Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 80 Did the Poor Monk Step On Another Second Grandpa Just Now?

at the foot of the mountain.

Yuan Kong, the host of the Great Buddha Temple, and a group of monks came.

far away.

They saw a temple standing in the depression halfway up the mountain.

That temple is not as magnificent as the Great Buddha Temple, nor is it as noble and solemn as the Leiyin Temple, nor is it as elegant and beautiful as the Shaolin Temple.

The only feeling: ancient!
This Bodhisattva Temple is very old.

Across the void far away, Host Yuan Kong felt a strong breath of time rushing toward his face.

It is like an ancient temple that has stood for tens of thousands of years, with vicissitudes and vicissitudes.

Obviously walking up the mountain, but it seems to be going on a pilgrimage across the long river of ancient and modern times.

"This feeling."

Master Yuan Kong tightened the Zen stick in his hand, and a solemn look gradually appeared in his eyes.

However, the ancient temples that have passed through the years often mean that many seniors with profound Dharma have been seated.

Their bones are buried deep in the ground, blessing the prosperity of the Buddhist temple, and there is a special atmosphere permeating it.

"This temple, is it possible that there are also eminent monks sitting here?!"

Host Yuan Kong felt a little uneasy.

Before he knew it, he had put away his pride.

The anger caused by eating beef hot pot last night gradually disappeared.

His face became more and more calm.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this appearance is more and more unfathomable.

"Tsk tsk tsk, master is accumulating energy!"

"I'm probably preparing a big move! Let's wait and see!"

The female reporter with a cap and a group of anchors excitedly followed with their cameras on their shoulders.

front.

You Wenhua, the mayor of the town, and Zheng Dewang, the secretary of the village party committee, came face to face.

Seeing Master Yuankong, You Wenhua saluted with a smile on his face and said, "Hello, Master!"

At the same time handed a cigarette.

Yuan Kong presided over a salute, but did not accept the cigarette, and continued to walk.

He wanted to visit the temple as soon as possible.

You Wenhua was embarrassed for a while, watching Master Yuankong walk by with a group of monks, he put away his cigarettes as if nothing had happened.

Zheng Dewang said in a low voice: "Monks who don't smoke are breaking the precept."

You Wenhua glared at him.

did not speak.

Maybe the other monks don't smoke, but Master Yuankong is definitely an old smoker. Last time, he gave Master Yuankong a box of Furongwang, which he smoked.

Seeing a lot of people today, I actually pretended to be.

"Go, follow up and have a look, I don't know what Master Yuankong is here for." You Wenhua followed.

Soon.

Already in place.

This is halfway up the mountain, a col.

Once upon a time, this was the ancestral cemetery of the old Wang family. Eighteen generations of ancestors were buried here. Weeds were everywhere, pheasants built nests, and tombstones were looming in the grass.

But now.

There is not a single burial to be seen here.

There is only one ancient temple.

Two pheasants, one male and one female, took a group of fluffy little pheasants for a walk in front of the temple gate, leisurely eating the food scattered by the pilgrims.

"Is this pheasant not afraid of people?"

Master Yuan Kong asked suddenly, and smacked his mouth out of habit.

He misses chicken stew with mushrooms.

The pheasants on and off Qinding Mountain in the Great Buddha Temple have long been eaten up.

The teachers and wives in the nunnery next door have all lost weight.

Zheng Dewang smiled and said: "Master doesn't know something.

"This pheasant's nest was originally in the weeds of the old Wang's cemetery, but now the old Wang's grave is gone and turned into a temple. These pheasants take this place as their new home."

"A few days ago, it was reported in the news that Niu Niu Le and Pleasant Goat farms were in mass production. In fact, our pheasants are also in mass production."

"This pair of pheasants laid seven eggs at a time, all of which hatched into chicks and survived."

Zheng Dewang said, making a "rubbing" sound.

Then sprinkle a handful of millet.

Two pheasants ran over with their seven fluffy chicks, looked down and found it was millet.

They collectively raised their heads and looked at Zheng Dewang.

A look of human contempt and disgust appeared in his eyes.

Master Yuan Kong saw it and staggered in shock, almost losing the Zen stick in his hand.

"This pheasant has become a spirit?! Amitabha!"

He looked shocked, and couldn't believe that the pheasant had such eyes.

Zheng Dewang smiled and said: "See! That's why they are not afraid of pilgrims, and pilgrims are vying to feed them to form a buddha relationship."

"Hey, I'm hungry, I don't eat the millet, I guess I want to eat butter bread!"

Because over there, there are pilgrims spreading bread.

Master Yuankong suppressed the shock in his heart and looked at the pheasant walking leisurely away.

He muttered to himself: "Legends say that the pheasant is the reincarnation of the golden-winged roc under the Buddha's seat. Could it be true?"

These pheasants are so weird.

Those eyes are very human-like.

"Go, let's go into the temple and have a look!"

Master Yuan Kong said, a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

The pheasants outside the temple are so extraordinary, this temple is probably also extremely extraordinary!
Look up.

The gate of the temple is very large, more than ten meters high, wide and majestic. There is a plaque with gold characters on a black background hanging on it, which reads: Yangbao Bodhisattva Temple.

"Yangbao Bodhisattva Temple?!"

Host Yuan Kong frowned.

Among the bodhisattvas in the heavens, is there a Yangbao Bodhisattva?

At this moment, a disciple monk beside him exclaimed in surprise: "Master, look at this floor tile."

Yuan Kong presided over curiosity, looked down at the floor tiles under his feet, but couldn't help being surprised.

Where are these floor tiles, they are clearly tombstones!
The tombstone he was stepping on happened to be facing upwards, and he could only see the words "tomb of my late father, Wang Chongbao" written on it.

"Who is Wang Chongbao?" Yuan Kong asked.

You Wenhua was taken aback, and looked at Zheng Dewang, the village party secretary beside him.

Zheng Dewang hurriedly explained: "It's Wang Dabao's father from Qingping Village!"

"Ten years ago, the old man died in a car accident and was buried here. Last night, the ground cracked and the Yangbao Bodhisattva Temple emerged from the ground. His tomb disappeared, but the tombstone became floor tiles."

Host Yuan Kong's back felt chills when he heard it, and his bald head was sweating coldly.

The poor monk actually stepped on the tombstone of the dead? !

He hurriedly bypassed it and continued walking inside.

Behind him, a group of reporters and anchors followed suit.

The female reporter in the cap gave a disdainful smile, and stepped on the sneakers indifferently.

The threshold of the Bodhisattva Temple is very thick and high. Yuan Kong is old, and a disciple supports him to step on the threshold.

Suddenly, he saw that there were also words on the threshold.

Curiously, he possessed himself and read: "The tomb of XX Wang Dibao."

The first two words are unclear, but the words "Tomb of Wang Dibao" are faintly visible.

A tombstone as a threshold? !

Host Yuan Kong was so startled that he hurriedly lowered his feet from the threshold, and asked, "Another tombstone. Who is this Wang Dibao?"

You Wenhua looked at Zheng Dewang again.

Zheng Dewang pondered and said: "It should be Wang Dabao's second uncle. Wang Chongbao's tomb was at your feet before his second answer, master, but now it's gone, only the tombstone remains, which has become the threshold."

Yuan Kong's bald head broke out in cold sweat again.

Did the poor monk step on another second uncle just now? !

sin sin!

He was a lot more careful this time, watching the ground as he walked.

Behind them, a group of reporters also strode into the hospital without stepping on the threshold, but the female reporter in the peaked cap stepped on the threshold indifferently.

"Miss, aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?" Zheng Dewang reminded with a frown.

The female reporter in the peaked cap sneered: "Nightmare?! Hehe, I'll continue to sleep when I wake up!"

"Since the tombstone is used as a threshold, it is for people to step on, so you don't have to act here."

While speaking, he stamped his feet on the threshold.

"It's quite strong. You Qingping Village secretly built this temple, and it took a lot of effort!"

Although she was reporting to others that this was the manifestation of the Buddha, she believed in her heart that the temple was built spontaneously by the villagers in order to drain the rural economy.

Zheng Dewang glared at her and walked away, too lazy to talk to her.

He is well aware of the shamelessness and shamelessness of these memories.

After entering the gate of the temple, most of the courtyard inside is made of ordinary earthen bricks.

But there are also a few large rectangular bricks that stand out. When you look closely, it turns out that they are tombstones, and the names on them are already blurred.

Yuan Kong raised his foot to avoid these floor tiles.

The temple is unique.

The yard is [-] square meters in size, with a huge incense burner half a person's height placed in the middle, inside which smokes lit by pilgrims are burning, and there is a crooked-necked pine tree in the corner of the surrounding walls, which is lush and green.

"The pine tree is the pine tree on the grave of Wang Tianbao, Wang Dabao's uncle." Zheng Dewang took the initiative to explain.

Master Yuankong nodded.

Bypass the censer and walk to the only big Buddha hall at the front.

On the big red pillar on the left is written: Evening drums and morning bells, awakening the world's fame and fortune

On the big red pillar on the right is written: Sutra sounding the Buddha's name, recalling the charming dream of the sea of ​​suffering

Hall name: Yangbao Bodhisattva Hall!

He looked up into the hall.

In the middle, a Bodhisattva sits cross-legged on a lotus, holds a vase in his left hand, pinches orchid fingers in his right hand, wears a white crown of jade silk on his head, overlooking all living beings, with compassionate eyes and kind eyebrows.

That way, it's exactly what Wang Xiaobao looks like.

However, the bodhisattva's figure is enchanting and graceful, and he is indeed a female bodhisattva.

"A Bodhisattva looks more beautiful than me!"

The female reporter in the peaked cap muttered in a low voice, but she expressed the thoughts of many people.

Indeed, this Yangbao Bodhisattva is so beautiful.

If it was a real person, it would definitely be at the level of national beauty and heavenly fragrance.

Zheng Dewang pursed his lips and did not speak, because every time he saw this Yangbao Bodhisattva, he always felt that this Bodhisattva looked very much like a person.

But I can't remember who it looks like.

at this time.

A pilgrim was offering incense inside. He was a middle-aged man, almost bald, with a big gold chain around his neck and a gold ring on his thumb, obviously not short of money.

But he burns incense very piously, muttering softly in his mouth:

"Yangbao Bodhisattva, please manifest your spirit and give me a son!"

"I'm big, I'm really big in this life, but after ten years of marriage, I still have no children."

"I beg Yangbao Bodhisattva to appear, and give me a son, please."

As he spoke, he escaped with a thick wad of banknotes, worth tens of thousands of yuan, and stuffed them into the merit box with both hands.

The entrance of the main hall.

A group of people secretly clicked their tongues while watching.

Master Yuankong and a group of disciples from the Great Buddha Temple, their eyes were red, such a pilgrim with a lot of money should belong to their Great Buddha Temple!
If you can come several times a month, the KPI assessment will definitely be no problem.

Mayor You Wenhua's eyes lit up, looking at the merit box, he yelled in his heart:
Mine, all mine, this merit box is surnamed "You"!

A group of reporters and anchors, including the peaked cap, were dumbfounded.

Some people are envious, some are jealous, and some people look at Niu Dafa, a pilgrim with a big gold chain, with a look of foolishness.

"If you want to have a child, you have to go to the infertility hospital for professional treatment. Come here to pray for a child from the Buddha, you must have a brain hole!"

The female reporter in the peaked cap secretly despised it.

But right now.

In the Buddha Hall.

There was a "dong" sound of knocking on the wooden fish.

Then, a long Buddhist voice came over.
"Amitabha Buddha, my Buddha is merciful. A bountiful cow is sincere and spiritual. Yangbao Bodhisattva feels that you are not a treacherous person. Now that you sincerely ask for a son, you should probably have an heir."

This voice came suddenly.

Startled everyone.

Following the sound, he found that there was actually a person sitting under the left side of Yangbao Bodhisattva.

He was potbellied, wearing a second-hand cassock bought from unknown sources, but with a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, his bald head was cleanly shaved, he knocked on the wooden fish with one hand, and performed Buddhist rituals with the other.

He is Wang Dabao.

(End of this chapter)