Chapter 1 The survival of famous temples
"... The success of this Dharma Conference will be directly related to the survival of the reputation of Anguo Temple!"
"The monks of Huguo Temple who presided over the Buddhist Dharma Conference last time once looked down on our Anguo Temple. When the token staff was sent to the conference a few days ago, he looked even more contemptuous..."
"...If there is any mistake in hosting the meeting of our temple, I will laugh and ridicule the temples, and I will never be able to raise my head in the temples in Yecheng in the future!"
Today is the first time for Qingyin to enter the Dharma Hall.
At the end of the scripture lecture, the monk Kongsi mage talked about the Dharma conference.
The more the mage said, the more excited he became. His face turned red. He sat on the futon in the middle of the Dharma Hall and said with foam.
Do you want to take a Dharma conference to the same height as the survival of the temple?! Qingyin was puzzled.
He turned his head and looked at the people around him. Under his bare head, he opened his face with a serious expression and his eyes.
Especially the fat monk sitting on his side called Qingchen. A round cake fat face was full of anger at this moment. Looking from the side, his round mouth bulged slightly and his eyebrows frowned, as if he couldn't wait to get angry!
"We must host this Dharma Conference!"
"That is, the monks of Huguo Temple have long looked down on me and said that the monks of the temple are inferior to them. The Huguo Temple is really rampant in Ye City!" A young monk said with an angry face.
"What the mage said, I will wait for the little monk to do it. Be sure to hold this Dharma conference well!"
"Even if you clean the whole temple and wipe the Buddha, the little monk will definitely do his best."
In the words related to the temple and everyone's honor and disgrace, Master Kongsi has successfully gathered the hearts of hundreds of monks in Anguo Temple.
"What kind of temple is Huguo Temple?" Qingyin still couldn't help patting Qingchen with a big mouth beside him and asked in a low voice.
"The Huguo Temple is a royal temple. Together with Anguo Temple, Jianguo Temple and Ningguo Temple, it is known as the four famous temples in Yecheng. Huguo Temple is the first of the temples. Qingchen explained softly. Seeing that the voice showed a confused expression, he couldn't help laughing, "Little brother, you are new to Yecheng. I don't know that these are normal."
The voice turned his eyes white. It's good to be a newcomer. But it's not his little brother, let alone a little monk, but a veritable woman.
In the previous life, Qingyin's parents, who were studying in college, died. They usually used their holidays to set up small business on the roadside to earn living expenses. That day, on the weekend, Qingyin set up a stall on the roadside as usual. He saw a two- or three-year-old child leaving his mother who was focusing on turning over the trinkets in front of the stall and staggered to the road. A fast car was about to crash into it. Lin Qingyin rushed up with an arrow step...
The child was saved. Lin Qingyin fell into the boundless darkness under that powerful collision...
Maybe she saved people and did a good thing. Lin Qingyin doesn't know why she didn't die. No, she must be dead in modern times. However, the soul is inexplicably reborn in the Great Qi Dynasty, which is said to be the chaos of several countries after the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Now when I think back to that scene, Qingyin still feels that his heart is pounding.
She couldn't help stretching out her hand, staring at the slender, slender and soft hand in front of her again, and once again confirming that she was really crossing!
In the past, my finger joint was thick, and there was a dark red birthmark at the mouth of the tiger. The first joint of the middle finger left a thick calluse because of hard writing when I was young.
The hands in front of him are soft and slender, and the tiger's mouth is smooth and smooth. The whole finger joint is smooth, like spring onions.
Although this face now has a smooth head, it is soft and delicate. It's more beautiful than myself in modern times.
At first, she saw that the bald head was wearing a monk's robe. Qingyin doubted whether the body was a man or a woman. It was not until she secretly untied the monk's clothes wrapped around her body, revealing her tightly wrapped body, and looked at the slightly swollen breasts and the body with obvious female characteristics. I'm still a woman. A woman who is indeible.
He was just occupied by his own dove, but he didn't understand why the owner of this body was obviously a woman, but he was dressed as a monk and mixed in the temple. However, her legal name is also Qingyin, which makes Qingyin feel that it is too coincidental.
Think about it, in modern society, Qingyin travels around for living expenses, and only occasionally hears from their dormitory classmates talking about their favorite time-travel novels, such as time and space travel, resurrection and rebirth, those dog-blooded plots. Qingyin never thought that he would really encounter such a thing. It has always been the voice of an atheist, and I can't explain the strange and inexplicable thing of soul crossing.
All kinds of discomfort after crossing, coupled with the fear of this unknown era, Qingyin has been hiding in the room until today.
And what the Kongsi mage said about this Dharma conference made her feel even more confused.
"Now, the biggest problem in our temple is that there are fewer monks in the temple." Master Kong Si waved his hand and continued.
"This is an indisputable fact! Huguo Temple is a whole circle larger than our temple, with more than 350 monks. The Ningguo Temple of Jianguo Temple is about the same size as our temple, but the number is more than 200 people, which is far more than our temple.
"The biggest problem facing our temple is how to use the existing human and material resources to complete the Dharma Conference!"
As soon as Master Kong Si said this, everyone who had just said their mouths closed their mouths, and the whole Dharma Hall immediately calmed down.
Nowadays, Anguo Temple is facing a small number of people and poor financial resources. Although successive Buddhist and Dharma conferences have been allocated by the court, the monasteries that preside over the Dharma conferences often have to pay a huge amount of money to entertain the monks and even the members of the court.
Temples with strong economic strength can also be supported.
However, Anguo Temple's financial resources are not sustainable. It is only because the ancient temple has been famous for a hundred years that it ranks with the other three temples as the four famous temples in Yecheng. In terms of strength and financial resources, it is far worse.
Everyone was silent, but they saw a row of figures at the gate of the Dharma Hall. The first old monk, about 60 years old, was dressed in a wide monk's robe, with sparse eyebrows and a peaceful face. He was surrounded by the people behind him and was walking into the Dharma Hall.
"Host Master!"
"It's Master Kongzhi!"
The monks beside him whispered one after another. There was an excited light in his eyes. Master Kongzhi! That's the abbot of Anguo Temple. It is said that he has become a monk when he was a child. He has been practicing in Anguo Temple for many years, and his Dharma is profound. Pingsu is practicing in the Zen room, and he can't wait for the door.
Qingyin knows Master Kongzhi.
Because he fainted inexplicably, he was called by Master Kongzhi to ask in detail after waking up, and he had met the famous abbot of Anguo Temple.
At that time, I only felt that the old man was kind-looking and looked like a kind grandpa next door. Now he was surrounded by the crowd behind him, with a master demeanor, and the whole aura immediately appeared.
Seeing Master Kongzhi coming in, Master Kongsi stood up and put his hands together. Master Kongzhi returned the salute and walked to the pulpit in the middle of the Dharma Hall. This is the table where the mage explains the scriptures. At this moment, Master Kongzhi walked over and sat down, and everyone immediately adjusted the position of the futon they were sitting around, facing the desk, and listening to Master Kongzhi.
"Amitabha! Presumably, Master Kongsi has already said the situation of the Dharma Conference. I hope you can make suggestions and contribute to the safe hosting of this Buddhist conference in our temple. If you offer a good strategy, you will be reused by this temple and be awarded the title of deacon's hall. Master Kongzhi's voice is soft, he doesn't speak loudly, and a few words make people feel convinced invisibly.
And the sentence "the person who gives a good strategy will be reused by the temple and be awarded the monk of the deacon's hall" is no less than a heavy bomb, which immediately exploded among the monks.
Qingyin wants to ask the monk of the deacon's hall. Afraid of being laughed at by Qingchen, he thought about it and swallowed it back to his mouth. But now she has understood a little. It turned out that Anguo Temple wanted to host this Dharma Conference, but it had a headache because of lack of funds and manpower, so the monks of the whole temple were summoned to meet here to find a way.
The Dharma Hall, which had just been quieted by the words of Master Kongsi and the entry of Master Kongzhi, became lively again.
"Oh, my God! Monk of the Deacon Hall!" Even Qingchen exclaimed in a low voice. The fat face was full of surprises.
It can be imagined that the deacon's monk is definitely a hot position in the eyes of all monks. Master Kongzhi threw such a large piece of bait. It seems that how to do a good job in this Dharma conference is indeed a big problem.
"It's better to join forces with other monasteries and ask them for help." Someone made a plan.
"Even if it is done, I'm afraid they will take away the credit and say that we have to rely on others." The proposal was immediately rejected.
"Spite some money and ask someone to help entertain. There are a large number of people in the conference. I'm afraid that hundreds of people are needed just to prepare for the meal. There are only a hundred people in my temple, how can there be so many people..."
"I heard that every time the Dharma conference, the court will also send people to come. Why don't you ask the officials for help..."
They came up with ideas one by one, but after seeing Master Kongzhi looking at Master Kongsi and several people beside him, he slowly shook his head.
Obviously, these are not good ideas.
Even if these methods are used to successfully hold a Dharma conference, it will not show the ability of the monks of Anguo Temple. On the contrary, it will drag down the reputation of Anguo Temple for a hundred years.
Moreover, these methods have been discussed between Master Kongzhi and several supervisors of Anguo Temple, such as Kongsi and Kong Zen Master. At this moment, there is nothing new to what is put forward by the people in front of us. Master Kongzhi, the abbot, can't help but feel a little disappointed.
In fact, it's no wonder the monks.
The oldest of the monks summoned to the Dharma Hall this time is about thirty years old, and the youngest is only fourteen or fifteen years old. Even if some of them have participated in the Dharma Conference in the past, most of them are just listening to scriptures and practicing on the periphery, and have no practical experience of participating, let alone proposing such a difficult thing as planning.
Master Kongzhi originally held the hope that there was no one in the world, hoping that there would be an outstanding person among these monks who raised different opinions, but I'm afraid he will be disappointed at this moment.
Most of these monks are mediocre people. It is difficult to make great achievements in the practice of Buddhism. The talents of the young generation of Anguo Temple have withered. I'm afraid it's difficult to get out of the many temples in Daqi in the future!