Chapter 2410 Waiting

"Well, I got it, go ahead!" The middle-aged monk listened and said lightly. Then he picked out a fist-sized, somewhat shriveled fruit from a bamboo basket in his hand and handed it to Chonghong. He said, "This poor monk picked this up from the ground. You should take it to eat first. It's still early. If you're hungry, just bear with it!"

"Thank you, Master!" Chonghong spoke respectfully at this time. After taking the fruit and saluting, he smiled at Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing, and turned around.

"The poor monk Jiandong has seen two donors!" Jiandong's words began to sound like ordinary monks. ""

Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing casually held their hands together as a courtesy. Xiao Hua looked at the bamboo basket in Jian Dong's hand and said with a smile: "Master, what are you doing? If you don't chant sutras and chant Buddha in the temple, why are you wandering around with a bamboo basket in your hand?" For shopping?”

Fairy Jing was a little puzzled. Xiao Hua had clearly asked Chonghong this question just now. I wonder why he asked again now without any reason?

Jiandong put his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha, if the poor monk has my Buddha in his heart, he will worship the Buddha in his heart no matter where he is. If the poor monk does not have the Buddha in his heart, even if he is sitting in the temple with a scripture in his hand, With the wooden fish in front of me, the golden Buddha sitting in the main hall still ignored the poor monk."

"Well, what the monk said makes sense!" Xiao Hua said without comment, "In fact, if the monk has something in his hand, you can just send the strong men in the temple, and you don't have to come in person."

"Except for the Buddha's golden body, the rest of the Chenghui Temple is full of idlers. The poor monk is a young monk, so he came here." The expression on Jiandong's face did not change. He motioned for Xiao Hua to follow him and answered in a low voice. .

Seeing that Jian Dong answered very well. Quite Zen-like, Xiao Hua's originally satisfied heart was even more uncritical. Immediately, Xiao Hua stopped asking more about this matter. He only pointed at the surrounding fruit trees and melon fields and asked something. His tone was no different from that of a farmer in the countryside. Jian Dong first saw Xiao Hua questioning the temple, and felt a little disgusted. But then he heard Xiao Hua's words, and he wanted to ask for advice when it came to the livelihood of farmers and mulberry trees, thinking that Xiao Hua was a young official. I happened to pass by Cai Feng today. I will answer it carefully and tell you everything I know.

Before reaching the gate of Chenghui Temple, Xiao Hua had already asked almost everything about Chenghui Temple, which was not what Xiao Hua expected. This Centipede Ridge has been given to Chenghui Temple as an industry by Shan Liang Kingdom. but. Chenghui Temple does not surround the Centipede Ridge like other temples, and does not perform any Buddhist rituals or Dharma on the mountain. Instead, they divided Centipede Ridge into different areas and planted different things according to the soil and running water. They even connected the land on Centipede Ridge with the land under the mountains for cultivation, regardless of whether these lands belonged to Chenghui Temple.

In particular, the output of Centipede Ridge is not only used for the temple, but also given to the surrounding villagers, even the beggars who have fled the famine and live here. To put it bluntly, Chenghui Temple is like some kind-hearted rich people in the countryside, but Chenghui Temple is different from these rich people. Chenghui Temple itself does not accumulate money at all.

Xiao Hua sighed slightly,

Buddhism has profound meanings and teaches all living beings to be good. However, one thing that is most difficult for the world to accept is that the monks in the temple always regard themselves as monks. alms. Of course, this kind of alms and alms are what monks should do, which shows that monks themselves have no foundation and can only rely on the help of the world. But most of the monks gave alms to eminent monks, and most of them still had their humanity. In the end, the temple had huge land, the monks lived an extremely prosperous life, and they had to rely on the support of the poor people. Everyone in the world has their own eyes, so who will Believe in the temple? Who would still worship a monk? Over time, this Buddhist sect will appear hypocritical.

"I have learned the lesson!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands and said, "If all the temples in the world are like Chenghui Temple, then why is there a Town of Immortality in the Hidden Immortal Continent?"

Monk Jiandong didn't seem to know what Xiao Hua was talking about in Changsheng Town. He just smiled and said: "I'm afraid the little benefactor is from another country and is not a citizen of my Shanliang country. In my Shanliang country, all the temples are in this way!"

"Really?" Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Jian Dong did not answer Xiao Hua's words. He looked at the steps in front of him and at Fairy Jing behind him. He bowed and said: "Amitabha, female benefactor. Our Chenghui Temple does not allow women to set foot. We also ask the female benefactor to worship outside." Tea!"

Fairy Jing's eyes flashed with slight anger. How could she put this secular temple in her eyes, but Xiao Hua's smile and gentle words made her quiet again.

"You wait here until I visit the abbot in the temple and come out immediately!"

There was no "fairy" or "fellow Taoist" in Xiao Hua's words, but they sounded warm, as if... an unspeakable intimacy was contained in them. Fairy Jing agreed in a low voice, turned around to look, and went straight to the mountain. Walking away from a piece of mountain plum in front of the door.

"Donor please..." Jian Dong raised his hand to signal, and he went up the steps to the mountain gate first.

Xiao Hua did not release his spiritual thoughts, but he had already seen the exterior of Chenghui Temple on the way. It was a pretty decent temple, it looked very big, but the buildings inside were simple, with a main hall, a meditation room, and there seemed to be more at the back. There is Tallinn, and these buildings do not look new, but are a bit old, especially in some places where there is a lot of moss due to the rain collected all year round. Although the mountain gate and steps in front of Xiao Hua are very clean and tidy, they are also a bit shabby and not even as bright as the mountain gate of Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town.

Xiao Hua followed Jiandong up the steps and entered the mountain gate. He was faced with a main hall and a square. There was an incense burner above the square, and there were incense sticks above the main hall. However, a few villagers were kowtowing their heads, and there were a few beside them. Accompanied by a young novice, he looked like he was not very enthusiastic.

"Chongxi..." Jiandong walked in, took a look, and called to a young novice who was standing in front of the incense burner.

"Master..." The little novice monk carefully placed the incense candle in his hand on the incense burner, hurriedly ran over, clasped his hands together and saluted Xiao Hua in a polite manner, "I have met the donor."

"Take this benefactor to see the abbot and go to the kitchen for me." Jian Dong told the young novice monk, and then said to Xiao Hua, "I will send tea to the female benefactor now."

"Master Youlao." Xiao Hua nodded.

Immediately, Xiao Hua walked through the main hall under the leadership of the little novice monk, kept going in, and finally crossed the Zen room and came to a pine forest, where he saw a slightly withered old monk sitting in a worn-out cassock. On top of a mountain rock, there was a shiny rosary in his hand, chanting sutras in his mouth.

"Master!" The young novice monk did not dare to come near. He stood still all the way away and bowed, "A benefactor came to pay a visit. The disciple brought him here."

Unexpectedly, the old monk ignored him, only closed his eyes, moved his hands slightly, and recited the scriptures in his mouth word by word.

"Donor..." the young novice monk turned around and said apologetically, "Master, that's how it is. If you want to wait, just wait here. If you feel impatient, please turn around. The young monk has some things to do and cannot stay with the donor here. ”

After saying that, the little novice monk bowed respectfully and walked away slowly. It looked like he was used to this kind of situation, and his attitude was definitely not disrespectful.

Seeing a group of monks leaving themselves here, Xiao Hua didn't mind, smiled slightly, and stood there quietly, listening to the old monk chanting sutras.

The old monk's voice was very soft, even a little vague, but Xiao Hua heard clearly that it was the "Vimalakīrti Sutra". This "Vimalakīrti Sutra" is not a sutra that ordinary monks often recite. The content in it is quite obscure. Buddha Relic Bodhi himself also recited it and did not understand it too clearly. When Xiao Hua heard this scripture, he was a little contemptuous at first, but after a moment, his face showed a trace of solemnity, and then he closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly. The sound of the old monk's recitation was like the gurgling water flowing into Xiao Hua's ears among the pines!

For two full hours, the sky was getting dark, but the old monk still did not stop. The monk Jiandong also came twice. When he saw Xiao Hua standing quietly, he did not dare to disturb him and left quietly. Outside the temple, Fairy Jing took out the futon from the Qiankun Bag, sat down by herself, and did not perform any exercises. She only silently recited Xiao Hua's teachings during this period. As for Monk Jiandong's tea, she didn't even touch it.

It was getting late, so of course there were working monks coming back from the mountains. The monks were very well-behaved, their footsteps were not loud, and there was no noise. They didn't dare to look at the still outstanding-looking Jing Xianzi, and they entered the temple carefully one by one. .

Old monk Chonghong was naturally among them. He opened his mouth but could not say anything, and followed the others into the temple.

Not long after, the sound of reciting rang out in the temple, and then the bell rang, and waves of the aroma of vegetarian food came from the temple.

In the dusk, Jian Dong came with a basket and some food to invite Fairy Jing to have a meal. Fairy Jing opened her eyes slightly, looked at her lightly, said only three words "No need", and ignored her again. Jiandong. Jian Dong had no choice but to place the basket next to Fairy Jing, with the little novice named Chongxi standing by.

"This Xiao Hua... is a bit inexplicable!" Fairy Jing realized the magic taught by Xiao Hua, but at the same time she was puzzled, "It's just a temple, what's so good about it? Is it possible that there are masters of the Buddhist sect hiding there?"

When she thought of the masters of the Buddhist sect, Fairy Jing's eyes suddenly opened. But, Xiao Hua had said earlier that he was the leader of the three sects of Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism. Fairy Jing had seen Xiao Hua's magical powers of Taoism and Confucianism. But I have never seen the magical power of Xiao Hua Buddha Sect! Could it be that Xiao Hua really met a Buddhist master in the temple? Fairy Jing originally wanted to release her spiritual thoughts, but she was hesitant. She didn't know if her spiritual thoughts would disturb Xiao Hua.

"That's all, that's it..." Fairy Jing closed her eyes again, "Sometimes waiting is also beautiful, how long can this beauty last?" (To be continued...)