The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue
Chapter 29 Willow Leaf Water, Visiting Lingqing Temple
Chapter 29 Willow Leaf Water, Visiting Lingqing Temple (fifth change)
The Sanskrit sound lasted for a while before gradually subsiding.
The two couples wandered back and forth anxiously in front of the Huayan Hall. When they heard the sound of the abbot chanting sutras stopped, they stepped forward to probe, eager to check the situation inside.
However, as soon as they took two steps forward, they were stopped by the monk guarding the door.
"Sorry, benefactor, the important place in the temple, tourists are not allowed to enter."
Looking at the resolute monk, the couple had no choice but to stop, looking into the hall from time to time, even if they couldn't see them, they very much hoped that the abbot could come out as soon as possible.
As parents, now they don't know the specific situation of their children, which makes them feel extremely flustered.
In Huayan Hall, Abbot Huiming opened his eyes calmly.
"Evil in the mere area dares to make mistakes, hum."
Abbot Huiming raised his head with a smile on his face, got up slowly, and walked towards the desk.
When he saw the six or seven-year-old child on the desk, the gloom on his face disappeared, his frown relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
A smug look appeared on his kind face.
The rapid rise of Lingqing Temple in just a dozen years was largely due to the help of external forces.
He knew this, but during this period, he also continued to study and study the truth of Buddhism.
Now, the child has been cured by his own ability alone, and Abbot Huiming is very satisfied.
But when Abbot Huiming reached out to hug the child and was about to return him, he found that the child's hands and feet were still cold.
"Have you recovered yet?"
Abbot Huiming raised his eyebrows suspiciously. In order to prevent accidents, he thought it was better to wake up the child first.
But then, no matter how the abbot yelled, the child just closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and could not hear other sounds at all.
This strangeness made Abbot Huiming frown, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Clap clap clap..."
Seeing the light and yelling, Abbot Huiming simply stretched out his hand and patted the child's buttocks. After no results, he turned to pat the soles of the feet and pinched the child.
I tried all the methods I could think of, but the result was still the same, the child just couldn't wake up.
It seems that this evil has been driven away, but not driven away.
"How could this be?"
At this moment, Abbot Huiming couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and couldn't understand it.
He has seen the situation of being possessed by evil spirits in Buddhist scriptures, and has also learned how to deal with them.
It's not like this kind of bewitched situation has not been dealt with before.
But now, after this set of procedures, the child is better, but not completely cured.
"What the hell did this child touch? Why can't the evil spirit be dispelled?"
Abbot Huiming couldn't help feeling anxious, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by eagerness.
Everything that can be done has been done.
If word of this poor governance spreads, it will undoubtedly seriously affect the reputation and reputation of Lingqing Temple, which will be extremely detrimental to its future development.
Even, looking at this child, Abbot Huiming felt regretful in his heart, and he shouldn't have come forward to help solve the problem. So many tourists looked at him and shot himself in the foot.
It's just that as soon as this idea appeared in his mind, he suppressed it.
"Amitabha, save all sentient beings, save the suffering, how can you stand by and watch."
After comforting himself for a while, Abbot Huiming suddenly raised his head to look at the three holy Buddha statues in front of him, feeling entangled in his heart.
"Forget it, it's not the poor monk's fault to ignore death."
After making up his mind, Abbot Huiming walked to the very center, under the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, and reached out to feel inside.
Accompanied by the sound of "click!", a hidden compartment opened, and Abbot Huiming took out a jade porcelain vase with delicate texture with a willow branch inserted in it with both hands.
As soon as it was taken out, a majestic aura spread out, refreshing, as if the surrounding environment had entered spring, like a spring breeze.
However, the willow branch was gradually withering, and there were only a few willow leaves left, and one of them was already withered and yellow, and it seemed that it was about to fall off.
Abbot Huiming felt distressed seeing this.
Over the years, Lingqing Temple has been famous in the south of the Yangtze River for its ability to respond to requests, and the reason why it is able to make everything come true is because of this willow branch full of aura.
Just placing it in the temple can make the whole temple alive, and the Buddha statues seem to be alive. Praying for blessings and worshiping are really useful.
In the past, he tried his best to restore the willow branches to their fullness.
But no matter which method is used, it is useless, and even several times, it has accelerated its withering.
This frightened Abbot Huiming not to act rashly anymore, so he could only make offerings, hoping that the withering would be as slow as possible.
"You are lucky."
Although Abbot Huiming felt that saving the child with willow branch water was a bit overkill, but now, he has no other choice, and it is impossible not to save him.
Abbot Huiming took a deep breath, carefully took the willow branch out of the jade porcelain bottle, then dipped some water in the bottle, and sprinkled some on the child's face.
The water from the willow branches seemed ordinary, no different from ordinary water.
But when the water dripped on the child's face, a miraculous scene happened. Two touches of rosiness reappeared on the pale face, and the blood color of the lips gradually recovered.
Compared with Abbot Cai Huiming's chanting to exorcise evil spirits just now, this is just a light sweep with a willow branch, and the effect is not very good.
In just a moment, the child opened his eyes, his face was ruddy and energetic.
"Where am I?"
The child rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked around suspiciously.
"This is Lingqing Temple, the poor monk will take you to meet your parents."
Seeing that the child finally woke up, Abbot Huiming was relieved and also happy.
At this time, Abbot Huiming suddenly discovered that most of the withered and yellow willow leaves on the willow branches were completely yellow.
As he swung, the withered willow leaves gradually fell to the ground and disappeared.
Seeing this, Abbot Huiming was in great pain, but he had no choice but to carefully put the willow branch back into the dark compartment.
Then, he stretched out his hand to hold the child and walked out of the hall.
"Daddy, Mommy!"
Outside Huayan Hall, the couple burst into tears when they saw their child walking out holding Abbot Huiming's hand.
The mother hugged the child tightly, crying with joy.
"Thank you abbot, thank you abbot!"
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, his face full of gratitude.
"Abbot Huiming is very smart. You should keep the money for the incense sticks first. If you have time today, you don't have much with you. You must make up for it some other day!"
"It's okay, it's a job."
When Abbot Huiming saw the wad of banknotes, a bright color flashed in his eyes, his heart ached, and he finally healed a little.
However, he didn't show it, he just waved his hands.
The guarding monks sensiblely accepted the incense money for the abbot.
"Thank you abbot!"
Far away at the foot of Lingqing Temple Mountain, Su Yang looked up and saw a [-]-meter-long staircase from low to high.
Even though it was already evening, there were still bustling tourists on the steps.
"Lingqing Temple, it's really lively!"
Thank you [Zheng Xiansen] for your reward, thank you for your support!
That's it for today, and there will be an explosive update tomorrow, please support, if you still have votes, brothers, please vote, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
The Sanskrit sound lasted for a while before gradually subsiding.
The two couples wandered back and forth anxiously in front of the Huayan Hall. When they heard the sound of the abbot chanting sutras stopped, they stepped forward to probe, eager to check the situation inside.
However, as soon as they took two steps forward, they were stopped by the monk guarding the door.
"Sorry, benefactor, the important place in the temple, tourists are not allowed to enter."
Looking at the resolute monk, the couple had no choice but to stop, looking into the hall from time to time, even if they couldn't see them, they very much hoped that the abbot could come out as soon as possible.
As parents, now they don't know the specific situation of their children, which makes them feel extremely flustered.
In Huayan Hall, Abbot Huiming opened his eyes calmly.
"Evil in the mere area dares to make mistakes, hum."
Abbot Huiming raised his head with a smile on his face, got up slowly, and walked towards the desk.
When he saw the six or seven-year-old child on the desk, the gloom on his face disappeared, his frown relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
A smug look appeared on his kind face.
The rapid rise of Lingqing Temple in just a dozen years was largely due to the help of external forces.
He knew this, but during this period, he also continued to study and study the truth of Buddhism.
Now, the child has been cured by his own ability alone, and Abbot Huiming is very satisfied.
But when Abbot Huiming reached out to hug the child and was about to return him, he found that the child's hands and feet were still cold.
"Have you recovered yet?"
Abbot Huiming raised his eyebrows suspiciously. In order to prevent accidents, he thought it was better to wake up the child first.
But then, no matter how the abbot yelled, the child just closed his eyes tightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and could not hear other sounds at all.
This strangeness made Abbot Huiming frown, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Clap clap clap..."
Seeing the light and yelling, Abbot Huiming simply stretched out his hand and patted the child's buttocks. After no results, he turned to pat the soles of the feet and pinched the child.
I tried all the methods I could think of, but the result was still the same, the child just couldn't wake up.
It seems that this evil has been driven away, but not driven away.
"How could this be?"
At this moment, Abbot Huiming couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and couldn't understand it.
He has seen the situation of being possessed by evil spirits in Buddhist scriptures, and has also learned how to deal with them.
It's not like this kind of bewitched situation has not been dealt with before.
But now, after this set of procedures, the child is better, but not completely cured.
"What the hell did this child touch? Why can't the evil spirit be dispelled?"
Abbot Huiming couldn't help feeling anxious, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by eagerness.
Everything that can be done has been done.
If word of this poor governance spreads, it will undoubtedly seriously affect the reputation and reputation of Lingqing Temple, which will be extremely detrimental to its future development.
Even, looking at this child, Abbot Huiming felt regretful in his heart, and he shouldn't have come forward to help solve the problem. So many tourists looked at him and shot himself in the foot.
It's just that as soon as this idea appeared in his mind, he suppressed it.
"Amitabha, save all sentient beings, save the suffering, how can you stand by and watch."
After comforting himself for a while, Abbot Huiming suddenly raised his head to look at the three holy Buddha statues in front of him, feeling entangled in his heart.
"Forget it, it's not the poor monk's fault to ignore death."
After making up his mind, Abbot Huiming walked to the very center, under the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, and reached out to feel inside.
Accompanied by the sound of "click!", a hidden compartment opened, and Abbot Huiming took out a jade porcelain vase with delicate texture with a willow branch inserted in it with both hands.
As soon as it was taken out, a majestic aura spread out, refreshing, as if the surrounding environment had entered spring, like a spring breeze.
However, the willow branch was gradually withering, and there were only a few willow leaves left, and one of them was already withered and yellow, and it seemed that it was about to fall off.
Abbot Huiming felt distressed seeing this.
Over the years, Lingqing Temple has been famous in the south of the Yangtze River for its ability to respond to requests, and the reason why it is able to make everything come true is because of this willow branch full of aura.
Just placing it in the temple can make the whole temple alive, and the Buddha statues seem to be alive. Praying for blessings and worshiping are really useful.
In the past, he tried his best to restore the willow branches to their fullness.
But no matter which method is used, it is useless, and even several times, it has accelerated its withering.
This frightened Abbot Huiming not to act rashly anymore, so he could only make offerings, hoping that the withering would be as slow as possible.
"You are lucky."
Although Abbot Huiming felt that saving the child with willow branch water was a bit overkill, but now, he has no other choice, and it is impossible not to save him.
Abbot Huiming took a deep breath, carefully took the willow branch out of the jade porcelain bottle, then dipped some water in the bottle, and sprinkled some on the child's face.
The water from the willow branches seemed ordinary, no different from ordinary water.
But when the water dripped on the child's face, a miraculous scene happened. Two touches of rosiness reappeared on the pale face, and the blood color of the lips gradually recovered.
Compared with Abbot Cai Huiming's chanting to exorcise evil spirits just now, this is just a light sweep with a willow branch, and the effect is not very good.
In just a moment, the child opened his eyes, his face was ruddy and energetic.
"Where am I?"
The child rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and looked around suspiciously.
"This is Lingqing Temple, the poor monk will take you to meet your parents."
Seeing that the child finally woke up, Abbot Huiming was relieved and also happy.
At this time, Abbot Huiming suddenly discovered that most of the withered and yellow willow leaves on the willow branches were completely yellow.
As he swung, the withered willow leaves gradually fell to the ground and disappeared.
Seeing this, Abbot Huiming was in great pain, but he had no choice but to carefully put the willow branch back into the dark compartment.
Then, he stretched out his hand to hold the child and walked out of the hall.
"Daddy, Mommy!"
Outside Huayan Hall, the couple burst into tears when they saw their child walking out holding Abbot Huiming's hand.
The mother hugged the child tightly, crying with joy.
"Thank you abbot, thank you abbot!"
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, his face full of gratitude.
"Abbot Huiming is very smart. You should keep the money for the incense sticks first. If you have time today, you don't have much with you. You must make up for it some other day!"
"It's okay, it's a job."
When Abbot Huiming saw the wad of banknotes, a bright color flashed in his eyes, his heart ached, and he finally healed a little.
However, he didn't show it, he just waved his hands.
The guarding monks sensiblely accepted the incense money for the abbot.
"Thank you abbot!"
Far away at the foot of Lingqing Temple Mountain, Su Yang looked up and saw a [-]-meter-long staircase from low to high.
Even though it was already evening, there were still bustling tourists on the steps.
"Lingqing Temple, it's really lively!"
Thank you [Zheng Xiansen] for your reward, thank you for your support!
That's it for today, and there will be an explosive update tomorrow, please support, if you still have votes, brothers, please vote, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
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