Chapter 461: Cultivation of Merits
"However, it seemed that nothing was wrong. Zhou Zongmin walked around the Sutra Pavilion, then laughed at his subordinates outside the gate and said: 'Look, even if I am the King of Heaven, I will , we have to let the evildoers get three points...'"
Both Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao knew that the key was coming, and they pricked up their ears together.
"At this moment, Zhou Zongmin suddenly raised his head and looked at the door frame of the Sutra Pavilion. As if he saw something extremely terrifying, he reached out and frantically tried to open the receiver of the pistol beside him. ”
"The door closed with a bang, and then several gunshots were heard inside, with flashes of light. Then there was a heavy wind and rain on the mountain. The entire Fawang Temple was shrouded in black clouds. In the Sutra Pavilion, there was a faint sound of dragon chanting. Sound.”
"When the black clouds dispersed, the people in the militia were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground. When they finally had the courage to open the door of the pavilion, they found that Zhou Zongmin had fallen dead in the Sutra Pavilion."
" But what’s weird is that Zhou Zongmin doesn’t have any scars on his body.”
“What’s even more weird is that there are dozens of boxes in the Sutra Pavilion. All the scriptures have lost their writing!”
“After that, no one dared to mess with the things in the scripture library. Those dozens of sandalwood boxes should have been worth some money. As a result, it was preserved until after the founding of the People's Republic of China."
"This is the origin of the "Wordless Book" in Fawang Temple."
"Master Cixiang seems to have had a chance to renovate the temple. Tomorrow is just right, so we can go and have a look together."
"Actually, there is more time in the afternoon, we can go now." Zhou Zhi said to Mr. Qiao: "We used to camp often, and we can camp wherever there is a dam."
"There are many empty houses in Fawang Temple, so you don't have to worry about not being able to live in them." Mr. Qiao said.
Both of them are fond of legendary archeology. Mr. Qiao is naturally like this, and Zhou Zhi has dug into the tombs of the Han Dynasty and Song Dynasty in the past two years. In the words of the fourth cousin, the character is too hard to enter the tomb. The old ghosts inside have to stick to the wall for fear of being harmed by the two people's aura, so if there is any psychological pressure, it is on the side of the gods and ghosts, not on the side of these two guys.
"Although this story is magical enough." Zhou Zhi said: "But the warlords of the Republic of China are very nonsensical, and they all have one characteristic, that is, they all have a wave of energy and will not give up until they achieve their goals. .”
"Can the warlords' attempts be stopped by the sudden death of a militia leader? They will not regard human life as human life."
"Then there are only two possibilities, or the goal has been achieved. Otherwise, it’s something you want to get The West is gone.”
Both of them are disciples of Confucianism, and they are people who do not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. Even if Zhou Zhi is a human again, he only thinks that it is the power of the mysterious universe, and does not think that. The power can be exerted on an individual at any time.
There may be another explanation for the mysterious incident at Fawang Temple.
No matter what, you have to go on an on-site inspection.
The godfather is also doting on the two younger ones, and he doesn't care whether the request is reasonable or not. Since the good grandson has proposed it, they just don't find it tiring, so they can pack up and prepare.
After dinner, Zhou Zhi and Wu Qiaomu brought their photography and video equipment. Yao Shu carried his grandfather on his back and specially told him to make bean paste for the masters of Fawang Temple. The three of them added an ink fountain and headed towards Fawang Temple. Go to the mountain gate.
The terrain here is exactly the same as the hills around Jiachuan County. The scenery made Zhou Zhi quickly forget that this is actually the edge of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, a platform reached after climbing fifteen miles.
The vegetation along the way is very dense with bamboo forests, fir forests, and pine forests. The specialties here are medicinal materials, bamboo shoots, and mushrooms.
After walking along the dirt road for about four or five miles, the three of them turned up a stone step that had been repaired to a considerable size.
The stone steps are made of red sandstone, that is, Danxia stone, and are very conspicuous among the surrounding green mountains and rivers.
Going up the stone steps is the mountain gate. The mountain gate is also an archway made of Danxia stone. On it are three official script characters - Fawang Temple - made of broken blue and white porcelain.
There are two small characters written vertically on the side - Yang Sen.
After passing the mountain gate, there are many stone sculptures on both sides of the stone stairs. They are not big in size. Even the angry-eyed King Kong looks very cute. After walking through the stone steps, we came to a small square. The square was also paved with Danxia stones. Apart from the Jiazhou area, Zhou Zhi had never seen this square in other places.
There is an iron stove in the square, and there is a tower-shaped iron top on the stove to prevent rainwater from flowing into the stove.
“During the big temple fair, this place is very lively.”
Looking at the four straight characters of “Tathagata Dojo” on Laoshan Gate in the Qing Dynasty in front of him, Zhou Zhi sighed: “Yes Don’t all big heroines like to attract the Buddha’s family to boost their reputation?”
“What do you mean?”
“Wu Zetian also said that she is the reincarnation of Maitreya.” Mr. Qiao understood what Zhou Zhi meant: “The Queen Mother of the West also invested in Tathagata Dojo. I don’t know if the two of them have the same ideas. Almost..."
"It's a pity that we have no relatives by the willow bank of the lake in this life, but we were unable to be together as lotus flowers in the previous life." Zhou Zhi pretended to be together, and also recited a sentence.
"Amitabha, this kid is quite knowledgeable."
Zhou Zhi turned around and saw an old monk holding a wrench, his hands covered with oil.
This scene is a bit strange.
Uncle Yao said: "Master Cixiang, these are the two juniors in the family, Qiao Mu and Jiuzi."
"I still remember the tree. How tall is it? When I was young, I was naughty. I ran around all over the mountain with my ink brush. I even picked up a little bird whose tail hadn't grown yet, and kept it in the temple to raise it every day."< br>
"Why don't you take it home to raise?" Zhou Zhi asked Master Qiao a little strangely. ·
“The little birds have not stopped feeding, so they need to use chyme, which is very troublesome to take home and raise.” Mr. Qiao said: “Unlike Fawang Temple, there is porridge every day.”
< br>"This is also the merit of Qiao Mu." Ci Xiangheshi: "Taught us how to feed correctly. Later, many of the chicks that were often blown away from their nests by wind and rain in the mountains survived."
"Is this considered a merit? He is probably just playful. ”
Ci Xiang smiled and said: "If you don't get involved in cause and effect, you can only stay in the present moment forever, without making any progress, but in vain."
"Unless you have become a Buddha, you have to practice."
“As long as the body and mind move, cause and effect will eventually be involved. The difference is only in sowing good causes and seeking good results, and sowing evil causes and reaping bad results. It’s just a farewell.”
“This is the pursuit of this life. Having a compassionate heart and planting good causes does not actually need to achieve any actual purpose. This feeling in the heart is already a good result.”
“To uphold and practice the precepts must come from the original mind. If the mind is not pure, it is attachment.”
"Cultivation of charity without form is for merit; practicing it with form, even if you build hundreds of temples and save hundreds of thousands of people like Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty, it can at most be called merit."
"With this in mind, I still feel If you are selfish and use your merit as a capital to show off, it is not even a merit."
"That's it." Zhou Zhi quickly said: "Thank you, master. Please give me some advice."
Cixiang held up the wrench and smiled bitterly: "It's really inappropriate to say this with an iron hand, but there are frequent power outages in the temple, and although the county has provided a generator, the love is still there every three days. Something went wrong..."
Zhou Zhi said again: "If the motor has merit, then it's my turn to repair it..."
(End of this chapter)