Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 243 Hemen Leopard (Second Update)
The old abbot squeezed the Zen stick in his hand and looked at He Jinzhao.

He Jinzhao pointed to Li Yuanwai who was on the side: "His family wanted to move the grave, so they asked a Feng Shui master to look at it.

As a result, a clay statue of Buddha appeared, and ran to that Fengshui treasure land overnight to occupy the land. Now the Li family not only wants to build a temple, but also to build a golden body. Do you know about this? "

"I don't know."

He Jinzhao took the paper loudspeaker and yelled at many people: "Do you know that the great virtuous man Li's cemetery appeared, and the Buddha statue went to the Fengshui treasure overnight?"

Thanks to Li Shanren's name and the fact that everyone believes in this kind of Buddha's manifestation, they are very clear about this matter.

During this period, the temple's publicity and secret fueling were indispensable.

Li Yuanwai also put on a smiling face in cooperation, but the trembling all over gave him away.

He only felt that he was trapped in the vortex and couldn't get out, but he was more angry with the temple.

Damn it, the temple occupies so much fertile land, and they came to deceive my old mother!
Li Yuanwai felt that the food in the temple was too ugly!
He Jinzhao laughed twice: "Old monk, do you think this clay bodhisattva can really manifest spirits?"

"If you are sincere, you will be wise!"

The monk Guangkai behind scolded angrily: "If you don't respect the Buddha, how can the Buddha bless you?"

"What a sincere heart!" He Jinzhao yelled at the crowd: "It seems that everyone believes that sincerity makes spirit."

"Yes, my mother often told me that sincerity leads to wisdom."

Li Yuanwai responded from the side, and many villagers also nodded.

After all, they ask the Buddha to do something, and if they fail to do something, the monk will say that you are not sincere.

How sincere?

Gotta pay more!
"Since the master said so, I will ask the Buddha statue to do me a favor." He Jinzhao pointed to the river not far away:

"I want to invite a Buddha statue to cross the river, so that I can sincerely worship Buddha, otherwise why should I believe in Buddha?"

The old monk held his Zen stick and said nothing.

He Jinzhao patted Li Yuanwai's shoulder: "I'll also let you see if the Buddha statue will walk to your grave by itself."

Li Yuanwai became more and more terrified, he had also heard the reputation of the hammer bandit He Jinzhao.

Many people were forcibly driven to the vicinity of the temple by the hammer bandits. Coupled with their respect for the Buddha, these people also took the initiative to come.

They believed that even if they were vicious hammer bandits, if they dared to do disrespectful things to the Buddha, they would be punished by the Buddha.

Because they worked so hard in this life, it was because they committed too many crimes in their previous life, so they were punished.

As long as you sincerely worship the Buddha in this life, you will be able to live a good life in the next life.

The sallow and emaciated common people, with their hard-earned money, still hope to "donate" the money to the temple in this life, and then avoid the suffering of the [-]th hell.

It has to be said that the poorer the people, or the richer the people, the minds are well grasped by the monks.

The poorer the place, the more this is the case. In this life, I am like a horse, and I hope to live in Rome in the next life.

This life is very rich and rich, and I hope that the next life will continue to be like this.

But how the hell is there a next life!

He Jinzhao is well aware of the extent of superstition. Even after the founding of New China, he has done a lot of work and put a lot of effort into breaking down superstition.

If something goes wrong, people will be bewitched and cause trouble under his own rule. Fortunately, the White Lotus Sect has gone to the Mongolian Huohuo people now.

Or even clean it up.

He Jinzhao saw many people coming to see the fun, so he said loudly:

"Please ask the abbot to invite a Buddha statue from the temple to cross the river."

Gao Yigong didn't care whether the abbot in front of him agreed or not.

Since the captain spoke, he directly sent someone to put a Buddha on the boat, then walked to the middle of the river and pushed the Buddha statue out of the boat.

A ripple appeared on the surface of the water, and then disappeared.

Gao Yigong came back with someone to row the boat again: "Captain, I carved a mark on the boat, and the Bodhisattva is in that position."

Seeing him talking like this, He Jinzhao smiled indifferently:

"Old monk, you said that clay bodhisattva, can it appear, come out of the river, and walk to the other side?"

"Congratulations to the benefactor, you are not a person who worships the Buddha, so naturally it will not be effective."

"So, the more people know how to worship the Buddha, the more effective they will be?"

Hearing He Jinzhao's loud questioning, the abbot nodded naturally.

"Folks, I want to ask you, who is the most sincere in worshiping Buddha?"

"I'm a monk from the temple." Li Yuanwai answered without thinking.

After all, people rely on this for food.

He couldn't understand the profound Dharma every day. Every time he came with his mother, he felt that it was unfathomable, and he went back to educate himself on Dharma.

Li Dashan's words were naturally echoed by the people around him.

"Yeah!"

He Jinzhao heard the response from the common people and the triumphant smiles on the faces of several monks. He pointed to the monk Guangkai beside him:

"Since it is the monk in the temple who worships the Buddha most sincerely, I also ask this master to help me send a message to the Bodhisattva in the river, hoping that he can cross the river with his spirit."

As soon as He Jinzhao finished speaking, several strong men came out and dragged Monk Guangkai, who was brightly dressed and fat, to the river.

The abbot tightened his grip on the Zen stick in his hand.

Then I saw Monk Guangkai being thrown high and taken to the boat, and thrown into the middle of the river where the boat was marked.

This time, the ripples on the river surface were much larger than those of the Buddha statue.

Immediately afterwards, the river surface also returned to calm.

Many common people talked about it, and they had heard about this Master Guangkai.

I heard that his Dharma is profound, and he must be able to persuade Bodhisattvas to appear in the water.

The villagers looked eagerly at the river with a look of longing!
But the monks with fat heads and big ears were trembling with fright.

Many thin and small monks also heard that those masters had profound Buddhist teachings and that the Buddha statues appeared, so they went to Li Dashan's geomantic treasure at night.

This kind of thing is easy to believe.

These low-level monks also want to open their eyes, after all, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

It's the same way to call a fox, Da Chuxing, and a fish belly dissection.

Superstition is so easy to confuse people without more education.

Even with a higher education, Emperor Jiajing was obsessed with cultivating immortals.

On the contrary, some monks touched their bald heads, wondering if this is reliable?
Ji Gui, the dog-headed military strategist at the side, immediately felt that the lord did something familiar, but he couldn't remember where it came from.

"Hey, what's going on, Master Guangkai, why hasn't he come out? Could it be that he didn't persuade the Bodhisattva?"

He Jinzhao casually pointed to the great monk beside him: "I would like to ask this great master to persuade you too, so that the clay bodhisattva will appear quickly, and the villagers will be watching here!"

"Yes."

Li Yuanwai suddenly became energetic. To be honest, he didn't want to give away his family's three acres of fertile land. He had to build a temple and cast a golden body for the clay Buddha.

How much does it cost?
"Yeah, what's going on?"

Many folks who worshiped the Buddha also made comments, if your temple is not effective, why do people worship you?
(End of this chapter)