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

Chapter 32 Comparison of Sutras
In fact, for many monks, including Taoists, morning and evening classes, that is, chanting scriptures, are very boring.

It's like reading every morning in class when I was a child, and most of the scriptures I read were obscure and difficult to understand.

After all, not everyone is interested in scriptures.

Even under the leadership of Abbot Huiming, a group of monks followed Nianzhi, but their voices were only loud, with no form but no force.

Ordinary people, like the group of pilgrims outside, think it's okay, but for an insider like Su Yang, it sounds a bit unsatisfactory.

Especially for the more than [-] water friends in the live broadcast room, after listening to Su Yang recite the scriptures several times, now they turn their heads to listen to this group of monks recite, and it only feels insulting to the ears.

The two are not on the same level at all.

After about half an hour, Abbot Huiming put down the wooden fish, slowly got up and looked at the monks behind.

"Amitabha, Buddhist scriptures and sacred words, all right, let's do the evening class by ourselves."

Abbot Huiming showed a slight smile on his face, looking at the pious disciples, he was very satisfied.

In his opinion, the evening sutra chanting class led by him for just half an hour was perfect.

All the disciples must have felt the charm of Buddhist scriptures and experienced the joy of evening classes.

Even the thousands of pilgrims listening outside the hall must be intoxicated and enjoying it very much.

However, Abbot Huiming still thinks highly of his disciples. During the whole evening class, among the monks with nearly a thousand people, it was inevitable that some would feel sleepy, doze off, and feel bored.

But under the pressure, they could only hold on, eager to end it quickly.

Perhaps among this group of monks, only Abbot Huiming liked evening classes.

Before leaving, Abbot Huiming glanced at Su Yang who was listening, smiled and nodded, and Su Yang responded politely.

But Abbot Huiming thought it was Su Yang's approval and approval of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, feeling a little proud.

Later in the evening class, since Abbot Huiming had already left, each of them began to chant freely, so it was inevitable that some people would fish in troubled waters and be lazy.

This also led to the chanting that was not very good at all, becoming even more unsightly.

After listening for a while, Su Yang didn't intend to listen anymore, turned around and walked to the guest room.

Among this group of monks, if there is one who must have something, it is undoubtedly Abbot Huiming. Although his chanting is plain and lacks charm, he can hear some insights into Buddhist scriptures.

But after Abbot Huiming left, the situation was not so good.

Staying any longer is a waste of time.

"Huh, the Taoist priest finally left, my ears are about to explode."

"If it is said that listening to the Taoist chanting sutras will make the ears pregnant, then those listening to the group of monks will have aborted ears."

"Master Dao, it's almost time, you should also have the evening class."

"Yes, Taoist priest, I want to listen to you chanting scriptures and wash your ears."

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On Su Yang's way back to the guest room, the netizens in the live broadcast room strongly urged Su Yang to come to an evening class.

Glancing at the phone, Su Yang nodded helplessly.

"It's almost nine o'clock when we get back to the guest room, and it's time for evening classes."

"It's great, and I'm still a fan of the Daoist priest."

"Hurry up, Daoist, my Cloud Piercing Arrow is already too hungry."

"The screen recording has been turned on, and I have even thought about the lying position."

The water friends kept urging, and the barrage continued.

Passing through small courtyard arches one after another, before entering the guest room, Su Yang saw a lark landed on a stone.

Not far away, there are several pilgrims staying overnight, taking out their mobile phones to take pictures.

In the forest not far away, there was also the crisp sound of birdsong.

"Although it is not built against the mountain, the environment is really good."

Su Yang sighed, then went straight forward and returned to the guest room.

Taking out the wooden fish from the luggage, Su Yang was going to chant scriptures in the room, but found that the light was too dim, even with the lights on.

Finally, he simply came to the courtyard outside the guest room.

In the spacious courtyard, occasionally pilgrims pass by, but it is also clean.

In the middle of the yard stands a tall and straight pine tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, which can't really block out the sun, but it is also a good place to enjoy the shade.

"Just here."

Su Yang found a place under the pine tree, sat on the ground, took out the wooden fish, took a deep breath, calmed down, and tapped it lightly with the wooden hammer in his hand.

"Boom!"

At the moment when this sound sounded, the whole courtyard seemed to have fallen into silence.

The rustling bamboo forest, the chirping of many birds, at this moment, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

Outside the courtyard, the lark tilted its head when it heard the sound of the wooden fish, and there was a trace of doubt and confusion in its small eyes.

Even the pilgrims who were taking pictures had a meal and looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

Then, Su Yang opened his mouth to recite the scriptures, not rushing, the sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of the wooden fish were intertwined, and it didn't appear to be chaotic, but very tacitly coordinated and patchwork.

This time, Su Yang recited the Taoist morning and evening homework scriptures, which mainly consisted of five parts: praises, scriptures, mantras, treasures, and return.

Those who listen to it can purify their body and mind, practice internally and externally.

Those who recite, with pious heart, recite it all the year round, can communicate with the ancestors, and pray for disaster relief.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the pilgrims passing by were all attracted by the melodious and vivid sound of chanting sutras, and they all stopped to listen, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces.

The live broadcast room fell into silence again. There were more than [-] people, and there was no comment, but no one left.

In the Daxiong Palace, the evening classes were over, and all the monks breathed a sigh of relief, and finally made it through.

After leaving one after another, Ming Fang and Ming Yuan returned to their residence together as usual.

"Eh? Senior brother, it doesn't seem like the way back there?"

Ming Yuan saw that Ming Fang didn't go back, but turned around and walked another way, which seemed to be the guest room.

"I forgot to tell the Taoist priest tomorrow morning, it's time for our morning class. I saw that he listened very seriously before, and he should have recognized our Buddhist scriptures."

Ming Fang paused, turned around and replied.

"Oh, forget it, he is a Taoist priest, how can he understand our Buddhist scriptures? And he has to leave tomorrow, there is no need to waste time, let's go back."

Ming Yuan urged impatiently, in his opinion, for Su Yang, a Taoist priest, to allow him to listen to Buddhist scriptures is already a great tolerance.

It is completely unnecessary to remind him to listen again.

"The abbot once said that although Taoism has declined in the family of monks and Taoists, it can help a little bit. A little bit of Buddhist scriptures is nothing."

"Besides, the abbot has already taken the initiative to invite people. What can we not allow?"

Ming Fang's words were blocked by Ming Yuan's words.

"All right, all right, just go, that Taoist is lucky to meet us."

Ming Yuan spat with displeasure on his face, then followed the pace of his senior brother and walked along the road to the guest room.

Their evening class is over, but Su Yang's side is only halfway through.

When Ming Fang and the two approached the guest room, they were still talking and laughing, but when they heard the sound of scriptures coming from the guest room, they were all stunned.

"Here, who is chanting scriptures in the guest room?"

Ming Yuan's eyes widened, and he looked at his senior brother in surprise.

At this time, Ming Fang was also horrified, and he stayed where he was, unable to calm down for a long time. This catchy scripture made people feel clear-headed and clear-headed after listening to it.

Many things that were once obscure and difficult to understand seem to be clear at this moment.

It's like being constipated for a month, suddenly bursting out in an instant, and the refreshing feeling of releasing everything!
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