Lingshan, located on the bank of Taihu Lake, has been a land of plenty since ancient times. Because its shape resembles a horse, it is also called Mashan.

There is a temple on the mountain: Xiaolingshan Temple.

It is also world-famous for the "Lingshan Giant Buddha", the largest standing Buddha in the country.

The morning bell rang and morning classes were over.

However, the disciples of Lingshan Temple did not disperse as usual.

The presiding abbot, Mingxu, stood above the main hall of the Brahma Palace and said to the monks below:

“Today the World Buddhist Conference is held in our temple, everyone must do a good job in hosting it.

Check again to see if there are any omissions. This time it is not only a problem for our temple, but also for the face of the country. In preparation for this grand event, the Palace Museum specially brought out the Bayu Sutra and Sakyamuni relics to be displayed in the Brahma Palace."

After saying that, he looked at his junior brother Mingxing next to him.

Ming Xing Nai Shi Li said:

"Senior brother, we have been preparing for it for more than a month. Everything has been arranged. I think there will be no mistakes. I just need to ask senior brother to come forward and invite someone to come."

Mingxu was stunned, frowned and said, "Who are you inviting?"

"Yuanhui." Mingxing replied.

Then he added: "There are many foreign friends in this conference, so it is necessary to be good at foreign languages ​​and people who are proficient in Buddhist classics. Junior Brother Yuan Hui, who is proficient in five languages, is the perfect candidate for this translation."

It's just that although Junior Brother Yuanhui practices in this temple, he is not from this temple. So, Senior Brother, you see..."

Mingxu looked at it and waved his hands and said: "I understand, Yuan Hui, I will explain it myself."

After that, let everyone disperse.

All the disciples clasped their hands and said, "Namo Amitabha."

Mingxu also walked out of the hall after everyone left, and walked slowly towards the back mountain.

I can't help but remember the scene ten years ago. It was the winter of about 10 years ago. A pair of parents over fifty years old brought a boy who looked a little dull to Lingshan Temple and asked to see the master Mingxu at that time. Master Rang

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Yuan Hui was still called Wu Zhe at that time.

Speaking of Wu Zhe, he was also a legend in Xicheng, where Lingshan is located. His academic performance was really good. He skipped school since he was a child and passed directly to the Junior Class of the University of Science and Technology of China in his 15th and second year of high school.

But after entering the youth class, I met the young elites who were also selected from across the country, and gradually fell into mediocrity among the geniuses. I was young and didn't know how to adjust, and gradually I became dull and unconfident.

After graduating from the junior class, he went abroad to study at MIT, but was dismissed due to a dispute with his instructor.

After returning to China, he repeatedly hit the wall because he didn't know how to adapt to society. He eventually suffered from depression. After his parents searched for medical treatment to no avail, they finally came to the Lingshan Temple near home to seek guidance from the guru.

At that time, Mingxu's master allowed Wu Zhe to live in the temple and used Buddhist teachings to enlighten Wu Zhe from time to time.

Slowly, Wu Zhe's symptoms improved and he became interested in Buddhism.

After all, he was born as a top scholar and actually got a doctorate in Buddhism.

After joining the Buddhist Association, he often appeared in Buddhist exchange activities.

The former elder presided over the blissful afterlife, and Wu Zhe rushed back to the temple to see him one last time.

Before his death, the old abbot accepted Wu Zhe as his registered disciple and gave him the title of "Yuan Hui."

In the past two years, I have been living in seclusion in the back mountains and studying Buddhist scriptures.

Mingxu thought about the past, and when he raised his head, he was in front of a bungalow in the back mountain. The door was full of grass, and when he entered a garden, there were two tall ginkgo trees with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Mingxu entered the courtyard and shouted into the room, "Junior brother is here."

I only heard a clear voice in the room: "Senior brother, I'm here, just come in."

Mingxu smiled and pushed open the Ming-style screen and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a handsome man wearing moon-white monk robes was seen sitting on a leisure chair reading a book. It was his junior brother Yuan Hui.

Yuan Hui stood up, put down the "Surangama Sutra" in her hand and smiled at Mingxu who came in: "Today is a big day for the Buddhist conference. How come Senior Brother has time to come here?"

Mingxu did not mince words and said: "I am here just for the conference. Now I am short of a translator. I would like to ask my junior brother to help me to be the translator at the main venue of the Brahma Palace."

Yuan Hui put his hands together and nodded: "Senior brother will definitely do a good job if you tell me." Mingxu saw that Yuan Hui agreed and hurriedly went to the front to deal with it, so he left in a hurry.

Yuan Hui looked at the sky, straightened her clothes, and walked slowly towards the Brahma Palace in front with a smile on her face.

Along the way, little novice monks shouted: "Hello, uncle." Yuan Hui also smiled and agreed all the way.

As soon as they arrived in front of the Brahma Palace, they saw a group of burly men hurried out and got into a car parked at the door, with the words "Armed Escort" written on it.

Looking at the car driving out of the temple gate, Yuan Hui looked surprised. She asked the little novice monk beside her, "What is this for? Why are you using armed escort?"

The little novice monk next to him replied: "Uncle, you don't know, right? We have sent two national treasures here, one is the Bay-leaf Sutra and the other is the relic of Sakyamuni. They have just been sent to the Brahma Palace.

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Yuan Hui touched her nose and said with a smile: "I really don't know, haha, that's a valuable treasure. I haven't seen the real thing, I've only heard about it. I'll go in and take a look first."

After saying that, he entered the Brahma Palace. To be honest, these two things are no less than sacred objects to this Buddhist practitioner. Usually it is rare to see one, let alone two together.

Passing through the corridor carved from nanmu, we entered the main hall of the Brahma Palace and came to the center of the Vairocana Buddha.

There is a circle of crystal booths arranged there. The two booths in the middle are slightly higher than the other booths. They are the two precious treasures, the Bay Leaf Sutra and the Buddha's relics. Under the light, they look simple and vicissitudes of life.

Yuan Hui moved forward and looked at the Buddha's relic first. It was a columnar crystal that looked like a knuckle. The surface was slightly glowing with white light, exuding a mysterious smell.

Turn to the "Baye Sutra" on the booth next to it. Bay leaves are also called Bedo leaves and Bedo leaves. "Bedo" is the transliteration of the Sanskrit word pattra (i.e. leaf, instrument). In modern terms, it is a palm leaf that can be written on.

The Bayeux Sutra is an early Hindu scripture written in Pali.

"This is probably the same batch as the one in Xi'an Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Why is it in the Forbidden City?" Yuan Hui murmured.

Because he specializes in Buddhism, Yuan Hui has learned Pali, which is ancient Sanskrit.

Looking down from leaf to leaf, there are little Buddhist stories, some of which I know and some of which I have never heard.

When she reached the last leaf, Yuan Hui said softly "Hey".

This is indeed the content above that stumped him. He couldn't translate it. He could read it, but he didn't know what it meant when it was put together.

What is this?

"Canon Massey Tower..."

As I read it, although I didn't know what it meant, because Yuan Hui had always studied Buddhism, he had already turned around after a while.

"This is a Buddhist mantra," Yuan Hui murmured.

Just like the nine-character Taoist mantra, you can read it but when you put it together, you know what it means.

Here Yuan Hui is reading the Buddhist mantra, over and over again, not sure whether there is a problem with any syllable or because the reading time is enough.

The Buddha relic next to the booth glowed with a dim green light.

The monk working nearby shouted "Ah" in shock and immediately wanted to gather around to see what was strange.

The green light suddenly turned red, and the surrounding temperature began to rise rapidly.

With a "boom", all the wooden furniture was on fire.

At this time, the monks could only run out of the door one by one. They shouted loudly, "There's a fire, hurry up and put out the fire."

Yuan Hui was stunned at this moment, staring straight at the relic.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but that he was frozen. He was chanting Buddhist mantras involuntarily.

The temperature was getting higher and higher, and the hanging Vairocana Buddha was pressed down. With a bang, Yuan Hui's head could only respond with one word: "Fuck me."

Zhan Tai and Yuan Hui were crushed under the Buddha statue.

Blood flowed everywhere along the statue, and a lot of it flowed onto the relic. The red light on the relic was even more intense, even darker than the blood.

In the raging fire, even the air was burning, and the deep red gradually turned into purple. When it turned completely purple, all the light suddenly shrank back, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Hui's body also disappeared altogether, as if it had never appeared.
Chapter completed!