There are two statues of monks under the Tathagata, one old and one middle-aged. These are the two disciples of the Buddha.
The old one is called "Venerable Kassapa", and the middle-aged one is called "Venerable Ananda". According to legend, after the Buddha's nirvana, Venerable Kassapa continued to lead his disciples, and was called the second ancestor in later generations.
Before Buddha, there were two Bodhisattvas, Manjushri and Samantabhadra.
This group of statues in the main hall is generally called "One Buddha, Two Disciples and Two Bodhisattvas".
There are also eighteen Arhats next to the main hall, with a majestic appearance and extraordinarily grandeur.
The little novice monk who was guarding the merit box was already lying down to rest after working so hard.
There was no one else in the main hall, but the sound of lectures could be heard from the backyard from time to time. It must be that the monks had gone to practice.
Bai Yuyue stepped into the main hall, and the sandalwood was burning brightly, exuding a faint fragrance, making everything around him hazy.
She squinted her eyes to look at the giant Buddha, but there was not much respect in her eyes, but more confusion.
Once upon a time, like her father and mother, she worshiped sutras, recited Buddhist scriptures, and cultivated her moral character.
This Tathagata's dharma body has the hand hanging down called the "wish seal", which means that it can fulfill the wishes of all living beings; the hand stretched upward is called "the fearless seal of giving", which means that it can eliminate the suffering of all living beings.
To fulfill the wishes of all sentient beings, even her little wish could not be fulfilled.
To eliminate the suffering of all living beings, all living beings are suffering, but where is the Buddha?
He shook his head, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
Immortals are illusory and can only sow the seeds of joy in the world during good times.
And once you are in adversity, no one can help you except yourself.
Buddha is ruthless.
Bai Yuyue's eyes grew colder by the minute, and the incense was so strong that it was just an ignorant woman and child seeking peace of mind.
She didn't believe it.
Turning around, just as he was about to pull Han Shuang away, he saw a person coming in from the door.
"Mr. Jiang?"
The person who came was indeed Jiang Yiran, the owner of Wangjiang Tower.
Seeing Bai Yuyue, he had a gentle smile on his face: "It turns out to be Mr. Bai, hello!"