Standing in front of the gate of Tzu Chi Temple.

Ye Qingniao was angry, and he pulled out his wooden knife, and the back of the knife smashed directly on the door.

Every knife can be sent far and wide, and the sound of slamming the door is like a slap in the face.

A slap on the cheek of Tzu Chi Temple.

Lin Zhuheng stood next to Ye Qingniao, and finally couldn't stand it: "The master of Tzu Chi Temple, I am Lin Zhuheng of the Fire Wind Thunder Pavilion in Youzhou, and I am also a cultivator, I hope the master can open the door of convenience." ”

The villagers were not allowed to enter.

Fellow Daoists are the same as not allowed to enter.

Dead.

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, holding his hands in his arms, motionless, there was a monk wearing a jujube red robe beside him, and he bowed his head slightly: "Senior brother abbot, really don't open the door? ”

Huaizang shook his head.

Jujube red robe: "I'm worried that these knocks on the door will become the heart disease of the disciples, and they can't talk about it anymore after saving the suffering, I'm afraid this heart disease will become a demonic obstacle for their future cultivation, and it will be even more difficult to break through it." ”

Huaizang sighed: "I know all this, but I can't push our Tzu Chi Temple into the abyss of the sea of blood because of this, this group of people outside is stained with blood, and letting them in will definitely bring death to the temple." Do you know why our Tzu Chi Temple has been able to stand for hundreds of years? This is full of the efforts of generations of masters!"

"Learn to hide. ”

"Know how to avoid. ”

"Always think that there are still hundreds of Buddhist disciples in the temple, and we can't let the children die. ”

Jujube red robe, after listening to this, I knew that it was impossible to dissuade Huaizang, so I had to say: "Then I will arrange for someone to go to the gate to talk, let them all go, it is pointless to wait for a long time, find another way out as soon as possible, don't freeze to death outside the gate, it will be ugly." ”

Huaizang nodded, waved his hand, and agreed.

Soon.

Ning Shi heard a sound of broken footsteps: "Someone is coming." ”

Ning Shi's words were not loud, but they directly made the old people next to him cry with joy, and even some old people had already chanted: "Sincerity is spirituality, sincerity is spirituality, the masters of Tzu Chi Temple have been moved by us, we have salvation." ”

That's what the words say.

And then.

The people who approached the gate heard a young novice's immature voice: "Donor, please don't knock on the door again, the senior brother has already told you that our Tzu Chi Temple has been closed to welcome guests, and we can't open the door." ”

Ning Shi frowned, stood in front of the door, and tried his best to soften his words: "The master of Tzu Chi Temple, there is a lot of offense in the middle of the night, and we apologize in advance for the inconvenience caused to the masters' cultivation." If there is a way, everyone is not willing to trouble our Tzu Chi Temple, you see that the wind and snow are so big, even if the mountain is closed, it will be convenient for everyone. ”

Xiao Shami: "I'm sorry, the closure of the mountain is the closure of the mountain, and there is no way to do it." ”

Ning Shi: "No negotiable?"

Little Novice: "There's no way to discuss. ”

Ning Shi: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, cultivating Buddha is not like this, if you don't open the door, you will cultivate demons, and you will kill everyone outside the door." ”

Xiao Shami: "Our Tzu Chi Temple is just a small temple, I dare not compare with the heavens, the donor is serious." ”

What a sharp tooth and sharp mouth.

is not very old, and the poisonous meditation of scaring people is to the sharp pursuit of cultivation.

Ning Shi sighed in his heart: "I didn't see my Buddha feel pity, it's not the dust that covers the Buddha's eyes." ”

......

The Buddha on the mountainside was blindfolded.

But a small Taoist priest walked down from the top of the mountain, well, it is better to say that it is walking, it is better to say that it is rolled down, and the road down the mountain is too slippery.

Chan Mountain belongs to the junction of the two states of Youyun, and the most famous thing in Chan Mountain is naturally the boiling snow tea and Tzu Chi Temple, but many people don't know that at the top of Chanshan Tzu Chi Temple, near the top of the mountain, there is a Taoist temple, which is very broken and broken.

The Taoist temple has no name, those who know it here are accustomed to call it the broken Taoist temple, there is a mountain spring water in front of the Taoist temple, there is a gentle cultivated field behind the Taoist temple, there is a middle-aged Taoist with a small apprentice living in the Taoist temple, it is said that it is here to practice enlightenment.

Of course.

Just supposedly.

Because no one believes it, no one really believes it, the surrounding villagers who often go up the mountain to worship the Buddha have all seen this middle-aged Taoist, but every time they see it, they either tell fortunes to people or ask for signatures.

Fate, the calculation is not accurate.

Signed, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Anyway, I can't follow my wishes at any time.

Over time, everyone thought that this middle-aged Taoist was a liar, but he really didn't have the momentum of a fairy wind bone, although he was not very sloppy, but he was a very ordinary person, and he could be thrown into the pile.

The middle-aged Taoist is called Xia Shan, and it was his apprentice who ran down from the top of the mountain late at night, and some people remember that it seems to be called Xia Pingfan, who looks like his master, and is so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary.

Because it rolled down from the mountain, Xia Pingfan was covered with snow all over his body, and his face was dirty.

Lu Youwei recognized Xia Pingfan: "Take a breath, child, don't worry, it's the middle of the night, why are you here?

Xia Pingfan coughed vigorously, and then said after a while: "Uncle Lu, my master is in the view, he just made up a hexagram, saying that the fellows may encounter some difficulties tonight, so let me come down and take a look." ”

Lu Youwei was stunned: "Your master?"

Xia Pingfan's face was a little red, this kid wouldn't lie when he was young: "That, that, in fact, it's that you knocked on the door too loudly, and my master can't sleep." ”

Lu Youwei suddenly realized, this is right.

Xia Pingfan tilted his head and looked inside, some of the little dolls who were frozen were about to cry, and then looked up at the closed gate of Tzu Chi Temple, as if he had made up his mind: "Uncle Lu, either or you go to our temple first to avoid the wind and snow, it is too cold this day, and people will freeze." ”

Lu Youwei listened to this, a little embarrassed, their village gives Tzu Chi Temple incense money every year, but they have never taken care of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

Thinking about the middle-aged Taoist who is scathing and mean on weekdays, he may be in a hurry because of the knock on the door of his own people, isn't this a door-to-door shame.

Lu Youwei sighed and waved his hand again and again: "Also, forget it, let's knock on the door quietly, the master of Tzu Chi Temple may open the door soon, worship the Buddha must pay attention to sincerity, this is a test, this is a test of our hearts." ”

I don't know if it's a test.

Anyway, Ning Shi was already very angry, when he was old, he remembered that his aunt once commented on the Buddha sect in the Four Seas Shenzhou: "This world is ignorant, you have a Buddha in your heart, why don't you ask people if there is a Buddha in their hearts? If the Buddha is not greedy, why do you want people to worship it? If the Buddha does not love vanity, why do you want people to bow down? If one day, disaster comes, you go to ask the Buddha, and the Buddha will definitely say that everything is a certainty." ”

Ning Shi raised his foot and kicked on the door frame, and said to the little novice behind the door: "Since you Buddhists are unwilling to help the common people, then why do you want people to worship your Buddha statues?

After speaking, Ning Shi added: "You have nothing to do with incense, you have something to do with yourself, you really understand how to live!"