White Horse Temple was founded in the Eastern Han Dynasty and was the first temple where Buddhism was introduced into China. It is said that it was built by the emperor at that time to welcome two monks from Tianzhu.
For thousands of years, White Horse Temple has experienced several wars, but it is still popular and has many believers.
However, a few decades ago, the White Horse Temple almost suffered a disaster.
The reason was that the original feudal king rebelled.
Among the many vassal kings who rose up in rebellion, the King of Shu was the most powerful.
Back then, when the King of Shu set foot on Tokyo, he was only one step away from the palace.
Moreover, at that time, the King of Shu pulled the banner beside the King of Qing and pointed it at several high-ranking figures in the court.
One of them was the abbot of Baima Temple at that time and the national preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After the King of Shu entered Tokyo, he set fire to the White Horse Temple.
The fire burned for three days, until the eighth prince Wu Ningyuan led his troops to rescue him. After defeating the King of Shu, he organized manpower to put out the fire burning in the White Horse Temple.
But, even so.
White Horse Temple was transformed from a famous temple through the ages into ruins and ashes overnight.
Later, after His Majesty took charge, he did not dare to carry out large-scale construction and build the White Horse Temple in view of the lessons of the previous king.
As a result, it seems that the name of White Horse Temple will really disappear in the long river of history.
However, in the seventh year of Qingli, which is now the seventh year of the emperor's reign.
A fat monk came from the north, driving an ox cart filled with gold, and arrived in Tokyo in a swaggering manner.
We stopped when we arrived at the ruins of White Horse Temple.
Then, the fat monk began to organize people to rebuild the White Horse Temple.
At first, Tokyo officials believed some rumors in the market and came to organize it.
But, after meeting the fat monk,
After these people bowed politely, they went back home.
For no other reason than the fat monk was holding a piece of iron in his hand.
This piece of iron was awarded to him by Emperor Shengwu.
In the eyes of the common people, it is a gold medal to avoid death, a golden book and an iron ticket.
Seeing this gold medal for immunity from death, the ministers knew the identity of this fat monk.
A strange man of the Great Zhou Dynasty. A generation of eminent monks, Master Fahai.
A few days later, even the emperor came.
The emperor, dressed in dragon robes, bowed respectfully to the fat monk whose age could not be discerned, and then held a candle-lit night talk with Master Fahai in a dilapidated small room on the construction site.
The next day, the emperor left behind a handwritten letter representing endless wealth. He respectfully bid farewell and left.
As a result, this ancient temple, which was destroyed by war eight years ago, has risen from the ground again and is full of vitality.
The three words "White Horse Temple" personally inscribed by the emperor also officially landed on the mountain gate.
On the day when the bells were ringing for the opening of the temple, auspicious clouds enveloped the sky above the White Horse Temple, like the light of the Buddha.
Tens of thousands of believers came on foot from all over the Great Zhou Dynasty to pay homage to the Lord Buddha and pray for the holy place.
At that time, the fat monk was already driving his carriage on the road to Jiangning.
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Now, Master Fahai, the eminent monk who single-handedly rebuilt the White Horse Temple, has passed away.
In response to Fahai's wishes during his lifetime and the request of the abbot of White Horse Temple.
Lu Heng specially sent one of the relics from Mount Wutai to the White Horse Temple after Fahai passed away.
When they arrived at the mountain gate, they got off their horses, stepped on the steps, and walked straight to the mountain gate.
At this time, the rain was heavier.
The mist is like a pouring water.
The sound of rain falling is endless.
The whole world was soaked in the pouring rain.
After shaking off the water drops all over his body, Agui stretched out his hand and prepared to knock on the door.
However, when he just stretched out his hand, the mountain door made a heavy creaking sound.
The two heavy wooden doors made a damp squeezing sound that echoed in the rain and fog.
The door burst open.
The moment the door opened, Lu Heng's master and servant were stunned.
The heavy rain poured down, and in the temple, the monks stood in the rain, clasped their hands together, and recited scriptures aloud.
Inside the gate, the abbot of Baima Temple, who is over Huā Jia, has white beard and hair, wearing a brocade cassock, with a solemn expression and slightly drooped eyelids.
After seeing Lu Heng at the door and the wooden box in his hand, the old monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, bowed and recited the Buddha's name, and said loudly: "Welcome Master Fa Hai!"
At the command, the monks who lined up from the door to the main hall all knelt down and bowed to the ground.
Dangdangdang...
In the White Horse Temple, the bell rang suddenly.
The dull bell echoed over Tokyo through the rain and fog, lasting forever.
Lu Heng's expression was calm, and after a slight pause, he stepped across the threshold.
Behind him, Agui's eyes were hot. After taking a deep breath, he lowered his head and followed step by step.
As the two walked along, monks on both sides of the road kept kneeling.
Rain fell from the sky and fell into the stagnant water on the ground, splashing water like lotus flowers.
In the misty rain and fog, there is no sadness, only endless compassion and solemnity.
Lu Heng and the other two were walking like this.
Emotionally.
I remember that in my previous life, someone said something like this: Some people are dead, but they are still alive.
Fahai is such a person!
My mind was immersed in the scenes of laughing and scolding with the fat monk in the past, and before I knew it, I had arrived at the entrance of the Main Hall.
In the main hall, dots of candles flickered brightly.
Together with the bright yellow prayer flags and curtains, it sets off the solemnity and solemnity of this main hall.
Directly opposite, there is a golden statue of Lord Buddha, looking down at all living beings with majesty.
On the left and right sides, Medicine Buddha and Maitreya Buddha look sacred.
On both sides, the eighteen Arhats have different expressions and have boundless magic power.
Under the Buddha statue, monks in cassocks put their hands together and refrained from chanting scriptures.
Among the monks, under the statue of Tathagata.
There is a table covered with golden silk, which seems to be specially prepared for the display of Fahai relics.
However, after entering the Main Hall, Lu Heng did not step forward directly and put the relic in his hand on the table.
Instead, after a moment of silence, he asked the abbot of White Horse Temple next to him what he meant.
After reciting the Buddha's name, the abbot explained: "Now Master Fahai has passed away and passed away, returning to the embrace of the Buddha. This arrangement is exactly what it is!"
After Lu Heng heard this, he just smiled lightly.
But Agui on the side was a little disapproving. He glanced at the old monk with an unkind look and said: "Fahai said that all living beings are equal, so why is the saying of master and servant coming? Moreover, he also said at that time that peace of mind is bliss.
, I didn’t say that I would definitely go to the West, but you, a monk, make such arrangements. You are too presumptuous!”
The monk's face darkened.
Staring at the box in Lu Heng's hand, he said, "This is my Buddhist business. You two are gesticulating like this in the temple, which is a bit over the line!"
After Agui heard these words, he immediately turned his face, his eyes flashed sharply, he stared at the monk and said, "What did you say?"
The monk's eyes hurt when he was stared at by Agui's gaze, which was like a real sword energy.
He quickly lowered his head, avoided Agui's gaze, and said harshly: "Your Excellency Ximen is so domineering, is it because he wants to suppress others with force?"
After taking a step back, the abbot sneered and said: "Although you are a master of Xuanxuan, don't forget that this is the White Horse Temple, and the poor monk is the abbot of the White Horse Temple!"
Agui sneered and stared at him with narrowed eyes: "You are the abbot, so what?"
He seemed to feel the murderous aura emanating from Agui's whole body.
The abbot's face turned pale, he raised his hand, pointed at Agui, and said with trembling fingers: "You, you, do you really think that the hundreds of monks in White Horse Temple are just for show?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monks who were standing in the Main Hall, wearing cassocks and looking solemn, suddenly took off their cassocks and surrounded him.
Agui glanced at this group of people with disdain and smiled coldly.
With every move of your hands and feet, the demeanor of a great master will emerge.
Lu Heng stood aside, with a relaxed smile on his lips, looking at the abbot who was obviously up to no good, jokingly, to see how he would end up.
"Arhat Formation!"
The abbot took a quick step back, stood behind the monks, raised his hand and shouted loudly.
With an order, the eighteen monks all picked up their whistle sticks from the ground and surrounded Lu Heng, his master and his servant.
The abbot standing in a safe place looked at the two besieged Lu Heng in the field and sneered: "I am the abbot appointed by the late emperor, and I have an imperial edict to vouch for me. How dare you disobey the late emperor."
Purpose. Under the eyes of Lord Buddha, why don’t you just surrender and be captured?”
Hearing that the old monk had the late emperor's holy aim at his disposal, Agui's expression was obviously hesitant.
On the side, Lu Heng scratched his ears, turned his head, looked at Agui and said, "What did he just say?"
Agui said with a serious look on his face: "He said he had the imperial decree from the late emperor!"
"No, the last sentence!" Lu Heng shook his head.
"He said we were disobeying the late emperor's will!" Agui said fiercely through gritted teeth.
Lu Heng snorted, and then said in surprise: "Did you see the imperial edict in his hand?"
Agui shook his head: "No!"
Lu Heng nodded, then suddenly smiled and said: "Since he doesn't have the imperial edict in his hand, he is pretending to pass it on. This is an attempt to rebel and kill the nine tribes!"
Agui was confused and said: "But what if the imperial edict is hidden in his room?"
Lu Heng smiled and said, "Did you see it?"
Agui shook his head.
Lu Heng narrowed his eyes and smiled mysteriously: "Me neither!"
Agui was puzzled and looked at the young master in confusion.
Lu Heng's expression suddenly changed, he glanced coldly at the proud abbot, and whispered: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Agui's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Turning his head, he saw the young master nodding slightly.
My heart suddenly felt proud.
He raised his hand and stretched out his index finger. He pointed lightly towards the abbot who was hiding behind the people.
With a whooshing sound, a blue energy visible to the naked eye shot out from between his fingers.
Like lightning, it passed through the space and directly penetrated the abbot's body.
The abbot suddenly froze with a proud smile on his face.
He lowered his head, his eyes full of shock, and looked at the small hole in his chest where blood was gurgling out.
After moving the corners of his mouth, his body leaned back and fell to the ground with a plop.
"Abbot!" ---Updated for the first time When the Eighteen Arhats saw this, their eyes suddenly turned blood red.
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