The courtyard and the palace in front are all connected together, and even the architectural style is the same. The only thing is that it is closer to the inside. When you reach the corner, there is a sign: Tourists Stop.
If you don't see this sign and continue walking forward, someone will appear and stop you from continuing to go inside. This is where the real monks live, creating a quiet place in the bustling environment.
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Of course, in the morning and evening, they still have to do morning classes and evening classes, chanting scriptures and so on. The most important thing at ordinary times is to study scriptures, excerpts, etc.
As we all know, in the past, only poor people or desperate people would become monks. But now it is not easy to become a monk. The most important thing is your academic qualifications. Without a university degree, no one will become a monk.
Yes. Because today’s ordination is different from that in the past. The ordination of highly educated people is helpful for the research and promotion of Buddhism, and the threshold is very high.
What’s more, becoming a true monk means you enjoy very high benefits. Some master-level monks can earn as little as a BMW.
Of course, few people are willing to give up everything in the world and choose to become a monk, and those who become a monk for money will not be able to do so for long. Don’t think that you can disguise your true nature. In front of a real eminent monk, your true nature cannot be concealed.
Walking around the corner along the tree-lined avenue, a security guard came out and smiled at the mature saleswoman: "Sister Hong, didn't you agree not to bring outsiders with you? Especially men."
The security guard's smile had a hint of flattery, and it seemed that this mature saleswoman was doing very well here.
"Xiao Zhang, do you know what happened just now?" the mature saleswoman asked.
"Just now? More than one million yuan in sesame oil?" The security guard said, smacking his lips, "I wonder if I can get more bonuses this month."
"Here you go, this is the boss who paid more than one million yuan for sesame oil to the temple." The mature saleswoman glared at the security guard and said, "I will take her to see the nunnery master. Donor Yan said that he is ready to help us.
There is a golden Buddha built here. Do you think I can bring everyone here? This is a big deal!"
A golden Buddha?! Damn, this is really a big deal!
The security guard's eyes changed when he saw Yan Fenghuo, and he took the initiative to get out of the way. For a temple, having a golden Buddha statue is really a big deal. Not to mention that he didn't dare to block the way, I'm afraid everyone would have to respect him.
Respectfully.
When someone made such a golden Buddha out of thin air, Yan Fenghuo immediately calculated in his mind how tall and big the Buddha statue was. If it were the entire Maitreya Buddha with a height of more than ten meters and a big belly, it would be difficult enough.
"Just gold plating, haha." The mature saleswoman whispered to Yan Fenghuo.
As if she was afraid of frightening Yan Fenghuo, she told him that it was gold-plated, not entirely made of gold.
"It's not a problem that the whole body is made of gold. The key is..."
"Have you met the nun Yi Zhihua?" The mature saleswoman patted her towering breasts and said very boldly: "I'll let you meet her later!"
The two people walked around the corner, walked several dozen meters forward, passed through a small forest, and arrived in front of the main entrance of the courtyard.
This is a place that is absolutely difficult to find in the city. It stands with a mountain behind it and clouds rolling in the distance, not to mention connecting to the sky. The greenery here alone can make people feel lost in an instant.
The green here is pure green, emerald-like green, full of vitality, and even the breath of life is floating in the air. One smell seems to make you live for many more years. If I have to use one word to describe it, I'm afraid
It can only be described with two words: aura.
Spiritual energy everywhere is filled with the purest spiritual energy in heaven and earth, making people feel like they are in the secret realm of Taoyuan or a fairyland that should not be found on earth but only in heaven.
Yan Fenghuo was intoxicated. If possible, he would rather stay here for ten or eight years.
"Is the place nice?" the mature saleswoman asked.
"Very good, very good." Yan Fenghuo nodded vigorously.
"As long as you know I have this ability, let's go." The mature salesman knocked on the door with Yan Fenghuo with a proud look on her face.
The door is made of vermilion wood. It looks a little mottled after I don't know how many years have passed. However, the entire door is well preserved and has an extremely solid feel.
"Keng! Keng! Keng!"
After three small knocks on the door, the mature saleswoman took a step back and waited for the door to open.
After a while, the door creaked, and a young nun came out. Seeing Yan Fenghuo, she was stunned for a moment, and then blamed the mature saleswoman: "Sister Hong, why did you bring a man here? This is
Not allowed!"
Obviously, men are prohibited from entering here. Although the nunnery does not have so many taboos against men and women, this is their place of retreat. Let alone men, it is difficult for even women to enter.
"Little sister Huimiao, this is Donor Yan. He wants to reshape all the Buddha statues in our temple into gold!" The mature saleswoman looked extremely serious and continued: "I have just donated millions of incense to the temple.
Qian, I couldn’t find the master of the nunnery, so I brought him here. By the way, is your Master Jingxin okay with you? Haha.”
The little nun opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Yan Fenghuo in disbelief. Although she didn't know how much gold it would take to reshape the golden bodies of all the Buddha statues in the temple, she knew how many Buddha statues there were in the temple.
Only Yan Fenghuo doesn't feel anything, as long as it's not the entire golden body of Maitreya Buddha with a big belly, it can be gilded in any number, and he can cover any number of Buddha statues.
"Okay, okay...I, I, I'll report it to the master." The little nun was obviously frightened. She had never seen such a generous person.
"Hey, let us go in first. I promised to go to your uncle Jingxin to ask for a string of Buddhist beads for Donor Yan, so... it won't be impossible, right? Others can't, so why can't I?" said the mature saleswoman with a smile on her face.
Yes, it seems that this little nun is destined to be taken over.
"Yes! Being able to reshape the golden body of the Buddha statue is a great merit!" The little nun nodded vigorously and immediately let him go.
Maybe some people don't know how many Buddha statues there are in a temple, but all they need to know is one hundred and eight Arhats. There are one hundred and eight Arhats alone, plus various Bodhisattvas, those in the main hall, those in the side halls, etc.
Tall, short, fat, thin... What exactly is the concept of reshaping the golden body?
It may have been better in ancient times, using copper as gold, but now the golden body is made of real gold. In other words, gold must be used to mold the bodies of all the Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the entire temple. It is impossible to estimate how much it will take. Anyway, it is better than building a
The cost of building Maitreya Buddha is much higher.
But now Yan Fenghuo didn't care how much gold it would cost. He was already very anxious and anxious to see a flower in the nunnery.
Under the leadership of the mature salesman, Yan Fenghuo came to a clean room with a faint scent of sandalwood everywhere.
In the room, a nun wrapped in green clothes was kneeling on the mat, tapping the wooden fish in her hand.
Viewed from behind, the nun's shoulders are extremely thin, her head is shaved smoothly, and her blue scalp clearly shows the scars that will never be recovered after being permed.
Too thin, too thin...
Staring at the silent back of the ancient Buddha with the green lantern, Yan Fenghuo's nose suddenly became sour and he almost shed tears. He took a big breath, and then exhaled the turbid air in his lungs, rushing towards the back.
He made a slightly trembling voice: "Wife..."
The sound of the wooden fish disappeared, and the mature saleswoman extended her thumb to Yan Fenghuo, her eyes full of praise and encouragement.