Dishui Stone is a small temple near my hometown town. In the eyes of outsiders, this small temple may be as ordinary as other small temples, but in the eyes of people in our hometown, Dishui Temple is

It is such a legendary existence that even today, hundreds of years later, there is still a constant stream of people coming to burn incense and worship Buddha.

It should be said that a long time ago, this Dishui Temple was the same as other small temples in other places. But since a wandering monk came to this temple, the situation in the temple has completely changed. As for the legend

Where did the monk come from? Because it was so old, there is no way to find out. But the elders said that he should have come from the direction of Huangpi.

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By the way, when Dishui Temple was first established, this temple was not even a temple at all. Why do you say that? Because it was just composed of a few dilapidated houses, not even a Bodhisattva. The monks in the temple were also lazy.

It was scattered and did not chant sutras or chant Buddha at all. Kong named it "Dishui Temple".

One day when all the monks had eaten their fill and were sitting lazily basking in the sun in front of the temple, a monk came from afar. Although the sun was shining brightly at noon in winter, the temperature was still very low. However, everyone was surprised.

I saw this monk walking barefoot, wearing tattered monk robes, and walking towards the crowd with his mind open.

Those who were interested looked at his feet and saw that there was no trace of dust at his feet. After being amazed, he asked: "May I ask where the master came from? Where do you want to go?"

The monk replied: "I came from here, and I want to go here."

Everyone thought, this monk is stupid. When did you come from us? Why did you come to us again? But the Buddhists have always regarded themselves as compassionate, so they didn't chase him away, but they didn't pay much attention to him.

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In this way, under the gaze of everyone, the monk walked straight to the top of the hall and sat down. He did not get up from his seat. The monks in the temple also asked him if he wanted to eat and drink, but he didn't.

He just didn't move and didn't answer. Later, the monks got tired of asking questions, so they stopped asking. Until half a month later, an old monk in the temple couldn't bear it. When he wanted to go up and feed him saliva, he put the water to the tip of his nose and tried it.

Only to find that he had already died.

When the monk died, his face was as rosy as life and he was smiling. And for many days after his death, the whole temple did not smell a trace of stench. Therefore, some old monks speculated that this monk had already attained enlightenment. It happened that there was no smell in the temple.

He is a Bodhisattva or something, why not worship him as a Buddha from now on. You can also earn a reputation and make some incense money.

Sure enough, since worshiping this "fake Buddha", the incense in the temple has become much better than before, and the monks inside have also made a lot of money. This is thanks to other people's blessings, and you can't make a fortune.

Forgetting the origin, think again that this monk is still in the flesh. If he "transformed" that day, wouldn't everyone have no place to make a fortune?

So the monk in the temple thought of another trick, and simply asked someone to turn him into a bronze Buddha. In this way, he would receive incense, and everyone would not have to worry about his physical body melting away.

This group of monks are also the masters of the class, so they made up their mind and invited a group of craftsmen to come over that day. They were going to burn copper juice and prepare to pour it into the bronze Buddha. The copper juice was burned quickly, but at the same time, the problem also emerged.

It was coming. Every time the craftsmen poured the copper juice into the mold mouth, it was normal. But as soon as the mold was opened, the bronze statue changed. It either looked miserable when it poured out, or it was missing arms and legs.

The monks were very depressed. Perhaps the group of craftsmen they hired were not good enough, so the monks changed to another group of craftsmen, but the result was still the same. Everything was normal when the copper liquid was burned and watered, but as soon as the mold was opened, the Buddha statue inside

It will deform.

After a few tiring sessions, an old man who was the leader of this group of craftsmen got angry and said, "You gang of thieves and bald men, are you trying to play tricks on us?"

The monks quickly replied: "I dare not have such intention."

"Then what did you do that went against your will? Otherwise, why did the Buddha statue knock him down several times?"

The monks still quibbled: "What did the donor say? I'll wait..."

Before the monks could finish speaking, the old man interrupted them and ordered his men to rush into the temple to search. Sure enough, in a short time, countless gold and silver were found under each monk's bed and between his pillows.

"He also said that you didn't do anything against your will. If you really didn't do anything against your will, where did all this gold and silver come from?"

"Giving alms from donors."

"Hmph, you are all monks, but you are also guilty of the same greed as us lay people. You are not sincere to the Buddha."

The monks were still trying to quibble, but the old man had already picked up the gold and silver, poured them all into the mold, and then ordered everyone to pour copper liquid into it immediately. After pouring the copper liquid, cool it, and open the mold.

This time, the Buddha statue no longer showed strange phenomena. In the middle of the belly button of the smiling Buddha statue, there was a gold hairpin that the old man had just poured into it.

When everyone saw this, they were all stunned. It seemed that the Buddha was really spiritual. From then on, the monks in the temple restrained themselves and started chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha diligently every day. Later, more and more pilgrims came to worship.

The more we visit, the more famous the Dripping Stone becomes in our area.

Everyone who has been here says that the Buddha has a spirit here and answers all requests.
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