Royal Road - Chapter 50

[Chapter 50]

Seeing the people swarming outside the temple, and the astonished gazes of those noble scholars beside him, he felt dizzy when he read the law.

He had heard rumors of Liang Feng’s beautiful appearance, and he knew the intention of the master to invite him, but he never thought that this person could have such great magic power, making the people of Jinyang go crazy!

He not only has this face, but also has the name of the Buddha’s dream!

In this way, wouldn’t the hard-working Fa conference become a marriage?

Reading Fa couldn’t help turning his head and looking at Master.

Unexpectedly, the old monk’s expression did not change, he stepped forward, and saluted Wang Wen who was the first to climb the steps: “Wang Zhongzheng is here, Lao Na is very fortunate.”

Wang Wen did not expect the abbot to go out to greet him, and quickly said: “Abbot What a ceremony. How can I miss this grand event?”

After the two met the ceremony, Liang Feng also climbed the last step and stood beside Wang Wen.

The old monk turned his face, looked him up and down, and suddenly gave a deep salute, “Thank you, patron Liang.”

This thank you was far beyond the usual etiquette, and everyone beside him was in an uproar.

Liang Feng was also stunned for a moment, and immediately bowed with both hands, and bowed to the ground: “Thank you abbot.”

One line of monk salute, one line of vulgar salute, two words of thanks, and a lot of hard work, and countless lives.

Unreasonable, but heartfelt.

At the foot of the steps, countless people knelt down in tears, shouting “Nanwu”, and the Buddha’s name resounded throughout the world.

The old monk slowly got up and made a gesture of “please”: “Blessers, please observe the ceremony in the temple.”

Liang Feng stood up straight, listening to the loud Buddha’s name, and seeing the approving eyes of everyone in front of him, he couldn’t help but groan in his heart.

This old monk really knows how to handle the situation, and with just a bow, people’s attention is drawn away and turned to the Buddha and the Dharma assembly.

But he didn’t care. Wasn’t he here today for the Fa conference?

Following behind Wang Wen, he stepped into the Huai’en Temple.

This monastery was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty, not a long time ago, but the momentum is not small.

Although the dharma assembly is grand, there are dojos inside and outside the temple.

Outside the temple, there are only incense candles covered with treasures, but inside the temple there are prayer flags fluttering and incense mist curling up.

The monks were dressed in robes and holding instruments, and they were indescribably solemn and solemn.

In such a compelling religious atmosphere, several people took their seats in the elegant seats in the main hall.

The first one was a middle-aged scribe, followed by the elders of Zhong and Pei, followed by Wang Wen.

The women with the veils sat at the table.

Liang Feng sat next to Wang Wen, took a seat on the side seat, glanced at the scribe at the top, and guessed where this person came from.

But at this time, no one introduced him.

After the guests were seated, the abbot walked into the main hall, knelt upright in front of the futon, and paid homage to the golden Buddha in the main hall. Then he got up, walked to the Dharma table, and sounded the golden drum on the table.

With the sound of golden drums, the big bell in the temple rang, cymbals, wooden fish, and bronze chimes sounded one after another, and the Sanskrit sound was uttered.

Sitting upright on the main hall, I only felt that the heaven and the earth were shaking with the music, the light outside the hall was shining brightly, the incense candles were smoky in the hall, the Buddha was hanging his eyes with flowers, the corners of his lips were smiling, and the indescribable compassion was hazy.

Drum music surrounds the whole body, Buddha singing everywhere, and fairy music everywhere.

This shocking effect is not something ordinary people can resist.

The two old women sitting at the top immediately trembled, holding a cloth towel gently into the hood, as if wiping away tears.

Wang Wen put his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

Liang Feng couldn’t help but admire to himself that Buddhist rituals are truly extraordinary, no wonder there are so many believers.

Fan Le rang for a full quarter of an hour before gradually disappearing.

The abbot gently dipped a willow branch in the golden bowl in front of him and sprinkled the rootless water into the sky.

Then he unfolded the scriptures in front of him and began to sing and pray the iftar repentance.

The repentance text is quaint and elegant, and the rhetoric is gorgeous.

The main thing is to thank the Buddha for the kindness, praise the generosity of the donors, and send a grand message to save the souls who died in the epidemic.

It is rare that the confession is written neither flattering nor contemptuous.

Words are precious and appropriate.

Several gold masters in the audience nodded again and again, with smiles on their faces, obviously taking advantage of this compliment.

After the long confession was over, the abbot rang the chime in front of him, and the chanting sounded again.

This time, it continued for another full quarter of an hour.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the opening ceremony was completed. The abbot turned and returned to the main seat of the main hall.

After all, he was an old man in his 60s or 70s. He stood for half an hour and then read such a long and tongue-in-cheek confession. It is rare for this old monk to be blushing and breathless, and ordered the guests to offer incense to the benefactors. tea.

After everyone had used the tea, he opened his mouth and said: “There is a big epidemic in Jinyang City. Fortunately, the Buddha’s guidance in the dream, Wang Zhongzheng is in the middle of the circle, and all the donors are generous in giving. Reshape the golden body of the Buddha, open the dharma meeting for three days, and save the souls of the deceased.”

Everyone has known about this for a long time.

Hearing the sound, the scribe sitting at the head twisted his beard and said, “Buddha is merciful! I would like to donate 200,000 money to save the souls of the dead

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” It’s not a small number, what is the origin of this Duwei You?

Liang Feng was even more puzzled in his heart.

But the giving has already begun, and he cannot be distracted.

Immediately after that scribe, the Zhong family and the Pei family each donated 100,000 yuan, and Wang Wen represented the Wang family, just like the two clans.

These people represent Jinyang’s top gatekeepers.

The Guo family, the Sun family, the Wen family, and the Yu family all donated 50,000 yuan, and their net worth was obviously lower than the previous ones.

Because it is an elegant banquet in the hall, there are very few people who are qualified to attend.

Everyone’s eyes fell on Liang Feng, who was beside Wang Wen.

According to his status, he should also donate 50,000 yuan.

But a white body Tinghou who is plainly dressed and can only ride a light car, can he come up with so much money?

Under the worried or curious eyes of everyone, Liang Feng stood up calmly, bowed and saluted: “This time, the origin is all because of the Buddha’s dream. I specially prepared a few things, and I would like to serve it in front of the Buddha’s altar.”

Hearing these words , Many people showed a kind smile.

Only Liang Feng chose a tricky method, donating items instead of money and food, which is all decent, and will not be rude.

However, when Liang Feng took the wooden box handed over by the servant and took out an item, many people gasped.

It is a lotus cup, which is divided into upper and lower layers.

The upper layer is a bowl, like a flower bud at the beginning; the lower layer is a plate, like a lotus leaf stretching.

The two are integrated, finely crafted, shiny and shiny, obviously the best porcelain.

Surprisingly, this one turned out to be white!

All of you here are rich and famous, which one does not have porcelain?

Of all the porcelains in the world, the Yue kiln is the most expensive.

All that can be put on the table are Yue Kiln celadon.

A Yue Kiln celadon furnace is often a status symbol of dignitaries.

But who has ever seen such a white porcelain lotus cup?

Although it is not transparent and translucent white, it is indeed a bluish white color, and there are some dark glazes with uneven color at the bottom of the plate.

However, the slight blemishes of the white jade did not make the lotus cup lose its color. Instead, it had some muddy and unstained elegance, which made it even more attractive.

It is not uncommon for such a lotus flower to sell for 100,000 yuan, and it is a sign of devotion to use it to worship Buddha!

As if he hadn’t heard the sound of air-conditioning, Liang Feng gently put down the cup, opened another box, and took out five volumes of scriptures.

“This is the entire volume of the “Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra”. I heard this sutra in a dream, and now I present it to the Buddha.”

At this time, even the monks in the hall were not moved.

More or less, they have all heard the anecdotes of passing scriptures in their dreams, but only a very few have seen the real scriptures.

Now that Liang Feng has generously offered it, how can it not make people feel excited?

Even the abbot himself folded his palms and bowed three times to the scripture before taking it with both hands.

These two are treasures that cannot be calculated with money. When everyone in the hall looked at Liang Feng again, the contempt and pity they had just lost were completely gone. In addition, the spectacular scene of thousands of people around him gave him a shimmering halo. .

When Buddha fell into a dream, who can still have doubts?

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At this time, Liang Feng turned around and gave a salute to everyone sitting on the seat: “The last one is the same, but it’s an unkind request. I have seen countless refugees all the way from Liang Mansion, suffering from hunger and cold, leaving their hometowns. In Jinyang City, there are also thousands of Li Shu, who are walking on the road to worship, only to ask the Buddha to avoid disasters and blessings. The dharma assembly can save countless ghosts in the underworld. Who will save these worldly hungry and lonely old people? Therefore, I would like to take out a thousand Tibetan treasures. The paper of the scriptures is exchanged for rice grain, which is donated to the suffering people in the city.”

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Exchange paper for food to relieve the poor?

In fact, large households also have good deeds of porridge. When they encounter a disaster, they will set up a porridge field, but very few people take it as a measure.

But think about it, they are willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to save ghosts, why can’t they spend some money to save the living?

On the side, Mrs. Guo, who was wearing a hat, suddenly said, “The old man is willing to exchange fifty shi of millet for Liang Langjun’s Tibetan scripture paper.”

Although Guo’s old lady is old, but her family is not top-notch. It’s very rude to speak up.

However, after everyone was stunned, they suddenly woke up to another thing.

This paper is the Tibetan scripture paper produced by the Liang Mansion!

With the blessing of the Buddha in his dreams, will this Tibetan scripture paper also be full of vows, so that it can bless the family?

The Guo family lost two young sons during this pandemic. Could it be because of this that Mrs. Guo couldn’t wait to speak and wanted this piece of paper?

Immediately, someone became annoyed, how could such a good opportunity have not been thought of before?

It’s only fifty stones of rice grain, what is it to them!

At this moment, it has been robbed, no matter how high the status is, it is not easy to make another bid.

Sure enough, Liang Feng happily bowed to Madam Guo: “Thank you for your kindness, Madam. After the Fa conference, I will send someone to deliver the Tibetan scriptures.” After

that, he turned to the abbot again: “I will be leaving Jinyang in the next few days.

, I wonder if you can ask Huai’en Temple to donate these fifty stones of rice grain on your behalf?”

Ah!

It was only at this time that the Fa-chanting came to an end, which is bad!

If these 50 stone grains of rice are transported to Huai’en Temple, and the temple will give them on their behalf, the poor will certainly appreciate the kindness of Liang Feng and Guo.

But there is always a time when the rice grains are exhausted. If they run out, the temple will stop providing relief. Will the foolish people who don’t know the world hate Liang Feng?

I’m afraid not, but the monks will be blamed for being stingy and unwilling to save people.

In this case, wouldn’t generosity never stop?

How much rice, grain and firewood should be posted in the temple?

What the abbot could think of when he recited the Dharma, of course the abbot could think of it, but the old monk did not hesitate, just nodded slightly, and recited a passage of scripture: “A bodhisattva in the Dharma should have nowhere to live and walk in giving; Keep the sound, smell, touch the Dharma and give; Subhuti, Bodhisattva should give in this way, and why is it that the bodhisattva does not give in appearance? If the bodhisattva does not give in appearance, the merit is inconceivable. What Liang Shizhu did is exactly the gift without appearance, which is a great blessing The great wisdom of Virtue, how can this monastery refuse it?” What the

old monk recited was exactly a passage from the Diamond Sutra.

That is to say, when giving, don’t have color, and don’t have the thought of giving favor and retribution.

Only by always keeping the idea of doing good deeds and helping others in mind can we obtain the greatest reward and achieve the bodhisattva body.

This is the principle of Zen sound and Buddhism. How can all the high school disciples who are passionate about Buddhism here not understand it?

Everyone nodded and nodded, realizing something in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, the old monk could return a tall hat and round it up for him. Liang Feng also smiled and saluted.

Whatever the explanation, his purpose has been accomplished.

With the price of the dharma assembly, if someone comes to buy sutra paper in the future, they must pay the price of 1,000 sheets of 50 stone.

This is just like stealing money from Ming, but it is still elegant and has no copper odor. Why don’t those high-ranking people rush to it?

And promising to donate rice grains for the next generation, Huai’en Temple can not only be a leather pocket that swallows money and food, but also spit out some money and grain in moderation to donate porridge and rice.

With the money left between the fingers, I don’t know how many people can survive.

To have such a result, it is not a waste of time to make a show today.

With a modest smile, Liang Feng sat back to his original position.

The host put his palms together and worshipped again: “Since this Buddha’s fate refers to the first volume of sutras of transcendence, just use this “Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra”.” After hearing the

words, the two monks immediately stood on the left and right, and started the delivery of Liang Feng’s the scriptures above.

The old monk took a deep breath and began to recite.

His voice was not clear, on the contrary, it was hoarse and dry, but when he read the scriptures, there was a charming charm that pointed directly to the heart.

The “Diamond Sutra” translated by Kumarajiva is incomparably exquisite, with beautiful diction, sophisticated language, mysterious and profound, which is exactly in line with the taste of Jin people.

Now let the old monk read it slowly, it is even more intoxicating.

The sound of Zen was faint, and the fragrance was shrouded in mist. Liang Feng also slowly closed his eyes and listened quietly.