Chapter 15 Painting the wall and chanting scripture
“I can live!”
The old aunt breathed a sigh of relief.
“What sutra are you reciting?”
The short-haired middle-aged man squeezed through the crowd and came to Lin Baici.
"Teach us?"
Those tourists with sparkles between their eyebrows were more anxious than the other.
"When the hall opened the door just now, wasn't there a chanting sound? That's the one I asked her to recite!"
Lin Baici told everyone.
“That’s it!”
The tourists suddenly realized.
“You actually remembered it all?”
Hua Yueyu was shocked, what kind of magical memory is this?
Isn’t it too awesome?
“For those of you who have sparks between your eyebrows, don’t be stunned. Kneel down in front of the Buddha and follow this handsome guy in chanting!”
The short-haired middle-aged man Yue Zudai.
Judging from the current situation, if everyone wants to survive, they have to rely on this student, but whether he can help others or not, no one can restrain him, it all depends on his mood, so the short-haired middle-aged man wants to hear him chanting sutras one more time. , seize the time to write it down.
When the unlucky guys heard this, they immediately went to kneel in front of the Buddha, and then looked at Lin Baici anxiously.
"Listen carefully..."
Lin Baici didn't care, it was just a matter of reading it one more time.
Everyone was stumbling while reading, just like a person who had never learned English suddenly heard the teacher read a short article in English and had to read it along...
It was really too difficult.
Even if Lin Bai stopped every sentence, there were still people who couldn't keep up, and many people's pronunciation was not standard.
The Dark Buddha frowned after listening to a few words,
Is this chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha?
This is clearly a buzzing of flies, and it simply taints this passage.
So boom! boom! boom!
These unlucky guys were ignited by the sparks between their eyebrows and were quickly burned into coke.
At this time, more than a hundred corpses were lying in the hall,
it was very scary.
"Why were they killed again?"
Zhang Ju hugged her daughter tightly, completely confused.
"It must be that the chanting is not accurate!"
Sima Muxin said, if I heard the sound of chanting sutras like this, I would also want to hit someone.
The short-haired middle-aged man listened carefully to a few sentences and found that he could not understand or remember them. This made him a little confused, how did the beautiful girl do it?
Because no matter how he looked at him, he didn't look like a god of learning.
The sight of the short-haired middle-aged man fell on the futon held by Jin Yingzhen.
Is it related to this thing?
“Come forward!”
“Kneel down!”
"Buddha!"
The Dark Buddha urged, still snorting and spitting out sparks.
It’s the fourth batch.
Whoosh!
Everyone looked at Lin Baici.
Lin Baici did not take the initiative to go, but this time, the sparks ejected by the Buddha floated in front of his eyebrows, and Hua Yueyu did not hide away.
“Kneel down on the futon and chant after me!”
Lin Bai asked the female anchor to hold the vanilla futon and quickly get it ready.
In order to hear clearly, the tourists all wanted to get closer to Lin Baici, so some people pushed, cursed, and even started fighting.
Hua Yueyu was panicked and worried that she would not be able to remember, but soon discovered that she was overly worried.
She could memorize Lin Baici's weird pronunciation once she heard it.
“Am I so smart?”
Hua Yueyu was surprised.
“Don’t be distracted!”
Lin Baici warned.
Hua Yueyu immediately straightened her back and tried to pronounce each word as correctly as possible. It wasn't until Lin Baici's voice stopped ringing that she woke up and finished reading.
Then she looked up at the Buddha, waiting for the verdict.
"You two, stand down!"
When Hua Yueyu heard this, she excitedly waved her fist.
Yeah!
"Bai Ci, thank you!"
Hua Yueyu had tears in her eyes,
Brother Thigh, thank you for taking me flying!
The other sixty or so tourists with sparkles between their brows were panicked. The Dark Buddha did not mention them, and was obviously dissatisfied.
“Handsome guy, help us!”
Before they could call for help, a spark ignited them.
Another casualty!
The smell of burning is wafting away.
“Sure enough, it has something to do with that futon!”
The short-haired middle-aged man ignored those who were burned and rushed to Lin Baici in a few strides.
"Hello, I am Jiang Hong, the boss of Hongji Real Estate. I will give you 10 million. When it is my turn to worship Buddha later, can you lend me this futon?"
The middle-aged man got straight to the point.
In fact, there were a dozen tourists who also noticed the vanilla futon and wanted to borrow it, but the name Jiang Hong, who still had 10 million, stopped them.
The middle-aged man was very confident when he said this.
Hongji Real Estate is the leading enterprise in Guangqing City. Jiang Hong himself is the richest man in the city and is extremely famous. Who wouldn’t give him face?
Ten million would have knocked that boy down, right?
However, this money cannot be given in cash. When the time comes, it will be the most cost-effective to use two houses to pay him at the market price.
Jiang Hong felt that the other party would definitely agree.
“Ten million?”
Lin Baici looked at the middle-aged man.
So is this the black-hearted businessman that my uncle mentioned?
"Since you have money, why don't you build the unfinished building of your company?"
For the purpose of his son's marriage, my uncle's family bought a house from Hongji Real Estate seven years ago and planned to use it as a property. The wedding house was delayed until now and is still an unfinished building without a ceiling.
I heard that many people cannot live in new houses and have to pay off their mortgages every month. They are being deceived.
Jiang Hong did not feel embarrassed at all, and pointed out Lin Baici with the attitude of an elder: "You don't understand business matters!"
"Bai Ci, I can take out two million in cash, you must help me?"
The old aunt Xu Xiu is sincere and wants to use this money to buy her life. She is now very afraid and Jiang Hong became the same batch.
“I’ll give you money too, one million. Can you reserve a spot first?”
“I don’t have that much cash, but I have a villa. I’ll transfer it to you when I get out. !”
“I’ll give you half of my cannery’s annual profits!”
Some wealthy people began to bid, trying their best to offer a price that would impress Lin Baici, hoping that he would help them first, but most people were still poor and remained silent.
With a salary of three to four thousand a month, they are not even qualified to compete.
“Aunt Xu, don’t panic, if you can help me, I will!”
Lin Baici comforted her.
“Step forward!”
"Kneel down!"
"Praise to the Buddha!"
The Dark Buddha yawned. This time, the sparks he sprayed were so large that they directly enveloped more than two hundred people.
The little girl, her mother Zhang Ju, the old aunt, Jiang Hong, and little sister Li all had sparks between their eyebrows.
“Fuck OO!”
Jiang Hong cursed, laughed along, and continued to persuade Lin Baici: "Little brother, help me, I will remember this favor forever!"
"Brother Hungry God!"
Little The girl saw Lin Baici looking at her and waved her little hands.
"Handsome man, please save my daughter?"
Zhang Ju cried.
"Baici!"
The old aunt was trembling.
Little Sister Li said nothing, but her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at Lin Baici. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, who wouldn’t want to live?
Hua Yueyu and Little Sister Li are good best friends, and they are both affectionate and reasonable. She hopes Lin Baici will help Little Sister Li, but the little girl is only over three years old and has never even tasted the taste of flowers.
Lin Baici was just a student who had just graduated from high school. He was supposed to have a happy summer vacation, then go to college, find a girlfriend, and enjoy his youth, but now he had to choose who to help survive.
Those who are not chosen will surely die.
Lin Baici hated this choice.
Phew!
Lin Baici exhaled a breath and looked at the dark Buddha sitting high on the Buddhist altar, overlooking all living beings: "Can I chant sutras and worship Buddha on behalf of these tourists?"
"Ou Ba!”
Jin Yingzhen was startled and wanted to persuade him not to be impulsive, but she gave up after seeing the look in Lin Baici's eyes.
This...
Maybe he is a hero, right?
"Brother Lin, are you desperate for your life?"
Sima Mu was in a hurry and there was no need to take risks for these people.
"Saving one is saving, saving a group is saving, there is no difference!"
Lin Baici waited for the Buddha's reply.
"Yes!"
The Dark Buddha showed a smile full of evil taste, pointing with his left hand to the good men and women on the mural: "As long as you can follow them in chanting sutras and complete a Buddha ceremony, I will You can forgive the disrespect of these ants!”
“Okay!”
Lin Baici agreed, and it was just about chanting sutras.
Even if it grows longer, it is not a problem if it has a lot of ears and vanilla futons.
"Don't worry, listen to me. If the chanting is interrupted in the middle, you will die!"
The Dark Buddha chuckled.
Everyone gasped when they heard this.
"Brother Lin, don't take risks!"
Sima Mu urged: "Save the one you want to save, just do your best!"
The Dark Buddha looked down at Lin Baici with interest: "Then, do you still want to chant sutras for them?"
"Let's start!"
Lin Baici sat cross-legged on the futon, concentrating.
"Don't say anything. Who said I'd beat him to death!"
Jiang Hong roared: "If you want to fart, hold it in!"
It's a matter of life and death, and Jiang Hong can't afford to make any mistakes. .
Dang! Dang! Dang!
After three crisp chime sounds, the faithful men and women on the mural began to chant sutras.
After listening to a few words, the tourists' faces changed.
The sound is nice, but isn’t it too difficult?
It’s like listening to a book from heaven.
Who remembers this?
They looked at Lin Baici, despair rising in their hearts.
It's over!
In the array of Sanskrit sounds, we are bathed in the rain of Dharma together, and under the sound of chanting sutras, we are bathed in the grace of Buddha.
What others thought was as difficult as reaching heaven, Lin Baici did it. Although he didn’t know what this scripture meant, he followed the believers and read it word for word with precise pronunciation. Come down.
“It can be done!”
The tourists were excited.
Hua Yueyu and Jin Yingzhen were still worried because the chanting sound was getting faster and faster, as if they were spitting out thousands of words in one breath.
Fortunately, Lin Baici could keep up.
For fifteen minutes, Lin Baici's lips were numb, and he finally waited until the chanting ended.
The moment he stopped, every tourist's face was full of excitement and joy for surviving the disaster.
With such perfect chanting, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with that giant Buddha, right?
By the way, this guy’s memory is too good, right?
“Genius!”
Jin Yingzhen looked at Lin Baici with eyes in awe.
She had just used the herb futon, a taboo item, and it was very memorable, but people may not be able to tell it when they remember it.
Futon does not have the function of automatically correcting mispronunciation.
Therefore, Lin Baici's language expression and imitation abilities are very strong, and you must know that this is still under the huge pressure of dying if he fails.
Lin Baici did it!
This ability to withstand stress is simply ridiculously strong.
“Is it okay?”
Lin Baici asked with a smile, rubbing his lips with the back of his hand.
In order to improve his English listening scores, he began to recite a short article aloud every morning from the first year of high school. Over time, he developed his eloquence. (End of this chapter)