money." Mr. Fang struck while the iron was hot, and everyone heard that the food and money were returned, so what did it matter if the Buddha was Nirvana, Hula all of a sudden surrounded him.

The monk just rolled his eyelids, and quietly picked up the mallet and knocked on the wooden fish, 'Bang'.

Mr. Fang, who was talking energetically at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, was shocked when he heard this, and his body shook a little.

Yu Shuhan quickly pulled the abacus beads, and 'snapped' one abacus bead to the other underneath, with a soft crisp sound.

"No. 8 Octopus Lane, Jin Haisheng, return one or two or eight dollars. ”

As soon as the words came out, the lamppost under the gimbal trembled, the monk's face on the gimbal was flushed, and the monk was taken aback and hurriedly babbled and recited the scriptures.