Chapter 14 The Three Difficulties Before the Buddha
In the main hall, the light was dim and there was an eerie atmosphere.
The Dark Buddha is so conspicuous that everyone has seen it. A few timid tourists are still thinking about kneeling down and kowtow three times to the Buddha.
“Come forward!”
“Kneel down!”
"Buddha!"
The dark giant Buddha that looked like it was made of brass spoke, his words were concise and concise, and his voice was undeniably domineering.
The tourists were restless and didn’t know what to do.
"Bai Ci, do you want to kowtow first?"
The old aunt was afraid: "It's just kowtow anyway, and you won't lose any meat!"
"Let's kowtow first!"
Sima Mu also agreed.
"Oppa, the rule pollution should have started, but I don't know what the fatal effect is?"
Jin Yingzhen felt that the aura of this giant Buddha was so terrifying, it definitely couldn't be solved by kowtow.
When there are many people, there will be a herd mentality.
More than 800 tourists were all looking at each other.
Kowtowing is not a problem. The main thing is that I am afraid that if I kowtow first, something will happen.
The Buddha snorted coldly when he saw no one was moving.
A ball of sparks spurted out from its two large nostrils, then flew away, falling down like fireflies in midsummer.
【Hide! 】
When Lin Baici heard this, he quickly moved to the corner.
“Back off!”
Lin Baici reminded Jin Yingzhen and the others that there was no need for him to shout, as everyone instinctively dodged these sparks.
Sparks fell one after another, suddenly accelerated, and flew to the head of the nearest person.
Boom!
In front of their brows, a small flame ignited.
“What is this?”
“It’s a bit hot!”
“What to do now?”
These tourists marked by sparks panicked God.
"Stop delaying, you may die, hurry up and kowtow in front of the Buddha!"
A middle-aged man with short hair growled anxiously.
There was no spark between his eyebrows. He said this because he wanted these people to go first. If it was thunder, these people would be the first to step on it.
When those tourists heard this, they didn’t dare to delay any longer. They hurried to the Buddha, knelt down and began to kowtow.
“Bodhisattva bless you!”
"My Buddha is merciful!"
"I am a good person and have never done anything bad in my life, please let me go?"
Visitors kowtowed and prayed, and many promised to Offer incense.
The Buddha held his face with his palms, looking at these people expressionlessly, and suddenly showed a ferocious smile.
“Those who do not respect Buddha will die!”
As the word "death" fell, those tourists with a ball of sparks in front of their eyebrows ushered in the end.
The sparks exploded, igniting their hair and making them burn like candles. The fire spread very quickly and engulfed their entire bodies in an instant.
Boom! boom! boom!
There were suddenly so many ‘torches’ in the hall, dispelling a lot of darkness, but the surviving tourists felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, making them even colder.
The old aunt and Hua Yueyu hugged Lin Baici’s arms,
Shivering.
The seventy-five unlucky ones who were set on fire screamed, wailed, and called for help...
They ran around like headless flies, but they only lasted for more than ten seconds before they collapsed. On the ground, burned to death.
The body was in the shape of black coal, smoking, and the air smelled of burnt barbecue.
Ugh! vomit!
Many people vomited.
"Come forward!"
"Kneel down!"
"Promise the Buddha!"
The Dark Buddha spoke again.
This time everyone did not dare to neglect. Except for two or three kittens who were still standing, everyone else knelt down and kowtowed to the Buddha.
“Bai Ci, kneel down quickly!”
The old aunt saw that Lin Baici did not kneel down and quickly pulled him.
"Brother Lin, don't worry about face, survival is important."
Brother Gu urged.
Don't worry about whether it's useful or not, just kowtow first and then talk about it.
The tourists bowed their heads, but the Buddha was not satisfied. It snorted again, and a ball of sparks spurted out of its nose.
Everyone has seen the horror of this thing. It swung and dodged anxiously. Some people pushed each other, trying to squeeze into the crowd and use others as human shields.
The speed of the sparks is very fast, and the flight path is irregular, making it difficult to avoid.
It just depends on luck.
Sixty more unlucky people were caught in the middle of their eyebrows by this spark.
“Lin...Brother Lin!”
The photographer cried.
He was unlucky. There was a spark burning in front of his eyebrows.
“Kowtowing is not enough, we must quickly find the correct way to worship Buddha!”
Lin Baici analyzed and asked the God in his heart, what should we do?
But the mysterious voice did not reply.
“It seems we can only rely on ourselves!”
Lin Baici began to save himself and called on everyone: “Don’t waste time here, please search the hall carefully to see if there are any Clues! "
In the Main Hall, in addition to the dark Buddha enshrined on the Buddhist altar in front, there are eighteen small Buddhist altars on its left and right sides.
If Lin Baici guessed correctly, it should be the location of the eighteen Arhat monks who rushed out just now.
Behind the Buddhist altars on both sides, there is a row of purple-lacquered wooden frames with a row of unlit bronze oil lamps placed on them.
The main hall is paved with blue stone slabs, as smooth as a mirror, with scriptures engraved on them. The dome is too high to see clearly.
The surrounding walls are carved with colorful murals.
There is a great Buddha descending to earth to save all sentient beings;
There are good men and women praying devoutly, chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha;
There are incense in full bloom, and my Buddha is always bright...
On these murals, even an inconspicuous weed is carved lifelike. The expressions of every believer are lifelike.
“There is nothing in this hall!”
Many people couldn’t find any clues and were desperate.
Lin Baici looked around and returned to the mural on the left wall.
A group of good men and women were sitting on futons, chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha.
“Do you want to chant sutras?”
Hua Yueyu also noticed this and his eyes lit up.
"Does anyone know how to recite sutras? Recite a few verses quickly!"
The short-haired middle-aged man shouted.
"I...I can!"
An old man stood up. He was old, in poor health, and still sick. In order to live a few more years, he began to believe in Buddhism.
He has a statue of Guanyin enshrined in his home, and he recites a sutra every day.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"
The short-haired middle-aged man urged.
The old man knelt down, clasped his hands together, and began to mutter sutras.
Everyone didn’t dare to breathe, and they all looked at him.
The Dark Buddha listens.
“It seems useful?”
The tourists were refreshed.
The old man took a sneak glance at the Dark Buddha and thought he had passed the test. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the Buddha spoke.
"Wild dogs barking and making noise!"
The Buddha looked impatient, raised his left hand, and volleyed!
A black Buddha palm condensed by light suddenly appeared more than ten meters above the old man's head, and was quickly photographed.
Bang!
Dust is flying, blood and flesh are scattered everywhere.
When the black Buddha palm disappeared, there was only a ball of flesh and blood smeared on the blue stone slab.
The old man is dead and his body is gone!
Many people’s scalps went numb when they saw this scene, wouldn’t chanting sutras work?
The big black Buddha glanced around.
Those tourists with sparks between their eyebrows were frightened and kowtowed harder, and two people even mutilated themselves to show their devotion to the Buddha.
But unfortunately, it’s useless.
Boom! boom! boom!
Sparks exploded, igniting them.
"Yueyu..."
The photographer looked at Hua Yueyu reluctantly. He knew he was going to die and wanted to confess, but before he could finish his words, his whole body was set on fire.
"Brother Gu!"
Hua Yueyu was in a bad mood. Brother Gu worked hard and had superb photography skills. He didn't smoke or drink. He was a good man and a good partner. Unexpectedly, he died here. Plant a place.
“Step forward!”
"Kneel down and worship!"
"Praise to the Buddha!"
The Buddha spoke with a cold voice.
“You asked us to worship Buddha, but you told us what to do?”
Someone shouted, indignantly.
The Buddha ignored him, but snorted again, and a ball of sparks came out of his nose.
Whoosh!
The tourists retreated hurriedly. Now everyone knows that if you get caught with this stuff, you will definitely die.
Sparks exploded, like a meteor shower, falling in front of some people's eyebrows.
At this moment, there is no distinction between high and low, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, it only depends on luck.
A spark flashed in front of Hua Yueyu and landed in front of Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows.
"Oppa..."
Jin Yingzhen panicked.
“Don’t give up!”
Lin Baici encouraged, his eyes wandering over the murals, while recalling everything that happened after the bell rang and the Buddha asked everyone to enter the hall to worship the Buddha.
"The way to worship the Buddha is to kneel down, copy scriptures, burn incense, offer tributes, chant sutras... chant sutras?"
Lin Baici had an idea.
Chanting sutras
It must be a way to worship the Buddha, but the Buddha is not satisfied. Is it because he does not understand?
Lin Baici lowered his head and looked at the scriptures on the bluestone floor in an unknown ethnic language, and recalled the chanting sound that sounded at the beginning of the Main Hall.
None of them are in Chinese.
"Yingzhen, you are going to read a scripture after me!"
Lin Baici quickly opened his backpack, took out the black alms bowl, and muttered "drink porridge" twice. Porridge', took out the vanilla futon.
Hua Yueyu looked very surprised when she saw this scene. Normally, she would have asked what it was, but now that people are dying, she has no intention at all: "Bai Ci, chanting sutras is useless!"
“Not necessarily!”
Lin Baici walked to the Buddha: "Hurry up!"
Jin Yingzhen quickly followed.
Lin Baici placed the vanilla futon and asked Jin Yingzhen to kneel on it, and then he began to chant.
Thanks for listening to it!
After listening to it once, he remembered that passage.
Jin Yingzhen listened to Lin Bai recite a sentence, and she repeated it. Because she had the blessing of being able to recite it by ear while kneeling on the futon, Jin Yingzhen's memory is very good at the moment.
Some tourists walked around the hall and did not give up looking for clues, while a few broke their jars and fell flat.
They watched Jin Yingzhen chanting sutras and felt that her efforts were in vain.
That old man has proved with his life that chanting sutras is useless.
“I would rather be burned to death than be photographed into a puddle of rotten flesh!”
The old aunt muttered.
Soon, people discovered that something was wrong. The Buddha did not kill anyone. It was listening to the oval-faced girl chanting sutras, and the solemn expression on its face also melted away.
Five minutes passed.
After Jin Yingzhen finished reciting, he looked at the Buddha with a worried look.
“Back off!”
The Buddha waved his hand, and the sparks between Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows popped and disappeared.
"Survived! Survived!"
Jin Yingzhen jumped up excitedly, like a koala, hugged Lin Baici and kissed him hard.
“Oppa, you are my superman!”
Jin Yingzhen spent the rest of his life full of gratitude to Lin Baici.
He saved me again!
“Is it okay to recite sutras?”
“Then why was the old man killed?”
“It seems that the sutras recited are different!”
The tourists were talking a lot and gathered around Lin Baici, wanting to find out more.
Everyone can see it.
This girl, who looks like a member of a Korean girl group, can survive entirely because of this big boy. (End of this chapter)