Chen Abo stood in front of the door holding a dry cigarette, proudly accepting the compliments from his neighbors and friends.
During the Spring Festival in Phoenix, it has become a unique pleasure for the elderly to comment on each other's Spring Festival couplets.
"People who write well may not have a pure heart, and the same goes for writing; only people with rich experience and experienced ups and downs can write such good handwriting. Uncle Chen, this year's Spring Festival couplets are not your handwriting. You
This old man has never left Phoenix in his life, how has he ever seen the storms of Nuo Da?"
"How do you know it's not my handwriting? You have read thousands of volumes and have a big world in your mind."
"Bragging, please invite your guests out; I bet, the person who can write well must be at least 40 years old. You must have the mentality to see through the world, so that you can stay out of it and understand the true nature of the words."
"Haha, bet? You always lose this time. Let's first decide on a host for the bet. Can you lend me your noisy kettle?"
"So, as long as you can see the person writing, you should treat him to a few cups of tea."
"Don't regret it." Chen Abo pulled Zhu Tong out as if he were offering a treasure, and even wrote a few words on the spot. Only then did everyone believe that it was this young man who wrote the Spring Festival couplets in front of Chen Abo's door.
Ye'er happily watched her lover splashing with ink. She had been studying painting with Mei Ye for some time and was no longer a layman in calligraphy.
"Actually, as long as you can write the character well, calligraphy is not difficult."
Zhu Tong wrote the word "qi" taught by Master Zhu Lan on the paper. Chen Abo learned it the most seriously, and soon he was gesticulating. Uncle Master said that if there is a chance, he will pass this word on to people who practice calligraphy.
Good, it’s also a good thing for Zhumen; today’s opportunity is just right.
For breakfast, we must go to Hongqiao Qiaotou to eat rice noodles. Ye Er said hello to Grandma Chen, and the three girls ran out of the inn laughing.
Phoenix City is picturesque, without the glitz and extravagance of Shanghai. It is simple and has its own charm. Perhaps it is in such an ancient city that you can truly feel the joy of the Spring Festival.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere; villagers from the countryside come into the city early, some dance dragons and some lions, conveying joy on the narrow stone streets; the sound of firecrackers in the distance, on the Tuojiang River,
Jumping rocks, rotating windmills, ancient city walls, and tourists everywhere together create a festive and beautiful scenery everywhere.
The snow was still falling slowly, and the tour group that had just arrived brought a large number of tourists to Phoenix; they managed to squeeze in to the Hongqiao side, and the rice noodle shop was already packed, and it was a luxury to find a table to eat at; four
We all had no choice but to stand on the street with bowls in our hands, laughing at each other and eating the first breakfast of the New Year in the snow.
A Miao girl in costume came into the city. A temple girl selling silver jewelry passed by. Zhu Tong stopped her and picked up a pair of butterfly silver jewelry. It was a flower with a flower on its head and a butterfly on the top. The butterfly's mouth held a hanging ear of melon and rice.
Exquisite and beautiful.
"Ye'er, do you like it?" he said, inserting it into Ye'er's hair.
Ye'er raised her hand to touch the silver jewelry and smiled happily; Mei Lanting and Xiao Xiao sneered at the same time: "It's so ugly."
Ye'er didn't care, seeing the Miao girl thinking of Duohua, she dialed Huang Hai's phone again.
This time the connection was successfully connected. After the two people said their blessings, they made an appointment to meet at Tianwang Temple.
As the saying goes, when three women were performing a play and were about to leave after finishing a bowl of rice noodles, Zhu Tong forgot to pay the bill again; business was good, and the sister-in-law selling rice noodles seemed to have forgotten it. After walking a long way, Xiao Xiao remembered and ran back to give the money.
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This time Xiao Xiao came to Phoenix City more for Zhu Tong; although Ye'er didn't want to think that way, in recent times, Xiao Xiao often gave her some valuable small gifts. Ye'er refused everything he could, but she refused.
I can’t come to Phoenix to celebrate the Spring Festival with you.
On the first day of the new year, there was a lot of incense in Tianwang Temple. As soon as he walked out of the front yard, Zhu Tong saw the fat man invited by his senior brother Zhu Yun. He was dressed in gorgeous golden monk robes and was sitting in front of the incense table in front of the main hall.
Within a few months, the fat man already had a certain celestial spirit about him, and he behaved like an enlightened monk; he sometimes folded his arms and sometimes rubbed his head, sending sacred blessings to every pilgrim.
The second senior brother is not in Fenghuang. He has to take care of Yunzhong Temple in Hangzhou and Xiaguang Temple in Suzhou, which are more prosperous. The temples there mainly rely on the offerings of big pilgrims, and the money for incense is arbitrary; but the more casual it is, the more important it is. New Year
The incense is strong, the pilgrims are happy, and the wealthy people who worship in the temple feel more comfortable paying for it.
Zhu Yun originally wanted to come to Phoenix City, but Zhu Tong said that business was important; Shanghai Puxian Temple was making a lot of noise this year, and Master Kongji was going to perform a grand Buddha Ceremony there. Zhu Yun was not to be outdone, so he invited a well-known man from Taiwan.
Master Wujing and Master Wuhui held grand Buddhist rituals at Yunzhong Temple in Hangzhou and Xiaguang Temple in Suzhou respectively; the prices were naturally not cheap.
But in the final analysis, the monks from outside can chant sutras, and the Buddhist services they hold have already become a complete set of pomp and publicity. The early publicity has spread throughout the southeast, and it is said that they will also come with consecrated magical instruments. In the end, those who want the sacred instruments consecrated by eminent monks are the ones who pay the bill.
Pilgrims.
The incense table is filled with all kinds of Buddha statues. The fat man is currently consecrating the pilgrims. As long as he asks for a Buddha or Bodhisattva statue at the Tianwang Temple, no matter how much the price is, he will concentrate on reciting a sutra silently; but, who knows what sutra the fat man is reciting?
The so-called "consecration" is to ask one or several eminent monks to use their magic power to invite the "dharma body" of a Buddha or Guanyin Bodhisattva to the artificial statue. Then the statue will be "consecrated" and have the equivalent of
The meaning and power of Buddha or Bodhisattva.
According to the old monks, "consecration" is very, very sacred and very difficult; the great virtuous man must be a divine monk who has cultivated to an extremely high level.
If a pilgrim takes home a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva that has not yet been "consecrated", the statue is just a handicraft and has no use other than for viewing.
But Zhu Tong didn't believe such nonsense. He was accustomed to measuring everything with profit and money. He had long wanted to understand the reason. In addition to chanting sutras, the monks were everywhere asking for alms, that is, for sponsorship, jade carving, and kilns to knead Buddha statues.
Hard work will not be done. However, they cannot let this Buddhist wealth be easily earned by outsiders, so they came up with the trick of "consecration".
It is said that it is very, very hard to have a great virtuous monk consecrate it. Which devout pilgrim would have the nerve to let a very, very hard-working "great virtuous monk" work in vain?
Therefore, Zhu Tongcai came up with such a trick and suggested that Zhu Yun simply give "consecration" as a gift. Now it seems that the effect is great.
Although the tourists who came to offer incense paid a sum of money to buy the Buddha statues, they certainly felt much better when they saw such a handsome monk consecrating them in the snow.
The person in charge of the Tianwang Temple was the quasi-disciple next to Zhu Yun. He was not tall and was not good at speaking. He saw Zhu Tong asking for information from a distance. Zhu Tong did not allow him to come to greet him and asked him to make money quickly. There is only one big disciple a year.
On the first day of the new year, time is money.
Quasi-disciples are disciples who have not yet been officially included in the Zhumenmenqiang, but have already begun to practice Pengma Gong.
The Zhumen is the most stringent in selecting disciples, and the only criterion is Pengma Kung Fu. If you have not cultivated the first level of Pengma, you are not qualified to accept the test of Zhumen's spells and spells. But this first level of Pengma is the most mysterious, and can only
Those who work hard and cannot understand it with their heart will never be able to achieve anything in their practice for the rest of their lives.
Xiao Xiao also wanted to invite the Buddha statue, and Ye'er and Mei Lanting followed to join in the fun. Zhu Tong couldn't stand the smoke and fire, so he stood by His Highness and watched: Wang Xiangjian said he was coming, but I don't know if he has come yet?
"Doctor Li, come in and talk."
The voice came from the side hall. Zhu Tong looked back and saw that it was indeed Wang Xiangjian. In addition to his secretary, he was accompanied by two fat middle-aged men. Judging from their clothing and temperament, they were all local officials with a certain status.
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"The operation was successful. The patient has woken up this morning." Wang Xiangjian's first sentence was to introduce the situation of the boy yesterday, and Zhu Tong nodded.
The statues of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are enshrined in the side hall. There are only four of them. There are two people guarding the door. It seems that they have taken over the side hall.
A new couplet was added to the hall, and Zhu Tong recited it silently:
The young man is unruly and separates from the branches, and he is ashamed of the Phalaenopsis all his life. Horizontal comment: Flying gracefully.
The expensive sandalwood is carved with gold inscriptions. The workmanship of this material alone is very valuable, and the calligraphy is ordinary. It looks like it has just been hung up.
"Happy New Year, may you get rich."
"Happy New Year, may you get rich."
Wang Xiangjie did not introduce them, and Zhu Tong only greeted them with the most vulgar etiquette.
"Brother, where is Sister Ye'er?"
Duohua ran to the door, and the young man guarding the door was about to stop her. Wang Xiangjian saw Duohua, his eyes lit up, and he waved her in.
"They invited Buddha statues and flowers in the main hall. Where is the Yellow Sea?"
"Brother Hai's cell phone is broken. Hehe, it fell into the Tuojiang River last night. Now go to the mall to buy a new one. Let me come first."
Returning to Fenghuang, Duohua put on Miao family attire and regained her beautiful and innocent vitality; a pair of eyes as clear as crystal, she glanced at Wang Xiangjian: "Brother, who is he?"
"This is Mr. Wang, Duohua, my sister." Zhu Tong introduced the two of them.
"Sister?" Wang Xiangjian stared at the flower with a slightly surprised expression.
"Yes, my dear sister." Zhu Tong playfully took a flower in his arms; "Aren't we very similar?"
"It doesn't look like that." Duohua broke away and ran towards the main hall to find Ye'er and the others.
The person who was taking care of the incense here looked over and Zhu Tong made a gesture and asked him to play some tricks to drag down some girls. The other person nodded lightly, this is really a piece of cake. If he doesn't have the ability to curry favor with pilgrims, he can't do this.
business.
"She is my friend, a local Miao girl." Zhu Tong turned around and explained to Wang Xiangjie.
"We've met in person, you two should go home and reunite." Wang Xiangjian flashed a glance in the direction where the flowers disappeared, sent the two officials away, turned back to Zhu Tong and said with a smile: "Dr. Li, happy New Year, I want a
Something.”
"Plaster?"
Wang Xiangjie stretched out his hand: "It's just the plaster. Your dog-skin plaster is very effective. My leg gets sick every winter, but this year it doesn't hurt after I put your plaster on it. Some people say that your dog-skin plaster is a rare elixir.
As long as I have three patches, my old problems will be eradicated."
Zhu Tong took out his bag and took a look. He saw that there were five patches of dog-skin plaster left. Although it was not easy to make the plaster, he still took out two patches and said, "Mr. Wang, my plaster is not a magic medicine, I just need to be more careful when making it."