On this day, the four and nine people walked on the avenue, and heard that many people were talking about it, saying that the incense of Shancheng Temple in Yinqing Mountain was vigorous, and the famous monk Guangmi Master of Jizhou might come here to preach the Dharma in a few days.

It is rumored that the Venerable Master Guangmi's Buddhism is profound, and he was the first Buddha Sect in Jizhou, refining a pair of Vajra Demon Buddha Eyes, whose delusional gaze can penetrate the camouflage skin and penetrate the origin.

Sijiu couldn't help but move: Maybe I begged the Venerable Master Guangmi to solve this Ling'er's problem.

Besides, since the two of them were born, they have never created murder, and although Ling'er is a corpse, he has been surpassed by the Golden Light Immortals, and his essence is pure, so it should be fine.

The two walked up to Yinqing Mountain, which is especially full of rare flowers and trees, and the scenery is unique.

The linden trees are lush and the podocarpus is shady.

Strange flowers and plants are not grateful, Bodhi Arhat Changchun.

Wisps of incense smoke are rising, and the huge Buddha statue is shining.

The mountain side is surging with river water, and the ridge is full of auspicious clouds.

Walk into Shancheng Temple, the temple is magnificent, the three-zhang wide incense burner is full of tall incense that is longer than people, the cigarette smoke is swirling, rising to the sky, with the earnest wishes of the incense people, straight to the sky, maybe the Buddha Bodhisattva is really in the sky, waiting for the wisps of incense......

A seven or eight-year-old novice, with a delicate face, saluted to all the incense people, and chanted words in his mouth:

"I don't have hair, hundreds, hundreds!"

Ling'er wondered and asked Sijiu: "What does this mean, the little monk just can't have hair, and he still complains."

But I'm not greedy, I just want hundreds, it's pitiful. ”

Sijiu listened carefully and suddenly realized that what Xiao Shami was talking about was:

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The two crossed the courtyard and entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall with carved beams and paintings.

The two did not bow down as sincerely as ordinary people, but faced the Buddha in the main hall, and gave the etiquette of the younger monks, and stood out as conspicuous as a flock of chickens in the crowd of people who pouted and bowed.

The Zhike monk on the side was busy replacing and vacating the merit box, after all, it was constantly stuffed with all kinds of money and treasures, so no one stepped forward to take care of the four ninety-two people for the time being.

At this time, a big monk walked into from outside the main hall, dressed in a red robe, with a ruddy complexion and a wide nose, if the ears were bigger, he would be like a braised pig's head, his head was too fat, his chin was too droopy so he could not see his neck, and he perfectly realized the seamless combination of head and shoulders.

There are gold threads on the clothes, and jasper beads on the chest.

The golden threads are shining brightly, and the jasper beads are bright and shining.

What a jeweled monk!

The big monk smiled and saluted, and his voice was like a bell: "The poor monk is the abbot of Shancheng Temple, the law is called Lian Law, look at the two donors, the appearance and temperament are not good, and the dragon and phoenix are absolutely among the people." Come here to draw lots, test your future, and break off your marriage?"

Sijiu didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "The two of us, don't come for the lottery." ”

When the abbot heard this, the smile on his face was even worse, he really smiled cutely, and the corners of his mouth on both sides were raised higher than his nose, this expression, ordinary people really can't do it, he laughed and said: "Those two donors must be here for charity." Through generosity, sentient beings can accumulate merit and practice themselves, enjoying great freedom. Congratulations to the two donors. ”

Sijiu was a little embarrassed, and found that this abbot took the lead, if he was a rich master, he probably had to pay some money out, the key is that the two of them walked here, without any money, and they were completely poor.

Sijiu had no choice but to reply: "The abbot is afraid that he will be disappointed, and the two of us are penniless now......"

Ling'er couldn't wait to interrupt: "Abbot, I haven't eaten the temple's fasting yet, you definitely won't let us go back hungry." ”

The abbot was stunned for a moment, his smile decreased slightly, and the corners of his mouth that were hard to raise finally landed below his nose: "Those two donors, but do you want to sign a merit slip?"

Seeing that the two didn't understand, he hurriedly continued:

"Merit is a specially developed intimate service of this temple.

If you are in a hurry to go out, forget to bring money and want to give, as long as you sign a merit slip in our temple, indicating the residence, name, type and quantity of money, and deadline, our temple will have someone come to collect money.

Our temple also has a money bank, and on weekdays, I do some things like printing money to help sentient beings.

Collecting merit and money is naturally not a problem. ”

Sijiu had seen it from the book and understood that Yinzi money was usury, but he didn't expect the temple to have this business, so he embarrassedly refused: "The two of us have no family, no property, and they are alone." ”

The corners of the abbot's mouth seemed to drop a little: "Ah...... It doesn't matter, all living beings are equal, and it's okay to donate the treasure jade you carry with you, if you are not willing to do it, you can temporarily mortgage it, and you can redeem it back. ”

Before Sijiu could answer, Ling'er was unwilling: "How do you force others to give alms, body organs, do you want them?"

The abbot looked at the two of them carefully, and felt that they didn't feel like ordinary people, and their physical qualifications should be good, so he introduced very seriously: "The main thing is to donate organs, which must be excellent. ”

Ling'er was stunned: "Also, is there really one?"

"Of course, the donor has ever heard that there was a master on the rivers and lakes back then, called Bu Jingyu, and there was a brother named Bu Weiyu, who was killed by people, and he got an alpaca arm from the auction of my temple in order to take revenge.

This alpaca arm was donated by an alpaca demon who devoutly donated to my Buddha, this arm is amazing, the knife is constantly chopping, the gun is impenetrable, and there is a certain chance that it can spew a lot of mucus to hinder the enemy!

Donor, what do you think, if you wait for the time of the battle with others, you reach out to the enemy and squirt out a large piece of sticky mucus, so that he can't see, dare not open his mouth, the mucus can't be torn off, the bite is constant, disgusting or not disgusting, if you want to die, is it powerful?

Therefore, using this alpaca arm, he killed the Quartet in the rain, was invincible, and left a great reputation on the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, the donor only needs to donate his organs, and the rest of the temple will do all the work for him, and the money and wealth will be offered to the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

This is also a great merit. I wonder which donor will donate his organs?"

Sijiu couldn't help but be angry, what kind of sect is this? Pulling Ling'er, he turned around and walked out of the main hall.

The abbot is also not happy, the feelings have just been said for a long time, the old man is not an alpaca, not so rich in saliva, he is dry when he speaks, you two should leave some saliva money, just go up to stop it. Seeing the Buddha light in the sky outside, the three of them hurriedly looked up.

I saw two monks descending from the sky, an old monk at the head, followed by a middle-aged monk.

Wait to see the old monk:

The face is sick, the cheeks are drooping, and the clothes are not embellished.

The eyes are slightly squinted and the light is clear, and the elegant ruler has long eyebrows.

He was the first to be the first to be in authority, and he was promoted to protect the Buddha and be truly compassionate.

If you ask the monk what the name is, who is it if it is not Guangmi?

Look at the middle-aged monk in the back:

The figure is as tall as the sky, and his clothes are simple and fried.

The horizontal flesh beard has big ringed eyes, and the nose and mouth are solemn and majestic.

The eyes are fierce and frightened, and the pestle is brave and fierce.

If there is an obstacle to the Buddha's faith, there is a way to punish him.

The abbot, Master Lian, hurriedly saluted: "Meet Uncle Guangmi, and meet Uncle Louzhi." ”

Master Guangmi nodded, and was just about to speak, when he casually glanced at Sijiu and Ling'er, and couldn't help but let out a "huh". Then his eyes shone brightly, and behind him flashed a statue of great compassion and compassion.

Seeing this, the people around who were offering incense hurriedly knelt down and saluted, overjoyed.

But Sijiu and Shi Wanling were miserable, and found that their bodies couldn't move a bit, and they felt that there were ten thousand golden rays of light shooting towards the two of them, as if they wanted to pierce the outer skin of the two of them and see through the internal organs!