Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it is the seventh day of the fourth month. The temple is bustling with activity. The disciples who came from the various branch temples to participate in the puja were naturally arranged to enter the Uchiyama Monastery. The rest of the guests were arranged in the outer mountain Zen Temple. And people like Qingli's parents can only live in the outer mountain Zen monastery.

This time, the Chen family and the Dai family were able to enter the Fahua Temple. All three were excited. However, the 9,999 steps outside the door alone were difficult enough for Dai. However, the rules of Fahua Temple are like this, and the Chen family and his wife have to accompany the Dai family to climb up slowly. By the time they climbed the stairs to reach the gate of Fahua Temple, it was already getting dark. The monk Hengyuan took the invitation and took them to the Zen monastery assigned to them. When Hengyuan left the Zen Temple, he immediately sent a message to the inner mountain.

Qingtan got the news and informed Qingli. Qingli packed up the scriptures he copied for his family, as well as some peace charms, sat on the lotus platform and flew to the outer mountains. Because of the arrival of the puja, Qingli was also very busy. Murong Yu thoughtfully moved to his master's Zen monastery to live.

Qingli thought that her parents and grandmother did not Bigu. She went to the dining hall halfway through. In the past two days, the canteen has made suitable meals for people like Dai who have no fame or fortune. Qingli packed a meal for three people and continued to fly towards the Outer Mountain Zen Temple.

Of course, Qingli's arrival can't hide from those who have cultivated profoundly, and the leaders of the major sects who came to participate in the festival. After all, the people who can fly with a flying machine in the Hokke Temple at this moment, and they can only fly from the inner mountain. When everyone saw a little girl wearing a monk's robe and a Buddha crown, they couldn't help but be a little curious. Carefully probing with divine sense, the leaders of several major sects have basically guessed Qingli's identity. And the people of the second-rate sect don't know Qingli's identity. But as the only female disciple of the Fahua Temple in the past 10,000 years. This alone made these people dare not underestimate her.

With so many divine senses cast on him, Qingli certainly felt it clearly. Truth be told, this feeling of inquiry made her uncomfortable. But Qingli also knows that people in cultivation like to use their divine sense to probe everything. Besides, this is Fahua Temple, so I don't think they will do her any disadvantage if they come. Moreover, being able to unscrupulously release divine consciousness exploration in Fahua Temple shows that these people's cultivation is quite high and very confident. Qingli also didn't want to fall into the name of Fahua Temple. Especially since she knew that some of them had already guessed her identity.

Qingli simply stopped, and the lotus platform carried her floating in the air. Qingli used a little Buddhist lion roaring technique, and folded his hands and saluted around: "Amitabha, the disciple of the poor monk Fahua Temple, the elder of the Yuan Yuan, Qingli is here to meet your seniors." The younger generation is in a hurry to meet his family, so he is in a hurry to fly. If it disturbs the cultivation of your benefactors, please forgive me. ”

Those who had just discovered their senses were all in their hearts. What a keen sense of perception. In fact, the five layers of the Buddha can perceive their divine sense exploration. Should it be said that he really deserves to be a disciple of Fahua Temple?

Of course, the Chen family heard Qingli's voice. Although they don't know the Dharma name of Prajna after entering the temple, let them remember the voice of their own Prajna. As soon as the three of them heard that Pranya was coming, they all opened the door excitedly and stood in the courtyard and looked up.

At this time, the leader of the Qingyun Sect spoke: "Little Master Qingli is polite. If you want to say that we are rude first. Since the little master is anxious to meet with his family, then we will not bother. ”

"Amitabha, thank you for your forgiveness. After Qingli finished speaking, he urged the lotus platform to fly to the Zen courtyard where the Chen family was.

As soon as Qingli got off the lotus platform, she saw the three members of the Chen family looking at her with eager eyes. Qingli only felt a heat in her heart. It's just that she is now a monk, and it is no longer suitable for her to make a move to throw herself into the arms of her parents. Both sides were excited. Qingli suppressed the agitation in her heart, and saluted the three of them: "Amitabha, Qingli has seen all the donors. ”

Hearing Qingli's address to them, the excitement in the hearts of the three of them also cooled down. As early as when Qingli left home, they already knew that meeting again would be the result. It's just that at the end, everyone's mood is a little low. After all, the old lady Dai is through something. She quickly raised a smile and saluted, "Amitabha, the little master should go into the house first." ”

Qingli smiled and took her parents' hands and entered the Zen temple. Feeling the warmth of Qingli's little hand in the palm of his hand, the hearts of the Chen family and his wife were no longer sad.

Qingli put the packed ordinary spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables on the table: "The three donors have been tired from the journey, so they must not have eaten dinner yet, right? ”

The Chen family happily picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat. However, seeing that there was only a meal for three people, Dai Shi said, "Why don't you eat together?"

"I've already eaten it. Donor eat slowly. ”

When the three of them finished dinner, Qingli began to catch up with them. Chen Jianbang looked at Qingli and sighed: "Little master, I am really talented. But in less than a year, Xiuwei has already caught up with our couple. Really blessed by the Buddha, Amitabha. ”

Hokke has never left outsiders behind. Those of them who come to the puja have to leave the temple after the puja is over. That's why Qingli will take advantage of this time to come over to meet them. Qingli gave them his hand-copied Buddhist scriptures. When Dai saw it, he took it with both hands very respectfully. She flipped the page and looked at the neat handwriting on it, and her heart warmed.

Qingli took out more than a dozen peace charms and handed them to them: "This is a peace charm drawn by a poor monk." Although it is not as good as what the master draws, it is a piece of my heart. Three of them were for three donors. Please send the rest to the family of Chen Shizhu (Chen Jianbang's eldest brother) in the capital. ”

Li first gave the three peace charms to Mrs. Chen, her husband and herself. The rest was placed in a wooden box and placed in the custody of Dai. The family told each other about their respective circumstances after parting. Chen Bangjian thought for a while and said to Qingli: "After you left, it didn't take long for Qingyun Sect to come to the village to select apprentices. Yang Ruoxi, the village chief's family, was elected. I found out that she has an inexplicable attachment to you. Be careful when you meet her later. I always thought that girl was a little wicked. ”

Can it not be evil? But the heroine in the original book. However, after listening to his father's words, Qingli knew that in a short period of time, this traverser did not intend to give up his treasure boy. However, Qingli's identity in this life is transcendent. Even if the heroine is still as lucky as in the original book, she is sure that she will not fall into the same situation as in the original book. However, she still understood her father's kindness, so she agreed with her mouth.

Because the next day's puja actually started when it was ugly. Qingli stayed in this small courtyard until dark, and hurried back to the inner mountain. Before the puja, she had to bathe and change her clothes, and then she appeared with the senior brothers of the Qing generation.

The festival is held in a large square on the hill outside the temple. In the usually empty square stands a huge Buddha statue. There are four futons placed side by side under the Buddha statue. This is the seat of the four elders. Then eighteen futons are lined up behind these four futons. This is the position of all the monks of the Qing generation who come to the puja. This is followed by the position of the Hengzi generation. The guests who come to the festival are located around the monks' futons.

When it is ugly, the melodious bell rings throughout the Hokke Mountains. Those who come to the puja have already sat on their futons. Qingli is the youngest junior sister in the Qing generation. But she has a special identity, so she sits in the middle of that row next to Qingtan.

The puja begins with the worship of the Buddha and the recitation of sutras. In addition to the monks of Fahua Temple, the other monks who came to participate in the festival were all Hengzi and above. A group of great monks chanting together is not low. Qingli knocked on the wooden fish and read the scriptures in his mouth, but found that the Buddha Yuan Power in his body was operating uncontrollably on his own. All the profound Buddhist cultivators chanted the scriptures together, and the huge power of faith began to turn into a substantial golden light that enveloped the entire square. Qingli also felt that some of the faith power was transmitted to the pine and apricot forests through the formation, and was transformed into nourishment to nourish them. This may be one of the reasons why these 10,000-year-old spirit plants can grow like their own orchards.

The guests present can also feel the benefits brought to them by the Buddha's light. A mortal like Dai who has not cultivated just feels that his body is getting better and better. And those who are practicing are different. The cultivation of the leaders of each sect is quite high, and they only feel that their cultivation is more solid. And the younger generations they brought are all the best of the new generation that the sect focuses on cultivating. The cultivation of these people is not very high, and most of them are in the late stage of qi refining or the foundation building period. Under the bath of the Buddha's light, the cultivation of these people has increased a lot to a greater or lesser extent. It was a surprise in their hearts. This is also the reason why many people want to participate in the Fakke Temple puja.

After the chanting is completed, it is the turn of the disciples of the Qingzi generation to give lectures. Although there are not many disciples of the Qing generation of Buddhism, there are also many of them. But not everyone has to be present at every puja. Therefore, there are only eighteen monks here in total. Everybody would come forward and preach.

The so-called preaching here is actually to share one's understanding and perception of a certain passage of scripture with everyone. As for what can be gained from it, it depends on the understanding of each individual. The practice of Buddhism is realized from the scriptures. Therefore, most of the scriptures they often talk about are scriptures that carry their own exercises.

The first person to come forward to give a lecture was the Buddha Zi Qingtan. He was talking about a passage from the Buddha's Amitabha Sutra. Qingli sat there and listened with relish. And not all of the juniors of the various sects in those guests could understand it. Only a few well-intentioned people who went out of their way to read a few scriptures after learning that they were going to attend the festival were barely able to listen. Most people can only sit there and meditate with their eyes closed. On the other hand, those team leaders can derive from the scriptures into their own daily experiences and cultivation.

The monks of the Qing generation stepped forward one by one to preach the scriptures, and Qingli felt that he had gained a lot. Qingli had also heard many monks preach in his previous life. And she also looks up various scripture commentaries on the Internet. But in the Brahma realm, people will talk about the sutras in combination with their own experiences when they practice. It is a different way of interpreting the text. This made Qingli refreshed.

Qingli was the last to play. She first folded her hands and bowed, then sat down on the futon and said, "Poor monk Qingli, the text I am preaching today is one of the products of the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra......

Qingli first recited this scripture, and then began to explain this scripture in combination with his own cultivation experience and the explanations he had listened to in his previous life. The whole passage implements the idea of the One-Vehicle. A few of the characters nodded from time to time, expressing deep relief.

When Qingli finished speaking, everyone stood up and began to worship the Buddha, reciting the Buddha's name Amitabha. This is the end of the puja.

The next morning, the guests began to turn around. Fahua Temple gave each person three 10,000-year-old ginkgo fruits. Everyone who received this gift left happily. When Qingli learned about it, the corners of her mouth twitched. Although this 10,000-year-old ginkgo fruit has no effect against the sky. But it can be used in medicine and alchemy. It is one of the raw materials of many high-grade elixirs. The most important thing is that even mortals can eat it. Everyone thinks that the 10,000-year-old pine and apricot fruits in Fahua Temple are too scarce, so they will send them more 10,000-year-old ginkgo fruits. As everyone knows, there are only five 10,000-year-old ginkgo trees in the temple. Every year, four or five thousand fruits are harvested. And they usually put some alchemy into medicine, but most of them are stewed and drunk by them.

Qingli thought of the elated appearance of these people holding the fruit, and felt that her conscience hurt a little. Qingli looked at the senior brothers with a great and upright face, and sighed that she really hadn't come home from her cultivation.