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[Please select the time, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years, 5000 years...]

"...2000."

In an instant, thousands of years passed, and when Ji Mo looked outside again, the scene had completely changed. The scriptures selected as the examination works were beside him, but it was not a complete book, but many volumes, placed in the In a box, placed on a shelf.

This is where?

Has it fallen into the home of some collector again?

Ji Mo looked at the environment in the room. They were all objects related to Buddhism. There were most scriptures and books on the bookshelves. What makes people feel ashamed is still the paintings hanging on the wall. If I am not mistaken, isn’t that the Zen painting that I gave up in the pawnshop and commissioned by a certain eminent monk?

It is said that this kind of Zen painting has also created a genre, and many people imitated it later. Ji Mo himself has seen imitated paintings, how should I say it?

The composition of the picture is simple, and one person can draw it. The key is whether some details are in place and whether the Zen can be added.

But saying things like Zen is also very subjective, and it cannot be generalized. In short, there is a reason to like what you like, and it is not unreasonable to dislike it.

"My mother believes in Buddhism, and every year at the birthday banquet, there are many related items presented, which are all the wishes of the younger generation. As for whether there are any scriptures in it, I don't know."

Outside the door, a young man's voice could be heard.

"Amitabha, if the donor can make this trip, he should be blessed by God."

How vulgar is it to say what is true or false, just say kindness, no matter how much you praise it, it will not be false.

The young monk said such words with a faint smile on his face. His appearance was ordinary, but because of his bearing, he was particularly heart-wrenching.

"If the Zen master sees something, he can take it for himself. My mother has already said that these things must be handed down for generations. In the future, they will also be housed in temples so that they can enjoy the Buddha's light for a long time."

"Amitabha, good is good!"

The monk can only praise it. These things, not to mention the true or false value, are indeed a kindness.

With a "creak", the door opened, and the young man led the same young monk into the room. Seeing the huge amount of scriptures, even if he had heard that this family of Buddhist believers was collecting scriptures, he couldn't help being shocked. one time.

Seeing the monk's expression moved, the young man's face was full of pride, and he talked about the origin of these objects, which can be regarded as eloquent.

It focused on the source of the Zen paintings, and the pawnshop's circulation method is really clever. Ji Mo didn't notice which pawnshop was mentioned, he only said which one sent it, and then said it was The history of paintings compiled by Ji Mo for the pawnshop made Ji Mo silently ashamed, even if no one knew about it, it was a little embarrassing.

In addition, I will focus on some scriptures including the examination works selected by Ji Mo.

"In ancient times, there was a big temple named Fahua Temple. There were quite a lot of scriptures in the temple. There were even eminent monks who collected scriptures from all directions and gathered them in one temple. The temple was burned, the monks were slaughtered, and the remaining scriptures were thought to be turned into dust at the time. I never thought that someone who passed on the scriptures would quietly preserve the scriptures. After the Fahua Temple was rebuilt, these scriptures appeared in the world again, and then..."

The young man talked about the family who sent the scriptures here to celebrate his birthday, even though he concealed it, he still showed a bit of displeasure.

No wonder he didn't like it, this family actually destroyed a small temple because of these scriptures, which is no different from the tragedy of destroying Buddha back then.

This kind of scriptures, that is, their family only found out later, otherwise they really couldn’t be accepted at that time, and the scriptures stained with monk’s blood, wouldn’t they really be helping the evildoers if they collected them?

At the end, there was a sigh. When the young man talked about his mother’s hobby, he also felt a little helpless, “It’s a good thing for my mother to believe in Buddhism. It’s really not what my mother wants. I hope the Zen master will recite the scriptures twice more in the future.” Wen, I should only pray for those innocent people."

Most of the money of the rich and the rich is stained with the blood and sweat of the poor, and there is nothing to refute on this point.

It just depends on which family has a conscience and does not exploit people to the extreme.

"Amitabha Buddha, there is no sin in a good heart."

As for those who died out of kindness and suffered, they can only recite "Amitabha".

The monk didn't say much, and he would not comment on some things if he didn't see them.

The young man invited the monk in and asked him to look up the scriptures placed in the room at will. He said he still had something to do, so he would not accompany him here, and left.

After he left, the monk really started to look at the scriptures at random. Each scripture was roughly flipped through, and then he looked at the Zen paintings on the wall and took a closer look. Ji Mo saw that he was scratching the edges with his nails , then shook his head slightly, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "This is actually meeting the Patriarch."

After that, I stopped paying attention to those Zen paintings.

Ji Mo was taken aback when he heard that, this person... frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

At the end, the monk took away some scriptures, including the examination works chosen by Ji Mo, and Ji Mo followed him helplessly.

The monk took the scriptures to another house. After the servants who brought the scriptures had left, he took off his wide monk's robe, bare shoulders, and wore a short jacket, and began to process these scriptures. In the middle of processing, someone When I came to the house, I came in through another door.

It was only then that Ji Mo realized that this house was really not simple, not to mention the underground tunnels, but the places where Tibetans lived everywhere, it didn't look like a place that ordinary people would choose to live in.

That person came in from another entrance, unfortunately Ji Mo couldn't go around to look outside, but judging from the layout, maybe the entrance is different from the entrance here.

"But what good things did you get?" Someone came in and asked.

"Some scriptures are really ancient objects, but the price is hard to say. Even if you want to sell them, you have to go outside, farther away. Don't be found by this family again. It will not look good at that time."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, next time I go, I won't be a monk like you. Come on, estimate the price, and I'll find someone to sell it to."

"Okay, let me see."

The monk was actually a fake monk.

Ji Mo didn't think it was any surprise.

The two guys, who were obviously accomplices, started dinner after appraising the price. They ate chicken, drank wine, and chatted about the history of scriptures. It was obvious that the monk was explaining to that person.

"The family said they believe in Buddhism, but I'm not as good as me. At least I know the origin of this scripture is not what they said."

The monk opened his mouth to tell the story, but the history he talked about shocked Ji Mo. The king of the wheel, the rebellion of monks and soldiers?It's like a myth, especially the slogan at that time was "to build a Buddha kingdom in the sky", isn't this just a dream?

After hearing the monk talk about how the past dynasties have covered up this period of history, the "ignorance" of the young man will not be ridiculous.

"That means we weren't there at that time, otherwise, no matter how brothers are, how can we be a great general!"

"The bald general!"

After drinking too much, he swore his tongue and agreed.

These words are so vivid that Ji Mo has images in his mind. Although he doesn't know what it was like when Fahua Temple was exterminated, but...it's all over.

The fake monk's daily business is relatively busy. When he came to this city, he said he was here to spread the Dharma. He visited various houses, and every time he came out of those rich and noble families, he could bring something. For things that are obviously very valuable, such as some rare copies of famous paintings, I only took a few extra copies of the old scriptures.

Later, I went to various temples, claiming to donate scriptures, and gave these scriptures borrowed flowers to present Buddha to the temples. In fact, there was a handover in the middle, and valuable scriptures were secretly sold, and some worthless ones were bought. The scriptures were sent to the temple.

People outside who don't know the truth or falsehood don't think there is anything when they hear that he gave it to the temple after studying the scriptures. They have never doubted his identity as a fake monk.

In just a few days, Ji Mo saw his counterfeiting technique once, at that level, and suddenly thought of why he said he was the "Patriarch" after seeing the Zen painting. He was ashamed and ashamed. It is really embarrassing for the master to use the reverse engineering to make a fake.

[Please select the time, 3000 years, 4000 years, 5000 years, 6000 years...]

"3000."

In the last second, the tome that he had been looking at for a long time could not be sold because of its high value, which made the fake monk worry. In the next second, it was already a thousand years later.

This time, with the passage of time, many books have been lost, and the few remaining books are lonely, with a sense of withering.

"It's a pity that this set of books can't be completed in one volume."

Not all orphan copies are valuable. Buddhist scriptures are originally a small collection, and the scriptures that are not in a complete set are even more lonely and unpopular. Well, especially the value of Buddhist scriptures is far from being so sought after.

"No matter how much, I only have these. If you want to take it, take it away. If you don't want it, it's up to you."

The young man who took out the books put on an attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and his goatee was not good at talking. After discussing a few words with the people around him, he finally took these books and bought them for one year. Zhang IOU.

Ji Mo followed the goatee to a pawn shop, and when he entered, he encountered the familiar Zen painting again.

"But really?"

"It's true, but there are only a few volumes, which are really too few."

"Let's have less, let's get together with others, and it's more or less passable."

The shopkeeper of the pawn shop was frowning, obviously he also had his own embarrassment, and he was about to rely on these Buddhist scriptures to clear up the situation, "I have to hope that that person is really a Buddha."

After finishing this sentence, he sighed. Obviously, it is really hopeless to count on the kindness of the superior.