Chapter 953: Secrets in the Temple
"Since it's the arrangement of the uncle, let's take a look at it first!" The host said, and said to them: "Go ahead and let the disciples in the temple treat the donor Tang as an ordinary disciple. He also told his disciples to keep their mouths shut about their origins and origins, which was also what the master and uncle told him back then."
"Yes." They responded, bowed, and then retreated.
In the early morning of the next day, the distant bells of the ancient temple echoed in the mountains and forests. Among the Ten Thousand Buddhas Gate, there are almost no pilgrims who come to worship the Buddha and add incense oil. Therefore, the disciples in the temple are doing breakfast in the temple. Classes, chanting scriptures, or practicing martial arts.
The host went to the courtyard where Tangning lived alone.
"Morning, the abbot!" Qi Mufeng, dressed in dazzling red clothes, came out, greeted him, and came to the main house to knock on the door: "Master, the abbot is here."
The door opened, wearing Tsing Yi and still sleepy Tangning walked out while rubbing her eyes and yawning. When she saw the host, she called out, "Host, it's so early!"
She couldn't sleep last night, and she didn't fall asleep until dawn. She was still confused! If it weren't for the fact that the host said that she was going to come over to talk to her today, she really didn't want to get up.
"Donor Tang." After the host bowed, he looked at Qi Mufeng and said, "Don't know if you can avoid it first?" He wanted to talk about the secrets of Buddhism, and naturally he hoped that the less people knew about it, the better.
Qi Mufeng replied with a smile, "No problem, you guys talk, I'll have breakfast first, and then I'll go to the temple later." After speaking, she said to Tangning, "Master, I'll bring you some steamed buns when I come back."
Tangning glanced at him and said nothing. Seriously, the food in this temple is really too bland. She was thinking, could it be the reason why she didn't eat meat last night?
"Host, please take a seat." Tangning asked him to sit down, poured two glasses of water, and waited for him to speak.
"Donor Tang..."
"Host, just call me Xiao Tang." She said with a smile.
Hearing this, the host smiled and said: "Okay, Xiao Tang, today Lao Na came to tell you about the general situation in the temple. Didn't you ask Lao Na yesterday about the theft of Buddhist scriptures in the temple? Lao Na I'll tell you now."
"Actually, as early as a few decades ago, the Buddhist scriptures in Wanfomen were stolen. Not only were they stolen, but many Buddhist scriptures were burned at that time, and the spiritual veins in Wanfomen's cultivation holy place were also destroyed. As a result, the strength of the disciples in the temple has been difficult to break through over the years, and it is precisely because of this that one after another disciples have returned to the secular world, and the Wanfo Sect has gradually declined, and its reputation is not as good as before."
Tangning nodded, "I heard the old monk mention this a few times."
"In the past, the incense of Wanfomen was prosperous, with many believers, and pilgrims from all over the world came from thousands of miles away. However, over the years, because there were no real Buddhas who could sit in the temple, the number of pilgrims began to gradually decrease. In recent years, only except for Some old believers will occasionally come to add some incense and oil, and almost no one has come to Wanfomen."
Speaking of this, he sighed: "The Buddhist scriptures that were stolen some time ago were actually not the originals, but just a copy of the Buddhist scriptures handwritten by the ancestors of Taishang. The Buddhist scriptures handwritten by the ancestors were also not preserved."