Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3683

[Chapter 3683 Waiting]

“Well, I see, you can go!” The middle-aged monk listened and said indifferently, and then picked out a fist-sized, some green and deflated fruit from a bamboo basket in his hand and handed it to Chonghong Said, “This was picked up by the poor monk on the ground. You should take it first, it’s still early, if you’re hungry, just bear with it!”

“Thank you, Master!” Chong Hong said respectfully at this time. After taking the fruit and salute, he smiled at Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing and turned around.

“The poor monk Jiandong has seen two benefactors!” Jiandong’s words began to sound like the tone of an ordinary monk.

Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing casually cupped their hands as a salute. Xiao Hua looked at the bamboo basket in Jian Dong’s hand and said with a smile, “What is the Master doing? He doesn’t recite sutras and chanting Buddha in the temple, why is he wandering around with the bamboo basket in his hand? strolling around?”

Fairy Jing was a little surprised. Xiao Hua had already asked Chonghong about this just now. I don’t know why he has no reason to ask again now?

Jiandong put his hands together and whispered: “Amitabha, if the poor monk has my Buddha in his heart, he will worship Buddha in his heart no matter what time and place. If the poor monk does not have a Buddha in his heart, even if he sits upright in the temple with a scripture in his hand, With the wooden fish in front of him, the golden Buddha sitting on the Mahavira Hall still ignores the poor monk.”

“Well, what the monk said is justified!” Xiao Hua said noncommittally, “Actually, the things in the hands of the monk can be sent to the strong men in the temple, and there is no need to come in person.”

“In Chenghui Temple, except for the golden body of Buddha, the rest are idle. The poor monk is a little monk, so I came here.” .

Seeing that Jian Dong’s answer was very good, he was quite Zen-like, and Xiao Hua was originally satisfied, and he was not picky. Immediately, Xiao Hua stopped asking more about this matter, and only pointed to the surrounding fruit forests and melon fields and asked something, with that tone. There is no difference with rural farmers. Jian Dong first began to see Xiao Hua questioning the temple, and felt a little disgusted, but then he heard Xiao Hua’s words, which involved the livelihood of farmers and mulberry, and had a lot of meaning to ask for advice. He thought that Xiao Hua was a young official. Careful answer, know everything.

Before getting the gate of Chenghui Temple, Xiao Hua had already asked about Chenghui Temple. As expected, this Centipede Ridge had been given to Chenghui Temple by Shanliangguo as an estate, but Chenghui Temple did not. Unlike other temples that encircle this centipede ridge, what Buddhist activities and Buddhist teachings are performed on the mountain ridge, but the centipede ridge is divided into different areas, and different things are planted according to the soil and water. Even the land of Centipede Ridge is cultivated together with the land under the mountain ridge, regardless of whether the land belongs to Chenghui Temple or not.

In particular, the output of Centipede Ridge, in addition to being used in the temple, is also given to the villagers around, even the beggars who have escaped from the famine and are living here. To put it bluntly, Chenghui Temple is like some kind-hearted wealthy owners in the countryside, but Chenghui Temple is different from these wealthy owners. Chenghui Temple itself does not accumulate money at all.

Xiao Hua sighed slightly. The Buddhist teachings are profound and teach all living beings to be kind, but there is one thing that is most difficult for the world to accept, that is, the monks in the temple have always regarded themselves as monks, and they do not work on their own. Enshrined, euphemistically called generosity. Of course, this almsgiving and almsgiving should be given to monks, which means that monks themselves have no foundation and can only rely on the help of the world to live. But most of the monks have given to monks, and most of them still have human nature. In the end, the temple has a huge property, and the monks live a very prosperous life. They have to rely on the poor people to worship them. Believe in temples? Who will worship monks? Over time, this Buddhism may appear hypocritical.

“I’ve been taught!” Xiao Hua cupped his hands and said, “If all the temples in the world are like Chenghui Temple, why would there be a Changsheng Town in the Tibetan Immortal Continent?”

Monk Jiandong didn’t seem to know what Xiao Hua said about Changsheng Town, he just smiled and said, “I am afraid that the little donor is from another country, not a citizen of my Shanliang country. In my Shanliang country, all the temples are in this way!”

“Really?” Xiao Hua raised his brows, a little surprised.

Jian Dong did not answer Xiao Hua’s words, looked at the steps in front of him, and then at Fairy Jing behind him, bowed and said, “Amitabha Buddha, female benefactor, I do not allow women to set foot in Chenghui Temple, and I also asked the female benefactor to worship outside. Tea!”

Fairy Jing’s eyes flashed slightly with anger. She didn’t put this secular temple in her eyes, but Xiao Hua’s smile and warm words made her quiet again.

“You wait here first, and come out as soon as I visit the abbot in the temple!”

There was no “fairy” or “daoist friend” in Xiao Hua’s words, but it sounded warm, as if… an unspeakable intimacy was in it, Fairy Jing agreed in a low voice, turned to look, and went straight to the mountain. A piece of mountain plum in front of the door went.

“Donor, please…” Jian Dong raised his hand to signal, and he took the lead up the steps to the mountain gate.

Xiao Hua did not release his spiritual sense, but he had already seen the exterior of Chenghui Temple on the way. It was a decent temple, it looked very big, but the buildings inside were simple, with a main hall and a meditation room. There is Tallinn, and these buildings do not look new, some are old, especially in some places because of the year-round rain collection, there is a lot of moss. The gate and steps in front of Xiao Hua, although very clean and tidy, are also a bit shabby, not even as bright as the gate of the Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town.

Xiao Hua followed Jian Dong up the steps, stepped into the mountain gate, and faced a large hall and a square. There was an incense burner on the square, and there were incense burners on the hall. The little novice accompanies him, looking like the incense is not very strong.

“Chongxi…” Jian Dong walked in, glanced at it, and called to a little novice who was standing in front of the incense burner.

“Master…” The little novice placed the incense candle in his hand carefully on the incense burner, and hurried over, clasped his hands together in agreement and saluted Xiao Hua in a customary manner, “I have seen the benefactor.”

“Take this donor to see the abbot and go to the back kitchen for the teacher.” Jian Dong instructed the little novice, and then said to Xiao Hua, “The poor monk will bring tea to the female donor.”

“There is Mage Lao.” Xiao Hua nodded.

Immediately, Xiao Hua walked through the hall again under the leadership of the little novice, went all the way in, and finally crossed the meditation room and came to a pine forest. On top of a rock, there was a chanting chanting with a shiny rosary in his hand.

“Master!” The little novice didn’t dare to come forward, he just stood still, bowed and said, “There is a donor who came to visit, and the disciple brought him.”

Who knows, the old monk ignored it, just closed his eyes, moved his hands slightly, and read the scriptures in his mouth word by word.

“Donor…” The little novice turned back and apologized, “That’s how the master is, if you want to wait, just wait here, if you feel impatient, please turn back, the little monk has some other things, so I can’t accompany the donor here. already.”

After speaking, the little novice bowed respectfully and walked away slowly. Seeing that, he was used to such situations, and his attitude was definitely not disrespectful.

Seeing the monks hanging themselves here, Xiao Hua didn’t mind, smiled slightly, and stood there quietly, listening to the old monk chanting.

The old monk’s voice was very low, even a little vague, but Xiao Hua heard it clearly again, it was “Vimalakirti Sutra”. This “Vimalakirti Sutra” is not a sutra that ordinary monks often recite, and the content in it is quite obscure. The Buddha recited it himself and did not understand it too much. Hearing this scripture at this time, Xiao Hua was still a little contemptuous at first, but after a while, there was a trace of solemnity on his face, and then he closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly. The sound of the old monk’s recitation was sent into Xiao Hua’s ears like a gurgling water in the pine waves!

For two full hours, seeing that the sky was already dark, the old monk still did not stop, that monk Jiandong also came twice, and when he saw Xiao Hua standing quietly, he did not dare to disturb, and left lightly. Outside the temple, Fairy Jing took out the futon from the Qiankun bag, sat down by herself, and did not do any work. She just recited Xiao Hua’s teachings during this period in her heart. As for the tea of Monk Jiandong, it was not even touched.

It was getting late, and naturally there were monks who were working and came back from the bottom of the mountain. The monks were very disciplined, the footsteps were not loud, and there was no noise. When they saw Fairy Jing, who was still outstanding in appearance, they did not dare to look at them. They entered the temple carefully one by one. .

The old monk Chonghong was naturally among them. He opened his mouth and said nothing, and entered the temple with others.

But after a long time, the sound of recitation sounded in the temple, and then the bell rang, and the aroma of fast food came from the temple.

In the twilight, Jian Dong came over again with a basket and brought some food to invite Fairy Jing to eat. Fairy Jing opened her eyes slightly, looked at it lightly, and only said three words “No need”, and then ignored it. Kam Dong. Jian Dong was helpless, so he could only put the basket beside Fairy Jing, and the little novice named Chong Xi was on the side.

“This Xiao Hua… is a bit inexplicable!” Fairy Jing realized the magic taught by Xiao Hua, but was puzzled, “It’s just a temple, what’s so good about it? Is it possible that there are Buddhist masters hidden?”

Thinking of the masters of Buddhism, Fairy Jing’s eyes suddenly opened, but no, Xiao Hua said earlier, he is proficient in the three doors of Confucianism and Buddhism, Fairy Jing has seen Xiao Hua’s magical powers of Taoism and Confucianism, But I have never seen the magical powers of Xiao Hua Buddhism! Could it be that Xiao Hua really met a Buddhist master in the temple? Fairy Jing originally wanted to release her divine sense, but she hesitated again in her heartbeat. She didn’t know whether her divine sense would disturb Xiao Hua.

“Forget it, that’s it…” Fairy Jing closed her eyes again, “Sometimes waiting is beautiful, how long can this beauty last?”