The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue

Chapter 31
Although he is not a Taoist priest, as a monk, especially an abbot, he is naturally very clear about the definition and weight of the word "preaching".

The premise of evangelism is that you need to have a sufficient understanding of the "Tao".

The same is true for Buddhism, one must have sufficient knowledge of Buddhist scriptures.

After studying Buddhist scriptures for more than [-] years, Abbot Huiming was unable to travel and preach Buddhism, but the Taoist priest in front of him, who was only in his early twenties, was able to go down the mountain to preach?

If it were an older Taoist, perhaps Abbot Huiming would still be convinced.

But how old is Su Yang?In his early 20s at most, he was only a little older than those two young monks, it was hard to believe.

But although he didn't believe it, Abbot Huiming didn't say it out of his mouth.

After confirming Su Yang's identity, Abbot Huiming also agreed to Su Yang's order.

"Ming Fang, Ming Yuan, you can take the Taoist priest to the guest room, and you can also visit around for a while. Remember to leave a phone call. If you have any questions, you can ask them both."

Abbot Huiming glanced at the two young monks, and arranged: "By the way, Taoist priest, sooner or later our disciples will have homework scriptures in the Daxiong Palace. If you are interested, you can go and listen."

Under the leadership of the two young monks Ming Fang and Ming Yuan, Su Yang followed them and began to gradually understand the situation of Lingqing Temple.

"Daoist, follow us to visit the guest room first. After seeing that, it's almost time for dinner, and then we will go to the dining hall for dinner."

Along the way, the taller Mingfang was very patient and warmly introduced Lingqing Temple, which gave Su Yang a good first impression of Lingqing Temple.

On the contrary, Ming Yuan kept a straight face the whole time and didn't say a few words. He had a serious grudge against Su Yang's status as a Taoist priest who came to the Buddhist temple to place an order.

Su Yang naturally noticed it, but he ignored it and continued to listen to Ming Fang's introduction.

Now that the abbot has agreed, what's the use of other people talking too much, not to mention there are so many people in the world, there are always people who don't like me, so it's possible to beat him up?
It's fine to be alone.

Along the way, the netizens in the live broadcast room also listened to Ming Fang's introduction and learned about the grand occasion of Jiangnan City.

"This temple is so big, what the hell, why do I feel that many places are similar?"

"I've passed out..."

"Although I watch the live broadcast of the Taoist priest, I prefer Taoism, but the Buddhist temple is indeed very splendid. The so many pilgrims I saw along the way are no less than ordinary scenic spots."

"Why doesn't the other little monk talk? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Maybe my aunt is here."

They came to the guest room first, and after Su Yang put down his luggage, he began to move around in other places until he finally stopped in front of the Zhaitang.

"Let's go, Taoist priest, we will take you to taste the food at my Lingqing Temple."

After saying that, Mingfang led Su Yang into the Zhaitang.

There were a lot of people in the dining hall, but it was extremely quiet, apart from the noises made during eating, hardly anyone spoke.

Looking around, they are all monks, and occasionally some pilgrims can be seen, some of them are like Su Yang, staying here for a few nights.

Some of them purposely lived there for a long time. It is said that eating the same food as the masters can cultivate one's health. Although the clear soup is less watery, it seems that eating this kind of food can prolong life without being polluted by mortal dust and grains.

It seems that in every temple, there are always a few old monks who are over a hundred years old.

After finishing the meal, the three of them sat together.

Tonight's dinner is served with a generous amount of white rice, a few pieces of tofu and green vegetables, and a bowl of red bean soup.

Ming Fang and Ming Yuan were already used to it, so they picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Su Yang had already expected a light diet, but there were not many surprises.

However, the water friends in the live broadcast room saw this meal, and their previous good impression of Lingqing Temple plummeted.

"It's okay to burn incense and pray to Buddha, but you have to leave as soon as you finish the worship, and you can't stay for food. How can people eat this food?"

"I suddenly felt that the instant noodles in my hand were delicious, and I even dazzled two barrels."

"The canteen of the Taoist temple seems to be completely different, similar to our usual restaurant meals."

"For a cook like me, Taoist temples are better than monk temples in this regard alone."

After dinner, the two continued to visit Lingqing Temple with Su Yang, but this time, it was more like a walk after dinner, and the pace was obviously slower.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a distant bell rang.

Ming Yuan, who was silent all the way, looked down at the time and reminded: "Brother, it's time, it's time to go to evening class."

"Row."

Ming Fang nodded, and then looked at Su Yang: "Master Daoist, you can go back to rest, or you can attend our evening class, which is in the Daxiong Hall."

"Pindao is also somewhat interested in Buddhist scriptures."

"Then come with us."

After finishing speaking, the three of them rushed towards the Daxiong Palace two in front and one behind.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With the ringing of three ancient bells, the evening class officially began.

In the huge Mahavira Hall, the tall Sakyamuni Buddha statue is shining brightly, sitting on a high platform, looking down.

Heavy cigarettes rise slowly, curling up.

Under the Buddha statue, nearly a thousand monks knelt down. They sat on futons, bowed reverently with a wooden fish in front of them.

In front of them is the majestic Abbot Huiming in cassock.

I saw that he was personally offering incense to the Buddha statue, while the others knelt down and waited quietly.

The scale is huge and the momentum is loud.

Su Yang was stunned by this scene for a moment.

He vaguely remembered that the Wuming Taoist temple he stayed at, when he used to do evening classes, it was just him and the master, it was very bleak.

There is no harm without comparison.

In addition, far away on both sides of the Daxiong Hall, even outside the hall, there are a large group of pilgrims who have not returned home, just standing outside, listening to the monks chanting.

"My boy, is this the power of Buddhism? It's so terrifying!"

"I'm afraid it's not the tourists who come to listen, there must be thousands of people."

"Well, if I scolded the food in the temple cafeteria just now that people don't eat it, can I take it back? The main reason is that I suddenly found that I seem to like to be vegetarian."

Such a spectacular scene not only stunned Su Yang, but even the netizens were stunned.

This battle is simply not too grand.

After Abbot Huiming finished offering incense to the Buddha statue, he knelt on the futon again and led the thousands of monks in the temple to start the evening class.

"Boom!"

The sound of wooden fish and the sound of chanting scriptures resounded in the hall in a uniform manner, filling the entire Lingqing Temple, and the Sanskrit sound echoed in everyone's ears.

At this moment, the world is clean, and everyone listens to the monks reciting Buddhist scriptures with peace of mind, with a look of enjoyment on their faces.

But only Su Yang raised his eyebrows.

"This, why does it sound a bit weird?"

Not only him, but more than [-] netizens in the live broadcast room felt the same way.

Although the evening class of this group of monks was large, the scriptures they recited were not so pleasant.

It's not that they feel uncomfortable because the content of Taoist scriptures is different from that of Buddhist scriptures, but that they can't simply recite them.

"What are they chanting? Although it's not ugly, it's too different from the Taoist priest's previous chanting. It's just like drinking water, it's nothing special."

"It's cracked, I feel like my ears are going to explode, it's too bad to say, but there are so many people reading it together, shit!"

"I take back my apology just now. The food in this monk's temple is not for people to eat."

(End of this chapter)