Royal Road

Chapter 50 Hoe

Seeing the people swarming outside the temple and the astonished eyes of the high-ranking gentlemen beside him, Nian Fa felt dizzy. He had heard the rumors about Liang Feng’s beautiful appearance, and he knew the intention of Master inviting him to come, but he never thought that this person could have such a great magical power, making the people of Jinyang crazy!

Not only does he have this face, he also has the name of the Buddha’s dream! In this way, wouldn’t the hard-working Fa conference become a marriage for others?

Nianfa couldn’t help turning his head and looking at Master. Unexpectedly, the old monk did not change his face, stepped forward, and saluted Wang Wenhe, who was the first to ascend the steps: “Wang Zhong is coming, Lao Na is very lucky.”

Wang Wen also didn’t expect the abbot to go out to greet him, and quickly said: “The abbot is very polite. How can I not fail to see the great event of the Fa conference?”

After the two met the ceremony, Liang Feng also ascended the last step, standing beside Wang Wen.

The old monk turned his face, looked at him up and down, and suddenly bowed deeply: “Thank you, donor Liang.”

This thank you was far beyond the usual etiquette, and everyone around him was in an uproar. Liang Feng was also taken aback for a moment, and immediately made a bow with both hands, and said, “Thank you, the abbot.”

A line of monk rituals, a line of custom rituals, two lines of thank you, a grind, countless lives. Unreasonable, but affectionate. Below the steps, Wu Hundreds of people kneeled down in tears, dictating “Nan Wu” and the Buddha’s horn resounded throughout the world.

The old monk slowly got up and made a “please” gesture: “All donors, please watch the ceremony in the temple.”

Liang Feng straightened up, listening to the loud Buddha’s name, and seeing everyone in front of him applauding, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. This old monk really knows how to grasp the situation. With just a ceremony, people’s attention is drawn away and turned to the Buddha and the Fa conference. But he doesn’t care. Isn’t he coming today just for the Fa conference?

Following Wang Wen, he stepped into the Huai’en Temple.

This temple was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty, not very long since then, but its momentum is not small. Although the puja is grand, there are temples inside and outside the temple. Outside the temple are just some treasure-covered incense candles, but inside the temple are prayer flags fluttering with incense mist. The monks were dressed in dharma robes and held dharma implements, unspeakably solemn.

In such an overwhelming religious atmosphere, several people sat in the seats in the main hall. The one who gets the most hands on it is an old man, dressed as Yanju, who can’t see his identity. Next are the elders of Zhong and Pei, and then Wang Wen. The women with veiled hats were sitting separately. Liang Feng took a seat next to Wang Wen, looked at the old man at the top, and guessed where he came from. But at this time, no one introduced him.

After the guests were seated, the abbot walked into the main hall, knelt upright in front of the futon, and paid homage to the golden Buddha in the main hall. Then he got up and walked to the Buddhist table to beat the golden drum on the table.

With the sound of the golden drum, the big bell in the temple rang, the cymbals, wooden fish, and bronze chime sounded successively, and the Sanskrit sound was masterpiece. Sitting on the main hall, I felt that the heavens and the earth were trembling with the sound of music, the light outside the temple was bright, the temple was scented with incense and candles, the Buddha looked down at the flowers, the corners of his lips were smiling, and the indescribable compassion was hazy. Drum music surrounds the whole body, everywhere is not Buddha singing, everywhere is not fairy sound.

This shocking effect is not something ordinary people can resist. The two old women sitting at the top immediately trembled, holding a cloth towel and gently reaching into the veil, as if they were wiping away tears. Wang Wen put his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. Liang Feng couldn’t help but praised that the Buddhist rituals were truly extraordinary. No wonder there were so many believers.

Fanle rang for a quarter of an hour before gradually disappearing. The abbot held the willow branch and gently dipped it in the golden bowl in front of him, and sprinkled the rootless water into the sky. Then he unfolded the scriptures in front of him and began to sing prayers and repentance.

The confession is ancient and elegant, and the rhetoric is gorgeous. The main purpose is to thank the Buddha for the grace, praise the generosity of the benefactors, and send the grandeur to save the dead souls who died in the epidemic. It is rare that the confession is written without flattery and contemptuousness. Words and words are cherished and appropriate. The several gold masters in the audience nodded and smiled, obviously very helpful to this compliment.

After the long confession, the abbot struck the chime in front of him, and the chanting sounded again.

This time, it lasted a full quarter of an hour. In a blink of an hour, half an hour passed before the opening ceremony was completed. The abbot turned and returned to the main seat of the main hall. How can I say it is a 60-70-year-old old man, standing for half an hour, and reading such a long and slurred confession, it is rare that this old monk can still keep his face flushed and breathless, and instruct his knowledgeable guest to offer incense to the benefactors. Ming.

After everyone had used the tea, he said: “The epidemic in Jinyang city, fortunately, the Buddha entered the dream to guide, Wang Zhongzheng is in the middle of the circle, and the beneficiaries have generously given to them. Now the disease has been eliminated, and the merits are boundless. This temple wishes. Reshape the Buddha’s golden body and open the Dharma conference for three days to surpass the souls of the dead.”

Everyone has known about this for a long time, and now that I say it so solemnly again, naturally there is only one intention: to ask for money.

Hearing the string of grace, the old man sitting at the top whispered his beard: “Buddha is merciful! I would like to donate 200,000 yuan to save the soul of the dead.”

The abbot humbly replied: “Thank you Du Wei.”

Two hundred thousand dollars is not a small amount. What is the origin of this captain? The doubts in Liang Feng’s mind were even greater. But the generosity has already begun, and he cannot be distracted.

Immediately after the scribes, the Zhong family and the Pei family donated one hundred thousand dollars each, and Wang Wen represented the Wang family, just like the two clans. These few people represent Jinyang’s top elite. Then came the Guo family, Sun family, Wen family, and Yu family, all donating 50,000 yuan, obviously inferior to the previous ones.

Because it is an elegant seat in the temple, there are very few people who are eligible to attend, and after a while, all the gifts will be completed. Everyone’s eyes fell on Liang Feng beside Wang Wen. According to his status, he should also donate 50,000 yuan. But can a plainly dressed Baishenting Hou, who can only take a light car, can spend so much money?

In the eyes of the crowd or worried or curious, Liang Feng calmly got up, bowed and said: “This time, the origin of the origin is all because of the Buddha’s dream. I have specially prepared a few things in front of the Buddha’s altar.”

Hearing this, many people showed kind smiles. Only Dao Liangfeng chose the trick of donating goods instead of money and food, that is, he was decent and not rude. However, when Liang Feng took the wooden box handed by the servant and took out a thing from it, many people gasped.

It is a lotus lamp, divided into upper and lower layers. The upper layer is a bowl, like a flower bud; the lower layer is a plate, which stretches like a lotus leaf. The two are perfectly integrated, finely crafted, lustrous and lustrous, obviously the best porcelain. Surprisingly, this one turned out to be white!

All of you here are rich and powerful. Which one does not have porcelain? For porcelains in the world, the more kiln is more expensive. Yue kiln celadon is all that can be used on the countertop. A Yue kiln celadon furnace is often a status symbol of the nobles. But who has ever seen such a white porcelain lotus cup?

Although it was not transparent and white, it was indeed blue and white, and there was some dull glaze with uneven color on the bottom of the plate. However, the slight imperfections of the white birch will not make the lotus flower eclipse. On the contrary, it has some silt and unstained elegance, which is more and more moving.

Such a lotus flower is not uncommon to sell for one hundred thousand dollars, and it is even more pious to use it to pay tribute to the Buddha!

Liang Feng seemed to have not heard those air-conditioning sounds. After gently putting the lamp down, he opened another box and took out five volumes of scripture.

“This is the entire volume of the “Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra”. I heard this sutra in my dreams, and now I return it to the Buddha before driving.”

At this time, even the monks in the temple were all moved. They have heard more or less the anecdote of the Scriptures of Dreaming, but only a handful of people have seen the Scriptures. Now that Liang Feng generously offers it, how can it not make people excited? Even the abbot himself put his palms together and bowed to the scripture three times before taking it with both hands.

Both of these are treasures that cannot be calculated with money. When the people in the temple look at Liang Feng, they have completely lost their contempt and pity just now. In addition to the spectacular sight of thousands of people on their sides, it has cast a layer of shimmering halo on him. . Who else has doubts about the Buddha’s dream? !

At this time, Liang Feng turned around and bowed to everyone sitting on the top of the lounge: “The last thing, but it was an unrelenting invitation. Since the journey of Liang Mansion, I have seen countless refugees, hungry and cold, and leaving their homes. In the city of Jinyang, there are thousands of Li concubines who walk in the path and worship, only to pray for the blessings of the Buddha. The puja can save countless ghosts of the underworld. Who will save the hunger and loneliness in the world? Therefore, I would like to take out thousands of Tibetans. The paper of the scriptures will be exchanged for rice and donated to the suffering people in the city.”

Everyone was stunned when he said this. Use paper for food to help the poor? In fact, big households also do good deeds of porridge. In the event of a disaster, they will set up porridge markets, but very few people will treat it as a relief. But think about it, they are willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to save ghosts, but why can’t they spend some money to save the living people in this world?

Aside, Mrs. Guo, wearing a drape hat, suddenly said, “The old man is willing to exchange fifty pebbles for Liang Langjun’s Tibetan scripture paper.”

Although the old woman of the Guo family is very old, but the family is not superb, it is very rude to speak boldly at this time. However, after everyone was startled, they suddenly realized another thing. This paper, but the Buddhist scripture paper from Liang’s Mansion! With the blessing of the Buddha in his dream, will this Tibetan scripture paper also contain aspirations and can bless family members? Guo’s mansion broke two young sons in the pandemic. Could it be that because of this, old man Guo can’t wait to speak, want this paper?

Immediately, someone became annoyed. How could such a good opportunity never be thought of before? It’s just fifty shi rice grains, what a lot to them! He was snatched away at the moment, no matter how high his status was, it wouldn’t be good to ask for another price.

Sure enough, Liang Feng happily said to Mrs. Guo: “Thank you for her mercy. After the puja, I will send someone to bring Tibetan scriptures.”

After that, he turned to face the abbot again: “I will be leaving Jinyang in the next few days. I wonder if I can ask Huai’en Temple to donate the fifty-stone rice grain on my behalf?”

Oh! It was only then that the chanting reaction came to pass. What a mess! If the fifty-stone rice grains are transported to Huai’en Temple and donated by the temple, the poor will definitely be grateful for the kindness of Liang Feng and Guo. However, there is always a time when the rice grains are exhausted. If it is used up and relief is stopped in the temple, will the foolish people who do not understand the world hate Liangfeng? I am afraid not. Instead, the monks will be blamed for being stingy and unwilling to save others. In this case, don’t giving can never stop? How much rice and firewood should I put in the temple?

Of course the abbot can think of what he can think of when he recites the Dharma. However, the old monk did not hesitate, he just nodded slightly, and recited a scripture: “The Bodhisattva should have no place to live in the Dharma; The sound and fragrance touch the law to give; Subhuti, the Bodhisattva should be a generosity, not in the form, why is it; if the Bodhisattva does not stop giving, the merit is inconceivable. Liang’s beneficiary’s act is exactly the non-phase generosity, which is a great blessing. How can this monastery reject the great virtue and wisdom?”

What the old monk read is exactly a passage from the “Diamond Sutra”. It means that when giving donation, no coloring is allowed, and no intention of showing kindness is allowed. Only by keeping the thoughts of doing good and helping others in your heart at all times can you obtain the greatest reward and achieve the bodhisattva body.

This is Zen Yin Buddhism. How can all of you here who are enthusiastic about Buddhism not understand it? Everyone nodded and nodded, and their hearts were enlightened.

Unexpectedly, the old monk would be able to return a high hat and round the scene for him, and Liang Feng also smiled and saluted. No matter what the explanation is, his purpose has been accomplished. With the pricing of the Fa conference, if someone comes to buy sutra paper in the future, they will have to pay the price of a thousand sheets of fifty shi. This is exactly the same as Ming grabbing money, but it is still elegant and elegant, without the smell of copper, shouldn’t those high-ranking people rush to it?

With the promise that the next generation will give rice and grains, Huai’en Temple can’t just be a brave that swallows money and grain, but also spit out some money and grain to give porridge and rice. I don’t know how many people can live with the money and food left between my fingers. To have such a result, it is not in vain to put a lot of effort into making a show today.

With a Qianqian smile, Liang Feng sat back in his original position.

The host joins hands and bows again: “Since this time the Buddha’s condition refers to the first volume of the transcendental sutra, use this “Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra”.”

Upon hearing the words, the two monks immediately stood around and unfolded the scripture sent by Liang Feng. The old monk took a light breath and began to read. His voice is not clear, on the contrary, it is a bit hoarse and dry, but when he reads the scriptures, he has a charming charm that directly points to people’s hearts. The “Diamond Sutra” translated by Kumarajiva is incomparably exquisite, with beautiful rhetoric, mastery of language, and profound mystery, which fits the taste of the Jin people. Now that the old monk read it slowly, it is even more fascinating.

The Zen sound was faint, and the fragrance mist enveloped Liang Feng. Liang Feng slowly closed his eyes and listened quietly.