The gods who travel between the two worlds

Chapter 34
The fact that Jing Yan manifested supernatural powers really shocked everyone, especially the people of Ci'en Temple. Facing such a "miracle", they immediately strengthened their determination to continue to practice with Master Jing Yan, especially Guangde, The originally restless heart directly turned into deep admiration for the abbot.

And this directly made everyone in Ci'en Temple pay homage to the presiding abbot who was already of extraordinary prestige.

As for the nearby people who witnessed the incident that day, they rushed to spread the story of the Buddha's light saving people in the Ci'en Temple, which made the spread of the incident unexpectedly fast, and even the officials were shocked. Waiting for someone to stop the surging crowd in time, I am afraid that the threshold of Ci'en Temple will be stepped down that day.

Inside the Ci'en Temple.

"Because of the sudden incident today, there were bad guys watching from the side with malicious intentions. The old monk had no choice but to show some supernatural powers..." the presiding officer Jingyan sat at the head of the living room next to the Daxiong Hall, and said to the monks.

"And today I heard the tone of those gangsters, it seems that they are using the banner of Song Jiucheng, but this person has already taken refuge in Father Xu, the cross in the city, and has a great background. Without this person's instruction, these gangsters are now Those who dare not show their heads... It must be that this person intends to take advantage of the situation to suppress my Buddhist temple!"

Master Jingyan, who presided over the matter, slowly analyzed the true nature of the matter, and beside him, the senior disciple who was the presiding abbot Zhenxing heard about it, and immediately took over the conversation first.

"What the master said is very true. According to my disciples, although this person's temptation was resolved by the master's magical powers, after all, it was just a few entrustments who came to make trouble. If we follow this person's nature, I am afraid that he will be killed later. If Father Xu came, it would be even worse..."

Hearing this, although Zhen Xing's words were not exhausted, but the monks of the lower generation beside him already had some guesses about the various situations in the future. nodded.

"It's not urgent. Song Jiucheng certainly has a grudge against our monastery, but now that the poor monk has shown his tricks, even if Father Stacey, who claims to be the first to receive divine enlightenment, comes to me, the old monk will never back down. The reason..." Jing Yan, the presiding officer, listened to the analysis of several disciples, but smiled. Speaking of which, their Ci'en Temple and this Mr. Song are indeed old acquaintances, but in terms of contradictions, they are actually the same as each other. It was caused by the business competition between them, but what I didn't expect was that this person was so narrow-minded.

The grievances between them are also simple to say.

Think about it, in the past, if there was any funeral or other funeral in the local area, most people would just invite the local Fengshui master. Taking over the next move, that is, doing the super-delivery ceremony, there is a clear distinction between the two sides.

But in the end, there was a lot of trouble, but if it was said that it was breaking the rules and interfering in other people's business without authorization, it was this person who first caused it. This bowl of rice is still doing my part.

Therefore, this has accumulated contradictions, which has led to the fact that Mr. Song now wants to take revenge when he gains power in the first day of junior high school.

Even if there are no extraordinary events today, they will come sooner or later.

While thinking about these past memories, Jing Yan, as the presiding officer, is naturally very clear. A short contact at the moment can pinpoint the suspect, and since he received the Dharma from the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in his dream, he has already Stepped into the realm of practice.

For this kind of causal relationship involving oneself, there is an extraordinary sensitivity. It is not mysterious at all who is behind the scenes.

After talking about the private affairs and returning to the official business, Master Jing Yan looked at the eager and curious eyes of many monks, even with a smile, he knew that it was time to answer the monks' questions.

"You are all disciples of my Buddhist sect. I want to be curious about where the old monk's supernatural powers come from?"

Seeing everyone's expressions, Master Jingyan didn't hide much, but explained to his disciples: "Since ancient times, in our world, two major events have been very important, which are related to the survival of our practice...

The first one is that the ancient emperor Ming Zhong, Li, and Judi Tiantong. No more ghosts and gods. "

"However, the way of heaven is difficult, and the blessings and misfortunes are unknown. This time the world has a sign of the rising sun again. Therefore, the Wuhua Immortal was born before, and the Western angels and demons descended later. There is also Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva enlightening the old monk, and the legend The purpose of cultivating is to clean up all the evil karma in the world...

This is the so-called cycle of yin and yang, whether it is a sign of prosperity..."

While speaking, Jing Yan began to explain to everyone in detail what is the method of Buddhist practice. The first step is meditation, also known as wisdom and experience, knowing all sentient beings, minds, and behaviors.

Today's Master Jing Yan is in this state, but it is only after years of accumulated reading, coupled with being enlightened by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva overnight, that this is a matter of course.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva warned me that practice in this world is still a desert at this time, and it is not appropriate for me to rush too fast, but it was not when all practice was banned back then. You disciples, after you go back, it is advisable to observe Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva True image, if you carefully ponder the Bodhisattva's sincerity in saving suffering and suffering, then one thought will be clear, and you will be able to get the Bodhisattva's blessing, and then your practice will be successful..."

While speaking, he took a scripture book by his side, and everyone could see it clearly. There were several large characters "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vow Sutra" written on it.

"If you work hard to comprehend, ponder deeply, and visualize the true image of the Bodhisattva, if you can conclude that the hell of the Bodhisattva is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha, save all sentient beings, and uphold the true meaning of Bodhi's great wish, then the state of meditation will be nothing more than Between the fingers!"

As soon as these words came out, all the monks were overjoyed, but before they could get any better, Master Jing Yan poured another basin of cold water on the excited and proud people.

"Remember, when observing and practicing, you must put an end to the thoughts of right and wrong among demons, otherwise you will inevitably go to the Yinshan Hell where the Bodhisattva sits..."

Speaking of this, even the old monk Jingyan shuddered subconsciously, and the monks below were all surprised when they saw it.

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city.

"A bunch of idiots, you can't do things reliably, what use are you for!" Song Jiucheng hung up the phone abruptly, and cursed a few more times while speaking, but then he also reacted.

"Damn it, this kind of Buddhism actually has a skill, this is not good, if the surname Xu finds out that I have a conflict with Buddhism... No, no, I am targeting heretics for the glory of God, it should be It is meritorious!"

After thinking about it, Song Jiucheng felt that it was not safe enough. He sat on a chair beside him, pondered for a while, and then murmured to himself: "Although he is a heretic, if he offends me now, I'm afraid that the teacher behind the Buddhist sect will ask for his sin. Xu probably won't be able to keep me... I have to re-establish a good relationship with them..."

"Jingle Bell!"

Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, suddenly, another familiar phone rang, which instantly brought Song Jiucheng back to his senses.

"what happened?"

"……What did you say?"

Hearing the sound, Song Jiucheng let go of the phone in an instant. Immediately, he couldn't care less and rushed outside.

"Damn it, Cao is so smart, why has he started to meddle in my family's affairs..." Annoyed, Song Jiucheng called a few more familiar people.

Only then did I learn that it turned out that Cao Taizhang, who opened the paper fire shop, went to the Shen family with a set of messy guys, and asked the Shen family to hand over the matter of saving the dead to him. It's not that he, Song, knows a lot about Chenghu and Sheshu. I'm afraid that Cao Taizhang will really succeed.

"Damn it, why did Cao Taizhang become interested in this kind of thing all of a sudden... I don't remember him learning Fengshui, Yin-Yang, and counting. Why is he robbing my business now... Could it be that their family has some great inheritance? ?”

Thinking of this, Song Jiucheng was startled, and instantly had a bad premonition. Immediately, he didn't care about calling for help, and directly took a car and drove towards Song's house.

"You bastard Cao Taizhang, don't let me know that you dare to come against me!"

While Song Jiucheng was cursing in his heart, he urgently contacted a group of people and told them to hurry to Shen's house.

Shen family.

At this moment, when Cao Taizhang arrived here, he saw that there were already wreaths around the entrance of Shen’s house. It was the first time to come to the scene of the funeral, but Cao Taizhang, who had already been reborn, still found a trace of unusual places in the air.

It was a faint gleam of coldness, just like when ghost messengers came to the world, and in an instant, Cao Taizhang's body tensed up.

After greeting several familiar friends, Cao Taizhang entered the side room on the first floor where the old lady of the Shen family lived.

Cao Taizhang knew clearly that although the Shen family was big, the only one who really decided the size of all family affairs was the old lady.

"Aunt Shen, how are you doing?" After a few knocks, he knocked on the door lightly, according to his seniority, he was right to call her that.

But during the trial, no one in the room responded, but at the moment when he was about to continue to push the door hard, Father Shen who was beside him came to his side at some time.

"Old Cao, why are you here so late?"

A surprised voice sounded from behind, and Cao Taizhang turned around, only to see Father Shen, who was holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at him carefully with a surprised expression on his face.

"Old Shen, didn't I come to see my aunt...you?" Cao Taizhang pointed to the closed room behind him, and said his reason for coming. Fortunately, there have been many people who have come to visit recently. For a while, Father Shen didn't think much about it.

"Then you are late, my mother just went back to bed, and now you come to the living room first... just a group of people are there, order food and drink first..." Father Shen forced a smile while speaking, But it was still difficult to conceal the exhaustion in his eyes. Until now, people could remember that the person in front of him had just experienced one of the greatest misfortunes in life, the middle-aged bereaved son.

"Ugh!"

Sighing, Cao Taizhang didn't know how to say something for a while, and the words that he had thought over and over again were all choked in his throat at the moment.

But thinking about what the ghost messenger said, he had no choice but to summon up his heart and asked, "Old Shen, is there anything wrong with you right now? If not, find a quiet place. I have a problem and want to Discuss with you..."

"Hmm... okay, you and I can come to the second floor, everyone has left now, it happens to be empty..." Seeing this, Father Shen agreed without thinking too much.

The two walked up the stairs to a small room on the second floor. As soon as they entered, they could see the chaos in the room visible to the naked eye.

Disposable paper cups were scattered, filled with half-drinked tea, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and a lighter left behind by someone.

"Come on, sit down first... You see, it's busy right now, people come in and out, and they don't care about cleaning up..."

Seeing the mess in front of him, Father Shen was a little embarrassed, so he simply pulled out a rag from under the table, and wiped off the cigarette ash and other sundries on the tea table.

Immediately, he took another cigarette from his pack and handed it to Cao Taizhang. Seeing this, he did not refuse. After all, in the relationship between people, many things have to be discussed slowly.

"Come on, old Cao...fire."

"Don't... I have this." After being polite, Cao Taizhang took a deep breath, followed by the scent of nicotine entangled in his mouth, and then exhaled lightly, only to see the smoke lingering and sinking into the air among.

"Old Shen... I heard that Mr. Song taught your family Feng Shui?"

"Yes...it's him."

When Father Shen heard the name, he frowned, as if he didn't want to mention it more. After Cao Taizhang noticed it, he understood in his heart that even though the man surnamed Song had fallen in love with such a rich man as Father Xu, he had been in love for many years. The bad reputation is still there.

When people mentioned his first impression, it was still not very good, but then again, who told this man to be a top-notch geomancer, and besides, he could turn a dead man into a living man with his sharp lips.

"You also know that this Song Jiucheng also asked my grandfather for advice at the beginning. According to the ancestors, my family has a long history..."

"That's true. Master Cao was also the most famous person in our area back then... It's a pity that Uncle Cao didn't inherit it... Hey, what are you talking about?" Shen's father is not stupid. Pulling and pulling, it got to Feng Shui, if it has nothing to do with this matter, Father Shen can twist his head off and kick it as a ball.

"Old Shen, how many years have we been together? You also know the situation of my family, and I don't play tricks. Then, did Mr. Song let your family's body be buried for nine days?"

"There is such a thing...how did you know?" When Father Shen heard it, he thought that he hadn't told anyone else. At that moment, the hand holding the cigarette lightly shook, and his eyes gradually became deep amidst the smoke. .

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