Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 246 Another Generation Inheritance
Just now.

Hearing the nine bells and feeling that this was the Buddha's light coming from the Daxiong Palace, Wei Yi and Wei Yi looked at each other.

Afterwards, Chen Dongxing said with a smile:

"Buddhism's method of thought power is indeed a bit of a way."

"The two of us haven't been here for many years. It's really amazing that we can still remember us now."

The last time they came, it seemed to be the same welcome.

It's just that there was no such enthusiastic response last time, after all, the twelve golden lotuses had just bloomed at that time.

Experienced the edification of a Jiazi.

The twelfth-grade golden lotus above the Daxiong Palace seems to have achieved something.

In this scene, Wei Yi couldn't help laughing and said:
"Since the invitation has been sent out, let's go in and have a look."

"You can't live up to others' good intentions, can you?"

After finishing speaking, the two of them walked towards the Daxiong Palace together.

however.

Before the two of them got close.

I saw the rapid assembly of many monks in the entire temple.

And just outside the temple.

Some people who saw the soaring Buddha's light were not playing at the moment, but knelt on the ground one by one, muttering to themselves.

It seems to be praying for blessings or something.

However, the most tense thing in the whole temple still depends on most of the monks.

"Hurry up!"

"Everyone come to the Daxiong Hall!"

"..."

Regardless of whether they are monks or monks, at this moment, they are all described as walking anxiously towards the main hall.

Don't say it yet.

Although it has experienced 60 years of glory, the entire Mingdeng Temple has not become decayed, but it looks like a little ancient temple.

None of the monks are obese.

Most of them look a little skinny.

Especially some literati monks, they all wear cassocks, and they really look like ascetic monks.

Look over carefully.

Most of the monks are very thin, and even look a little thin.

But this does not mean weak.

It does not mean that they are fake monks.

On the contrary, compared to their thin bodies, the wisdom in their eyes seems to be the most important.

This is the kind of person you don't necessarily talk to.

Just by looking into their eyes, one will be struck by the wisdom and kindness contained in their eyes.

have to say.

Although Wei Yi and Chen Dongxing came here with the attitude of playing.

However, when he didn't see the various situations in this temple, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Especially Chen Dongxing, who is the master of Dharma veins, understands how hard it takes to develop an ordinary temple into this.

After everyone gathered, they saw a skinny old man wearing a bright red brocade cassock walking out quickly.

next moment.

He led all the cultural relic monks in the Daxiong Hall, and quickly greeted them outside.

Obviously, looking at their direction, isn't that the position of Wei Yi and the others?

Soon, the two groups quickly gathered in the square outside.

Seeing this momentum, the other people around had already avoided it, and even hid behind other things to observe quietly.

Therefore, Wei Yi and Chen Dongxing standing here are very conspicuous.

Seeing the group of monks running over from afar, Wei Yi pointed at Chen Dongxing and said with a smile:
"Isn't this coming?"

Although those monks looked very thin and weak, they ran really fast.

In a short time, dozens of people in Wuyang had arrived beside Wei Yi.

The skinny old man at the front took a step forward, and said a Buddhist name to Wei Yi:
"Namo Amitabha ~"

"The poor monk has left the dust, and welcome the two priests~"

When he said this, Liaochen couldn't help but sigh inwardly as he looked at the two young people in front of him.

These two are really immortals.

How many years have passed, and he has changed from a young monk to an old monk, but these two are still young.

Looking at the skinny old man in front of him, Wei Yi nodded, and then said:
"Pindao is here to visit Fellow Daoist Bright Lantern."

"I also looked at Fellow Daoist Chen for guidance."

Hearing what Wei Yi said, Liao Chen naturally had nothing to do. He hoped that someone would remember Master.

Then he turned around and said to Wei Yi and the others:
"The two priests please come with the poor monk."

"Master's pagoda is in the backyard. If Master knows that there are friends coming to visit, he should be very happy."

After speaking, Liao Chen sent the many monks behind him back to do their work, and he personally took two young monks as tour guides, leading Wei Yi and the others to the backyard.

Of course.

Before going to the backyard, they also looked at the twelfth-grade golden lotus in the main hall.

Green smoke curled up in the hall.

A twelfth-grade golden lotus the size of a palm floated in the hands of the huge Buddha.

Soft light shines in all directions.

The monks who sat down and did their homework all felt warm, and the root cause of the disease was gradually eliminated.

Of course, what Wei Yi and the others saw was not the external performance.

He only saw Wei Yi suddenly glanced at Jin Lian. Although he only glanced at it, he could see through all kinds of things.

Everything is invisible in his eyes.

I saw that inside the little golden lotus, there seemed to be a world of gods and Buddhas.

Among them is the Buddha singing.

There are eighteen arhats, and the Sifang Bodhisattvas are guarding them.

Although it is only very illusory now, one can see the determination of the little monk Liaochen like a bright light.

His ambition is quite big!

Chen Dongxing naturally saw all the secrets in it, but he didn't choose to say it.

He just smiled, and then said to Liaochen:

"Fellow Daoist Liaochen is able to develop this temple so prosperously, he is really an extraordinary person."

"Pindao sees that there seems to be a lack of incense in Mingdeng Temple. If you need anything, just ask, and Pindao will help you."

"After all, Pindao also wants to see what kind of good fortune the power of faith in this Buddhist sect can have."

He himself is a person with supernatural powers, so he naturally doesn't care much about things like incense and mind power.

After hearing Chen Dongxing's words, Liaochen didn't show any surprise.

Just look at him still as before, with slightly lowered eyelids, just quietly leading the way:
"The poor monk thanked the Taoist priest."

Just after saying this sentence, Liao Chen didn't say anything to help.

I don't know if I already have a calculation in my heart, or I have some unavoidable scruples.

The two did not continue their discussion on this issue.

They don't care either.

After all, Chen Dongxing was interested only because he wanted to see what was going on.

What really matters is for the old monks in Liaocheng and the others.

After all, the Mingdeng monk back then was not a well-known orthodox family, and he did not guide them to the heavenly avenue of practice.

Cross the Daxiong Palace.

Several people were walking along the path on the mountain.

While walking, I also met a few young monks who were batching firewood to boil water one by one.

But still working at night, this is really a special temper.

Those civil and military monks who just greeted them are not ordinary monks.

Most of them have some status.

If the entire temple is really gathered together, it is estimated that there must be a few hundred or so.

Because the Mingdeng Temple at this moment has been expanded three to five times in size compared to when it was built.

You can even run horses in the courtyard.

Kung fu in a short while.

A person has already arrived at the back mountain of Mingdeng Temple.

Look around.

There are one after another pagodas in the back mountain.

Take a closer look.

There is only one big and thick pagoda, and it is alone among all the pagodas.

Obviously, this pagoda is the tomb of the old monk Mingdeng.

At this time, the old monk Liaochen saluted the two of them slightly, and then said softly:
"This moment is the tower forest of Mingdeng Temple."

"The innermost one is the pagoda of the master."

"The poor monk will leave first~"

After finishing speaking, he mainly led the young monks behind him, and retreated slowly towards the distance.

It seems that advances and retreats are well-founded, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

however.

Just after they left, Chen Dongxing's expression turned a bit playful:
"Little monk Liaochen is quite resourceful."

"In just 60 years, they have become the uncrowned kings with a radius of thousands of miles. I just don't know what method they used."

Wei Yi shook his head, just walked quietly in the pagoda forest, and after a while, he came to the biggest pagoda.

Looking towards the front of the pagoda.

I only saw a large number of incense candles next to the stupa, and it seemed that someone had sacrificed here.

Wei Yi changed hands and lit a few joss sticks, and after sticking those joss sticks on the ground, he said leisurely:

"If you want to achieve something in a short period of time, you must do extraordinary things."

"What is commendable in this Mingdeng Temple is nothing but the application of the power of thought and the method of the ultimate merit."

He glanced at the many towers in the distance, and then at the curling green smoke from the incense candle:
"There are many pagodas in this pagoda forest, but none of them have relics inside."

"All the pagodas are cloak mounds. It is natural to know what method was used."

"It's still the little monk Chen's skills~"

There are at least dozens of bone towers here, but none of them have bone relics.

This explains the problem very much.

Obviously, what the people of Mingdeng Temple did was all meritorious deeds.

In other words, to put it simply, spend money hard, build bridges and pave roads, and accumulate merit.

If this guy puts the dust in his previous life, he must be at least a heretic grand pope or something.

He can be regarded as a great educator if he can inherit his thoughts and carry them out so thoroughly.

Chen Dongxing also walked to the side of the pagoda, lit a few sticks of incense and stuck them on the ground.

Look at the many incense sticks.

Feeling the continuous gathering of incense and thoughts in the hall.

For a moment, the two of them looked at the pagoda and seemed to become a little silent.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The sky also became darker and darker.

In the silence, Chen Dongxing suddenly asked Wei Yi:

"Do you think this little monk can achieve his goal in the end?"

Hearing what Chen Dongxing said, Wei Yi seemed to be thinking a little bit, and then he only heard him say:
"Maybe we can achieve our goal."

"After all, Mingdeng Temple has a little bit of a big tree attracting the wind."

"If you want to develop further, if you want to seek further peace, then the plan for the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus must be on the way."

"Whether they can succeed or not depends on the abilities of their next generations of abbots."

"The gathering of beliefs does not happen overnight. Without the accumulation of several generations, it is basically difficult to accomplish anything."

"The ambition is indeed not small, it depends on whether they can maintain it in the end. If they can't keep it, they can only be used as wedding dresses..."

In ordinary temples, most of the time it is just an arhat that is enshrined.

However, among the incense and mind power of Mingdeng Temple, there are Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Shani, and monks.

This is to create a small paradise.

After lighting the incense, the two of them didn't go to the front yard again, but went to inform Chen or something.

After all, it's getting late now.

The reason why it was so lively before was because it was not too late just now, and there were still lights on.

Now that so much time has passed, it is estimated that the entire temple may have been completely quiet.

Going again at this time would be a bit annoying.

Ever since, the two of them slowly left from the other side of the mountain forest towards the distance.

however.

Before the two of them had completely left the area, they glanced back as if they had sensed something.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Yi also sighed leisurely:

"Western Paradise Bliss, Lord Buddha has returned to his place~"

Immediately afterwards, the two smelled the faint smell of burnt flesh in the air.

The same smell, they also smelled it decades ago, and it was even more intense than this!

After all, this temple needs to be suppressed.

It's just that I don't know how long the Mingdeng Temple can be passed on only by relying on such actions.

voluntary dedication ~

It's impossible for them to stop this kind of ideological action, right?
Foye?Devil?
Who can say for sure?

Just wait quietly for the answer of time, everything will be commented by later generations.

After seeing this scene and experiencing this scene again, the two of them no longer have any thoughts, and want to continue playing.

this day.

I don't know if I got to a certain point or what.

Wherever you go, you will die.

To be honest, this is indeed a bit awkward.

As a result, they went back home directly, and Wei Yi also followed Chen Dongxing back to his Five Rams Temple.

Stay in one place for two or three days.

It only took a few months to turn all the places down.

He can still afford to wait.

Silent all night.

It's just that at night, there seems to be a silvery white rope that hooks the bright moon in the sky from the ground.

The endless brilliance of the sun shines in all directions, and this mountain forest seems to have become more verdant.

The next day arrived.

The rooster crowing in the morning wakes up the sleeping people:
"Cuckoo~"

"..."

(End of this chapter)