Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 100 The decision of the beacon

After several months of construction in full swing.

The Mingdeng Temple, located in the south of the city, has been completed at this moment, and the incense is gradually restrained.

Because of the miraculousness of the monk Mingdeng.

The county magistrate of Qingyang City specially named the temple with the name of Master Mingdeng.

Not to mention.

The 81-petal black lotus was saved by the old monk for three days and three nights, but now it has become a twelve-petal golden lotus.

Its golden light is so shining that it can even shine brightly in the incense and prostration.

But now, that golden lotus is enshrined in the Daxiong Palace.

Anyone who goes to worship can see it.

It is precisely because of the miraculousness of the lotus that although the temple was completed late, there are still an endless stream of people who go to offer incense.

It vaguely feels like the first temple in Qingyang City!
The first time I went to this Mingdeng Temple.

Wei Yi can be considered to have really seen the appearance of such a temple with a lot of incense and incense in a heavy city.

I only saw that the whole temple was square.

A gate in the center can even allow a dozen people to enter side by side.

There are two Veda statues in front of the door.

It looks very majestic!
One after another, villagers and vendors shuttled around the Mingdeng Temple.

Everyone is carrying a small basket.

It contains fruits, vegetables and incense candles.

Before entering the door, I saw dense incense gathering over the entire temple.

There was a lot of smoke.

It also adds a bit of mystery to the newly built temples.

Step through the gate.

I only saw the gate looking straight ahead, and there was a huge tripod.

There are countless incense sticks in it.

There are believers all the time, offering incense and prostrating around.

Look towards the mural on the wall.

Vaguely, one of the vajra guards seemed to be blinking at Wei Yi.

But upon closer inspection, he found that it was just a cold stone, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

"This temple is really amazing."

"None of the few people who participated in the extermination of demons were fuel-efficient lamps."

"It seems that this lamp mage also has an extraordinary background!"

Step on the footsteps and walk towards the Daxiong Palace.

Not sure what happened.

Among the many people who offered incense, none of them noticed Wei Yi.

Moreover, as he walked forward, the group of people subconsciously separated, but each of them felt at ease.

As if doing so has to be normal.

Once you enter the Daxiong Palace.

There were countless voices of kowtowing and wishing inside:
"Buddha, bless our family well."

"Bless us to get over it."

"Goddess of Mercy, Goddess of Mercy, bless my granddaughter-in-law to have another child."

"..."

Although the sounds of wishing one after another were very soft, they all reached Wei Yi's ears.

Seeing that everyone is very devout.

Wei Yi shook his head helplessly:
"Sure enough, every line is not easy to do."

"If Pindao were to face this nagging sound of wishing all day long, his heart would probably collapse."

Don't pay attention to these people outside.

Wei Yi looked at the twelfth-grade golden lotus enshrined in the Daxiong Hall and held by the Buddha.

Following the chatter of the crowd.

As the incense burns in this treasure hall.

He discovered that the power of incense was gradually absorbed by the golden lotus and engraved in it.

On the outside, it bloomed with glory following the chanting of everyone, as if the Buddha had manifested himself!
"Heh... Buddhism is indeed extraordinary."

"Just this method of using the power of incense and fire is enough to call it a must!"

Just as Wei Yi was praising the golden lotus, a skinny old monk in cassock suddenly came out.

He walked towards Wei Yi, holding a rosary in his hand, and said softly:
"Namo Amitabha ~"

"Golden lotus is just an appearance, and the fireworks in the world are the essence."

"It's a small trick, and the Taoist chief laughed at it."

When he said this, he gently waved his hand to the side, and then said:
"It's okay, please tell the priest in the backyard."

Hearing Monk Mingdeng's invitation, Wei Yi followed him through the Daxiong Palace, and then walked towards the backyard.

The backyard is very big.

After all, it is intended to be a residence for monks. If it is not big, it cannot support a temple with dozens or hundreds of people.

however.

When Wei Yi walked into the backyard, he found that not only he came to our backyard.

The sorcerer and the Taoist who slew demons and demons together that day were also invited here for tea.

And one of the most conspicuous.

It's still the flirtatious Chen Dongxing who always wears a purple robe no matter when and where.

At this moment, this group of people is drinking tea and chatting under a very large bodhi tree that has been transplanted.

Seeing Wei Yi, Chen Dongxing laughed and said:

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist to be the last one to come, and Pindao thought he was the most important person."

"It seems that Pindao really overestimates himself."

Hearing his self-mockery, Wei Yi couldn't help but say:
"Excessive modesty is hypocrisy."

"Fellow Daoist is very proud of the spring breeze now. You must have researched a lot of magic spells from the body of that ghost and god?"

Hearing Wei Yi's words, Chen Dongxing unconsciously showed a smile.

However, as he was talking, Wei Yi changed his words and turned directly to the apology Chen Dongxing promised:

"Seeing fellow daoist being so proud of himself, the poor daoist is naturally relieved, but I don't know what kind of surprise fellow daoist is talking about?"

"As the saying goes, goose feathers are sent thousands of miles away, but affection is more important than gifts, so Pindao has always believed that giving gifts is not important, the most important thing is the heart."

Hearing Wei Yi's words, Chen Dongxing, who just showed a smile, froze immediately.

He was too embarrassed to take out the orb that he had buttoned in his sleeve at this moment.

Didn't you hear what people said?

Thousands of miles to send goose feathers, the gift is light and affectionate.

Do they want a gift, do they want your apology, what they want is a heart.

Can you come up with any flashy treasures for others?cannot!
The heart is the most important thing!
Thinking of this, Chen Dongxing glanced at Wei Yi's very solemn look, and felt his head twitch.

Made, this is simply the enemy of life.

I didn't expect that besides him, there were people in this world who could bargain in such an upright manner.

Absolutely!
Ever since, he twitched his slightly stiff face, and then showed a very bold smile:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Fellow Daoist said it well! Sure enough, we have a tacit understanding, and the poor Taoist also thinks that the heart is the most important thing."

"Now this is on the land of Master Mingdeng. Let's discuss our affairs later, otherwise, it will be disgusting."

Seeing Chen Dongxing's insincere smile, Wei Yi burst into laughter in his heart.

However, he did not express it:
"Yes, yes, fellow daoist is right."

"Now in this Mingdeng Temple, we are all guests."

"Let's listen to what the abbot has to say first."

Several people were talking, and slowly sat down on the stone bench next to it.

The stool is very smooth.

It can be seen that the craftsmen who polish it are very serious.

At this moment, Master Mingdeng's words shocked everyone three times:

"Namo Amitabha ~"

"The poor monk's time is approaching, the reason why I invited you here is to be a witness."

Hear this.

The few people who were chatting just now were shocked, and then they all looked at the old monk in shock.

The Taoist closest to Master Mingdeng grabbed his hand with one hand, and placed it on the table to feel his pulse.

"Ok?"

Then the Taoist frowned.

"Is the oil running out?"

"how could this be?"

"How can a mere 81-petal black heart lotus cause such serious damage to fellow daoists?"

This black heart lotus is also graded.

81 petals is just the beginning, and then there are one hundred and eight, 360 five and so on.

Every time you upgrade to a level, there will be very magical changes.

According to legend, there is a magic lotus with more than ten thousand petals in the Tianmo sect to suppress luck.

I don't know if this is true or not.

Hearing his inquiry, Master Mingdeng just shook his head, and then explained:

"Everything is done voluntarily by the poor monk."

"All of these are just the obsession in the poor monk's heart, and now it can be regarded as the Tao fruit will be achieved."

"Fellow Taoists should congratulate the poor monk."

Looking at the eyes of several people seeking knowledge, Master Mingdeng did not hide anything:
"Since I can remember, the poor monk has been traveling the rivers and lakes with his family teacher."

"So I also understand the pain of being a loose person who has no power and no power, and can only drift in the rivers and lakes."

"So since the death of the master, the poor monk secretly made a promise in his heart that he must pass on the line of the poor monk."

"Master's Dharma veins must be magnified."

"The Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and it can save the world. The Buddha has no desires but people have feelings. Now that there is an opportunity, the poor monk will naturally not let it go."

Wei Yi's eyes were bright silver, and after glancing at Monk Mingdeng, he said:
"Inheriting the Dharma lineage and saving the world, you should recruit disciples and pass on your thoughts. Why is your physical condition so bad?"

And there's one thing he didn't say clearly.

That's Master Mingdeng, who doesn't even have a trace of luck at this moment!

After Wei Yi finished speaking.

Chen Dongxing also looked at the old monk in front of him solemnly, and then said:
"Even the true spirit is locked in the flesh by people using Taoism."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

After hearing what Chen Dongxing said, the other two people realized the seriousness of the matter.

They all stared at the monk in front of them.

However, facing the eyes of four people and facing such a great pressure, the monk Mingdeng did not change his face:
"Building a temple that is full of incense is only a few decades of glory, and the poor monk doesn't want to do that."

"So, I would like to ask fellow Taoists to be witnesses that today the poor monk passed on the mantle to the poor monk's chief disciple, Liaochen."

"When the time comes, Mingdeng Temple will build bridges and pave roads to benefit the world, and I would like to ask fellow Taoists to make it easier."

"In this way, the poor monk can safely go to the west to see the master."

After finishing speaking, the monk Mingdeng drooped his eyelids, and then said nothing.

There was a moment of silence under the bodhi tree.

but.

Chen Dongxing, who was silent just now, suddenly raised his head at this moment, and then looked at the old monk in front of him in shock:
"Burning bones and flesh, locking the soul, scattering the relics, completing the meritorious deeds, building bridges and paving roads, and helping the world!"

"You want to build the Gongde Bridge and build the Immortal Road, no wonder, no wonder~"

"..."

(End of this chapter)