Chapter 155 Who should I tell my heart to?

Author: Chop wood and carry water

Chapter 155 Who should I tell my heart to?

(Hey, it is estimated that many people will spend this year at home, so I will make an exception and continue to write the word "Ha", as a way to add something to everyone's New Year. It happens to be about worshiping Buddha, and I thought it might be suitable for the New Year. Nonsense

I won’t talk anymore, just take a look if you like it)

The legend seems a little unreliable, but then I think about it, the world is so big and there are so many sufferings in the world. Even if the Bodhisattva has great abilities, he can't do it. Moreover, even if the Bodhisattva wants to appear, he can help someone.

If so, then he also has mental power, so he definitely couldn't have done it himself, he had to borrow the help of others.

When she thought about it, she immediately felt relieved. The good people and good deeds around her were all manifestations of the Bodhisattva. She even felt like she was possessed by the Bodhisattva. She only wanted to find good things for the Bodhisattva in the world.

The urge to do it.

After Yan Tingting figured this out, she immediately turned around to look at the pilgrims. She saw them walking in a hurry, kneeling down and kowtowing to the Bodhisattva, offering incense and paying tribute. She couldn't help but feel a little sad and sad in her heart: What? I'm the only one who can do this.

Do you feel possessed by a Bodhisattva? Don’t any of you have the same feeling as me? Does it work to pray to the Bodhisattva by kowtowing like this? Just kowtow to make offerings to the Bodhisattva. Do you know what the Bodhisattva thinks?

He is a great merciful and omnipotent Bodhisattva. How could he take a fancy to the offerings of three melons and two dates from you? Isn’t that worldly?

She thought in her heart that if the Bodhisattva was really what those pilgrims thought, then she really didn't want to talk to him, not even to be a friend. After all, there were no people in the world who didn't believe in the Bodhisattva.

If there are too many, wouldn’t everyone live well?

Besides, she only had such a small goal, just like in the cartoon, she just wanted to pinch this smelly monkey and rub it to death. She actually felt that such a small thing was not a big deal even without the help of Bodhisattva.

It’s just that with the blessing of Bodhisattva, it might feel better. Hum, I feel so happy just thinking about it...

Her shady and sinister intentions were like a little girl going on a blind date. She was excited and shy, longing and anxious at the same time. She didn't want to tell her dark little secret to someone who didn't even recognize her.

Stranger I know, listen. Bodhisattva? Who do I know you are? Do you want to hear the words of my confidant? Why should I tell you? Are we familiar?

If you want to hear what I'm saying, huh, then you have to tell me first who you are? What kind of person are you? Do our three views match? This is the top secret in my heart. Even my parents

If you don't want to say anything, how can you tell it to a strange Bodhisattva so rashly? What if something goes wrong? It's already annoying enough to have a monkey who doesn't care about Four Six.

She didn't want to find the same guy to trouble her again.

She looked around with her thoughts in mind, and felt that in this place where there were crowds of people, cigarette smoke, and strong Buddhist aura, everything seemed to be gone except for the good people possessed by the Bodhisattva and the good deeds done by the Bodhisattva's stand-in. With her current situation

She didn't believe in the desire to do good things for the Bodhisattva: If you can't tell the difference between good and bad people, and you can't find good people, then can you still not see a good thing?!

She wandered around the hall carelessly, paying attention to whether there were good people or good deeds around her, and thinking about what good things she could do. For a moment, she found nothing, which made her feel a little disappointed.

Looking at the Maitreya Bodhisattva who was smiling at her, a trace of bitterness arose in her heart: Why are you smiling at me? Look at your playful smiling face, how can you be as virtuous as a stinky monkey? Are you laughing at me? You don't want to

I won’t blame you if you help me. I know that the crown prince just has to wait for his succession. It’s fun if you don’t help, but you shouldn’t laugh at me, right? Look, what did I say?

Is that wrong? You just sit there and laugh and watch other people’s jokes! I understand that your seat is very important to you. Don’t worry, I won’t cause you any trouble. I know that your current seat is very awkward and you can’t decide anything.

No, you don’t dare to decide. I know it’s difficult for you to do. Forget it, I won’t bother you anymore.

She glanced at Maitreya Buddha again, shook her head helplessly, even as she said hello, and then turned her attention to the four fierce doormen. Yan Tingting is a face-controller, and when she saw those guys blowing their beards and staring, she felt

She felt uncomfortable. She didn't look like a good person, and she had no intention of talking to them at all.

She didn't want to have anything to do with those vulgar guys. She didn't even want to get involved, let alone talk to them. She only regarded them as statues and told Zhang Haiyan the gossip she knew about them to show off.

Her knowledge is nothing more than that.

Zhang Haiyan's temperament is even lighter. She is here to play with her, so naturally she will follow her.

Yan Tingting looked around the hall aimlessly to see if she could find any strange phenomena to confirm the existence of Buddha's light and that the Bodhisattva was a good person.

Her eyes swept over the statues one by one, and she suddenly grinned as if she had discovered a new world: Haiyan, come here and see how funny these four heavenly kings are.

He looks like one, but he is holding a pipa in his hand to show off his artistic style. It is said that the pipa can knock people out when played. Doesn't this prove the existence of that string?

Zhang Haiyan is much more sensible than her. This has something to do with her state of mind. Now that she is clear at the spiritual stage, she doesn't want to fall into it and fall into someone's trap easily, losing her soul inexplicably.

Therefore, Zhang Haiyan only glanced at her casually and understood that Yan Tingting was possessed by a demon, had an illness, and couldn't figure out who she was, so she said disdainfully: Are you going to go to heaven? She has watched too many cartoons, right?

?Can you still distinguish what is reality and what is myth? So many people can't persuade you. You are really trying to talk to a cow. Be careful not to get confused.

Yan Tingting was thinking about being deceived by some beautiful fairy tale! She was so excited that she searched for that string all over the world. Wasn't she just crying and shouting to find someone to deceive her? What does it mean to deceive oneself and others and bring humiliation to oneself? She couldn't wait to do so.

You can even shout: Come on, lie to me! I can’t wait any longer!

Now being reminded by Zhang Haiyan, she immediately pouted with dissatisfaction and complained: Why are you like Cao Yu, you don't understand what romance is at all!

Zhang Haiyan quickly hugged Yan Tingting and said with a smile: Good sister, how can I be like him! If you want to say that playing the piano can make the snake on his body dance, then I must agree. There is no saying that. But what if you are talking nonsense?

Playing the piano can stun people, so I have to stop you anyway, right? Am I not responsible for you? I can't let you be stupid and watch you jump into the fire pit! Don't you think so?

Yan Tingting immediately grasped the key point she wanted and said excitedly: Haiyan, you are right. In the fairy tale world where pie is everywhere, there is this skill. Have you seen the flute and snake dance? How can I do this?

Have you forgotten about it?

Zhang Haiyan nodded quickly and said: That's right, this music and dance are inherently magical. They can spread any emotion, whether happiness or sadness, across species without the help of words or language.

Yan Tingting immediately asked happily: Look, do you agree with what I said? Then tell me, is there telepathy in this world? Can there be some kind of communication between people?

Ways to sense each other?

Zhang Haiyan looked at her face beaming with excitement and dancing with joy, and quickly agreed: Yes, I can, I must!

After that, he sighed again and said: Hey, what are you going to do? Do you have to tie my brother to the waistband of your pants? It’s not like you don’t know that he is not who you think he is at all.

, you will be seeking death if you continue like this! Hey, don’t say I didn’t remind you, don’t overdo anything. I don’t know if there are any strings, but I still understand the principle that things will reverse when they reach their extreme.

Of course Yan Tingting knew her good intentions, but the authorities were obsessed with her. Cao Yu's unstable temperament made her feel insecure. Now she was only thinking about seeing through his mind. It would be better if she could control him. This

This is her only obsession, who can stop her?!

Yan Tingting herself knew that this was a bit overestimating her capabilities, but was there any other way? She couldn't help but smile to herself, and in turn worried about Zhang Haiyan, lamenting: Hey, I'm done, I fell in and can't get out. But like you,

Being too rational and sober may not be a good thing. You have to be careful. If you are always refusing to bite the hook, be careful not to let other bastards bite the hook!

Zhang Haiyan immediately smiled and said: What? Please explain this clearly to me. What do you mean by other bastards? I kindly remind you that I treat you so well, but you actually cursed me in front of the Bodhisattva? Say it again.

, what am I?!

Yan Tingting quickly shook her head, smiled and waved her hands in defense: No, no, I mean we are all mermaids, so we will not be fooled by Jiang Taigong like them! Let them not be able to catch anything in their lives, and they will be alone all their lives, and we will be locked up.

What's going on! Am I right? Little sister?!

The two of them laughed and followed the pilgrims all the way to the back of the temple. Just as they were about to step out of the back door, Yan Tingting suddenly had an idea. As if she remembered something, she quickly turned her head and glanced at the Bodhisattva behind her.

The Bodhisattva was sitting on the lotus platform, with his hands clasped flat on his chest, and a stick across his hand. He immediately beamed and jumped excitedly and said: Hey, Haiyan, come and see, it’s unbelievable, Haiyan, come and see.

Ah, indeed it is holding this stick across its shoulders.

Zhang Haiyan couldn't figure out the situation and asked: What's wrong with you today? Are you really in a daze? Why are you so crazy because you were startled? What did you see when you were so excited? This Bodhisattva has sent you a message.

?I don’t understand why you are so happy?

Yan Tingting's expression of joy was eloquent and she said: The Bodhisattva behind this door is called Wei Tuo, and his sitting posture is called cross-legged posture, that is, he first stands, then crosses his feet, and then sits directly cross-legged. The gestures he uses to hold the stick are also very particular.

, it turned out that I really hadn’t noticed it, and I was just thinking about coming here to see it with my own eyes one day. Look, it’s really true.

At this time, a pilgrim next to them rolled his eyes at them and said: What's behind the door? Isn't he facing the Buddha in the hall opposite? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand.

The two women were in high spirits, and somehow they didn't mind being punished. They looked at each other, smiled, stuck out their tongues, and Zhang Haiyan lowered her voice and said quietly: "Isn't it just that the stick in the Bodhisattva's hand is exquisite? It won't be a problem."

You are so excited!

Yan Tingting's face lit up and she said: "You don't know, his gesture solved a knot in my heart, which is very important to me."

Zhang Haiyan asked strangely: Is he greeting you specifically? Does it mean that you are destined to have a chat with him? Don't be so excited, speak softer, and continue, what do you mean?

Yan Tingting still couldn't suppress the joy in her heart and whispered: I heard them say that the Skanda Bodhisattva enshrined in the Heavenly King's Hall generally has two postures, standing or sitting. Have you seen the stick in his hand?

That's called the Demon-Conquering Pestle. If he's sitting there with his hands clasped together and holding the stick across his palms like this, it's called the Ten Directions Jungle, which means everyone can place orders here. If he stands there holding the Demon-Conquering Pestle vertically toward

Xiachudi, that is the Jungle of Descendants, which means that everyone is not allowed to place orders here.

Zhang Haiyan was puzzled and said: I don’t understand, what is the order? Is it that you don’t give cash for meals, but you pay on credit first?

Yan Tingting was so excited that she nodded quickly and said: The meaning is similar. The so-called hanging orders are those monks who travel around and hang their business cards in the roster on the wall, indicating that they want to stay in this temple. You know, these monks

It is not easy to go to the temple to worship. Serious monks have no money, so they make a living by alms along the way. Alms are for food, not money.

Zhang Haiyan said: I understand, those monks come all the way to worship, so they will inevitably encounter the problem of whether they want to rest or have food and accommodation at night, and if they stay in the temple, they probably won't get paid.

Yan Tingting said: You are right. The monks from outside must have wanted to stay and rest for a night after their hard journey, but the monks in the temple may not be willing to provide them with food. The ancients had a poor reputation, and everyone

They are all Buddhists. They don’t look at the monk’s face and look at the Buddha’s face. Those who want to stay are embarrassed to ask, and those who don’t want to stay can’t open their mouth to refuse.

Zhang Haiyan looked at the Bodhisattva and nodded and said: I understand. Both of us were embarrassed to open our mouths, so we thought of this way. The monk who came didn't have to ask. He went around the back of the hall and took a look and he understood. This is true.

It's quite innovative, and it's really convenient, saving everyone the embarrassment.

Yan Tingting said excitedly: That's right! That's what it means. Do you think this ancient man was very smart?!

Zhang Haiyan nodded and said: Well, it is indeed interesting. This is a good method like borrowing money. Anyone who owns a restaurant should be able to use it. Moreover, it is quite novel. Unlike Maitreya Buddha, who smells like money but can still smile so honestly.

Of course. But I still don’t understand. It’s a good thing that the monks have a place to eat, but does it have anything to do with you? Why are you making such a fool of yourself? Are you so excited to see how beautiful you are?

Yan Tingting blinked her eyes charmingly and said excitedly: Of course it has something to do with me! There are many stories here, please let me enjoy it for a while, and then I will explain it to you slowly.

This immediately aroused Zhang Haiyan's curiosity. He quickly grabbed her and tickled her and said: Tell her quickly! What's the point? I can't wait any longer. If you don't tell her right away, I'll tickle you to death!
Chapter completed!