Chapter 721-722 Buddhist Zen Singing (Upper, Lower)

Chapter 721-722 Buddha Zen Singing (top and bottom) [Two chapters in one, ask for a monthly ticket]

"Basang, what are you doing?"

After seeing the little lama's behavior, the Gegu lama couldn't help but be shocked. Although the little lama is not very old, he has been following the strong Balozhu Living Buddha for six or seven years. He is a servant of the living Buddha and has a much higher status than him in the Jokhang Temple.

In the team of visiting the reincarnated spiritual child of the living Buddha, there is a little lama Bassan. I believe that after visiting the living Buddha, the little lama will also be sent to the Buddhist college for further study. The future will definitely be much stronger than that of the law enforcement lama Gegu.

"It is the patron saint of the snowy mountain and the guardian beast of the Buddha..."

The little lama couldn't express his meaning in Chinese, so he simply talked to Gegu in Tibetan.

If anyone in the Jokhang Temple knows the true meaning of the gift of Zhuang Ruitianzhu by the Living Buddha of Qiangbalozhu, there may be only this little lama Basang. At that time, he clearly remembered every sentence said by the living Buddha, but at that time, the white lion was too young to associate it with the guardian god of the

But now the adult white lion is in front of him. The little lama suddenly remembered the words of the living Buddha, and there is no trace of doubt. If it weren't for the patron saint on the snowy mountain, how could he have grown to such a big body in more than a year?

"How can this...this be possible?"

Gegu Lama looked at the white lion beside Zhuang Rui and muttered to himself. Although these lamas have no doubt about the piety of Buddhism, they have never seen the manifestation of the Buddha. Suddenly, they heard that there was a mythical beast of the same level as the Buddha around them, and their minds suddenly could not turn.

The little lama nodded affirmatively and said, "It's true, the living Buddha said it himself..."

In Tibet, the status of the living Buddha is very high, and the reincarnated living Buddha like Qiangbalozhu is very rare and exists like a god. After hearing Bassan's words, the Gegu Lama no longer hesitated. He immediately turned over and bowed to the white lion, saying something in Tibetan.

The white lion was not interested in the man kneeling in front of him. After taking a look at the Gegu Lama, he raised his forelimbs and touched Gegu's shoulder with his claws.

"Picture and cut, hang up!"

Seeing that the white lion was so spiritual, there was a trace of fanaticism in Gegu's eyes. He said the Tibetan language that Zhuang Rui and others did not understand. After kowtowed three times to the white lion respectfully, he stood up carefully.

The staff of the Religious Affairs Administration seemed to be able to understand the words of Gegu and the Basang Lama. After a novel look at the white lion, he said to Zhuang Rui, "Mr. Zhuang, there is nothing to do today. It's mainly the activities in the temple. You can watch the ceremony in the Jokhang Temple or go out for Same as..."

Zhuang Rui came to attend the ceremony, but the Panchen Lama personally paid great attention to it. Not only did the government attach great importance to it, but also the Jokhang Temple also sent Gegu and the little lama Basang to receive it.

Zhuang Rui also wanted to see how the Jokhang Temple prayed for the living Buddha. Then he said, "Let's take a look at the activity first, and then go out for a walk in the afternoon..."

"Okay, Mr. Zhuang, please follow me..."

The staff are very familiar with Jokhang Temple. After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, He Gegu and the little lama walked in front of the way, while Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei followed.

Through several corridors carved with Buddhist stories, I don't know whether the staff has the identity or the respect for the little lama. The lamas I saw along the way all leaned over to give way to Zhuang Rui and his party, and put their hands together to salute everyone.

Under the guidance of the staff and Bassan, Zhuang Rui came to the inner circle of the cloister. In this wide inner circle, thousands of monks had gathered here at this time. Where they were seen, they were all dressed as yellow lamas.

"Mr. Zhuang, please go up to the second floor to watch the ceremony..."

After hearing the staff's words, Zhuang Rui raised his head and looked at the second floor of the corridor, where there were rows of chairs, which must have been used to receive the audience from all parties. Zhuang Rui nodded and walked up with Peng Fei and others.

At this time, there have been a lot of people sitting upstairs, all of whom are believers and scholars from all over the country. Of course, these people have a certain identity and have contributed to the promotion and development of Tibetan Buddhism, otherwise they are not qualified to sit here.

The arrival of Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei surprised these people, because these two were too young, but when the white lion appeared on the second floor, their attention was suddenly attracted. Such a big snow masturge will attract everyone's attention no matter where it is.

Of course, since these people are Tibetan Buddhists, they naturally know the status of Tibetan mastians in Tibet. They only show a surprised look in their eyes, but they are not like those who see white lions in the mainland. The first feeling is fear.

Zhuang Rui's position is also the best. In the first row by the window, you can clearly see the activities in the square. After leading Zhuang Rui to the position, the little lama Basang and Gegu Lama left, and the white lion lay quietly at Zhuang Rui's feet.

There seemed to be no seat for the staff on the second floor. After saying hello to Zhuang Rui, he left his business card and left, saying that when Zhuang Rui wanted to go out, he must call him first.

Now the monks in the square have not begun to recite scriptures. In Zhuang Rui's view, the lamas in different colors of clothes seem to be standing in order according to different clothes, holding various sutra flags and Buddha umbrellas in their hands, which is spectacular.

Just as Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei were discussing in a low voice about how to distinguish the identity of the lama from the clothes, a voice sounded behind them: "Two little brothers, are you also here to attend the ceremony?"

Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment. Isn't this nonsense? People are sitting here. Didn't they come to attend the ceremony or to see the hustle and bustle?

"Yes, I'm here to attend the ceremony..."

Zhuang Rui looked back and spoke to an old man in his sixties. He had a string of Buddha beads on his hands and wrists, and there was a jade Buddha on his chest. It seemed that he should be a devout Buddhist.

"Cough... This little brother, where did you buy this Tibetan Mastika?"

When the old man saw that Zhuang Rui didn't want to pay attention to him, he didn't get close to him. He simply asked directly. As soon as the old man asked, several people sitting next to him also pricked up their ears and wanted to hear Zhuang Rui's answer.

There is no need to say more about the ferocity and loyalty of Tibetan mastoka. In the eyes of these people, the Tibetan masturor also has the identity of a guardian and the temple god beast. It is also a respect for Buddha to have such a Tibetan masto. Therefore, among the ten people on the viewing platform, there People's dialogue.

Zhuang Rui smiled, gently stroked the hair of the white lion's neck with his hand, and said, "I didn't buy it. This is what Buddha gave me. It's my brother and partner..."

Zhuang Rui was afraid that these people would raise the topic of buying white lions with money, so he simply moved the Buddha out directly. Don't you believe in him? You are always embarrassed to buy it with money when he gave it to me, right?

Sure enough, after Zhuang Rui said this, the old man's face showed a resentful look. After looking at the white lion for a while, he finally took it back and did not make any other request, because they all know that the people who can sit here should not only have money, but also have identity. Although Zhuang Rui is young, but But no one dares to look down on him.

In this kind of Buddhist holy place, no one dares to make a loud noise. The people on the viewing platform, even if they are familiar with each other, speak very small. Just as Zhuang Rui was waiting for the ceremony to begin, a slightly noisy sound suddenly came from the top of the stairs.

Looking back, an old man came to the second floor tremblingly with the help of two young people. The person next to him was actually Yang Kaiwen, which surprised Zhuang Rui and came to receive him in person as Yang Kaiwen. Presumably, the old man was not small.

When he calmed down, Zhuang Rui suddenly laughed. Among the people who dared to come up, he knew several people, who were in his eighties, were at the helm of Zheng's jewelry in Hong Kong. One of the young people who helped him was his grandson Zheng Hua, and he also had a good relationship with Zhuang Rui.

Seeing that it was Sir Zheng, Zhuang Rui was also relieved. The old man was not only a business tycoon, but also seemed to have the position of vice chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. The level was not low. It was well received by Kevin Yang in person, which was reasonable.

"Brother Zheng Hua, I didn't expect the old man to come to attend the ceremony?"

Seeing an acquaintance and an elder, Zhuang Rui naturally couldn't let others say hello to him, so he quickly stood up and greeted him.

"Brother Zhuang, hey, why are you here? I thought you were busy with the museum?

Zheng Hua didn't expect to see Zhuang Rui here. When the museum opened a few days ago, he personally went to send a generous gift. In addition, he deliberately made friends, and now he is also a brother of Zhuang Rui.

"I have a little connection with the living Buddha. Thanks to the love of the living Buddha, I once gave me a string of heavenly beads that he wore with me, so I came..."

Zhuang Rui smiled and did not say that he had been invited, otherwise he would definitely be despised by these devout Buddhists.

"Brother Ouyang's grandson, right? I've seen you. How's Ouyang's health?"

Sir Zheng has a very good memory. At a small private auction in Hong Kong last year, he met Zhuang Rui. Now after hearing the conversation between Zhuang Rui and his grandson, he immediately recognized him.

"Thank you, Grandpa Zheng, for your relationship. Grandpa is in good health..."

Zhuang Rui answered respectfully and helped the old man to the chair at the front desk with Zheng Hua and sat down. Among the people who had come before, those who were familiar with Sir Zheng also came to say hello one after another. After chatting with Zheng Hua, Zhuang Rui returned to his seat.

There are a lot of believers in Tibetan Buddhism in Hong Kong. Zhuang Rui did not expect that Sir Zheng was also a devout Buddhist believer, which is quite different from his behavior in the business world, or it may be through faith to seek spiritual peace, right?

The ** caused by Sir Zheng's arrival soon subsided with the speech on the temporary rostrum in the square.

Chapter 722 Buddhist Zen Singing (Part 2)

Just now, when I was talking to Zheng Hua and others, I didn't pay attention to the changes in the venue. It was not until there was a sound that Zhuang Rui found that the rostrum in the square was already full of people at this time. Yang Kaiwen, who sent Sir Zheng to the viewing platform, also slipped to the rostrum,

To Zhuang Rui's surprise, he also knew the person sitting next to Yang Kaiwen, but he was Deputy Director Dai of the State Administration of Religious Affairs. It seems that the ceremony to visit the reincarnation of the living Buddha is very high.

A man in his fifties in Tibetan clothing first spoke. He said it in Tibetan. Zhuang Rui couldn't understand a word. When he looked at Peng Fei, he also stared at him and looked around. He must not understand Tibetan.

"That is the chairman of the autonomous region who came specially to attend this ceremony..."

The Gegu Lama around Zhuang Rui explained to Zhuang Rui that the leaders of the autonomous region must participate in such a ceremony, and the strong Balozhu Living Buddha has great influence in the Tibetan region, so the level of people who come is also very high.

After the chairman's speech, an old lama with a wrinkled face and not tall began to speak. According to Gegu's introduction, this is another living Buddha in Dazhang Temple, who is already in his nineties.

The ceremony went on one by one. After the old living Buddha spoke, the shocking Dharma drum sounded. In the sound of the drum, Sanskrit Zen sang, thousands of people chanted the scriptures at the same time, and the whole Jokhang Temple was shrouded in the sound of the scriptures.

This time, the sound of chanting only sounded for about five minutes. As soon as the drum stopped, the sound also stopped. Eight senior monks in yellow lama costumes began to chant incense, chanting incense praise in their mouths.

In front of the incense burner, there is a table with a set of old lama costumes, as well as a sutra wheel and two magic weapons that Zhuang Rui did not know. After the incense was finished, thousands of monks in the field knelt down to the table.

After completing this ceremony, the monks sat cross-legged on the ground and began to pray for blessings and chanting. In the sound of the scriptures, they should feel the Buddha's metaphor of the strong Balozhu living Buddha, find the spiritual light of the reincarnation of the living Buddha, and look forward to the Buddha's coming to the Jo

The neat and uniform sound of chanting, from weak to strong, slowly, it seems that there is only this kind of sound between heaven and earth. Unlike the noise, although the sound of chanting is very loud, it does not make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, hearing the sound of chanting, Zhuang Rui only feels peaceful in his heart.

Not only does Zhuang Rui have this feeling, but the people on the viewing platform are all listening to the chanting with their eyes closed. Sir Zheng even reads words in his mouth, with a baby-like smile on his face, full of wrinkles, and there is a faint brilliance.

"Huh? What is this?"

After being immersed in the sound of the scriptures for a while, Zhuang Rui's heart suddenly moved, because he found that the aura in his eyes seemed to **. When he opened his eyes, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but be in a daze.

Over the square full of chanting lamas, I don't know when there was a thick white fog. Although there was a patio around the square, and the wind came from all sides, the fog gathered and stayed on the top of the lama's head in the courtyard.

"Is this the wish power mentioned in the Dharma?"

Dharma has a cloud: magic is invincible, magic power is invincible to karma, and karma is invincible. Wishing power refers to the original wish of the human heart, can eliminate karma, can crack the heart demon, can communicate with heaven and earth, and produce great power. This is what Buddhism means.

Zhuang Rui never believed in the existence of wish or karma before, but it seems difficult to find any other explanation for the fog formed by the Zen singing of these thousands of lamas.

Zhuang Rui tried to let the aura touch the fog, and suddenly felt a warm breath coming into his body, and in this fog, it seemed that there were great virtuous monks explaining the scriptures, Sanskrit Zen singing, and the mouth of lotus.

Those scriptures that were recited very fast, and Zhuang Rui could not understand at all. Suddenly, they seemed to start to bite the text and chew the words. Word by word flashed in front of Zhuang Rui's eyes, which was extremely clear.

Just like the holy water in the bottle in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva, these sounds and fonts wash away Zhuang Rui's heart over and over again, making his thoughts and ideas more clear and more clear.

"Brother Zhuang, what's wrong with you? What were you talking about just now?"

Peng Fei, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, heard Zhuang Rui muttering and opened his eyes, but he saw nothing except the lamas who were chanting.

"Nothing, Peng Fei, I didn't go anywhere in the morning. I just listened to the monk chanting here..."

After being awakened by Peng Fei from that state, Zhuang Rui stared at Peng Fei unhappily and said, "If you are impatient, go out and look around..."

Zhuang Rui is afraid of being disturbed by Peng Fei again. To be honest, although Zhuang Rui does not believe in gods and Buddhas, his feelings in the fog just now have opened his heart. His mind is clear, and even the aura in his eyes have no reservations. It seems that there is really a great monk chanting and listening in Reiki.

You know, since Zhuang Rui had a power in his eyes, he has never mentioned it to anyone. This kind of ability that is different from ordinary people has certainly made Zhuang Rui famous and billions of dollars, but at the same time, it has also brought a lot of confusion and pressure to Zhuang Rui.

For more than a year, Zhuang Rui has been deliberately guarding the secret of his eyes. Even in his sleep, he dares not reveal it. On the one hand, this matter is too mysterious, and on the other hand, Zhuang Rui is afraid that people will not believe it.

For a while, Zhuang Rui wanted to see a psychologist and talk to him, but in the end, he still didn't make the trip, because Zhuang Rui was afraid that the psychologist would diagnose him a symptom of mental imagination.

This kind of pressure, accumulated for a long time, made Zhuang Rui feel tired and unable to relieve, but in the fog that just rose from the Zen Buddha's singing, this pressure was released. That comfortable feeling almost let Zhuang Rui come out of Tibet.

In just a few minutes, most of the depression that has been accumulated in his heart for a long time has dispersed. Zhuang Rui has decided to be a monk today and feel the wonderful meaning of Buddhism.

"This passage is very comfortable to listen to, and I won't go out..."

After hearing Peng Fei's words, Zhuang Rui looked at him and said that Buddhism could resolve the violence. Is it true? However, this sound is indeed a peace of mind.

"Whatever you want, don't disturb me to feel the Dharma..."

After saying something half true and half falsely, Zhuang Rui closed his eyes.

Opening and closing his eyes has no effect on the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes. When the aura enters the power of wish again, the feeling that seems to make the soul sing back to him.

The dust in his heart was washed away one by one in Zen singing, and the thoughts in his mind became more and more clear. Time seemed to stop at this moment. Zhuang Rui did not know how long it took, and the wish power of the whole sky suddenly dissipated.

"Huh? It doesn't seem to be the scripture just now?"

After Zhuang Rui opened his eyes, he found that the lamas were still chanting, but all the wishes in front of him had dissipated. After careful discrimination, the scriptures he recited now seemed to be different from the beginning.

"Why did it pass so fast?"

Zhuang Rui looked at his watch, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. That is to say, from 9:00 a.m. to now, he has been sitting motionless in a chair for six hours. After seeing the time clearly, Zhuang Rui's stomach made a "coo" sound.

Turning his head and looking around, there were only a few people left on the viewing platform. Zheng's grandfather and grandson had left, and even Peng Fei did not know where he was going. However, the white lion was still lying at his feet and opened his eyes to look at the lamas under the stage, as if he was wondering something.

"Master Gegu, where is my companion?"

Zhuang Rui saw Ge Gu sitting cross-legged behind him and quickly asked.

Gegu stood up and replied respectfully, "He has left, saying that he asked you to call him..."

Not to mention whether the white lion is the patron saint of the snow mountain, even if Zhuang Rui heard the Buddhist scriptures today and entered the state of meditation, it also surprised Ge Gu. Not to mention that Zhuang Rui is just a mortal, even many eminent monks, it is difficult to enter that ethereal realm, which only shows that Zhuang Rui has the fate

Yi Ge Gu stopped Peng Fei and Zheng Hua from trying to wake up Zhuang Rui at noon and guarded Zhuang Rui all the time.

"Okay, I know, and I have to ask Master Gegu to take me out..."

Zhuang Rui took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He found that there were seven or eight un answered calls on the mute mobile phone, including Peng Fei and Zheng Hua, and several from Qin Xuanbing and his family. Zhuang Rui was not in a hurry to call back. After all, it was very impolite to make a phone call in this Buddhist holy place

Gegu has been by Zhuang Rui's side. Knowing that he hasn't eaten yet at noon, he said, "There is Suzhai in our temple. Do you want to taste it?"

Wan Rui wanted to call back, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it next time..."

Gegu was not reluctant. He took Zhuang Rui and the white lion through the maze-like cloister and came to the door of the Jokhang Temple.

First, I called Qin Xuanbing. I knew that there was nothing to do at home. I called Shushu.com to update it. Zhuang Rui called Peng Fei again. Peng Fei was wandering in Baguo Street. He received a phone call from Zhuang Rui and quickly rushed over.

"Go, find a place to eat first, I'm starving..."

Zhuang Rui waved his hand to Peng Fei and walked to the western restaurant in his memory. As soon as he took two steps out, his mobile phone rang. Zhuang Rui took it out and saw that it was Zheng Hua who called.