Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 175 Actually... Uncle Master is also very narrow-minded!
The group of seven people was the monk of Nanshan Temple who had met Jiang Qingyu once.

Among them, the chubby little monk named Zen Ding covered his stomach with his hands, his upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting, and his whole body was listless, as if he had fainted from hunger:

"Master Liujie, I really can't walk anymore."

"Yesterday evening in that Di people's tribe, I saw them poor, so I only ate half a piece of cake, and have been starving since then, and now the whole person is dizzy, with stars in their eyes, and everything looks like a piece of cake. "

"Uncle, am I going to pass away soon?"

"If I pass away, you must burn my body! I have been reciting Buddhist scriptures when I was hungry, and I will definitely burn a pile of relics!"

"Don't the royal family always miss the relics burned after the abbot's death? You can give my relics to the royal family in exchange for the quietness of the temple."

"You don't have to be too moved to tears, just remember to serve a few more bowls of Vegetarian Food every time you come to visit my grave..."

On the side, another little novice monk carrying a crescent shovel couldn't help but said:
"Brother, if you don't say a few words, maybe you can hold on for a while longer and eat the next vegetarian meal."

"..."

The chubby little novice had an aggrieved expression on his face.

"Amitabha."

Liujie recited the Buddha's name with compassion on his face:

"Chan Ding, help the uncle look ahead, is there someone in the air?"

The little monk, who was already exhausted, raised his lower eyelids with difficulty.

The next moment his eyes shine:
"It seems... there is someone!"

But then he hung his head again:

"No! I must be hallucinating from starvation. Where did people come from in this wilderness?"

The little novice said helplessly:

"Brother, there is really someone! I saw it too, it's the army!"

"Didn't you see the densely packed tents? There are thousands of people there!"

"Not only is there someone in front..."

"There are people behind us!"

The voice just fell.

A sound of hoofbeats sounded from behind them, and another group of people in different costumes sneered and galloped their horses, passing them in the blink of an eye.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but a few horses were very close, and their hoofs trampled on the muddy grass, splashing waves of sewage and splashing on several people.

"Amitabha."

Liujie recited the Buddha's name and waved his sleeves at the same time.

In an instant, the sewage stagnated in mid-air, refusing to fall for a long time.

The next moment, it seemed as if time had flown back in time, pouring down the original path to the ground.

The chubby little novice, who was originally depressed, was taken aback, and immediately woke up from his drowsy state:

"Master, those people clearly did it on purpose!"

"The leader is from Beishan Temple!"

The faces of the rest of the people also showed a bit of anger.

There are more than [-] temples in the state of Chu, among which the most popular ones are Nanshan Temple and Beishan Temple.

Both temples have a living Buddha.

In recent years, as the old abbot is approaching his death, the incense in Nanshan Temple has been reduced and reduced.

In the spring of last year, the old abbot of Beishan Temple opened an altar to give lectures on Buddhism for seven days and seven nights.

For a moment, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, day and night.

This grand event greatly increased the reputation of Beishan Temple!

Tens of thousands of believers were fascinated by what they heard, and when they went back, they added fuel and vinegar to publicize the matter. Talented scholars and scholars in Chu State also wrote books and poems about it one after another.

Even Emperor Jing Hong couldn't help but join in the fun, wrote the words "becoming a Buddha and becoming a ancestor" in his own handwriting, and ordered people to make a plaque out of golden nanmu, and sent it to Beishan Temple.

This makes the incense of Beishan Temple more and more prosperous.

At the same time, Nanshan Temple, another Buddhist holy place, is having a harder time.

When the common people were talking about the old abbot of Beishan Temple, some people also mentioned the Living Buddha of Nanshan Temple. The good people made a bet that the old abbot of Nanshan Temple would not dare to open an altar to teach Buddha!
Even if the altar is opened, it will not last longer than seven days and seven nights.

Both temples have a large number of believers, and for a while, huge amounts of gold and silver were bet on both ends of the gambling game.

Since that day, batches of pilgrims have come to Nanshan Temple every day, imploring the old abbot to open an altar to teach Buddhism, and suppress the arrogance of Beishan Temple.

But the old abbot remained indifferent.

then……

Someone lost gold and silver, vented his anger to Nanshan Temple, went up the mountain to make trouble, and insulted the old abbot.

As a result, the incense in Nanshan Temple is getting worse day by day.

Zen Ding and others know the inside story. It's not that the old abbot doesn't want to open an altar to talk about Buddhism, but his purpose of talking about Buddhism is to save the world, not to encourage the unhealthy trend of excessive gambling!

When the altar was opened under the circumstances at that time, most of the people attracted would not be devout Buddhists, but a group of deranged gamblers.

No matter how many days he talks, someone will lose their fortune because of him.

This defeats his original intention.

Besides...

The old abbot didn't have much lifespan, and opening an altar to talk about the Buddha was particularly energy-consuming. If he continued to talk for seven days and seven nights like the one in Beishan Temple, it would definitely reduce his few days of life again!
This will hit Beishan Temple's conspiracy!

Once the old abbot passes away, the situation of Nanshan Temple without the living Buddha will be even more difficult!

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Too bullying!"

Fatty Shami Meditated with a look of grievance:
"They are all Buddhist disciples, and they recite the same Buddhist scriptures. Why does Beishan Temple bully our Nanshan Temple like this?"

"Isn't it enough to take away our incense? On the way, we will be splashed with mud!"

An old monk sighed and said:

"Be patient."

"Since the spring of last year, when the one from Beishan Temple opened the altar to give a lecture on Buddhism, their popularity has risen for a while, and with the support of the royal family, their incense has grown day by day."

"But our Nanshan Temple is declining day by day. If it weren't for the large sum of gold and silver donated by Lu and Jiang in the cold winter last year, I'm afraid we won't have enough money to repair the Buddha statue next time!"

"Today is different from the past, we are no longer the same as Beishan Temple!"

The little novice also imitated and sighed:

"Uncle Six Precepts, I can't figure it out. They are also practicing Buddhism. Why are these people so narrow-minded?"

"Could it be that the Buddhist scriptures they recite are different from ours?"

Liu Jie smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the other person's head, and said in relief:
"Zen Ding, you are wrong."

"Ok?"

The little monk looked puzzled:
"Master, please explain to me."

Liu Jie leaned over and took the other's hand, walked forward step by step, and said with a smile at the same time:
"actually……"

"Master is also very narrow-minded!"

This statement came out.

The rest of the people were slightly taken aback.

The next moment, they looked up, and saw the golden light above Liu Jie's head, and the sound of Zen, it seemed that he had become a Buddha!

It's just that there is a hint of blood in the vast Buddha's light.

……

at the same time.

Jiang Qingyu also noticed the abnormality, and walked out of the tent accompanied by Luqi and Duyou.

He followed the eyes of others, and immediately noticed dozens of people riding horses.

With his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that this is a group of Jiang Hu people from different sects——

Seven were from the Bright Moon Realm, thirteen were from the Fate Star Realm, and the rest were all juniors.

Among them, the bald donkey from Beishan Temple and the swordsman from Bailu Mountain Villa are clearly dressed and can be recognized at a glance. As for the others...

But it's a little strange, and I can't call out the name of the power for a while.

It is estimated that it is a small school.

But it's not hard to guess that they should all be distinguished guests from the palace who were invited to participate in this Winter Hunting Competition.

"Young master, the visitor is not kind."

Zhao Lu pulled out the golden knife, walked to Jiang Qingyu's side, and whispered in his ear:
"The night before the big competition, the Second Lady hosted a banquet for the Second Young Master at Qifengju. This group of people should all go!"

"The young master fought in the Black Water Lake to decide the world and become the prince is almost a certainty. This group of people took advantage of the second lady. In order to repay, they might do some extreme things!"

Jiang Qingyu remained calm:
"Why, is it possible that they still dare to kill me in public?"

Zhao Lu frowned deeply.

"That's not so."

"but……"

He glanced at Wu Tuobu and others, and reminded:

"They may intervene in the battle for Beidi Royal Court!"

"After all, Qiyan Wumu and the others are still on the Anbei Army's reward list. They can completely uphold righteousness and kill a few people!"

"If the young master stops..."

"Maybe he will be accused of treason for colluding with foreign enemies!"

Jiang Qingyu sneered:
"Is it?"

"That son is quite looking forward to it."

The next moment, he looked at Qiyan Wumu and the others, his voice was cold and beyond doubt:
"Put on all the armor that you have untied, and take all the knives that you have untied."

"Prepare for battle!"

(End of this chapter)