The best way for any religious organization to win people's hearts is naturally to maintain a sense of mystery to the outside world. [Read...]
Believers are most obsessed with this feeling of disbelief. Mystery means unknowability. Just imagine, there are some unknowable people in that distant unknowable place. They can change their destiny and help you make many thoughts before.
Things you dare not even think about. Faced with such an organization, do you still have the slightest courage to refuse?
This is naturally true in Mahayana Buddhism.
In fact, the Tubo Buddhist monks had already set up a trap, waiting for these foolish people to rush in. So, they had a small profit like Wu Siwei, and they remembered the goodness of the Mahayana Buddha in their hearts and were willing to serve Tubo.
The Buddha monks work hard.
In the box made of black jade, the more corn it poured, it became saturated. The corners of the black monk's mouth slightly raised, showing a faint sneer.
After nightfall, the weather became colder.
The crowds are surging during the day, and the incense is endless. Yanjia Temple is deserted.
There were no pedestrians on the street, and occasionally you could hear the croaking frogs coming from the river beach not far away.
Dozens of men in black dresses in night clothes were running along the walls, standing outside a half-collapsed earth wall, and jumping into the hospital lightly one after another.
“There is no room for negotiation on this matter.”
In a secret room in Yanjia Temple, Yangzhou Chief Xu Runda asserted in a tough tone, regardless of the embarrassing expression of Master Bukong.
Master Bukong's mouth squirmed slightly, and finally sighed: "Good, good, the Buddha taught us to be kind to all living beings, why should Lord Xu fight with each other?"
Xu Runda smiled coldly and said, "It is okay to do good to anyone, but this person cannot do it. Didn't Master Bukong often say that God has the virtue of living a life? If this person does not die, there will be thousands of people who are hindered by him.
And die, do you think he should die?"
"This" Master Bukong's expression was stagnant, and the Buddhist beads in his hand slipped and almost fell to the ground. Faced with such unreasonable remarks, he really didn't know how to answer. He changed his life to life, so let this kind of thing go.
Wherever you go, you will be profitable and dark.
"Give me three days, and in three days I will take this person's head to you."
The person who spoke was a swordsman wearing a night-wearing dress. He didn't say a word since he entered the secret room. At this moment, he suddenly spoke, which surprised Xu Runda.
"Master Wujie, what if you are so sure?"
That night, the pedestrian pulled off the black cloth covered with his face and smiled coldly: "I have never done anything I promised, but you'd better tell your master and tell him not to forget his agreement with me."
There is no window in the secret room, only an oil lamp is lit.
With the dim light, the general could clearly distinguish the appearance characteristics of Master Wujie. He was seen as dark, with a high nose bridge and a deep eye socket. He had a long head and a narrow face, and his hair was bent into an upper arc on his forehead. It was obvious that
He is not from the Central Plains. The most terrifying thing is that his left face has a long light red scar from under the eyelid to the jaw. It looks like a living thing under the seal of the oil lamp, wriggling.
Master Wujie placed a horizontal knife he wore on the square table, took out a horse's milk belt from his waist and poured it straight. The sheath of the horizontal knife was rusted, as if it was coated with a layer of patina. The handle of the knife was rusted.
A gap that was neither deep nor shallow was created, and it was tied with a hemp rope for a few times, which was barely useful. However, the owner of this knife seemed to be unwilling to care about it, and carried it on his body all the time and placed it on the most conspicuous one.
location.
"That's nature, that's nature." Xu Runda smiled unnaturally and said, "How can a distinguished guest from Shambala not try the wine from his hometown?" After that, Xu Runda pushed a pot of barley wine to Wu.
Ring.
"The Buddha said he was going to die, how could he live?" Wu Jie poured all the barley wine into his mouth and said coldly.
"Have you brought all the rice and grain?"
Outside Yanjia Temple, a little shaman picked up the visitor with disdain, hugged his hands horizontally in front of his chest and sneered.
The people who came were ragged men, all around twenty years old. Such people were worthy of becoming believers of Mahayana Buddhism. To enter Mahayana Buddhism, they must first teach five buckets of corn, which may they afford to make?
"I've handed over, I've handed over everything. This little master may take us to meet Master Wujie?" The person who replied was obviously the leader of the beggars. Although his clothes were worn, he spoke very enthusiastically, so he made the little one.
The novice monk felt very embarrassed when he heard it.
"Haha, do you think our Yanjia Temple is a beggar shop, so you can do it? Let me tell you the truth. Master Wujie is just staying in our temple temporarily. As for the day, he will come and go without a trace. Don't
I said you, it was a long time for our abbot to see him. You just entered the sect and wanted to see Master Wujie. It was really a delusion."
The little novice monk obviously thought these beggars were ridiculous, and their tone became very sharp, which sounded quite like a geese from afar.
"Then, when will we meet Master Wujie?" The beggar leader was obviously very disappointed, but he was unwilling to accept it and asked at the little novice monk with a gaze.
"Hey, I'm saying you are annoying, I've told you that Master Wujie is coming and going invisible. How can I give you an accurate answer? Look, you should do it well and make your outfit before going.
Let’s meet Master Wujie. They are not people at the same level, so they are also embarrassed to get their hands on their way.”
The little shaman glanced at the beggar's leader disdainfully and said, "Go and go, hurry up and go to the temple to go to the place where you live. But I advise you to make two buckets of hot water to wash your body first.
, it saved my temple's beds from dirty."
More than a dozen beggar believers were urged to lead them into Yanjia Temple and headed straight to the wing room in the backyard.
Although Buddhism threatens that all beings are equal, it can be seen from the attitude of the monks in the temple to these beggar believers that this is just a huge joke.
What is equality of sentient beings? How can all be equal? Do you expect the giant elephant with a huge force and the ants as low as a frog? Do you expect the huge Jianghuai tycoon and the poor beggar who are trembling and the shiver without clothes to be equal?
Their background and strength are not on the same level at all, so how can they be equal?
In this world, the only way to get yourself treated like a strong person is to make yourself stronger. Only in this way can you think about problems on one level.
He brought a group of beggars to a row of low wings, and the monk left without looking back.
The beggar's head's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything after all
"What, they eat this all day long?" Looking at the plate of wild vegetable buns piled in front of him, Pu Dahui exclaimed in surprise: "This, how can we do this? My old Pu is different from them. If you eat like this, you can eat it like this.
I'll be hungry in a few days!"
Looking at Pu Dahui's strong body, Li Kuo smiled bitterly and said, "Dahui, you can bear it. Now that we are 'cold from a cold', what treatment can we still beg for others to give us?"
"That's right, have you ever seen such a strong beggar? It's not a bad thing to ask me to say hunger, at least others will not feel suspicious." Zhou Wuzui grabbed a piece of wild vegetable bun and gave it to him.
In the mouth, it started to chew with a delicious taste.
"Hey, these stinky monks who have been killed by thousands of swords are so silly that they look down!" He looked down at the single clothes full of patches on his body. Pu Dahui finally nodded in his fate, frowned and choked food.
Put it into the mouth.
"But Qilang, Daehammer is right. Now we have a low status on the surface, so it is probably not easy to get close to Wu Jie's demon monk."
Zhou Wuzui clapped his hands, cleared his face and said word by word.
"Well, although we have entered Mahayana Buddhism, we are still at the lowest level believers. It is impossible to get into any secrets. It is even more impossible to meet Wujie."
Li Kuo knew what this was, but everything had to be done step by step. If their identity when they entered the church was too prominent, they might be alarmed.
"In my opinion, we might as well search through the room of the temple's chanting Dharma. If we don't believe that we can't find the old lair of Wujie." Pu Dahui hated the demon monk and wanted to immediately turn him over.
Tear in half. Since there is no success in the open, Yanjia Temple is not big anyway, there are only about one hundred rooms in total. After checking them one by one, you will always find the guy’s residence.
"No, first of all, Wu Jie is extremely alert. If we search like this, we will inevitably attract his attention. Secondly, Wu Jie's whereabouts are mysterious. Even if we find his residence, there will be no substantial receipt."
Seeing that Pu Dahui was acting irritably, Li Sheng hurriedly advised him. This time they wanted to pretend to be beggars and reconnaissance the Tubo monster monks, and they could not expose their identity too early. Pu Dahui's proposal was too dangerous and absolutely not feasible.
"I don't think it's right," Li Kuo nodded and said, "Although this Yanjia Temple is not big, it may not have no arrangements. Wu Jie is cunning and cunning. It's hard for us to live in places where we live.
What is the advantage to get? Now the only way is to wait and wait for the guy Wujie to take the initiative to reveal his flaws."
"Take the initiative to reveal the flaw?" Pu Dahui looked at Li Kuo with confusion, wondering why his general said so.
"You forgot that the Jianghuai Road Group was missing. If you were Wujie, would you sit in the temple safely and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name?"
ps: This idea is a bit crazy, but it is the only chance.