Chapter 102: The Fate of Demon Su
That night, ghosts and wolves howled in the back mountains incessantly.
The young monk in the Daci and Great Compassion Temple knelt in front of the Buddha in horror and recited scriptures tremblingly.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with broken hair sat cross-legged in the corner, with a string of rosary beads hanging on his hand.
The wailing sound from the back mountain did not affect his state of mind. His calmness was in sharp contrast to the monks around him.
The frail old abbot walked into the hall and sighed:
"Let's all go."
After hearing this, the monks left their futons and prepared to return to their rooms.
The old host said:
“Don’t come back again.”
The monks trembled and understood something.
The ghost dweller is the beginning of disaster.
"Master gives me advice."
Demolishing the Daci and Compassion Temple will not only fail to bring blessings to the donors, but will also bring disaster to the world.
The young man was silent.
"Never set foot in the South China Sea!"
Is the master talking about some evil spirit?
The old host clasped his hands together:
"Just remember, just remember.
Fortunately, he could read the Buddhist scriptures, so he was not in the temple Crazy.
Master is so strange. He can save the Great Mercy and Compassion Temple just by making a phone call, but Master won't let him.
The middle-aged man holding the compass was angry. The old monk is not ruining people's wealth!
Both his parents and master said that he was destined to be a ghost. If he were not in the pure land of Buddhism, he would die before the age of seventeen.
“It is the fate of the poor monk to prevent that disaster.
After the old host said this, he felt relieved and his whole person softened:
"That's necessary. As long as you demolish this temple and give me 88,000 yuan, I can transfer the entire temple's wish to you."
Mu Bowen.
"It has nothing to do with them, this is destiny."
"Master, please speak."
If you live beyond the age of seventeen, you must also practice in the temple, otherwise you will be Become the devil who brings trouble to the world.
"I am a barefooted ascetic. After I figured out that Daci Daci Temple was unusual, I vowed to stay here.
"Tomorrow is your seventeenth birthday. The barrier of life and death has passed, and the next road depends on you. Why are you leaving?
Tomorrow the poor monks will try their best to stop the demolition team. ”
The young man was even more puzzled.
Don’t underestimate this small temple, it is indeed the first barrier to the chaos in the world.
The old host had helplessness written on his face:
He sneered at these things and resented his parents' superstition in his heart.
Although he is a liar, he knows the thoughts of these bosses.
“There is something that the poor monk needs to explain.”
The young man clasped his hands together:
He asked:
You are stopping us because you are afraid that you will have no place to chant sutras!
The old host sighed:
Please give the donor a second thought! "
"What about you, Master? ”
The Great Compassion Temple suppresses not evil spirits, but human desires.
"That is God's will, it is God's will. How can we mortals have the ability to go against its will?"
I don't want you to get rich, so I curse you! "
The old host closed his eyes:
The old host suddenly widened his eyes and grabbed the young man's arm:
The donor will also die as a result.
In Nuo Hall, only Sandalwood, the old host, and the young man were left.
Although he is a lay disciple of Buddhism and a lay practitioner in Buddhism, he does not believe in gods and demons.
Obviously tired of this life.
Those bosses burn incense and worship Buddha to find someone to look after things, just for psychological comfort.
The young man frowned.
Qilin, there are a few words you need to remember. "
"The poor monk has almost forgotten his name. He seems to remember that the poor monk's surname is Mu and his first name is Bowen. "...
The boss hesitated and looked at the 'master' beside him.
Go and rest. I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep when the demolition team comes tomorrow. "
"Master, I have been with you for so many years and I still don't know your lay name. I want to remember it. "
The old abbot said:
The poor monk has an old relationship with your parents and is destined to you, so he took you into the temple."
"It's really true that the temple has been demolished." Can it increase my longevity? ”
They walked up to the old host one by one, bowed respectfully, and then hurriedly left.
The old host sighed:
The old host recited a Buddhist name:
Because of your bad luck, if you don’t practice in the temple, you will not live to be seventeen years old. .
“Do you believe there are monsters?
Don't be enemies with people whose names have "Ming", "Y", and "Fan" in their names.
The Great Compassion and Compassion Temple suppresses evil spirits everywhere.
If this temple is demolished, I will use mystical methods to extend Boss Zhou’s life by twenty years!
What about you? You are the fate of a rare ghost.
If there was a demon, this old bald ass would have run away long ago!
Just like this boss, he contracted a project to build a real estate here.
The young man stood up, walked to the door and looked back:
The young man said:
If it is useless, why bother arguing with the demolition team tomorrow?
He is just too selfish and doesn’t want you to be well.
The young man lowered his head and said nothing.
He pointed at the old monk and cursed loudly:
The young man lowered his head:
The young man was stunned. It was the first time he saw the master like this. Although he was puzzled, he didn’t have much in his heart. What to say, casually:
Also. . . . . . ”
Can you please stop being so selfish?
The old host said:
The old host looked at the golden bodies of the Buddhas in the hall reluctantly and said:
The old host put his hands together:
Haha, A poor monk can never make a mistake. ”
After talking nonsense, the boss can work on the project without fear, and he can still make money. Isn't it the best of both worlds?
A middle-aged man holding a compass pretended to pinch his fingers, and then said:
He held a cigarette in his mouth, pointed at the Daci and Great Compassion Temple and said:
"That scene What is the disaster? Is it really unstoppable?"
"Amitabha!
The next day, outside the Daci Dabei Temple.
The young man spoke:
"When the poor monk first came to the Daci and Great Compassion Temple, he knew that the story of Daci and Great Compassion Temple suppressing evil spirits was false.
"Don't kill people and commit evil.
He found his own because he was afraid of retribution after demolishing the temple.
"If you must participate in the next disputes in the world, you must bear in mind what Master will say next."
The old host's eyes were dark:
After the middle-aged man scolded, he came over The boss whispered in his ear:
"Master, I can make those developers give up the idea of demolishing the Daci and Dacoma Temple, and you can still practice here."
Isolation tapes were pulled around, and several A bulldozer and an excavator are ready.
Ahem, stop doing this!
But you have to believe that your parents are doing it for your own good and understand the poor monk’s good intentions.
"Old bald donkey, stop engaging in feudal fanaticism...
The waning old host lowered his eyes, clasped his hands, and stood guard in front of the temple door.
"Master, please speak. ”
The old host said quietly:
The young man remembered the name, turned around and left the hall.
The workers were wearing winter clothes, holding hammers and shovels, waiting for the foreman's order.
The young man was puzzled.
The young man did not understand and stopped asking, and finally asked:
"I understand, Master."
The old host opened his cloudy old eyes and said solemnly:
The boss of the developer is a nouveau riche wearing mink and a gold chain.
"I know you are wronged.
Just for yourself and not caring about others?!"
Tomorrow, when the Daci and Compassion Temple is demolished, the world will really be in chaos, and the most terrifying disaster will come.
Either go back to your parents, chant sutras and worship Buddha every day, and ignore things outside the window. You can enjoy a happy death in a hundred years. "
"What a pity for this century-old temple. ”
(End of this chapter)