"Hey, are you ready? I have something to do and I have to go out. Let me know if I can rent it or not."
After Fang Lin finished the exercise, the middle-aged landlord outside the door couldn't wait and shouted.
Fang Lin turned around and walked out, shook his head and smiled: "I'm sorry, brother, I feel that this house is a bit small. It doesn't have a kitchen and a bathroom, so it's not suitable for me."
The middle-aged landlord said angrily: "If you want a kitchen and bathroom, you should find an apartment to live in. You won't be able to find a suitable one here."
Fang Lin smiled apologetically and handed another cigarette to the middle-aged landlord.
The two walked out of the yard, and Fang Lin said to Shen Ke and the others: "I looked at the house here and it's not suitable. Let's go look elsewhere."
"Hey, it's inexplicable."
The middle-aged landlord couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw several people leaving.
After walking far away, Song Xiaoqi asked: "Brother, did you see anything?"
"It's hard to say yet."
Fang Lin shook his head and said: "If you see the monk again who told your parents that they were in trouble and did things to avoid disasters, can you recognize him?"
Song Xiaoqi said fiercely: "I can definitely recognize it.
Even if he turns into ashes, I can still recognize him! And that great monk is also very famous in Jiming Temple. He is one of the four leaders of Jiming Temple and the head of the west hall who assists the abbot - Monk Guangzhi."
"The first seat in the west hall, Monk Guangzhi?"
Fang Lin raised his eyebrows, took a note, and said, "Okay, I understand.
Well, you and your brother go home first, and I'll go to Jiming Temple to help you find out what's going on.
If things progress, I will go to your house to find you."
Song Xiaoqi asked: "Can't I go with you?"
Fang Lin shook his head and said, "If your parents' death really had something to do with them, if you two went there, it would be easier to scare the snake away."
Song Xiaoqi nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
Before parting, Song Xiaoqi said with a hint of hope: "Brother, you must help me!"
Fang Lin chuckled, nodded to her, and said, "Don't worry, I will help you."
In a short period of time, Song Xiaoqi had unknowingly gained trust in Fang Lin and developed a kind of dependence.
Seeing Fang Lin nodding solemnly in response, he laughed happily.
Shen Ke led the way to Jiming Temple. When Fang Lin saw Huang Changmao and Hong Zhaomao still following behind him, he couldn't help but asked: "You two are here for fun, why are you still following us?"
Huang Changmao was startled for a moment and snorted coldly: "Who is following you? We originally planned to go to Jiming Temple."
Fang Lin shook his head and didn't bother to say anything more, so he continued to Jiming Temple.
Jiming Temple was not far away. After a while, Fang Lin and others saw the temple standing on a low mountain.
There are still curls of green smoke rising slowly over the temple.
The Jiming Temple in Sishui City and the Jiming Temple in Jinling have the same name, but the insides are different.
The Jiming Temple in Jinling is a nunnery, but the Jiming Temple in Surabaya City is full of great monks.
A long and narrow stone staircase, with nearly a hundred steps, spreads from the foot of the mountain to the gate of the temple on the top of the mountain.
On the stone steps, pilgrims and tourists were constantly coming and going. The four of them, Fang Lin, were among the tourists going up the mountain, and headed towards the temple in a leisurely manner.
When we arrived at the entrance of the temple, we first saw a ticket booth. It turned out that Jiming Temple was not open to the public for free. If you wanted to visit, you would have to pay a ticket fee of 20 yuan.
After buying the ticket and entering the temple gate, there is a place selling sesame oil for tourists to burn incense and pray.
Fang Lin and Shen Ke walked inside without paying attention.
Huang Changmao and Hong Zhaomao each bought three sticks of incense, and walked to the open-air incense burner, lighting them and plugging them in.
Jiming Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, and its architectural layout has historical origins.
After entering the mountain gate, there are bell and drum towers arranged east and west, with the bell tower in the east and the drum tower in the west. The monks first ring the bells in the morning and respond with the drums; in the evening, they beat the drums first and respond with the bells.
There is also the Tianwang Hall in the middle, which together with the Bell and Drum Towers forms the first courtyard of the temple.
Fang Lin and the others walked into the Heavenly King's Hall, and saw in the middle of the Heavenly King's Hall the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha with bare chest and belly. Behind Maitreya Buddha on the back of the big screen was Wei Tuo Bodhisattva. He usually wore armor and held a demon-conquering pestle.
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There are four heavenly kings guarding the Maitreya Buddha on both sides: the king of holding the country in the east, the king of growth in the south, the king of wide eyes in the west, and the king of hearing in the north.
After passing the Tianwang Hall, there is the Main Hall behind.
In temples, the main hall is usually the main hall, and sometimes it is also called the main hall.
The Main Hall is the core building of the entire temple and is also the place where monks gather to practice morning and evening.
In the Mahavira Hall, there are usually one, three, five or seven statues of Sakyamuni worshiped.
On both sides of the main hall, there are many statues of the Eighteen Arhats, the Twenty Heavens, or the Twelve Perfect Enlightenments.
However, most of them are statues of eighteen Arhats, with nine Arhats on each side.
The main hall of Jiming Temple houses three statues of Sakyamuni and eighteen Arhats.
At this time, on the steps directly in front of the main hall, a young monk shouted: "Master Guangzhi, the first in the west hall of my temple, has consecrated and prayed for blessings. Donors who want to be blessed by the Dharma, please buy a ticket and queue up here as soon as possible.
Shen Ke raised his eyebrows and said: "A temple is run like a profit-making place."
Fang Lin smiled and said: "It's a coincidence, Master Guangzhi happens to be doing the consecration?"
It's better to come early than to come by chance. Let's go and line up and have a look."
Shen Ke nodded and followed Fang Lin's footsteps.
The two of them came to the young monk at the foot of the main hall and bought a wooden sign for 100 yuan.
The young monk smiled and said: "Please wait a moment for the two donors. When the number of people is gathered, Master Guangzhi will come out to consecrate and pray for everyone."
Fang Lin asked with a smile: "How many people can we get together?"
The young monk said: "Master Guangzhi's Dharma is so profound that he can consecrate and pray for twenty people at a time. There are already thirteen people, and seven people waiting for him will be enough."
As he spoke, the young monk glanced at Shen Ke, with a lustful look in his eyes, and said: "If the donor is anxious, why not buy an account for the female donor as well, which will make it faster."
Fang Lin nodded and said, "Okay, that's what I have in mind."
After spending another 100 yuan to buy a phone number for Shen Ke, the young monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment for the two donors. It will be soon."
Not long after, Huang Changmao and Hong Zhaomao, who had finished loading the incense, also came here. There happened to be two numbers left, so they bought them.
At the right time, the young monk took out his mobile phone from the pants under his robe, opened WeChat, and sent a voice message: "Uncle, the happy donors have gathered twenty people."
After a while, the reply message was sent. The young monk looked down, put the phone back, gestured with his hands, and said to Fang Lin and the other twenty people: "Dear donors, please move over. Master Guangzhi is already at the front.
