Big dreamer

"Brother Shen, this Master Jiang Liu is unwilling to go to Chang'an. What should we do now? Moreover, this man has a violent temperament, vulgar language, and indulges in pleasure. He is not an eminent monk by any means. Master and Yuan Guoshi may have been misled by the rumors. Well, even if such a person is invited to Chang'an, what's the use?" As soon as Elder Zhe Shi left, Lu Huaming said with a cold snort.

"That Jiang Liu just now does not look like an eminent monk. We will take a closer look at the ceremony later. If this person is just a deceitful person, we will return to Chang'an and ask the Duke and Yuan Guoshi to find another candidate." Shen Luo said to him. Master Jiang Liu also had doubts and said.

Lu Huaming nodded in agreement, and the two sat down cross-legged in the room and waited quietly.

Noon soon arrived, and the distant bells rang from a distance, ringing three times in a row.

Shen Luo and Lu Huaming immediately stood up and came to the square near the gate of Jinshan Temple.

The square was now filled with pilgrims, each of them looking piously at the white jade platform at the deepest part of the square, which was covered by a treasure tent, the one sent by Shen Luo.

Shen Luo suddenly felt that someone was paying attention and turned around to look over. He saw several purple-robed monks standing outside the crowd not far away, staring at them with unkind expressions. One of them was Huiming.

"It's those people just now..." Lu Huaming also noticed a few people and snorted coldly.

"It's normal. It's normal for us two strange monks to appear in the temple. It's normal for them to be wary. Sit down and see if Master Jiang Liu has real talent." Shen Luo smiled and found a place to sit down.

Lu Huaming also sat down next to Shen Luo, closed his eyes and waited quietly.

After a while, the crowd in the square showed excitement and shouted.

"Master Jiangliu!"

Shen Luo and the others looked up and saw a figure appearing in front of the square, climbing onto the high platform.

Although this place is far from the high platform, the two people can easily see the situation on the platform with their eyesight.

The man looked very young, just a boy of eleven or twelve years old. He had delicate features and a golden streak between his eyebrows. Although he was young, he already had the demeanor of a senior monk.

The boy wore a fiery red cassock, covered with gold patterns and inlaid with many shining gems, which shone in the sun.

Shen Luo looked at the boy carefully, but did not look at the cassock. His eyes fell on his chest, where a string of red sandalwood beads hung. The beads were full of spiritual energy and contained bursts of Buddha's light. They looked like a treasure.

The boy nodded slightly to the people below, turned around and walked into the treasure tent.

"He is Master Jiang Liu, isn't he too young?" Lu Huaming couldn't help but say.

Shen Luo was also quite surprised by this.

When they went to see Jiang Liu before, they were separated by a door. To show respect, they did not dare to use their spiritual sense to detect. Although they heard his voice was young, they did not expect that Master Jiang Liu was really a child.

"Is this your first time coming to Jinshan Temple? You are more ambitious than young. Although Master Jiang Liu is young, his Buddhist practice is unfathomable. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" An elderly pilgrim next to him glared at Lu Huaming with dissatisfaction. One glance.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's our first time here. We don't understand anything. It's not disrespectful to Master Jiang Liu." Shen Luo interrupted and laughed.

"You're not bad for a young man." The old man nodded to Shen Luo with satisfaction.

"My father-in-law, you seem to be very familiar with Master Jiang Liu. Have you been to Jinshan Temple many times?" Shen Luo chatted with the old man and asked about Master Jiang Liu.

Seeing Shen Luo and the old man doing the housework skillfully, Lu Huaming couldn't help but sigh. He had been in the Tang Dynasty government all year round, either practicing behind closed doors or going out on missions to eliminate demons. Dealing with people was really not what he was good at.

"Of course, old man, I am from Chenjia Village near Jinshan Temple. Every time Master Jiang Liu lectures, I will come to listen. Master Jiang Liu is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi and has profound Buddhist teachings. The old man is old and often suffers from back pain, but Since I came to listen to Master Jiang Liu’s lectures, my waist is no longer sore, my back is no longer painful, and my health is much better than before,” the old man said with a look of admiration.

"Oh, listening to Master Jiang Liu's lectures can actually strengthen your body?" Shen Luo's body was shocked.

"That's not true, otherwise why would there be so many people coming to listen to the master's teachings." The old man said proudly, as if the person giving the lectures was himself.

Shen Luo's eyes flashed, and his heart was extremely uneasy.

There are occasional records in the Buddhist scriptures that some powerful monks in Buddhism can relieve people's illnesses by teaching and giving alms. He saw a record in an unofficial history that it was rumored that a city in the west was infected with the plague. The Buddha Sakyamuni passed by here and gave a lecture at the head of the city. One day, the whole city recovered without medicine.

"Master Jiang Liu's lectures are more than that. Look over there." The old man motioned to Shen Luo to look at the square on the other side.

Shen Luo followed his gaze and saw a coffin parked on the other side of the square, with several people wearing mourning clothes and white scarves on their heads sitting next to it.

"Why is there a coffin here?" he said in surprise.

"Master Jiang Liu's teachings can not only benefit the world, but also save the souls of the dead. I just heard someone say that there was a woman in the coffin. Because she was driven out of the house by her evil mother-in-law, she threw herself into the water in grief and anger. Her family was afraid that she would be too resentful. So I sent them to Jinshan Temple to ask Master Jiangliu to teach salvation. Such things happen from time to time. No matter how resentful the soul was before death, the master can save it," the old man continued proudly.

Shen Luo took a closer look at the coffin, and there was indeed a trace of resentment wrapped around it.

"Just in time, let's see what Master Jiang Liu is capable of." He thought to himself.

At this moment, the sound of banging wooden fish was heard in the treasure tent on the high platform of the square, and Master Jiang Liu began to lecture.

"The sect is inaction to establish the position, and the saints achieve their ability. The change of darkness and light is to open the fortune, and the prosperity and decline are in line with the change. Therefore, we know that danger and ease are mutually promoted, and there is action and hiding in principle. Flexion and extension are mutually responsive, and there is reciprocity..." A clear voice came from the treasure tent. Although the sound was not loud, it resounded throughout the square.

Shen Luo didn't say anything at first, but after listening to a few more sentences, his face gradually became serious and he listened attentively.

Master Jiang Liu's sermons did not involve much cultivation. Most of them taught people how to understand their minds and get rid of suffering. However, the sound of Buddha's voice entered his ears, and the power of his soul in his mind became calm, and his mood seemed to be washed by spring water, becoming clear and transparent. The troubles caused by Master Jiang Liu's refusal to go to Chang'an also gradually dissipated, and he couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I was actually affected by someone!" Shen Luo immediately noticed something strange and stabilized his mind.

But he immediately realized that Jiang Liu did not cast any spells to confuse the mind, but this person's teachings aroused the idea of ​​joy in people's hearts.

The same was true for the other people in the square, all of whom showed great joy on their faces.

The voice of the sermon echoed in the square, and the spiritual energy of the nearby heaven and earth actually fluctuated, condensing into golden flowers and falling. These spiritual golden flowers touched the bodies of the people below and immediately melted into them.

Of course, ordinary people cannot see the spiritual energy, only those who have cultivated can see the grand scene before their eyes.