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

Chapter 33 Hundreds of Birds Pilgrimage to the Phoenix, Thousands of People Pilgrimage! (Subscribe)

Accompanied by the sound of chanting, there is also the sound of ethereal wooden fish from time to time.

Evening class was over, and many monks passing by the guest room stopped one after another, first puzzled, confused, and then with a look of enjoyment on their faces, gradually immersed in the sound of chanting.

Usually, they are very repulsive to chanting, and feel irritable, useless, too boring, and dizzy.

But the sound of chanting is not only not boring, but also very enjoyable to listen to, not only the beautiful voice of the chanter, but also the content of the scriptures.

Even though it is difficult to understand and cannot be understood for a while, it seems to be full of an inexplicable charm, which can't help but give birth to a sense of intimacy, as if an immortal is caressing my top, calming my heart and soul.

Gradually, outside the guest room, a large number of monks who had finished their classes gathered around the guest room, listening carefully, more attentively than listening to the abbot chanting scriptures.

In the guest room, many pilgrims were also deeply attracted by the sound of chanting sutras.

Looking around, I found that under a pine tree, a young Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures, tapping on the wooden fish.

Many pilgrims gathered approached one after another, but when they were about ten meters away from Su Yang, they all stopped consciously. They all wanted to go forward to hear more clearly, but they didn't want to affect Su Yang.

In the guest room, pilgrims gathered in three circles and three circles outside the guest room to listen. Outside the guest room, this road was full of monks, and that road was full of monks, and the road was blocked abruptly.

If it weren't for the fact that trampling on the lawn is not allowed, I am afraid that the lawn is already full of people.

Hundreds of monks, listening to the chanting of a Taoist priest, were still immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

This strange phenomenon happened in Lingqing Temple.

At the same time, in Huayan Hall, Abbot Huiming offered incense to the statues of the Three Saints as usual, and then took out the jade porcelain bottle from the secret compartment.

Looking at the willow branches that were no longer as vigorous as before, Abbot Huiming sighed helplessly, the sad look on his face seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

Back then, when Abbot Huiming was young, he accepted the last wish of his master before his death and officially became the abbot of Lingqing Temple.

Although Abbot Huiming was full of fighting spirit at that time and vowed to develop Lingqing Temple, the reality was cruel.

At that time, the total number of people in Lingqing Temple was only fifty or sixty people, and many monks were already old, and there were too few newcomers.

By chance, Abbot Huiming picked up this willow branch by the stream, intending to raise it casually.

But after raising it, the willow branches really grew new shoots and came alive.

Later, under the leadership of Abbot Huiming, the development of Lingqing Temple gradually entered the right track and developed in a positive direction, but the speed was too slow after all.

I am afraid that before death, the temple will not be able to live up to the high expectations of my youth.

By chance, Abbot Huiming's cut and scarred hand recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye after touching a willow branch.

After learning of the magic of willow branches, Abbot Huiming naturally took advantage of them, and thus his reputation of curing all kinds of diseases spread.

Over the years, Abbot Huiming also discovered that as long as the willow branches are enshrined under the Buddha statue, it seems that the Buddhist luck of Lingqing Temple can be improved in the dark, which is very miraculous.

Since then, Abbot Huiming relied on the miraculous effect of willow branches to turn the originally unknown Lingqing Temple into the leader of Buddhist temples in Jiangnan City in just a dozen years.

On a grand scale.

However, Abbot Huiming's ambition was more than that. His lifelong goal was to develop Lingqing Temple into the size of Lingyin Temple in Lin'an.

Covering an area of ​​[-] square meters, [-] monks, and millions of believers!
But right now, the willow branches he relied on were gradually withering, and Abbot Huiming panicked.

"It seems that it can't go on so smoothly. We have to speed up the process as much as possible before the willow branches wither."

Abbot Huiming held the jade porcelain vase in his hand, stared at the willow branch and took a deep breath, a hint of hostility appeared on his kind face.

"I remember that the opinion of the Supervisory Court was good last time. The times are advancing, and Lingqing Temple should change. How can the price of incense stay at the same level as 20 years ago?"

"I have to pay more!"

After walking out of the Huayan Hall, Abbot Huiming returned to his former kind face.

He looked up at the full moon, and there were sporadic spots in the night sky.

"In Jiangnan, which has been hot for several months, there is no rain, and the weather forecast also said that there will be no rain in the next two months.

But a few days ago, there was no warning, and it rained cats and dogs all night. I don't know where the boss passed by and made a move by chance. "

Abbot Huiming stroked the Buddhist beads in his hand and couldn't help sighing that as a monk, he was quite convinced in these aspects.

Especially after knowing the magic of willow branches, I believe that there must be "immortals" in this world.

This immortal is not the kind of immortal in mythology, but a person with extraordinary means.

But even so, that is an existence beyond their reach.

"It would be great if I could meet that boss, maybe he has a way to heal willow branches."

Abbot Huiming secretly hoped in his heart, but he knew that this chance was very slim, so he didn't have much hope.

After leaving Huayan Hall, Abbot Huiming strolled along the road.

"Go and see these little fellows."

For the purpose of caring about the young monk, Abbot Huiming walked towards the meditation room.

When passing by the guest room, Abbot Huiming just looked up, and was shocked in place, his eyes full of horror.

Accompanied by the scriptures recited by Su Yang, it reached a climax, and countless people were immersed in it, enjoying it all over their faces.

In the woods, there was a sudden movement.

"Haw!"

"Chirp!"

"Chat!"

……

In the deep forest, flocks of birds flew out in vain, larks, kingfishers, all kinds, and the numbers were so huge that they almost covered the sky.

The bright, crisp, light and graceful bird call collided with the sound of chanting sutras, and the result was unexpectedly pleasant and not messy.

On the contrary, against the background of various bird calls, Su Yang's voice of chanting scriptures became more solemn and full of penetrating power.

Thousands of birds hovered in the sky, chirping, echoing with Su Yang, and the scene was once extremely spectacular.

Abbot Huiming, who had just arrived, was dumbfounded and stunned when he saw this scene, and horror was written on his wrinkled face.

However, other people seemed to not notice the changes around them because they were too immersed in the sound of scriptures, and they still closed their eyes and enjoyed it.

It's just that, for a moment, the sound of the scriptures seemed to become better.

But the netizens in the live broadcast room noticed this miraculous scene.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on here? Where are there so many birds?"

"This group of birds seems to be attracted by the Taoist priest's chanting."

"Hundred birds facing the phoenix, this scene is too spectacular!"

"Huh? What's that black jet flying over?"

(End of this chapter)