Chapter 279 Appearance
Han Si was in a hurry to go to Baode Temple to see what was going on, and subconsciously speeded up his pace. The older Shen Zhongguan was dragged behind, panting heavily from exhaustion.
Zhongguan Shen tried to break away from Han Si several times, but Han Si seemed to have taken the wrong medicine and grabbed him with one hand, trying to peel off a layer of his skin.
After several days of getting along, Shen Zhongguan had been served comfortably by Han Si. He even thought that he would be able to successfully complete this errand by hanging out for a while, but he never expected that he would have to endure this hardship at the end.
It’s also his fault that he wanted to visit Baode Temple.
"Dang" a crisp bell sounded.
Those who had not yet entered the temple suddenly became even more anxious. They got up early to catch up with the Dharma gathering, and no one wanted to miss it.
"Hurry up, hurry up."
Some are urging, some are crowding.
Zhongguan Shen was involuntarily carried forward by the crowd. After running for a while, he couldn't help but hold his chest and gasp, feeling that he had suffered a great crime.
Fortunately, when we arrived at the gate of the temple, everyone slowed down.
Because there were several young novice monks standing not far away. The young novice monks clasped their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. The kind expression on their faces suppressed the restless crowd.
We are here to worship the Buddha. If we bring our hostility to the temple, wouldn't it be counterproductive?
Zhongguan Shen bent over and coughed, feeling that he was finally alive, but Han Si on the side saw something else and shook Zhongguan Shen vigorously with one hand.
"Chong..." Han Si said, "Look, what is that?"
Zhongguan Shen shook his arm and threw Han Si away. Just as he was about to vent his anger on him, he saw the crowd automatically split to both sides, and a group of people carried or carried things to the temple.
The people subconsciously clasped their hands together. Only a few people didn't know what they were doing and couldn't help but ask.
Han Si is one of them.
Shen Zhongguan also began to chant the Buddha's name, but he felt that Han Si was very noisy today.
"What are you moving?"
"That was a donation to the temple," said someone who knew the inside story. "It happened once at the end of last year. Don't you know?"
Han Si naturally didn't know, and then asked: "Why are there so many things? Don't they usually give money for incense?"
The man looked pious: "Do you think this is an ordinary temple? This is Baode Temple. The abbot there did not ask for a sufficient amount of monk land from the government office, and all the alms received were used to open a porridge factory and gave to the city. The victims of the disaster and the refugees coming to Damingfu.”
“Many of the monks in the temple are working in the coal mines.”
Hearing this, Han Si's eyes flashed: "Let monks work? Isn't that just making money for merchants?"
The speaker's face immediately darkened: "What are you talking about? Madam Xie also pays the same wages to the monks when they work. If in order to make money, wouldn't it be good to increase the price of Buddhist charcoal? Is this necessary? Madam Xie, but Even the coal mines in hand were donated to the government office.”
"If you don't know, just buy a tabloid and read it, or ask people in the city. Don't ruin other people's reputation..."
After saying this, the man obviously didn't want to pay attention to Han Si anymore.
After all the people carrying alms entered the temple, the pilgrims continued on.
Han Si turned to look at Shen Zhongguan and found that Shen Zhongguan was talking to another pilgrim. The two of them clasped their hands together as if they were exchanging Buddhist dharma.
Apparently he was blinded by those rumors again.
Han Si finally entered the temple and looked around. There were pilgrims everywhere.
The alms were piled into a small Zen courtyard and soon filled up the small courtyard.
Han Si found the opportunity to grab a young novice and asked: "May I ask Master, what are you giving alms to?" The young novice performed the Buddhist ritual: "Most good people donate food and grain seeds."
Grain seeds? Han Si was a little surprised. Everyone said that there were not many acres of land in the temple, so how could they use so many grains?
But now no one can help him.
There must be some arrangement, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.
Before I could figure it out, I heard someone shouting: "Hurry... the time is coming."
The Dharma assembly is arranged in the side hall. The side hall is small and cannot accommodate many people, so many pilgrims can only watch from outside. Han Si didn't find Shen Zhongguan. He didn't know where he was squeezed to. After searching for a few times with no results, he had to wait until the Dharma conference was over before making further calculations.
"When" the bell rang again.
After the three bells rang, Master Zhiyuan, the abbot of Baode Temple, who was dressed in dharma robes, slowly walked out, followed by masters also wearing red cassocks. These eminent monks came from various temples to host the Dharma ceremony with Master Zhiyuan. .
The eminent monk was followed by a group of monks and then novice monks.
When the monk stood still, Master Zhiyuan took the lotus-shaped magpie-tail incense burner handed over by the monk. The Buddhist incense burned and the green smoke swirled back and forth in the incense burner continuously.
The monks, monks and novices began to sing and recite Buddhist scriptures.
Believers inside and outside the temple also began to recite along with the monks.
When the spreading green smoke enveloped his whole body, Master Zhiyuan stepped forward and walked around the Buddha statue to pray. This was originally a very solemn and solemn scene, but Master Zhiyuan couldn't help but be distracted. He subconsciously looked into the main hall. Take a look.
Xie Yuyan and several merchants stood in the hall.
Alas, Master Zhiyuan sighed in his heart. He never thought that when he was doing the ritual, the people standing in the hall were all businessmen. If it had been a few months ago, he would have thought it was a nightmare when he dreamed of this scene. The Buddha might Giving him a warning.
But now it's really happening.
The scariest thing was... He didn't feel anything particularly wrong, and he didn't even struggle too much in his heart. Instead, what appeared in his mind were the piled grains and the expectant eyes of the people.
Is his Buddhist heart broken? Or was he deceived?
He actually followed Mrs. Xie's arrangements so meekly and did things honestly.
"Master, just do your rituals, I will arrange the rest."
This is what Mrs. Xie said.
Zhiyuan didn't know why he should believe her, but she burned the temple twice.
Thinking of this, Zhiyuan took a sneak look at the Buddha statue and the surrounding prayer flags, fearing that another fire would start in full view of the public.
The prayer flags flickered slightly, and the Buddhist lanterns next to them also swayed. Fortunately, there were no other strange phenomena.
Zhiyuan continued walking, wondering what Madam Xie had done?
After circling the Buddha three times, Monk Zhiyuan stood back in front of the Buddha and began to lead everyone to worship the Buddha.
Put down the magpie-tail stove in your hand, light the incense and candles, lower your head and recite silently, kneel down and salute.
After everyone bowed three times, Monk Zhiyuan finally felt relieved. The Dharma Conference had gone smoothly up to this point, and nothing should happen later.
Just as he was about to get up from the futon, he suddenly heard an exclamation in his ear, and then someone shouted: "The spirit has appeared, the Buddha has appeared."
Zhiyuan raised his head subconsciously, and at some point, a ray of light happened to fall on the face of the Buddha statue in the middle. The halo reflected the figure of the Buddha, making the entire hall more holy.
Zhiyuan was also stunned, and subconsciously knelt back.
Could it be that...Buddha really appeared?