Buddhas save all sentient beings with compassion, and Buddhas also punish evil when they are angry
The main hall of Hanshan Temple is five bays wide, four bays deep, and 12.5 meters high. It has a single eaves resting on the top of the mountain, flying rafts on the ridge, and stretches at the corners.
Song Wan walked around the bronze tripod with a stove in the center of the terrace, and saw that the front of the tripod was inscribed with "A Serious Scripture" and the back was inscribed with the words "Steel can be tempered a hundred times".
The plaque "Mahatma Hall" hangs high on the mast of the temple door, and the couplets written by layman Zhao Puchu hang on the pillars inside the hall: "For more than a thousand years, the Buddhist land has been solemn, Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou; a hundred and eighty-year-old people have been alerted, and the midnight tide of Jambu night
sound."
The tall Xumizuo is made of white marble, which is crystal clear and white. On the seat is a golden Buddha statue of Buddha Ying Muni, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a peaceful expression.
Enshrined against the walls on both sides are eighteen fine iron and gilded Arhat statues cast during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, which were moved here from Mount Wutai, a holy place in Buddhism.
Stepping into the hall, Song Wan saw an old monk sitting in the middle of the hall as if in trance. Other monks were sitting around him. The ground around him was filled with red candles. The warm candlelight seemed bright in the daytime hall.
Seems a bit redundant.
In addition to the Buddha and Arhats, there were also several portraits enshrined, and Song Wan recognized that the paper used for the paintings was all made of thousand-year-old water-sinked wood.
The water-sinked wood can better preserve the color of the paint and make the color of the paint more bright and attractive. The aura of the thousand-year-old water-sinked wood and the peaceful Buddhist atmosphere in the hall nourish these paintings, making the people in the paintings lifelike.
The old monk was wearing a gray-white monk's robe. He was sitting cross-legged and meditating. He had fair hair and a childlike face, long eyebrows and a slight beard. At a glance, people knew he was an enlightened monk. However, the monk's robe was a bit shabby and patched, and his face was peaceful.
The moment everyone stepped into the hall, a wax lamp in the corner jumped a few times and went out without warning. At this time, the old monk sitting in the center also slowly opened his eyes: "God's will
Ah, God's will is such, everyone should disperse."
There was some emotion and regret in the old monk's words. Song Wan didn't know why, but both Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong were well-informed people, so they naturally saw that the candles in the hall were life-extending lamps, and the monks were sitting in the right position.
Set up a formation to bully the sky.
Now the old monk asked everyone to disperse. If the merits were not perfect, they would have failed. Qing Shui looked around and saw a candle that had just been extinguished in the corner, and a wisp of light smoke curled up from the lamp.
"Master Shide" Qing Shui came forward but stopped talking.
The old monk in the center of the hall gently waved his hand and stood up: "I finally have a few donors."
The old monk, known as Shide, stared at Song Wan for a long time and sighed, "It is indeed a good-looking tree, but it has a bad fate."
The moment the old monk turned his head, Song Wan saw a flash of sadness in his eyes: "Master?"
"Did you see something, little friend?" Qingshui signaled Songwan not to ask any more questions, but before Songwan could react, she had already heard the old monk's answer.
"The master's divine fire is dim and he is dying. Although his energy seems to be good, he must have reached the point where he has run out of energy..." There was a hint of unbearable in Song Wan's eyes.
"Yes, the little benefactor saw it. I should have passed away a long time ago, but my fate in this world has not yet ended, so I specially lit these life-extending lamps and waited for this fate." The old monk said it very calmly, but it made people feel inexplicable.
sad.
Regarding Songwan's ability to see other people's divine fire, Qingshui's face didn't show much expression. He knew that the day Ouyang Jingsong said would come sooner or later. A Peng was deeply familiar with Qingshui's true biography, and his small face was so cold that it could peel off a layer of ice.
Only when facing Song Wan did he show rare tenderness.
"Master, why are you waiting for us?" Song Wan's delicate thoughts made her pay more attention to Shi Lu's words.
"Because..." Shi De raised his white and somewhat shameless left hand, shook it, pointed at everyone one by one, and finally settled on Song Wan, "I have a destiny with her."
Song Wan was a little at a loss. She had never met her before, so how could she be destined to be with her?
"Old monk, you are so disrespectful. At such an old age, do you still want to return to secular life?" Ouyang Jingsong's playful tone made people want to beat him.
"Presumptuous!" The monk at the door could not tolerate him being so presumptuous.
"What's wrong with my presumption? What can you do to me?" Ouyang Jingsong continued to provoke.
The monk at the door was still thinking, Shi De waved his hand, and the monk at the door calmed down and gave Ouyang Jingsong a fierce look.
"The benefactor is so blessed," Shide said with a smile.
Ouyang Jingsong always felt that he was like a stripped baby in front of this old monk, with nothing to hide. He didn't understand why such an enlightened monk stayed in the world, and how he could run out of divine fire and face the fate of extinction.
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"Does the little benefactor know the origin of Hanshan Temple?" Shi Tiao ignored the depressed Ouyang Jingsong and turned to Song Wan and asked.
"I would like to hear the master talk in detail," Song Wan clasped her hands in front of her chest and replied politely.
Shi De couldn't help but nodded, "Thousands of years ago, I accidentally released the great evil that my Buddha suppressed from the Buddha's realm. My Buddha punished me by letting me enter the mortal world and seal the great evil again. After I entered the mortal world, I met Hanshan Dao.
Friend, we cherished each other and traveled together, chasing the trail of the evil spirit all the way to Gusu City."
When Shide said this, he raised his head and glanced at the attentive crowd, and continued, "Here, we suffered the biggest blow in our lives, and we finally caught up with the big murderer. However, he was a wandering ascetic and had just been reincarnated for more than ten years.
How can I, who have not recovered, deal with such a great evil that can bear the consequences in the Buddha's Prison?" At this point, Shituan's expression turned bitter.
"In the end, the two of us tried our best to cultivate ourselves. I Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Finally, I sealed the great evil that was seriously injured in the Buddha's prison and has not recovered. My magic power is exhausted, but it's okay to say that I can just practice again.
.However, Hanshan Taoist foundation was broken up by a great evil, and from now on, he can only be a mortal monk."
Hearing this, Song Wan couldn't help but burst into tears, "Being a mortal? Wouldn't that mean you will grow old soon?"
Shi De glanced at Song Wan and lowered his eyebrows again, "Yes, when we met, he was already over a hundred years old. His principles were completely ruined. He grew old very quickly and did not even wait until the Hanshan Temple was built."
As he spoke, tears flashed in his old eyes.
"Just now, you said that the great evil was sealed, so where is the seal?" Song Wan was a little curious.
"Right here..." Shit's answer surprised everyone.
"Below this Hanshan Temple, I have an unfinished fate, and it is also because of it. Before I pass away, I have to kill it with my own hands." As he said this, a cold light suddenly appeared in Shi Tao's eyes.
"Isn't it forbidden for people in Buddhism to kill?" Song Wan was a little confused.
"Haha, Buddha, are all the four elements empty? If so, why do we have to save the world? Buddha saves all sentient beings with mercy, and Buddha also punishes evil with anger." Shi De's answer gave Song Wan a new understanding of the word Buddha.
"What should we do?" Song Wan always didn't understand the principle that curiosity killed the cat.
Qing Shui frowned slightly: "Master"
Shi De waved his hand, interrupting what Qing Shui wanted to say: "It's okay, others may not be able to do it, only you can."
Seeing Shi Duan's unwavering eyes, Qing Shui said nothing more.
"Little donor, I need your blood, can you give me some?" Shi De said without any surprise.
"This! What do you want to do!" Song Wan felt a little numb. Could it be that this old monk is simply a sanctimonious guy who drinks human blood?
Shi De seemed to have seen through Song Wan's thoughts and smiled gently, "Don't be afraid of the little donor. I know that the little donor is different, and his blood is naturally different. Although he is still young, he has begun to take shape, so only
The spell composed of your blood can temporarily suppress the evil, leaving us enough time to arrange it."
"Why do I feel like I'm like the legendary Tang Monk now? So useful?" Song Wan muttered.
"Yes, the little donor's blood and body are a great treasure, which cannot be matched by thousands of elixirs." What they found must have made both Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong frown.