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Chapter 120 Don't Force It

Qian Zandian sent the names and addresses of temples and nunneries in Beijing the next day.

There are a total of 28 large and small temples, [-] in the suburbs of Beijing, and [-] nunneries, and there are [-] nunneries near the most famous Fale Temple in Beijing.

When Fanyin saw this number, he almost choked to death with a mouthful of spit.

Qian Zandian made it very clear that these are all recorded in the case books of the county government, but they were the records that were checked ten years ago. No one knows whether there are so many records now.

Fanyin calmed down and thanked Qian Zandian. After sending him away, Fanyin planned to visit all the temples and nunneries. There are regrets.

Secondly, she also wants to see why there are so many Buddhist temples in Beijing. Are the people here willing to be vegetarians?Or really open a vegetarian restaurant?
Fanyin thought about it by herself, and took out a pen and paper to plan the next schedule according to the location and distance of each temple. It would be impossible to complete so many temples and nunneries in less than three to five months. You have to take care of the housekeeper from time to time, and you can't leave Er Fatty at home unattended.

Er Fatty now lives and dies in the hut of the back house and refuses to live alone in the side yard, occupying Sanskrit's study room, and even Sanskrit welcomes guests and socializes with him every step of the way.

He said he was close to Sanskrit, but in fact he was afraid, and since Liu An heard Sanskrit say that smashing coarse salt particles to drive away ghosts, he has been throwing sacks around all day long, gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

After tossing like this for ten days, no ghosts appeared in the haunted house, and everyone peacefully started to live a normal life.

Fanyin also went to Fale Temple with Qingmiao and Caiyun for the first time. It was Master Wunan who was taken away by Master Jingyi of Fale Temple. She must go to this place first to find her.

On the third day of March, during the outing, Fale Temple also opened its gates on this day to welcome worshipers from all over the world. The Sanskrit music was already up before dawn. I thought I was early, but who knew that when I went to Fale When I went to the temple, I realized that she had underestimated the high degree of worship of Buddha in Beijing. The two hundred steps were already densely packed with people, and even devout believers were walking with kowtows step by step. Sanskrit suddenly felt embarrassed to say that he had practiced before. She has become a monk, because she only has my teacher in her heart at this time, and she has forgotten the Buddha to the back of her mind.

"Amitabha, don't blame the Buddha..." Sanskrit murmured, and then began to step up the hundred steps, mingling with the dense crowd to listen to Master Jingyi's lecture.

The more you go up, the number of people will decrease repeatedly, because there are places for leisure around the [-] steps. Many people stop at these places when they are thirsty and tired. Also tired and out of breath, there is no lack of letting the two of them wait here.

"That can't be done, no matter how tired I am, I have to accompany you up, how can I let you be alone." Although Qing Miao has become an aunt, she is still as close as ever to Sanskrit.

Sanskrit pushed her down on the side of the road and sat down, "Forget it, if you are exhausted, Dad won't turn against me and wait for me here. I'm not going to some dangerous place, but I'm going to the hall to meet Xia Jing A mage, if you can't see him, come back immediately."

Qing Miao blushes a little shyly, she hasn't come two days late for her little day this month, maybe she already has a happy event, and today she is determined to stay with Sanskrit.

Caiyun hesitated and didn't know who to accompany, Fanyin directly asked her to stay here to accompany Qingmiao, and continued to walk up the steps to the main hall at a brisk pace. Without the two of them following, Fanyin's heart was much lighter. Whatever can give her a leeway, even if she wants to tell her father the truth, she can think of an excuse.

As the Sanskrit sound went up, her heart became fuller, as if there was an invisible force supporting her, making her forget the tangled worries in her heart, and freeing her from the self-blame that kept hiding the haze in her heart. She just wanted to find Mrs. Wu Nan, Definitely to find!
Master Jingyi opened the altar to give lectures, and there will be many believers listening below. People are crowded and bumped into people, as if they are robbing Chinese cabbage that costs nothing. The mantra is far away from the crowd, because she can’t squeeze through. I also have no intention of listening to lectures, just want to find some way to meet Master Shang Jingyi.

There are many young monks around who are guarding the Buddha statues and incense, and the bustle and bustle make their faces full of helplessness.

Master Jingyi was still preaching on the altar attentively, and was not disturbed by the crazy shouts of fanatical believers below. Fanyin only felt that there were hundreds of flies buzzing in her ears, which made her calm down again. There was irritability.

Is this also a hurdle in practice?
Sanskrit backed away slowly, watching a thin young monk stop the fat aunt who was rushing forward, even though there was only the aunt alone, the young monk's appearance was also very difficult.

"This aunt has doubts and wants to find Master Jingyi to explain?" Fanyin patted her shoulder lightly from behind her, and the aunt hurriedly said, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's just that your Yintang is dark, it must be something at home, so I came here to inquire, if you don't want to tell me." Sanskrit's smile made the aunt startled, and then said: "How do you know?"

Fanyin's smile was even brighter, with an "unspeakable" look on her face. Seeing that she was covered with golden willows all over her body, why did she come to the temple?Either for the son or for the man, not for the Buddha after all.

"You can see it, let me tell you, I actually want to ask Master Jingyi to appreciate a consecrated bracelet. I heard that as long as you wear the gift from Master Jingyi, you can have a son. You don't know, my family My daughter-in-law has not given birth to a baby for many years, but I am so anxious..."

The aunt's ramblings made Sanskrit dumbfounded. When did Master Jingyi's bracelet still have this function?

Can consecration and giving birth to a son still be connected?Even though she knew that the purpose of many believers was for wealth and power, she did not expect this to be the reason.

Fanyin ignored the twitching of the corners of his mouth and the madness in his heart, and pointed to the side, "Over there, there are things that can be bought with money."

"Really?" Auntie's eyes lit up.

"Really, really, go and have a look." Fanyin pointed to the side, and there was a peddler with a hunched body and a whole body covered with Buddhist beads bracelets selling.

"Can that be true?"

"Sincerity leads to success. You tell him that as long as it is true, no matter how much money you have, he will definitely get it for you."

"Let's go." Before Sanskrit could finish speaking, the aunt immediately let go and ran there.

But as soon as she let go of the little monk, the little monk lost all resistance and almost fell over.

Sanskrit stepped forward to support him, and the little monk hurriedly bowed and said, "Amitabha, thank you benefactor, it's just that this deception is... still not good, right?"

"Can Master Jingyi fulfill her wish?" Sanskrit asked, and the little monk scratched his head, "No."

"Then she won't be able to rely on Grandmaster Jingyi for her losses. At most, she will rely on herself to mistrust others and slander and abuse me. She will not use this to denounce Master Jingyi as a liar, nor will she say that the Buddha is not effective. What's wrong?" Sanskrit's words made the little monk stare at her dumbfounded, "This...is this also okay?"

"Then look over there, how many people are listening to the master's lecture?" Sanskrit pointed to the crowd, and the young monk's face was ashamed, "No."

"Everyone's desires are different, and they don't have pious faith in the Buddha in their hearts. The Buddha saves all living beings and always washes away the impetuous mud on these people. Those people are the hurdles of disaster, just like the Dharma. There are about [-] long steps in Le Temple, and there is still a magnificent view, isn’t it just for those who have a dirty mind and do not sincerely worship Buddha?” Sanskrit’s words made the little monk open his mouth again, “Is that so?”

"Of course it is!" Sanskrit's determination made the little monk a little happy, "Is the benefactor here to listen to Master Jingyi's lecture?"

Fanyin said: "I am also here to ask for help."

The corner of the little monk's mouth twitched three times, and the excitement when he heard the theory of Sanskrit just disappeared.

Sanskrit didn't care about these things, and took out a letter that had already been written and handed it to him, "Please pass it to Master Jingyi, little master, and just say that Sanskrit, the disciple of my teacher, is asking for an audience."

The little monk took the letter, even though he felt a little reluctant in his heart and felt that this woman was a bit inexplicable, but for some reason, he actually took the letter to the altar and handed it to Master Jingyi.

Sanskrit was watching from a distance, she hoped Master Jingyi could see her and tell her where Mrs. Wu Nan was.

But Master Jingyi didn't read the letter, the little monk talked for a while, Master Jingyi just replied casually, and then continued to lecture.

Sanskrit kept staring at the little monk, watching him walk back quickly and hand the letter back to him.

"What did the master say?" Sanskrit asked anxiously.

"The master said that there is no need to force it."

"Just four words?" Fanyin couldn't help asking.

The little monk nodded, and then counted the words with his fingers and said: "You don't need to force it, the benefactor, please come back. Ten words."

Sanskrit's eyes rolled up to the sky, the little monk didn't say anything to her, and someone was about to barge in from afar, so he hurried over to stop her...

Don't force it... Sanskrit chanted these four words silently in her heart, is she forcing it?
Sanskrit shook her head. She didn't think it was a force, but she wanted to fulfill the expectation in her heart and untie the knot that made her feel guilty all the time. Since Master Jingyi refused to tell, she would go to all the temples in the capital, We must find my difficult teacher.

Sanskrit silently left the main hall, looking for Qingmiao and Caiyun.

A person in the crowd couldn't help but startled when he saw her, Yang Huailiu?Could it be that Diao girl?
Zhong Xingyan stood there looking at the hurriedly leaving shadows in the crowd, and shook his head, why did she come to the capital in Qingcheng County? Could it be that she has eaten vegetarian food for several years and is greedy for meat, so she thinks of her?

Alas... the days of keeping filial piety are coming to an end!

(End of this chapter)