Yanzi put his hands together in front of the side hall and said: "Amitabha, the donors have been tired for a long day, so please drink less tea. Master Chuansu happened to be visiting our temple. When Suzhai is ready, we will jointly test the Buddha's fruit in Puxian Temple." After that,
He glanced at Zhu Tong and lowered his eyebrows.
"Director, the little nun seems to be in love, Master Yunyan is paying attention to you." Chen Yiyi said softly.
"Yiyi, don't talk nonsense, be careful of the Buddha's blame, Ami Tufo." The little liar chanted the Buddha's name; Matsui Heishi turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Li doesn't believe in Buddhism, so it won't work to just pretend to be the Buddha."
"Do you believe Mr. Matsui?" Zhu Tong asked, and Matsui Heizhi waved his hand: "Even if you don't believe it, it is the courtesy to burn incense in front of someone's door."
Entering the side hall, Zhu Tong was still three steps behind and did not offer incense and kneel down. The two masters sat peacefully, as if they had not heard anyone coming in. They continued to knock the wooden fish unhurriedly and chant Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
Mr. Tian finished worshiping from the front and the sides, then went to the back to worship. Finally, he worshiped around this magnificent statue for a week, and finally stopped on the right side. Chen Yiyi also knelt there and worshiped devoutly.
Zhu Tong was slightly surprised, and after walking around for a while, he discovered that this Buddha statue was indeed rare. The bottom was a lotus throne, and the Buddha's body was round and tall, with flowing cassocks. The strangest thing about the Buddha was that it had four faces, and the images were divided into four categories: joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
There are eight arms around it, and there is a magic weapon in each hand. The four faces are facing the southeast and northwest respectively. The other three Buddha faces are just that. I don’t know many saints anyway, so it just looks strange. The one on the right
The Buddha's head seemed familiar to me. I looked at it carefully for a moment and sighed inwardly.
Then, isn't it a statue based on the appearance of Mr. Tian's father? Zhu Tong has a good memory, and he has seen this face in Mr. Tian's study; the only difference is that the eyes of the statue are more compassionate.
Money really makes the world go round. Mr. Tian played so hard that he silently made his father a god; no, he was a Buddha. Some of the pilgrims and believers who came to Zixia Temple to offer incense knew that they knelt down and worshiped.
Is there a modern person who passed away not long ago among the gods and Buddhas?
The space of the side hall is huge, with a tea room separated to the west. In the middle is a quaint old tree root tea tray, and of course, a set of exquisite purple sand tea sets.
Mr. Tian let Matsui Heishi take the seat of honor and sat with him on his left hand. Zhu Tong and Chen Yiyi sat on the right hand.
The little nun brought the charcoal stove and kettle and bowed down. Miss Song stretched out her jade arms and assumed the role of tea lady.
"Master, please excuse me for a moment, and please drink tea together." When the water boiled, Mr. Tian invited him with a smile.
"Amitabha, please don't pay attention to the poor monk." Master Chuansu didn't move his eyebrows, clasped his hands in thanks, and continued to knock his wooden fish.
Zhu Tong felt funny in his heart: Mr. Tian started acting, pretending not to know Master Chuansu, this play must be very exciting. Thinking so, the little liar didn't show anything on his face, and pretended to just watch it
Seeing his appearance, he asked: "Master, what kind of Buddha is enshrined in the temple?"
Master Chuansu then opened his eyes slightly, glanced at it, and said loudly: "This is the Erawan Buddha." Master Kongmu and Zhu Tong looked at each other and smiled slightly.
"Excuse me, Master, where is the origin of the Erawan Buddha?" Miss Song asked softly after ordering tea.
The charm of beauty is great. Master Chuansu stopped knocking on the wooden fish, stood up with a smile, moved his body a few times and said: "Amitabha, that ends today's evening class. Chuansu will talk about the Erawan Buddha for all the donors.
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Mr. Tian and Heizhi Matsui quickly asked him to go to the tea seat. Sha Yingying had already brewed fragrant tea, and Yingying held a cup: "Master, please tell the little girl's fortune in a moment."
Chuan Su chuckled and took the tea cup, raised his head and drank it without saying whether it was okay or not, and made a slight gesture of cupping his hands to Zhu Tong.
The little liar half-closed his eyes noncommittally and shook his head slightly, implying that as long as the other party didn't go too far, he didn't care what nonsense Chuan Su was talking about.
Chuan Su was confident in his heart and said with his hands together: "The Erawan Buddha is the Brahma King, also known as Brahma. He is the king of the First Dhyana Heaven. There are four heads, eight ears, eight arms, and eight hands, and each hand has a law enforcement weapon.
It has a great origin. The flag represents omnipotent magic power, the Buddhist scriptures represent wisdom, the conch represents blessing, the paddle wheel represents eliminating disasters, subduing demons, and destroying all troubles, the staff represents supreme achievement, the kettle represents quenching hunger and thirst, responding to requests, and the rosary represents reincarnation. This
The hand is empty, but it is not meaningless. It forms a seal of protection, which represents magical power to protect all living beings. To be precise, Brahma is not a Buddha, but a heavenly protector with vast supernatural powers. Because he has boundless power in the heaven and controls the human world.
In order to respect the lofty power of King Brahma, he is honored as the Erawan Buddha. There are not many believers in China who worship the Erawan Buddha, but Theravada Buddhism believes that he is the most benevolent and effective Dharma king in the world. He is called the 'Erawan Buddha who responds to all requests'.
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"It's amazing." Sha Yingying exclaimed, ran to the side hall, twisted three sticks of incense, lit it, bowed three times and offered it to the incense burner at the base of the Erawan Buddha, and prayed in a low voice: "The great and compassionate Erawan Buddha, protect me, this poor thing.
Little girl….”
Just as he was about to stand up after reciting, Zhu Tong smiled and said: "Female donor, you must be sincere in worshiping the Erawan Buddha and worship on all sides."
"Ah, yes, of course the Erawan Buddha must be worshiped on all sides." Sha Yingying stuck out her tongue and went to hold incense. There are incense burners on each side of the Erawan Buddha.
Zhu Tong chuckled, not wanting to make Master Chuansu look bad in front of him, so he stood up and walked out of the main room on the pretext that he couldn't bear the smoke. The monks came up with endless tricks, and they made an four-sided Buddha to let people burn more incense! I think it was one Buddha and three sticks.
I don’t earn enough money from incense, so worshiping the "European Buddha Erawan Buddha" once requires twelve sticks of incense. Fortunately, this is just a side hall. If I put this Erawan Buddha statue in the main hall, I will charge a lot more for incense, right?
The starry sky in Puxian Temple is still very beautiful. Zhu Tong stood under the banyan tree and looked up. The cool breeze swept away the sultry heat of summer. Master Kongmu had been sitting in the corner of the temple for a long time, concentrating on hitting wooden fish.
The Butterfly God buzzed and flew out from the depths of the black mist in Yintang Cave. For several months, the Butterfly God had been hiding in the black mist, and suddenly appeared and shocked Zhu Tong. Its body was more than half smaller, and its black
The wings have turned purple-red, and their appearance is similar to the purple butterfly on Matsui Shiki, but more powerful and agile.
The Butterfly God was very vigilant and flapped its wings rapidly. What did it find?
Zhu Tong looked around and didn't feel anything special. Did he feel any danger? Maybe it's because this is Zixia Temple. Master Kongmu is here. The first time the Butterfly God suffered a loss was with Kongmu.
When fighting.
"Don't be afraid, the wooden fish knocker won't make things difficult for you anymore, we are allies now." Zhu Tong comforted the little elf secretly, but the butterfly god flew faster and faster, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, making the little elf very happy.
A liar's head is spinning.
There must be something, it must have discovered something.
Zhu Tong pulled out the dragon and phoenix stars, closed his eyes and carefully felt the touch from the Butterfly God; slowly, he felt a dull pressure coming slowly, the danger came from the big banyan tree in front of him!
"Director, what's wrong?"
Chen Yiyi's voice rang in his ears, and Zhu Tong woke up from the heavy pressure. At this moment, a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.
"Is Yiyi going to tell fortunes?" Zhu Tong replied, shouting inwardly, taking three steps back and leaving the shade of the big locust tree. He felt his body relaxed, and the Butterfly God was not so nervous.
"Fortune telling? My father once said that Yin-Yang Bagua is Taoist knowledge, and a monk who can tell fortunes must be a liar." Chen Yiyi glanced at the main room, where Master Chuansu was holding Sha Yingying's delicate little hand and saying something seriously.
"You can't say that. Times are progressing. In order to adapt to the Chinese culture, it is normal for monks to learn the Yin and Yang Bagua to guide believers." Zhu Tong chuckled and walked around the big banyan tree; he wanted to make sure it was a person.
what.
"Hmph! He is a great monk from Southeast Asia. He came to China to promote the Erawan Buddha. But maybe he has some skills. Just now he correctly guessed the identity of each of us, including the director and Mr. Matsui. Miss Sha admired him.
I am requesting him to be my teacher in practicing the Four-faced Buddha Dharma."
"Oh, really? That's really something." Zhu Tong let go of the big locust tree for a while, wondering: Chen Yiyi doesn't know the origin of Master Chuansu, didn't Mr. Tian tell her?
"I believe in Christ, and I hate these monks the most. Since everything is empty, what else is there to point out?" Chen Yiyi took two steps closer; "Director, what do you believe in?"
"Me." Zhu Tong was stunned by the question. After thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have little faith.
"What do you hope for most? What do you want to do after you die..."
"Stop, don't ask such questions. You are living well, where do you want to go after death? Are you sick?" Zhu Tong knew that if Chen Yiyi was allowed to continue talking, those mysterious and mysterious questions could really make people confused.
; "Yiyi, when did you believe in God? I've never heard you talk about it before."
"Just in the past few days, I was dragged to the church by my cousin to listen to it a few times, and I felt pretty good. God doesn't want incense and money, so everyone helps each other. Hehe, I don't believe it. I just listened to it for fun and to tease you. Director
, I’m really surprised, you don’t like money and power, what is your purpose in life? Doesn’t the director have any ideals? "
Zhu Tong heard for the first time that Nurse Xia believed in God. She thought she was too empty and sought spiritual comfort in the illusory world of faith. As for his ideal...
"Yes, I have been like this since I was a child. I have no ideals, so I named myself Li Xiang."
How could Chen Yiyi understand the ideal of a prodigal son? When he was a child, having a warm home and being able to stay in the arms of his parents for a while were his biggest ideals. Now, the little liar's ideal has become to take good care of his health as soon as possible and have a house of his own.
Living with Ye'er in the house, maybe having a few more children and watching them grow up healthily.
Zhu Tong doesn't have too much desire for money, just enough to use it; rights, what are those things? He has no interest in scheming with a bunch of bureaucrats. Those things are bound to be accompanied by trouble and danger, such as what the few in the room are doing.
thing.
Matsui Heizhi's laughter came from the room. Zhu Tong clapped his hands and pulled Chen Yiyi in. He heard Matsui Heizhi's words: "...it turns out that the Sushanxing Foundation, which is famous in Southeast Asia, is the merit of Master Su, Amitabha.
We were reckless today. Please give me some guidance, Master."
"It can't be said to be advice. Meeting each other is fate. Being able to form a good relationship with the benefactor is the fate of the poor monk." Chuansu took Matsui Heishi's extended left hand and looked at it carefully for a while, twisting his beard and smiling: "The benefactor has just experienced a disaster.
Fortunately, the benefactor is rich and has met noble people to help him overcome the disaster. Although he will have to work hard in the future, everything will go smoothly for Jirentian. It’s just that all living beings in the world of mortals are separated and separated by fate. The donor must have experienced ups and downs.
I have looked down on it a lot, and it is a blessing to the donor. When conditions arise, they will be born, and when conditions fall, they will perish; when conditions gather, they will come together, and when conditions disperse, they will disperse. Since we are reunited by fate today, the poor monk would like to send a few words to the donor: It is not a disaster for an iron ox to have his nose pierced, and purple energy will come from the east.
It’s the right time to come. In the next few years, the donor will have a great destiny with this place, but he can’t be too attached to the small gains of one moment and one thing.”
Matsui Heishi thought for a while, took out his checkbook and wrote out a check: "A small gift is not a sign of respect."
"Amitabha, I have received my thoughts. I am here in the same temple. It is said that I don't dare to give alms. The donor has thunder in his eyebrows and holds a lot of gold in his hand. Every thought is related to the blessings and misfortunes of all people. If you don't abstain, you will abstain. If you don't fast, you will fast.
A bowl with robes and a five-leaf flower blooming. A ruthless man may not be a true hero. Three thousand silk threads can make all things live. I hope the donor can understand it more."
After Chuansu finished speaking, he returned to sit cross-legged on a futon in front of the Buddha statue, knocked on the wooden fish and chanted sutras with his eyes closed; he refused to accept Matsui Heishi's check.