Chapter 560: The Hidden Danger of the Wealth Immortal is Revealed
After Chu Tai's new external incarnation entered the human world, he immediately followed the connection between Qi and came to Cangyan Mountain.
This mountain belongs to the remnants of the Taihang Mountains. There are thousands of acres of jade forests in the mountains, and there are many kinds of trees. In addition to pine, maple, apricot, loquat and other grasses and trees, there are also some medicinal materials transplanted from other places.
Among the peaks and mountains, there are many Zen rooms, pavilions, and monuments standing, with wisps of aspiration condensed on their surfaces.
The Temple of the Reclining Buddha in the mountains is also one of the few places of Buddhist practice in Central China.
At this moment, Chu Tai took on the appearance of Lord Xiang and entered along the mountain gate.
The mountain gate of Wat Pho is also very interesting. The temple itself stands behind two peaks. The gate takes advantage of the mountains to pass through it. On both sides, there are carvings of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Buddhist scriptures. Some of them are not carved. Above the location, there is a horizontal bridge, forming a triple blockade.
As soon as Chu Tai walked into the mountain gate, he felt a faint wish rising from his feet.
"Huh?"
Chutai felt blessings such as blessings, peace, unity, joy, etc. flow throughout his body with the power of his aspiration.
An old man who came to offer incense saw this and said with a smile: "Isn't it magical? This is one of the Buddhist relics of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha. It is the compassionate protection of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. As long as the people who walk on this mountain road have no evil thoughts, , I have not practiced any magic, and the more I walk, the easier it becomes. Even though I am already in my nineties, I still feel strong every day.”
As he spoke, the old man put his hands together, bowed slightly and bowed three times to the portraits of Buddha and Bodhisattvas around him.
Then, the old man looked at Chu Tai again and asked: "I see that you are talented and have an extraordinary temperament. You are not like ordinary people. What else are you dissatisfied with? Do you want to come to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha?"
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"Then what are you asking for, old man?"
Facing Chu Tai's rhetorical question, the old man smiled and said with an easy-going face: "My family is prosperous and there are many talented people, but everyone said they are thinking about my three-acre land and feel that I am not as good as coming to the Buddhist temple every day." Instead of paying homage, you might as well help them out.”
Chu Tai looked at the old man and found that he was not speaking angrily, but seemed to be expressing his relationship with the younger generation in a weird way. Then, he heard the old man add as expected.
"But I don't understand their little thoughts, and they don't even think about who raised them up after their mother left. One or two of them, as long as they raise their buttocks, I know which one is going to fart. No. I was just afraid that I would be tired from going up and down, so I kept preparing servants for me to take me up in a sedan chair.”
"They don't even think about it. I have been so strong all these years, but I am relying on the protection of this Buddhist temple. If someone really sends me here, not to mention the loss of merit, I will not live for a few years in this old life."
At this point, the old man also sighed: "I have told them a long time ago that if you can handle things by yourself, just handle them by yourself. If you have to use external force, you can borrow mechanism skills. Why do you have to let others be slaves? , they are so unwilling to listen, I am also a little worried..."
After hearing this, Chu Tai completely understood the old man's thoughts. He was the kind of person who believed in Buddhism devoutly, and in the system of immortality, he could be regarded as the kind of person who had achieved success in practicing the lower path of immortality.
I have vaguely touched some destiny and magical powers, and I probably feel the problem of my child.
But he obviously had no education and could not express his thoughts clearly, so he knew that many of the things he did to his children were wrong, but he could not stop them. He could only keep going up the mountain to pray for blessings, hoping to protect his children. But it was so unlucky that he would open his mouth to remind himself. Chu Tai turned back and glanced at the Buddha statues on both sides, with a trace of understanding in his eyes.
He thought for a moment, looked at the old man, and asked: "The Temple of the Reclining Buddha is famous far and wide. I think the children who come to the old man's house must believe the words of the temple master."
"It's natural. Who among us hasn't grown up hearing the legend of Wat Pho? If the great virtuous man in the temple speaks, even a land hooligan will obey his instructions."
"Then this matter will be easy to handle. You can tell the monks in Wat Pho about your worries and ask them to act out a play with you. Just say that you are worried about the future of your children and are sick with worry. You need your children to pray for you. That’s it.”
"Isn't it bad to let a great gentleman accompany me in lying?"
The old man was hesitant, but Chu Tai took advantage of the victory and pursued him: "I won't hide it from you, old man. I know some medical skills, but I can see that there is something wrong with your body. If you are worried about ruining the monk's practice, just ask him to tell him that you are not in good health." Okay, let’s add one or two sentences in the middle. You’ve been worried a lot lately, so that’ll be fine.”
Hearing this, the old man murmured to himself thoughtfully: "This... this... is not good..."
Then he raised his head and wanted to ask Chu Tai, but found that he was walking as fast as flying and had already walked up more than thirty steps. The old man had no choice but to continue walking up. He was about to shout, but he could no longer see Chu Tai's face. shadow.
"Amitabha, that's so good! That's so good! The donor wants to help old donor Fei, so why drag him into trouble?"
A young monk with fine features suddenly appeared next to Chu Tai. He stood in front of him with one hand and held a rosary in the other. He looked at Chu Tai with a faint doubt in his eyes.
"I have the intention to do good deeds, but little monk, please don't make a mistake. This old man believes in your Wat Pho, and the vows and incense money he offered also entered the mountain gate of your Reclining Buddha Temple. You can't count the spirits in your mountain. You should guide him to get married with me, and I will help him solve all the problems.”
Chu Tai glanced at the young monk, then at the bridge above the two mountains, and smiled: "He answered a little question for me, and I pointed out a feasible path for him. We don't owe each other anything. Isn’t it great?”
"As for the person who solves the problem, since your Wat Pho has collected the incense money from me for so many years, it's no problem to help him solve it. Or maybe you also know that their family's affairs are quite troublesome and don't want to get involved, so you thought of recruiting someone from other places. Let me help you test the water?”
Chu Tai's last words were somewhat ridiculing. The young monk waved his hands repeatedly upon hearing this, saying that he and others definitely had no such thoughts.
"Since you don't have such an idea, why don't you help me?"
Chu Tai pressed forward step by step. The young monk had no choice but to turn his head and look down. He stretched out his hand a little. Under the faint Buddha light, some black aura appeared on the old man's body, surrounded by the smell of copper.
"The donor was right when he said something before. The problem of old donor Fei's family is quite troublesome, and even I, the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, cannot intervene directly."
Chu Tai took one look at the black energy and immediately understood why he was here.
"The power of Qingli Caixian's Dao Fruit? His son made a fortune, or is he still relying on the power of Qingli Caixian? Are he still trading?"
(End of chapter)