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Looking at the people swarming outside the temple, and the astonished gazes of those noble scholars beside him, I just felt dizzy for a while after reciting the method.He had heard the rumors about Liang Feng's beauty, and he knew the master's intention of inviting him, but he never imagined that this man could have such great magic power, making the people of Jinyang go crazy!

Not only does he have this face, but he also has the name of a Buddha in his dreams!In this way, wouldn't the painstakingly organized Fa Conference become a marriage for someone?

Nianfa couldn't help turning his head and looking at Master.Unexpectedly, the old monk's complexion did not change, he stepped forward, and saluted Wang Wen who was the first to climb the steps: "Wang Zhongzheng is here, I am very lucky."

Wang Wen didn't expect the abbot to go out to greet him, so he hurriedly said: "The abbot is very polite. How can I not be here for the grand event of the Dharma conference?"

After the two met the ceremony, Liang Feng also climbed the last step and stood beside Wang Wen.

The old monk turned his face, looked him up and down, and suddenly bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master Liang."

This thank you was far beyond the usual etiquette, and everyone around him was in an uproar.Liang Feng was also taken aback for a moment, then bowed to the ground with both hands, "Thank you abbot."

One line of monk etiquette, one line of vulgar etiquette, two words of thanks, the Tao has been tempered, and countless lives have been lost.Unreasonable, but affectionate.Under the steps, countless people knelt down with tears in their eyes, saying "Nanwu", and the Buddha's name resounded throughout the world.

The old monk stood up slowly and made a "please" gesture: "All benefactors, please observe the ceremony in the temple."

Liang Feng stood up straight, listened to the resounding Buddha's chant, and saw the approving gazes of everyone in front of him, he couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.This old monk really knew how to grasp the situation, and with just a salute, he drew people's attention away and turned to the Buddha and the dharma assembly.But he doesn't care, isn't it just for the Fa conference that he came here today?

Following Wang Wen, he stepped into Huai'en Temple.

This temple was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty, not very long ago, but the momentum is not small.Although the ceremony is grand, there are temples inside and outside the temple.Outside the temple are just incense candles with precious lids, but inside the temple are prayer flags fluttering and fragrant mist.The monks were dressed in dharma robes and held dharma utensils, and they were indescribably solemn.

Under such an oppressive religious atmosphere, several people took their seats in the elegant seats in the main hall.The most proficient is an old man, dressed as a Yanju, and his identity cannot be seen.Below them are the elders of Zhong and Pei, followed by Wang Wen.The women with the veiled hats sat at the table.Liang Feng sat next to Wang Wen on the side seat, glanced at the old man at the top, and guessed where this person came from.But at this time, no one introduced him.

After the guests were seated, the abbot walked into the main hall, knelt in front of the futon, and paid homage to the golden Buddha in the main hall. Then he got up, walked to the altar, and rang the golden drum on the table.

With the sound of the golden drum, the big bell in the temple rang, cymbals, wooden fish, and copper chimes sounded one after another, and the Sanskrit sound was loud.Sitting upright in the main hall, one can feel that the world is trembling with the sound of music, the outside of the hall is brightly lit, the inside of the hall is smoky with incense, the Buddha holds flowers and lowers his eyes, with a smile on his lips, indescribably merciful.Drum music surrounds the whole body, everywhere is Buddha singing, and everywhere is fairy sound.

This shocking effect is not something ordinary people can resist.The two old women sitting at the top trembled immediately, and gently stretched the cloth towels into the hood, as if they were wiping away their tears.Wang Wen clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.Liang Feng couldn't help admiring inwardly, the Buddhist ceremony is really extraordinary, no wonder there are so many believers.

Fanle rang for a full quarter of an hour before gradually disappearing.The abbot dipped a willow branch in the golden bowl in front of him, and sprinkled the rootless water to the sky.Then he unfolded the scriptures in front of him and began to chant the prayers for breaking the fast.

The confession is simple and elegant, with gorgeous rhetoric.The main thing is to thank the Buddha for his kindness, to praise the generosity of all the donors, and to make a great promise to save the souls of the dead who died in the epidemic.It is rare that the confession is written neither flattering nor contemptuous.Every word is precious and appropriate.The few benefactors present nodded their heads repeatedly and showed smiles on their faces, obviously enjoying the compliment very much.

After the long confession was over, the abbot rang the Dharma chime in front of him, and the sound of chanting resounded again.

This time, it lasted another quarter of an hour.In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed before the opening ceremony was completed, and the abbot turned around and returned to the main seat in the main hall.In any case, he is an old man in his 70s and [-]s. He stood for half an hour and read such a long and awkward confession. It is rare for this old monk to not blush or breathe, and order his friends to offer tea to the benefactors. .

After everyone had finished drinking the tea, he said, "There is a great epidemic in Jinyang City. Fortunately, the Buddha dreamed and pointed out that Wang Zhongzheng was in the middle to turn around. All the benefactors are generous and generous. Only then can the whole merit be achieved. Now the epidemic has been eliminated, and the merits are immeasurable. The temple wishes Reshape the golden body of the Buddha, hold a large-scale Dharma meeting and chant sutras for three days, and save the souls of the dead."

Everyone has known about this for a long time, and now that I say it again so solemnly, there is naturally only one intention: to ask for money.

Wen Xian knew the elegant meaning, and the old man sitting at the top twisted his beard and said: "Buddha is merciful! I would like to donate 20 yuan to save the souls of the dead."

The abbot replied humbly: "Thank you, Captain."

20 yuan is not a small amount. What is the origin of this captain?Liang Feng was even more suspicious.But the donation has already started, so there is no room for him to be distracted.

Immediately afterwards, the scribes, the Zhong family and the Pei family donated [-] yuan each, and Wang Wen represented the Wang family, just like the two clans.These few people represent Jinyang's top elites.Then Guo, Sun, Wen and Yu all donated [-] qian, obviously less wealthy than the previous ones.

Because it is an elegant seat in the hall, there are very few people who are qualified to attend, and in a short while, all the donations in front will be finished.Everyone's eyes fell on Liang Feng who was beside Wang Wen.According to his status, he should also donate [-] yuan.But can a white Tinghou who is plainly dressed and can only ride in a light car come up with so much money?

Amid the worried or curious gazes of the crowd, Liang Feng stood up calmly, bowed and said: "This time, the origin is due to the Buddha's dream. I have specially prepared a few things, and I would like to enshrine them in front of the Buddha's altar."

Hearing this, many people showed good-natured smiles.It is only said that Liang Feng chose a tricky method, donating goods instead of money and food, that is to say, it is all decent, and it will not be rude.However, when Liang Feng took the wooden box from the servant and took out something from it, many people gasped.

It was a lotus flower cup, divided into upper and lower layers.The upper layer is a bowl, like a newly blooming bud; the lower layer is a plate, like a lotus leaf stretching.The two are integrated, finely crafted, shiny and lustrous, obviously good porcelain.Surprisingly, this lamp turned out to be white!

All of you here are rich and powerful, which one does not have porcelain?All kinds of porcelain in the world are more expensive than kilns.All that can be put on the table is Yue Kiln celadon.A Yue kiln celadon furnace is often a status symbol of dignitaries.But who has ever seen such a white porcelain lotus flower cup?

Although it wasn't translucent and white, that lamp was indeed bluish-white in color, and there were some dull glazes with uneven color at the bottom of the plate.However, the slight flaws in the white jade can't make the lotus cup lose its color. On the contrary, it has a bit of silt and unstained elegance, which makes it more attractive.

It is not uncommon for such a lotus flower cup to sell for [-] yuan, and it is even more pious to use it to worship the Buddha!

Liang Feng didn't seem to hear the sound of the air-conditioning. After gently putting down the lamp, he opened another box and took out five volumes of scriptures.

"This is the entire volume of the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra". I heard this sutra in my dream, and now I return it to the Buddha."

This time, even the monks in the hall were all moved.They have more or less heard the anecdote of passing through dreams, but only a very small number of people have seen the real scriptures.Now that Liang Feng is generously offering it, how can it not make people's hearts agitated?Even the abbot himself put his palms together and worshiped the scripture three times before taking it with both hands.

Both of these are treasures that cannot be calculated with money. When everyone in the palace looked at Liang Feng again, they completely lost the contempt and pity just now. In addition, the spectacular scene of thousands of people following him gave him a shimmering halo. .The Buddha is in a dream, who can still have doubts? !

At this time, Liang Feng turned around and bowed to everyone sitting in the elegant seat: "The last thing is a merciless request. I have seen countless refugees who left their homes because of hunger and cold all the way from the Liang residence. In the city of Jinyang, there are thousands of Li and common people who lined the road and kowtowed, only praying for the Buddha to avoid disasters and bless them. The Dharma assembly can save countless ghosts from the underworld. Who will save the hungry, lonely and old in the world? The paper of scriptures is exchanged for rice and grain, and it is donated to the suffering people in the city."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.Use paper for food to relieve the poor?In fact, big households also have charitable acts of porridge donation. When encountering disasters and epidemics, they will set up porridge farms, but very few people regard it as a gift.But think about it, they are willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to save ghosts, why can't they spend some money and food to save living people?

On the side, Mrs. Guo, who was wearing a veiled hat, suddenly said, "I would like to exchange fifty stones of millet for Liang Langjun's Buddhist scriptures."

Although the old lady Guo is old, her family status is not extremely high. It is very rude to speak rashly at this time.However, after everyone was stunned, they suddenly realized another thing.This paper is the Buddhist scripture paper produced by the Liang Mansion!With the favor of the Buddha in his dream, will this scripture paper also be full of vows, and can protect the family?The Guo family lost two young sons during this epidemic. Could it be because of this that Mrs. Guo couldn't wait to ask for this paper?

Immediately, some people became annoyed, such a good opportunity, why didn't they think of it before?It's just fifty shi of rice grain, so it's nothing to them!Now that someone has snatched it away, no matter how high your status is, it's hard to ask another price.

Sure enough, Liang Feng happily bowed to Madam Guo: "Thank you Madam for your kindness. After the Dharma conference, I will send someone to deliver the Buddhist scriptures."

After finishing speaking, he turned to face the abbot again: "I'm about to leave Jinyang in the next few days. I wonder if I can ask Huai'en Temple to donate the fifty stones of rice grain?"

Oh!It was only at this time that I realized how to read the method, what a pity!If the fifty shi of rice and grain were transported to Huai'en Temple and given by the temple, the poor would surely appreciate Liang Feng and Guo's kindness.But the rice grain will always run out, if it runs out and the temple stops giving relief, then the foolish people who don't know the world will hate Liang Feng?I'm afraid not, but I would blame the monks for being stingy and unwilling to save people.In this case, wouldn't giving never stop?How much rice, grain and firewood will be posted in the temple?

Of course the abbot can think of anything that can be thought of in the Dharma, but the old monk did not hesitate, just nodded slightly, and recited a passage: "Bodhisattvas should live in the Dharma without dwelling in the practice of giving; Abide by sound, fragrance, touch and give. Subhuti, a bodhisattva should give like this, and not stay in form. Why? If a bodhisattva does not stay in form to give, his merit is immeasurable. What Liang Benefactor does is exactly giving without form, which is a great blessing With great virtue and great wisdom, how can this monastery refuse it?"

What the old monk recited was exactly a passage from the Diamond Sutra.It means that when giving alms, there should be no coloring, and no thought of repaying favors.Only by keeping in mind the idea of ​​doing good and helping others at all times can we obtain the greatest retribution and achieve the bodhisattva body.

This is the Buddhist theory of Zen music. How can all the disciples here who love Buddhism not understand it?Everyone nodded and nodded, feeling enlightened.

Unexpectedly, the old monk was able to return a tall hat, smoothing things over for him, and Liang Feng also saluted with a smile.Whatever the explanation, his purpose has been accomplished.With the price set by the Fa Conference, if someone comes to ask for scripture paper in the future, they will have to pay at the price of one thousand pieces and fifty shi.This is simply like grabbing money out of Ming Dynasty, but it is so elegant and has no smell of money. Don't those high-ranking families flock to it?

And promised to donate rice and food for the next generation, Huai En Temple can't just be a brave man who swallows money and food, but also spits out some money and food in moderation, and donates porridge and rice.I don't know how many people can live with the money and food left between the fingers.To have such a result, it is not in vain to put in effort to put on a show today.

With a modest smile, Liang Feng sat back in his original seat.

The presiding officer clasped his palms together and bowed again: "Since the Buddha's destiny refers to the first volume of scriptures for transcendence, use this "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra"."

When the two monks heard the words, they immediately stood around and unfolded the volume of scriptures that Liang Feng had sent.The old monk took a light breath and began to recite.His voice is not clear, on the contrary, it is a little hoarse and dry, but when he reads the scriptures, he has a charming charm that directly touches people's hearts.The "Diamond Sutra" translated by Kumarajiva is extremely exquisite, with beautiful diction, sophisticated language, and mysterious and profound, which suits the taste of Jin people.Now let the old monk read it slowly, it is even more intoxicating.

The Zen sound was faint, and the fragrant mist shrouded it. Liang Feng also slowly closed his eyes and listened quietly.