Journey to the West: I want to be sanctified

Chapter 351
Daxingshan Temple, in a hidden quiet room.

It was full of Manjushri's violent reprimand and education.

After repeatedly confirming that Liao Fan was familiar with that link, Manjusri let out a long sigh and slumped on the chair.

"This Bodhisattva, you've lost your mind, you need to be patient in educating your disciples." Avalokitesvara joked with a smile.

"If you tell him twenty times and he still can't remember, but you can still be gentle, I'll call you Master."

Manjusri spoke weakly, feeling his body being hollowed out.

Liao Fan, who was kneeling below, whispered, wholeheartedly carrying what his master taught him.

I completely turned a blind eye to Master's complaints, even if I heard them, I didn't know what they meant.

Liao Fan has become accustomed to shielding the master's words other than the task.

So much so that he looks calm and calm now, more like a master than Manjusri.

Manjusri looked at Liaofan muttering words in front of his eyes, completely unmoved by Liaofan, and was even more annoyed:

"Back off! Go back to your own room!" Annoyed seeing him.

"Disciple obeys."

Liao Fan stood up calmly, as long as the master didn't scold him obviously, he wouldn't understand anything.

Today, apart from being louder, the master is still so patient with himself, and he has not seen him make a move after teaching more than 20 times.

Liao Fan felt that the master might be extra gentle to him because of the presence of outsiders.

Chasing, I cast a grateful look at Guanyin.

Avalokitesvara trembled and thought: Did Manjusri scold this kid for being stupid? I kept fanning the flames to make him suffer more scolding, but he looked at me like a benefactor.

One by one, he cast a sympathetic look at Fan who cares about mentally handicapped children.

Liao Fan was overjoyed when he got the response from his eyes. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva accepted my gratitude. She really helped me a lot just now, and I want to repay her!

How should I repay?
Liao Fan was so dull that he looked around with his eyes, and his eyes fell on Jin Maohou, and he suddenly had an idea.

"The disciple saw that this mighty mount was stained with a little dust on its fur, and wanted to take it down to clean it up."

Liao Fan thought: This is the big dog of Guanyin Bodhisattva, if you treat her dog well, you will treat her well.

The sudden words made Guanyin and Manjusri stunned at the same time.

In unison:
"No!" Guanyin said firmly.

"Yes!" Manjusri said firmly.

The two bodhisattvas turned to each other with stiff necks, their faces full of great doubts.

"The golden retriever's roar is the most critical part of the plan. We want to act in secret. The less noticeable the appearance, the better. There is no need to do anything extra."

Now Avalokitesvara feels that Manjusri also has some problems, no wonder he has taught such an apprentice.

"You are overly vigilant. Look at the ugly appearance of this dog. It doesn't look like a beast. It should be tossing and turning."

Manjusri simply dislikes it, just like Fan.

When Manjusri reprimanded and taught Fan, the Golden Retriever, together with its owner Guanyin Bodhisattva, watched the two of them having fun.

Although you stick out your tongue and make the sound of "hachihachi" steam, don't think that I don't know that you are also laughing.

Guanyin, I will bear it, why would you laugh at me, you dead dog.

Immediately afterwards, Manjusri gritted his teeth: "Not only must it be cleaned, but also good food and grass should be prepared, so treat it well."

"No, you..." Guanyin just said.

He was interrupted loudly by Manjusri again:
"Liaofan, hurry up and take it out!" Manjusri ordered.

"Disciple obeys!" It was Fan's rare quick reaction this time.

Guanyin Bodhisattva is kind-hearted and doesn't want to bother me. Master is obviously helping me, giving me a chance to repay, Liao Fan thought happily.

Roar led the golden retriever and quickly left the quiet room.

After leaving the two annoying ghosts, Manjusri felt much better physically and mentally.

……

Daxingshan Temple.

The main entrance of the temple.

"Little master, I want to ask you something."

This middle-aged man with a common face and an unmistakable body is exactly: Dou Mo.

He chose the monk with the most simple and honest appearance and asked.

"Benefactor, may I ask?" The simple and honest monk saw many pilgrims inquiring about things at the gate of the temple.

It’s nothing more than wanting to worship a certain Bodhisattva, a certain Buddha, where they are in the temple, how to go, and so on.

"I want to have a son, and I want to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, which direction should I go?"

Dou Mo's dark skin couldn't hide the heavy dark circles on his face. He frowned and smiled bitterly. He looked like someone who had tried many times but failed all the time.

The honest monk endured his impatience, pointed out the direction for Doumo in detail, and sent him away.

He hates this kind of superficial pilgrims the most, who don't think about profound Dharma, self-cultivation, and how to pass on the family line every day.

It's a pity that most of the people who worship Guanyin Bodhisattva do so for this reason, and they are quite popular.

It is one of the main sources of incense in the temple.

In such a general environment, no matter how shameless the simple and honest monks are, they still guide every pilgrim in the direction of success.

……

Under the tall Guanyin Bodhisattva sculpture.

Sure enough, there are a lot of people.

A group of good men and believers below kowtowed their heads respectfully, begging for wishes with words in their mouths.

Dou Mo mixed in, as if he should have been there in the first place.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a pale face, a bitter and anxious expression, and dark bags under his eyes that were about to drop to his chin.

Zhui arrived and said hello: "Old Tie, oh no, this big brother, how long have you been begging?"

The man with bags under his eyes turned his head and found that it was a bitter gourd face with dark circles under his eyes. He immediately judged that he was a fellow.

It's like meeting a bosom friend whom you haven't seen for many years, and immediately opened up the chatterbox:

"It's been a full ten years now, I've been begging since I first got married!"

"There are seven girls one after another, and one kid is missing."

"I don't care about it myself, but the elderly at home are in a hurry, saying that everyone else has it, but I don't. Let them put their old face on!"

"I scold me every day for being unfilial to my children and grandchildren. My daughter-in-law has always been in poor health. I can't bear to put the blame on her. I can only bear it myself!"

The man with bags under his eyes became more and more moved as he spoke, his voice choked up behind him, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He has endured too many things that he shouldn't have to bear at his age.

Many pilgrims around came here.

Almost all the words of the man with bags under the eyes touched the pain points of the pilgrims present, and they joined the complaining brigade one after another.

All kinds of pain points are similar, and the group is passionate.

After a big wave of bitter water.

One of the women with thick hands and thick feet, whose body shape is comparable to the group of muscular men in Zhou Yin's hotpot restaurant, said suddenly:

"Is this Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva spiritual or not? I've been praying for 20 years, but it doesn't work at all!"

From the beginning of the complaining session, this woman had a huge voice, overwhelming the crowd.

As long as she speaks, others want to speak, because they can't hear her.

Her deafening question made the scene quiet for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the question of questioning whether Guanyin Bodhisattva is effective immediately replaced the link!

"The incense money I gave to Guanyin Bodhisattva these years allows me to marry another concubine, and this is the end?"

"The relationship of more than ten years has finally been paid by mistake!"

"Return my incense money!"

"Return my son!"

(End of this chapter)