dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Master Kongchan returned to Jinguang Temple and was taken aback when he entered the main hall:

I saw the three eminent monks from Mount Wutai who had entered under the Buddha statue a few days ago to suppress ghosts and Buddhas faceless were already sitting in the main hall, chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Blessed by the Buddha, the three brothers finally returned safely."

"I don't know if I have encountered any danger during this trip."

"The ghost Buddha, how is the situation now?"

The three old monks with white beard and hair stopped chanting and slowly opened their eyes.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Junior Brother Hidden Love doesn't know anything, let me three slowly tell it."

It turned out that the three eminent monks who had attained the Tao of Mount Wutai entered the space under the Buddha statue, but they did not see the hellish scene as they had imagined.

On the contrary, there is only one large-scale temple inside, and the incense is at its peak.

Among them, all kinds of ghosts stand shoulder to shoulder, and there are simply too many to count.

But none of these ghosts had the slightest hint of tyranny.

Their faces were peaceful, even smiling, and they sat neatly and quietly in the temple.

Listen to a young monk who looks to be only five or six years old, speaking and reading scriptures.

The little monk gave birth to powder carvings and jade carvings, but sitting in front of the big Buddha, it is a solemn treasure.

The complicated Buddhism and Buddhist principles are explained in a simple way by him.

Not only a group of ghosts were fascinated by it, but even the three old monks from Mount Wutai were intoxicated unconsciously.

What they heard was three days and three nights.

It wasn't until the fourth day that the young monks kept silent and the three old monks woke up.

The little monk smiled and spoke to the group of ghosts.

"Namo Amitabha."

"This is the end of the lecture. If you are willing to take refuge in my Buddha, you can come back after seven days."

Thousands of ghosts stood up and saluted together.

"Namo Amitabha."

"I would like to thank the master for his kindness in the past thousands of years."

The ghosts kowtowed three times and bowed nine times before leaving the temple reluctantly.

When the group of ghosts dispersed, the young monk spoke to the three old monks from Mount Wutai with a kind face.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The first thing to do is to pay homage to the Buddha, but in the past few days, it was the young monk who neglected the three honored guests."

"I don't know why you come here, all the eminent monks of Mount Wutai?"

The three old monks didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly prostrated and saluted.

In that way, even if I met my teacher, it was nothing more than that.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The three young monks took the liberty to visit, but they disturbed the great monk's practice."

"It's just...it's just why is it such a Buddhist scene here?"

"Have you ever seen ghosts and Buddhas without faces?"

"Could it be...Could it be that he has been suppressed by the great monk with the unsophisticated Dharma?"

Hearing the words "Ghost Buddha Faceless", the little monk showed a thoughtful look.

After a long time, he was full of confusion.

"Namo Amitabha."

"This name is so familiar, but the poor monk can't remember where he heard it."

"Since the poor monk awakened from his stupor, he has saved a group of benefactors here."

"The ghost Buddha you mentioned has no face, but it never appeared."

The three old monks looked at each other, and a thought came to their hearts at the same time:

With the spirit of such a virtuous and eminent monk here, it seems that the Ghost Buddha Faceless has already been transformed by him unconsciously.

The three old monks bowed to the young monk in front of them again.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Since this is the case, then the young monk will leave first, and dare not disturb the big monk's teachings too much."

In this way, after the three old monks came out from under the Buddha statue, they have been meditating and enlightening in the hall.

Digest the Buddhist principles and dharma taught by the little monk these days.

Although Master Kongchan had worshiped the Buddha all his life, his heart was as calm as water, but he was still shocked by what the three old monks said.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The poor monk has practiced in Jinguang Temple for dozens of years, and he has never heard of such a thing."

"Isn't that legend back then true?!"

"Or there is something else hidden in it?"

The three old monks from Mount Wutai ignored Master Kongchan's shock and got up to bid him farewell.

"Since Brother Kong Chan is back, the three poor monks will return to Mount Wutai."

"What that... that great monk said is really like enlightenment."

"After I go back, I will have to retreat for several years to slowly understand."