The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 34 Life Is Difficult
Hangzhou West Lake, beautiful scenery.On the broken bridge, there are many tourists.

On weekdays, most people stand by the bridge to look at the scenery, and if they are not careful, they become the scenery in the eyes of others.

But today seems to be a little different. The sparkling West Lake does not attract the attention of tourists. Instead, it is crowded together in three circles inside and outside, as if they are watching some excitement.

Although there were many people, it was very quiet, because there were bursts of intoxicating music from the middle of the crowd.

A young monk is sitting by the bridge playing the piano, and the intoxicating sound of the piano is flowing from his fingertips.

The sound of the piano is so beautiful, it is like a stream of clear water washing the soul, and all kinds of complicated thoughts on weekdays have disappeared.It's like listening to the rain all night, and it suddenly clears up, that kind of ethereal feeling that suddenly quiets down.

Everyone present felt the emptiness mentioned by Buddhism at this moment.

But suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and all the mundane troubles seemed to come to my heart again, which made everyone feel lost.

"Amitabha, that's all for today." Daoran put away his guqin and said to everyone.

"Saint Monk Daoran, let's play another song."

"Yes, yes, holy monk, please play another song."

"Listening to the sound of the holy monk's piano, I even cured my old ailments."

"The holy monk is merciful, please play another song."

……

Such voices kept coming and going, but Daoran was already tired of hearing them.

After the last confrontation with Bo Gongtang, the Lingyin Temple died down, and Daoran didn't intend to directly challenge them to the Eighteen Bronze Men, so he just waited for the opening of the Fa Discussion Conference.

Speaking of which, Dao Ran has a lot to do.

The hidden supernatural power learned from Mou Zhixuan needs to be practiced, the Bodhi Qingxin song taught by Xiao Qiao needs to be practiced, and the Tianlong Babu body protection mantra must be continued, and Ma San has to recite the rebirth mantra when he is free.

Although Ma San cannot be saved, it seems that if you keep chanting scriptures to him, it will also be good for his ghost body.Ma San's body not only became more and more solid, but also became younger and younger.

He was originally a 80 years old man, but in just a few days, he turned into a middle-aged man.

But Daoran thought, no matter where he practiced, it would be the same, so he simply came to the Broken Bridge of the West Lake, thinking in his heart, maybe he could meet the white lady who walked by with an umbrella.

It's okay to practice hidden supernatural powers and chanting scriptures, passers-by will not be affected very much, at most it's strange how no one on this bridge can hear the sound of chanting scriptures.

But when Daoran plays the Bodhi Qingxin song, all hidden magical powers are useless, he is as bright and outstanding as a firefly in the dark, and can be recognized in the crowd at a glance.

This piece of music is worthy of being bestowed by the God of Music in Buddhism. Even Dao Ran does not use any mana. He only uses pure skills to play it. The music also has a very strong effect of concentration and meditation. Ordinary people can forget their troubles in a short time after listening to it. .

And if Daoran injects mana into his body while playing, the sound of the piano will produce a miraculous change, which not only calms the mind, but also has the effect of healing injuries.

Daoran didn't know about this change at first, until two days ago when he was playing the piano on the bridge, a lame beggar excitedly ran up to Daoran and knelt down on his knees, shouting that the holy monk healed his leg.

From that day on, more and more people came to listen to the piano.

Daoran didn't care at all, anyway, practicing the piano is necessary, and helping others is easy, and I don't find it troublesome.

But Daoran still underestimated the impact of the piano sound. In the first two days, only 30 people stopped to watch. Three days later, the bridge was full of people.

Many people suffering from strange diseases and serious illnesses heard the reputation of this holy monk, and they did not hesitate to come from afar to listen to the piano.

Not to mention, the effect of this Bodhi Qingxin song is really powerful, not to mention those daily diseases, it is effective for most difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

Even if it cannot be completely cured, it can alleviate one or two.

In this way, Daoran's reputation became even more resounding. Regardless of whether he was sick or not, it became a daily task for Hangzhou people to come to the Broken Bridge to listen to a song.

It’s just that the Broken Bridge has only such a small space, and there are a few people standing on it. As a result, whenever Daoran starts playing the piano, the front and back are full of people.It was also thanks to Nie Zhengyan who sent police officers to maintain order, otherwise people would be killed just by grabbing the front row every day.

Daoran has played Bodhi Qingxin more than a dozen times today, and his mana is almost used up, so it is time to go back and rest.

It's just that I didn't expect that the enthusiasm of the common people was so high that they insisted on asking him to play another song.

Daoran thought very displeasedly: "You guys are paying more money!"

After playing the piano for so many days, few people gave him money, not to mention the medical expenses for medical treatment, even street performers should have received a few copper coins.It doesn't seem right to say that the people in Hangzhou City have no conscience. Although they don't give money, everyone rushes to give Daoran a vegetarian meal.

The problem is that Sanzang Building provides free board and lodging, and the taste is good.

Who wants to eat Wowotou?
After several refusals, the common people again rumored that Ran was about to become a Buddha, so he would not eat other things. As a result, Sanzanglou sent people to ask if there was no need to bring him meals.

Daoran almost smashed the piano, the white lady didn't wait, and when a group of free prostitutes almost lost the benefits of free food and drink, what the hell kind of suffering in the world is this?
That's all for today, nothing more.

"Amitabha, I'm tired today, so I'll take my leave first."

Daoran put away the piano and was about to get up and leave.

Although the common people were a little bit reluctant, they did not dare to stop them.

But just as Daoran took two steps, a strange voice came from the crowd.

"I came all the way here to save lives, why didn't I stop playing? Shouldn't monks be merciful?"

Daoran's hearing is very good, and he can easily tell where the words come from in the crowd.But he didn't pay attention to it. There are too many things like this kind of love and hatred. Other people's stupidity is not worth affecting his mood.

It's just that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, so within two steps of Dao Ran, there are more similar voices.

"Why are you running? The patient is still suffering here. How could he have the heart to leave?"

"That's right, what kind of holy monk is this, watching others suffer and leaving without hesitation?"

"Fake benevolence and righteousness are just for fame."

……

Dao Ran stopped and turned to look at the crowd.

One, two, three... eight sneaky figures hiding in the crowd, wishing to tuck themselves into the shadows when they spoke.And they also said to change the position, and the eight people insisted on creating a momentum of dozens of people, making it seem like public dissatisfaction was boiling.

This is not ordinary ungratefulness, this is someone deliberately making troubles with rhythm.Could it be that the people of Lingyin Temple had endured for a few days before they came up with such a small trick?

It seems unreasonable, as long as Dao Ran ignores it, these yin and yang words will have no effect on him.After all, in this world, normal people accounted for the majority. Of the tens of thousands of people in Hangzhou City, it is estimated that no more than a hundred of them could be aroused by a few words.

The person who set up this kind of conspiracy wouldn't think that he could be provoked so easily, would he?
Just when he was wondering, he suddenly heard a soft shout: "Where are the wild dogs barking here? Daoran's holy monk's healing and saving people with the sound of the zither is a great merit. You don't want to be grateful, but slander? It's really maddening!"

Dao Ran followed the prestige, and a young woman in black came out of the crowd.This woman has an extremely delicate oval face. The black satin robe looks luxurious and mysterious. The golden belt ties up the slender waist, outlining a perfect and alluring figure.

The appearance of this beautiful woman immediately attracted everyone's attention.

When everyone focused on her, the woman in black said righteously: "And you, after receiving so much favor from the holy monk, and hearing the holy monk being insulted, you are still indifferent, are you still men? "

"well said!"

"That girl said exactly what she said."

"It makes sense, how can us old men lose to women."

"You were the one slandering the holy monk just now, I heard it!"

"Beat them and see if they dare to chew their tongues!"

……

The scene was chaotic for a while. Some of the eccentric people just had bad luck and were picked out on the spot and beaten up.If it weren't for the police officers to restore order as quickly as possible, these people would have been beaten to death on the spot.

Daoran didn't pay attention to the commotion, all his attention was on the woman in black.

The woman in black seemed to feel Daoran's gaze, and a shy blush appeared on her face, but she still mustered up the courage to walk in front of Daoran, and said respectfully: "Little girl Zhu Ying, I have seen the holy monk."

(End of this chapter)