Chapter 23 Famous Monk Provocation
Qingyin counted the income of Buddhist souvenirs, and the total income was more than 30,000 taels. In addition, there is more income from Foxiang. Because it was the king's personal incense and the engraved name, those royal nobles competed to imitate each other, and a prince alone donated 50,000 taels. In addition, 500,000 to 600,000 taels were donated by others.
Qingyin came out of the front hall, turned around the corridor, and walked to his room. As soon as I turned the corridor, I saw a flash in front of my eyes, as if two people flashed by.
At this time, the monks in the front hall were putting silver into the warehouse. There were a lot of people in the square of the hall in the backyard, and the monk's room was empty. Qingyin saw the two walking and dodging, and his intuition felt that there was something wrong. I can't help but light up and follow.
However, the two people stopped at the end of the corridor, and then a person came out of the distance, and the three gathered in a whisper. Qingyin saw a dark veil of cages exposed from afar, but his face and figure were covered by the two people who had just seen Qingyin.
Qingyin was about to pass, but she was pulled straight against the white wall of the corridor by a strong force behind her. This incident suddenly happened, and he was so shocked that he was about to shout, but the man seemed to be ready, holding her arm and wrist in one hand and covering her mouth in the other. I couldn't see this person's shape, but I felt that this person was quite tall, taller than a clear voice.
The voice was tightly blocked on his lips, and a pair of eyes almost covered the man's big hand. Half of the body is a cold wall, and half is the warm body of the person. There are two sharp contrasts between cold and warmth. In a moment, I remembered that I saw those situations in the novel TV that were killed for breaking the secrets. I was really terrified.
Suddenly, it was heard that someone seemed to be talking outside the corridor. Qingyin suddenly rushed out to the back. The man unexpectedly Qingyin suddenly struggled and suddenly broke away from her. The man reacted very quickly. The arm that clasped her wrist with his left hand loosened and immediately raised it up. He clamped her waist and clamped her arm tightly. With his right hand, he gently dialed the Qingyin, which had taken a step forward, and pressed it directly into his arms. The poor Qingyin said, "Save me..." Before half of it was spit out, it had been covered in the man's arms. Fang was on his back to this person. Now he threw himself directly into his arms, and the hard-like chest muscles hit the tip of the voiced nose, which made her so sour that she was about to cry.
He only listened to the short and low-pitched male voice in his ear, and then the voice only felt that he was clicked a few times on his back, and his body was frozen on the spot and he could no longer move. The warm body in front of him had left, and a deliberately low voice came out, "You leave as soon as possible."
On the other side, he hurriedly stopped at the corner, and the words such as "Yes...Yes" could be faintly heard. It seemed that they bowed together, and then retreated together.
Qingyin was standing at the end of the corridor, and I felt that my whole body was sore and numb. Not to mention the arms, legs and feet, it was even difficult to move the neck slightly. She tried her best to turn her eyes to the person beside her. She could only see the corner of the wall where she was standing and the autumn chrysanthemum with lush branches and leaves outside the corridor, but she couldn't even see the shadow of the man.
"I have to forgive you, and I hope you can forgive me." The voiceless voice only heard the man say this sentence in a low voice, and then pointed to his back.
Oh no! Killed by murder! Qingyin shouted in his heart, and the soreness on his back flowed to the bones of his limbs, and his legs could not stand. He almost fell to the ground softly. In a hurry, he held the wall with one hand, but his head couldn't help turning to see who had killed him. However, the corridor is empty, and there is no half a person.
I suddenly fled, and I don't know whether the voice is happy or sad. Hearing the rapid footsteps in my ear, Qingyin was afraid that the group of people would go and return again. He saw Fa Ming's surprised face and looked at himself, "Brother Qingyin, why are you here?"
Qingyin smiled bitterly, and if he wanted to catch the thief, he was almost silenced! Think about it, I'm afraid the person who restrains you hasn't gone far. If you speak out, if that person comes again, he will really die.
Thinking of this, a smile squeezed out of the blue and white face and reluctantly smiled, "It's okay. I didn't walk well. I tripped. By the way, why did you get here when you were not with the host?
Fa Ming patted his bald head fiercely, "That's right, I came out to find you."
The voice was stunned, and he stretched out his hand and pointed back to his nose, "Look for me?"
"Yes, yes. The host said that you should quickly bring the talisman to the Dharma Conference. There is a ceremony that needs the talisman. Fa Ming nodded and pulled up the sleeve of the Qingyin robe. "Hurry up, hurry up. The host is in a hurry." He complained, "I just looked for you for a long time, but you are here."
As soon as the voice touched the waist, the heart was settled. Just now, the man controlled her waist. Maybe she was an unknown monk and didn't pay much attention. The charm was still well placed in the waist pocket.
There are many people in the Dharma Conference, and Qingyin dare not be left alone again. He quickly followed Dharma Ming to the entrance of the Dharma Conference.
I have been watching the little monk selling Buddhist supplies at the mountain gate. At this moment, it is the first time to enter the Dharma Conference. The entrance was guarded by the king's Hu Ben Guard. When he saw two young monks coming, he showed off the golden gun. In an instant, the cold air went straight in front of Qingyin and Fa Ming.
Fa Ming took out a wooden card in his arms and shook the two people. Today, the king came, inside and outside the temple, the monks and people used their identity brands as the basis for entering the venue to prevent people from sneaking in. The two guards who stopped at the entrance shook their guns, raised their heads, and hummed their noses, indicating that Fa Ming would go in. Qingyin also quickly took out his own famous brand. The two of them came forward to check it, and then put the Qingyin in.
After entering, I saw layers of nurses guarding the intersections of the apse. In the middle of the apse, there were futons everywhere, with bald heads sitting cross-legged in cyan monk clothes, and the corridors on both sides were the seats of princes and nobles. In the middle of the Dharma platform, what was protected by the guards was the first ancient emperor she saw in ancient times - His Royal Highness King Wucheng, whom she saw at the mountain gate.
Master Kongzhi was dressed in a yellow jacket, decorated with Buddha jewelry, and a mysterious smile on his face was surrounded by several old monks who were also dressed in brilliant coats behind him in front of the Dharma platform. Seeing Qingyin looking at the distance at the entrance, he immediately waved his hand implicitly.
"Quick, the host is calling you." Fa Ming pushed the voice and waved his hand as he jumped, afraid that others would not know he was here.
Qingyin really wants to kick out Fa Ming, who loves to show off **. If people want to go there calmly, why do you shake your hand!
Several old monks around Master Kongzhi have looked over, and some monks with their backs facing the entrance in the field have turned around. Qingyin quickly lowered his head and pretended to walk over quickly while proclaiming the Buddha's name.
When I walked over, I saw that there was a stone platform in front of Master Kongzhi. There was a jade basin on the platform. The jade basin was carved into the shape of a lotus flower, and the lotus petals were spread outward, and there was clear water in the basin. Around Master Kongzhi, there was an old monk who was half a head shorter than Master Kongzhi. A round and fat nose was particularly eye-catching. He smiled and looked like a Buddha in the world. His hands were half raised, and he stood next to the lotus pot with a reduced version of the golden tin stick about a foot in his palm. Several old monks, who were also Jinlan in their backs, held yellow paper, and some held white towels in their hands. When they saw Qingyin, they stared at Qingyin with hot eyes - the letter in their hands.
Qingyin looked at the eyes of several old monks and suddenly had a feeling of being divided by human flesh. I don't know what kind of ceremony it is to make the leader's letter so grand.
The old monk handed over the tin stick in his hand to Master Kongzhi, faced Qingyin, bowed down, and then half bowed his body. He respectfully took over the headman's letter that pinched Qingyin in his hand with great devoutness, raised his forehead high, and then held it in an extremely pious posture on his chest. The old monk holding the tin stick was facing the tin stick. Lightly touch the lotus pot, then dip it in a little water, sprinkle it on the leader's letter charm and Master Kongzhi, and then count the bullet points to the monks in the field. At the same time, the monks of Anguo Temple on the field recited the Buddha's name together, shaking the temple.
Qingyin stared at the headman's letter, who was still stuck to a little mud under the wooden basin, so he couldn't speak - dizzy! If I had known that the leader's letter was so noble and grand, I would never have hidden it under the wooden basin with the mud. The voice whispered and stuck out its tongue.
Several old monks held the handover ceremony of the scepter of the Buddhist Dharma Conference, and handed over the sceptre representing the host of the Dharma Conference to Master Kongzhi. Master Kongzhi put away the scepter with the letter representing the identity of the head.
After the ceremony of "Buddha's Light" was held, Master Kongzhi slowly looked at the position of the king, implying the Buddha's confirmation and support for the king's court, and then stood on the Dharma platform, knocked the bell on the stage, and solemnly announced, "The Dharma Conference has begun."
With this solemn announcement, the monks immediately looked upright and rubbed their palms to try. Qingyin immediately felt that the secretion of hormone on the kidneys was accelerating, and there was a kind of excitement like chicken blood rushing straight to the forehead:
Oh, oh, oh, the Dharma Conference has begun!
Oh, oh! The Dharma Conference has begun now!
Master Kongzhi came down from the stage. Next, several senior monks who won the temple to discuss the scriptures at the last conference came to the stage to explain the scriptures and accept the challenge.
A few days ago, the apse of Anguo Temple has been demarcated. Each temple has its own phalanx, and the invited monks, Yunyou hanging orders and other monks have their own arrays. Because she participated in the Anguo Temple queue as a Yunyou, she could only be in the back row of the phalanx. Qingyin looked at his position and saw several people, such as Fayun, Faming and Qingchen, sitting in the back row and winking at themselves.
On the middle stage, the Tao Jing Zen master, a senior monk of Huguo Temple sitting in the center, has coughed gently and began to make a speech.
Qingyin quietly sat down on her futon. A few days ago, she asked Fa Yun and others, knowing that this comparison of scriptures was the most outstanding one at the Dharma Conference. The Zen masters who won the previous years are all Buddha's exquisite words like Zen, and the monks who challenge or accept the challenge are also sharp, which is as wonderful as the modern international college student debate competition. Therefore, Qingyin sat cross-legged on the futon, holding her chin in one hand and clenching her fist in the other. She stared at the Tao Jing Zen master, who was said to be a lotus tongue, looking forward to the exquisite scriptures he said, and looking forward to someone who could go up to challenge Daojing and let her watch a game of dragons and tigers.
After the quiet Zen master coughed gently, his eyes were bright, and he turned around the monks on the field. His voice was loud and powerful and said slowly, "Bodhisattva has a method that can cut off all evil ways. What is it?"