As soon as the old monk opened his mouth, I felt bad. It seemed that he had been fooled again!
Alas, you are still too young!
But now that the words have been spoken, we cannot take them back. We can only ask the old monk what is going on?
After hearing this, the old monk was not polite and carefully took out a bronze oil lamp from the Buddha's feet and placed it in front of me.
And at this time, I noticed that the expression on the old monk's face suddenly became extremely serious. After changing his mood just now, it seemed that what he asked me to do was not simple!
My eyes then fell on this bronze oil lamp. I immediately saw that this oil lamp was unusual, because I actually felt an extremely special aura on this lamp. I had experienced this aura on the old lady.
Have felt it.
"I wonder if Mr. Zhang can light this oil lamp?" The old monk looked at me expectantly.
"Light up?"
I gave him a surprised look.
If it weren't for the serious look on the old monk's face, I would have thought the old man was kidding me, because there was no wick in the lamp.
Candles also need candles. How can an oil lamp be lit without a wick?
But at this moment, Tongshan suddenly came over, looked at the clear lamp in front of him with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "It is said that the master has an ancient lamp left over from the Taizong period of the Tang Dynasty. Could it be this
One?"
The old monk gently stroked his white beard and said, "Exactly! This lamp was held by Master Tripitaka when he went west."
Listening to the questions and answers between the two people, I suddenly became interested. I glanced at the old monk with some doubts. We didn’t know whether what he said was true or false, but I always felt that he was bragging!
The old monk seemed to be looking forward to it very much, and he quickly reached out to me and made a gesture of invitation.
"Master, are you looking for a wick for me?" I said speechlessly.
The old monk sighed softly, "The poor monk also wants to find a wick, light it and worship it in front of the altar every day. Unfortunately, this is not the Buddha's wish, and this lamp is not an ordinary lamp. Naturally, it does not need a wick.
of."
"But this lamp has no wick, how can it be lit?"
"You don't know this. Although this lamp has no wick, there are relics inside this lamp. This is the relic left by my Buddhist monk, who can sense the general trend of the world!" The young monk named Wukong suddenly said.
Relic? I looked at Qing Deng again and was immediately in awe.
The old monk pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and asked me, "Master Zhang, have you ever heard of lighting sky lanterns?"
I raised my eyebrows sharply, and then nodded slightly.
"Destined people have their souls determined by fate, and the yellow air can cover their heads. They can light a sky lantern. Unfortunately, it has been hundreds of years since this lantern was last lit. I don't know if I will still be able to see this green lantern in my lifetime.
Fireworks that never burn out! If you are lucky enough to see them, even if I fall into Avici Hell, it will be worth it!"
While he was talking, the old monk suddenly put his hands together and bowed deeply to me.
I also took a deep breath and stared heavily at the clear lamp in front of me, feeling a little regretful in my heart.
This is not lighting a lamp at all, it is clearly pushing me into the fire pit and trying to kill me. If it were in ancient times, what he just said to the old monk would have been enough to behead him 100 times.
If this lamp can't be lit, then that's it. If it is really lit by me, once the news gets out, it will definitely cause a huge shock. It will definitely cause an extremely huge shock, and I myself will also face a huge...
The trouble is even dangerous. I don’t know how many people will start to miss the head on my neck.qＱＸδЙεω.CoΜ
The old monk seemed to see the worry in my heart, and said quickly: "Master Zhang, please don't worry. No matter whether this lamp can be lit or not, this poor monk will never let the news leak out. I swear by the Buddha, it's just these few words of yours
a friend……"
He looked at Tongshan and the little fox.
Tongshan was obviously very knowledgeable. Although his face was full of curiosity, he still sighed unwillingly, said I will wait for you outside, then turned around and walked out.
Then I set my sights on the little fox. In fact, this was the thing I was most worried about. His mouth was like a belt with elastic.
Feeling my gaze, the little fox's eyes moved away from the phone.
"What are you looking at me for? Brother, you gave me all the money. You are not allowed to take it back. I will marry a wife in the future and buy a house and a car. There are so many places to use money!" The little fox listed down.
A miser's mouth.
The emotional child didn't hear what we were saying at all, and his whole mind was focused on the windfall he just got. Even the balance reminder from the bank was on his phone.
This way I feel relieved.
"call……"
I let out a long breath, my eyes instantly became firm, I put my fingers together on my forehead and gently tapped it, a trace of my soul was pulled out of me, and then I slowly leaned towards Qingdeng.
It's strange to say that just when my finger came close to the top of the green lamp, this simple green lamp immediately changed. A faint golden light suddenly penetrated from the bottom of the bronze, as if it was lit.
.
My whole body was stunned for a moment.
What the hell…
No way?
Could it be that the old monk secretly installed a light bulb in this lamp?
It seems that there really are relics here!
I raised my head and looked at the old monk, wanting an accurate answer.
Unexpectedly, when the old monk saw this scene, he immediately started to tremble with excitement.
"It's lit, it's lit, it's really lit!" the little monk exclaimed even more excitedly.
The old monk tremblingly stretched out his hand and grabbed the young monk's wrist.
"Wukong, kneel down and follow me to see the Buddha!"
While he was talking, he actually knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to the clear lamp in front of him.
I looked at this scene in amazement, because I knew that monks generally do not kneel easily. Once they enter Buddhism, all four elements are empty. They pay attention to the purification of the six roots and leave the mortal world. They do not kneel to heaven and earth, do not kneel to their parents, but only kneel to the Western Heaven for bliss.
All the gods and Buddhas. Of course, there are some people in history who would kneel to the emperor, let’s leave it to others.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
After ringing his head three times, the old monk stood up, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name 10 times.
"Amitabha! The destined person is right in front of you. I'm a humble monk, but please forgive me!"
Is there such a big change in attitude?
I was a little confused by him.
"Master, this seems to be nothing, right? Let's not be so solemn, okay?"
The old monk smiled quickly and said, "It's clear..."
"Wukong, today's events cannot be told outside, otherwise you and I will both be in trouble, do you understand?"
"Master, what did you say? I saw nothing and heard nothing. My disciple went to mop the floor."
After the little monk said this, he decisively turned around and picked up the wrong mop bar. He lowered his head and began to mop the ground seriously.
What can I say, I can only say that the master and the apprentice are more awesome than the other.
It is indeed not easy to make a lot of money.
The old monk was not idle either. He held up the green lantern respectfully, then walked to the middle shrine that I had noticed before, lifted up a corner of the curtain, and put the green lantern in casually.
Even if I want to take a peek, I can't see who is enshrined inside?
After putting away the clear lamp, I seemed to have walked up to me again and said, "The poor monk has one more unkind request. In the future, when disaster strikes, I hope the benefactor can save my life!"
My palms tightened slightly, this was already the second time.
I looked at the young monk next to me and asked cautiously: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
"The donor already knows, so why bother asking! Remember, there are dangers and undercurrents in this imperial capital, but time is not absolute. Where there are enemies, there are also friends. Only by judging the situation can you be invincible."
After saying this, the old monk didn't care whether I agreed to his request or not, so he returned to his wooden fish, and then slowly closed his eyes, obviously unwilling to say another word.
When I saw the old monk closed his eyes and said nothing, I knew that even if I asked him again, he probably wouldn't answer me. In this case, I should leave.
After taking another look at the mysterious shrine, I turned around and walked out with full of doubts.
The moment he stepped out of the Buddhist door, the sound of wooden fish behind him sounded again.
After walking some distance away, Tongshan quickly asked: "Brother, is it lit?"