Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 84

When Li Dexian heard this, a wry smile appeared on his face. The smile was full of helplessness and self-mockery. He spoke eloquently: "The soldiers under my command work hard every day, from the dawn to dusk when they return home, they are already exhausted, and their bodies and minds are as empty and weak as if they have been stripped of cocoons. In this state, they How can we have the leisure and leisure to notice these seemingly trivial changes? Until today, after we inquire deeply, the truth gradually emerges like the sunshine at dawn. However, if we turn a blind eye to this and let those monks do whatever they want If you act recklessly, the atmosphere in the community will become increasingly rotten, and people's livelihood will also be seriously harmed. Lao Lin, you seem calm and calm at the moment. I wonder if you have a well-thought-out countermeasure?"

Li Dexian's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he caught the look of fatigue that passed over Lin Xiaofeng's face. He couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, and his tone was mixed with unconcealable anxiety: "How can Mr. Lin still sit on Mount Taishan in such a critical moment? Could it be that he already has something in his heart? Do you have a clever plan to deal with this storm?" Lin Xiaofeng did not show any anger when he heard this, but waved his hand leisurely, indicating that Li Dexian should not be too nervous. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, which contained wisdom and calmness accumulated over the years. He responded to Li Dexian's question with a rhetorical question: "Has Your Highness already realized something and has a good strategy to reverse the situation? If so, you might as well share it with us first.”

After hearing this, Li Dexian's eyebrows suddenly formed a deep "Sichuan" pattern, and his words revealed a mixture of hesitation and hesitation: "I do have a plan, but its final effect is still unknown. I intended to announce it in every city. Shocking admonishment documents are posted on the columns, accompanied by commentators who are articulate and knowledgeable about the world. They will be clothed in sunshine and walk through the streets and alleys, using their voices and emotions to reveal the behind-the-scenes of this increasingly hot trend of studying Buddhism. The endless passage of time and the huge waste of gold and silver are hidden. At the same time, thousands of well-trained, brave and diligent environmental protection team officers and soldiers in the city are mobilized, so that they can also join the tide of public opinion and join together to form a force. A social force that shakes people's hearts. In addition, you can also invite Ma Laosan and other street figures who have extremely high influence among the people to often appear around the White Horse Temple. Their words, deeds, and every inadvertent gesture will be unmoved. We can effectively convey our wishes and propositions. This so-called three arrows are fired at the same time. Mr. Lin, do you think this strategy is expected to resolve the current predicament?"

After listening to Li Dexian's plan, Lin Xiaofeng made a slight but deep smacking sound with the tip of his tongue in his mouth, and his head moved like a rapidly beating rattle. What it contained was not a rash denial, but a sense of realism and calmness. Insightful thinking: "Brother Li, the strategy you proposed may not be able to achieve the expected results. How can we people be compared with those who have mastered brainwashing techniques and are all qualified to do so?" What about the head-to-head competition between Buddhists who are experts in manipulating people's hearts? They are not only proficient in Buddhism, but also good at educating people's hearts with Dharma theory. If the methods of Ma Laosan's group are used against the temple, I am afraid that instead of solving the problem, they will become like a raging fire. Cooking oil will start a meaningless melee. By then, we are afraid that we will swallow the bitter fruit and regret it too late."

Li Dexian's face looked a little heavy after hearing this. His long sigh was like the cold wind that penetrated the empty lobby late at night, reaching the most hidden corner of everyone's heart. It was cold and sharp: "In this case, can Brother Lin? How about finding another way to come up with a more appropriate countermeasure? After all, if we hurt people at will, not only will the majesty of the government be lost, but also the people are already in awe of the government. If it is not handled properly, it will cause unnecessary disputes and misunderstandings. , then all kinds of conflicts and disputes will only become more complicated and difficult to resolve in the future, and it will be even more difficult to properly manage them."

The corners of Lin Xiaofeng's mouth rose quietly like a stream of melted ice. A light and deep smile bloomed leisurely on his bronze face. This smile was like a ray of warm sunshine breaking through the ice in winter, penetrating warmly and powerfully. He saw the worried eyes of His Highness Li Dexian. His face glowed with an unearthly serenity in his smile, as if he was telling Li Dexian: What was happening in front of him was just the actions of a few monks, so there was no need to be overly concerned, let alone worry, like a heavy stone.

"Today I will analyze this matter for Your Highness," Lin Xiaofeng's words were loud and clear, and every word was like a rock that had been tempered by the years, solid and steady. "The way that the temple is doing is nothing more than to lure people into going astray and wanting to To break through this fog, the admonitions of ordinary principles are like scratching an itch through thick boots, unable to get to the core of the problem. Only by using the other's way to counter the magic, and using their so-called 'magic' to fight against magic, can the people truly be freed from it. Rescued from hardship and confusion. This power of independent thinking and listening to others' advice is actually the fire of enlightenment hidden deep in the hearts of every common people. Once awakened, they will definitely not let go of any of the hard-earned money they have accumulated. The property falls into the wrong hands.”

When Li Dexian heard this, his brows furrowed, like thick ink splashed on rice paper, forming a tangled picture. The confusion on his face was so thick that it was as if he could see the mist covering the lake. There was deep doubt and exploration in his voice: "Who is this 'magic' in your mouth?"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this question, a spark of wisdom suddenly lit up in his eyes, like stars twinkling under the midnight sky. He said slowly: "This 'magic' is the sorcery commonly spoken in the world. It is a name used by foreign barbarians for those powers that are beyond common sense." These words were like a sharp and mysterious hand, gently Gently peeling back the layers of curtain covering the truth, everything gradually becomes clear.

After hearing this, Li Dexian's face looked like the skin of a persimmon soaked in the early winter frost. The bitter color became more and more intense, as if he had just bitten an unripe plum, and the sour taste lingered in his throat. He pondered: "What do you mean, you want us to also build a temple to compete with the White Horse Temple? However, the current situation is urgent and time may not allow it. Moreover, my father must be suspicious of such measures, and dissatisfaction is inevitable. "

Lin Xiaofeng, on the other hand, was neither quick nor slow, and smiled softly, just like the spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples in circles. He raised a cup and poured tea. The aroma of tea was like mist, filling the entire hall instantly. It seemed that he intended to use this elegant aroma of tea to soothe Li Dexian's anxious heart. He spoke slowly and calmly: "Your Highness's concerns are not what I think. Please drink this cup of tea and listen to my detailed analysis. The sharpest knives in the world are not those shiny and eye-catching golden knives. It is the invisible blade that is silent and the strategy of flattering and killing is the most deadly. Now that the White Horse Temple is in unprecedented glory, we should use our strength to follow the trend instead of going against it. Forcibly stopping it will only make the people hate the White Horse Temple. The Tao is more convinced.”

"It is really difficult and dangerous to directly educate people to learn to think independently. Everyone in the world is like a bubble, immersed in the illusion of self-awareness and blindly confident. Therefore, this effort will probably be like a stone in the sea, with little effect." Lin Xiaofeng's tone gradually lowered. , but the words are powerful, like distant bells in the middle of the night, echoing endlessly in the empty and silent hall, "The minister's strategy is not to forcefully instill, but to guide skillfully. The key to encouraging people to go to the White Horse Temple to worship is how to guide them When we worship with sincerity, we quietly sow the seeds of independent thinking, allowing them to quietly sneak into the fertile soil of the soul and sprout new sprouts unconsciously.”

Confusion spread on Li Dexian's face like an ink painting, and ripples of confusion spread in circles in his deep eyes. He opened and closed his lips slightly, as if trying to squeeze out a sentence bound by thoughts from between his teeth: "I still can't understand the deeper meaning of Mr. Lin. How can I master this situation skillfully?" His words were full of hesitation. and exploration.

Lin Xiaofeng, on the other hand, was like a melodious piece of evening wind, swaying gently among the treetops. He was not impatient or impetuous, and spoke slowly, with every word carrying the calmness of a wise man: "As the saying goes, treat the patient in his own way. As a person, this is to leverage their strength and use their greed to challenge their ignorance, just like a contest between magic versus magic, strategy versus strategy. Those monks relied on ignorance and deception to amass wealth. , we should use their inner greed as the fulcrum to exert restrictive power. For example, we can set up a special activity rule that stipulates that on specific days, people can legally conduct so-called 'donations' to temples, and for The government should acquiesce to such behavior and keep a low profile."

Hearing this, Li Dexian's face, which was originally as solemn as stone, suddenly melted as if the ice and snow melted. The spring sun shined, and he suddenly became enlightened. His joy was like sunlight penetrating through the clouds, illuminating the corner of doubt: "That's it! These monks are not good at deception. Shall we set a special day in a month so that the people can legitimately 'share' temple resources once in compliance with the law? Let's see which temple can still sit on the Diaoyutai safely under such open and transparent game rules. Maintain the status!"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng seemed to be shocked by Li Dexian's subversive yet sharp thoughts. His words were choked in his throat and it was difficult to continue for a while. The prince's idea was as sharp as an invisible Buddha-killing operation that used no weapons but pointed directly at the vital point.

After a moment, Lin Xiaofeng's demeanor was like still water flowing deep, calm and solemn appearing on his solemn face. His face was like a bluestone that had been baptized by wind and rain for a long time, without any pretense, only the perseverance and determination flowing between his eyebrows. His words were like an ice-breaking hammer, hitting the point directly without any tact or evasion: "Your Highness, this move of yours, with all due respect, is too radical. If it is not implemented properly, I am afraid that this fire will come back to the world. On its own, its flames are enough to swallow up the original intention, and may even harm the fish in the pond. You know, our people live in hardships every day, and they are already exhausted and bear the burden of humiliation. Although those temples have many criticisms, they carry thousands of people after all. It plays an important role in finding spiritual sustenance in the quagmire of life. His Highness’s countermeasure may seem decisive, but it is too negative and destructive. If someone peeks through the cracks and takes the opportunity to incite trouble, I am afraid it will ignite the dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction in the hearts of the unruly people. Anger. If you dare to attack the temple today, you may dare to covet the wealth of a wealthy family tomorrow, and the next day, this undercurrent may accumulate into a rebellious heart that overturns the world!"

"However, I have a plan to rectify the various shortcomings of the temple while also cleverly avoiding causing unrest among the people and achieving the long-term goal of social harmony and stability." At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes flashed with the light of a wise man. The light is like a candle in the middle of the night, lighting the way in the darkness. I saw him gently pulling his sleeves. Although the movement was small, it was extremely confident and calm, as if he was setting the stage for the clever plan that was about to be revealed next. He was going to talk about this carefully planned new strategy, and every word contained thoughtfulness and worldly wisdom.

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The next day, the morning light hesitantly tore through the edges of the night, and the scene on the streets of North Langfang slowly unfolded like a rich and colorful picture of life. The bulletin board standing in the corner of the market gradually revealed its extraordinary existence in the dim light. Crowds came from all directions like a tide. They carried the breath of human fireworks and gathered into an unstoppable force. They surrounded the bulletin board airtightly, layer by layer and circle like a copper wall made of human figures, tightly guarding it. The information contained in it.

Against the backdrop of the chilly winter morning, people's discussions continued one after another, like a huge bean curd pot. Although it was bitingly cold, it was steaming, evaporating the enthusiasm and vitality of life. The faces of the new people who joined the crowd of onlookers were like the fields covered by the first snow, reflecting the texture of confusion and curiosity; their eyes were filled with the light of exploration, like stars twinkling in the dark night before dawn, and their mouths were holding back. People couldn't help but exclaim: "Hey! What kind of mysterious secret is hidden in this? Can you condescend to clear up my doubts and explain it in detail for us?"

Among this excitement, there is a commentator at the core who is particularly eye-catching. He was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake. The smile on his face was warm and calm, which just right melted away the tension and curiosity around him. Today, because the government has given an enviable and generous bonus as an incentive, the narrator's enthusiasm for work is unprecedentedly high. Not only does he not show any sign of fatigue, but he is full of energy, becomes more involved in it, and never tires of it. . In fact, since the first ray of sunshine fell on the earth at dawn, he had begun to interpret the content of the announcement endlessly, repeating it many times and detailing it. The teapot that accompanied him witnessed all this. The two pots of clear tea had long been drunk, and the empty bottom of the pot reflected the light and shadow of the morning sun. However, he was still full of energy and had a loud and powerful voice, as if there was endless energy accumulated in his body. Continuously pouring into this sea of ​​people who are hungry for the truth.

At this moment, another person was seen coming forward, wanting to find out what happened. The commentator's throat tightened, and he seemed to have a huge amount of power in his chest, ready to go. He took a deep breath of human fireworks, once again stirred up the enthusiasm that seemed to never fade away, and responded with an overflowing heroic ambition: "This is a happy event that only happens once in a century! It is truly a blessing from heaven. , like rain falling, spreading all over the streets and alleys of North Langfang! I heard that the White Horse Temple, which carries a rich history and legendary stories, has recently welcomed a group of eminent monks with high moral integrity and profound cultivation. In order to repay the public, For those believers who have been offering incense with pious hearts year after year, day after day, the masters in the temple, after countless late-night talks and careful consideration, finally made up their minds and decided to give it to everyone who steps into the temple. , with awe in their hearts, the faithful men and women hold a string of Buddha beads that condense endless blessings with fragrance in their hands. And these beads will be rubbed by the master himself, chanted and blessed, and endowed with extraordinary spiritual power in the solemn consecration ceremony. Their power is so great that It can be called a rare thing in the world!

At this point, the commentator's words were like the melodious tail notes of a song, slowly floating in the air. He quietly lowered his huge head, like a weathered stone mill, swaying in the torrent of helplessness and regret. His face is like a long historical scroll that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, and every wrinkle is deeply engraved with the sad memory of the glorious legend that is about to pass away.

The listeners were all stunned by the sudden news, with stunned expressions frozen on their faces, as if Father Time had pressed the pause button at this moment. However, just after this moment of silence, the emotion of surprise surged up instantly and flowed through their hearts like a stream breaking through the ice in spring. One of the listeners had a particularly intense reaction. His eyes widened instantly, as if he wanted to take in the entire universe. His two sword eyebrows danced, and his face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy. He asked eagerly: "Is it really so? ?How could such a beautiful thing descend from the nine heavens to the mortal world and come to us secular people?"

The commentator's face suddenly hardened, as if it had been molded by the accumulation of time and history. His solemn expression was like a mountain that had gone through many vicissitudes and stood eternity. His eyes were deep and firm, as hard as iron stone, leaving no room for doubt. He slapped his chest hard, which was thick and full. Every impact seemed to ring a heavy gong of integrity. The voice was deep and powerful, going straight into people's hearts. Every word was ringing: "This is absolutely true. There is absolutely no false element mixed in! Just imagine, under the majestic gaze of the Buddha, how dare we ordinary people speak freely to tarnish the sacred and inviolable faith? What's more, this matter is not groundless, but is clearly recorded in the official announcement , every word and every word is solid evidence, it is clear to the eye, there is no doubt, how can you regard it as child's play and make random nonsense? Listen to me, don't hesitate. If you wait until the crowds of people are surging in front of the White Horse Temple, I'm afraid there will be a lot of people. It’s difficult to move forward!”

When the listener heard this, his expression changed from surprise to seriousness in an instant, just like the alternation of the sun and the moon. Immediately afterwards, his figure was like a wild beast in the mountains, bursting out and galloping away in an instant, only to see a blurry back quickly disappearing among the crowd, like an arrow piercing the air. This scene aroused the hearts of everyone around them. Without thinking too much, they followed it without hesitation and plunged into the bustling market, heading towards the sacred and mysterious temple hidden behind the bustling city. Running towards the White Horse Temple, the scene was like a flood releasing its gates, vast and unstoppable. The crowd was like a tide, ups and downs, rolling in like waves and then dispersing quietly, but the commentator stayed in the crowd like a rock. No matter how time passed and the years changed, he never changed his original intention and patiently and meticulously explained over and over again. Tell that gripping story. His voice penetrated the noise of the bustling crowd, passed through the hustle and bustle of the streets, and echoed in every inch of the air, as if it could awaken the sleeping soul. In less than half a day, the news that the eminent monk of the White Horse Temple was giving free consecration beads was like a fire that instantly ignited the firewood pile. The blazing flames spread quickly and violently, burning every corner of the house with great enthusiasm, and even This heat has also spread to surrounding streets, alleys, and even markets.

Countless people were moved upon hearing the news. They were like a group of moths chasing the light of faith. They rushed to the White Horse Temple. They regarded this as a rare opportunity given by God and looked forward to holding the sung string in the crowded crowd. A long-lasting consecrated Buddhist bead that contains magical power.

However, deep inside the simple and thick bricks of the White Horse Temple, Abbot Wujue was completely unaware of this sudden and lively event. In recent days, his state of mind was like the autumn water reflecting the sky, quiet and leisurely. When faced with that rare opportunity - someone with an extremely pious attitude and generous sincerity, kindly invited the eminent monk to settle in the White Horse Temple, he felt joyful in his heart Just like frozen spring water breaking out of its shell in the sunshine, flowing naturally, I happily accepted this heavy invitation. Sure enough, as those virtuous and famous monks came to the White Horse Temple, this ancient temple seemed to be injected with new vitality. The incense instantly became as strong as the twinkling stars, illuminating the inner lights of the believers.

An endless stream of people poured into the temple like a stream flowing into the sea, and the threshold was almost worn into a deep ravine under the tapping of pairs of sincere footsteps; the merit box has experienced an unprecedented "baptism", and gold, silver and paper money are like rivers. They rolled in like a bursting embankment, but filled up in an instant. They piled up like mountains. They shone coldly in the faint light, reflecting the believers' endless desire for well-being and their pursuit of spiritual sustenance deep in their hearts. Fiery determination. In this ancient and new White Horse Temple, everyone’s eyes are full of stories, and every movement depicts the subtle folds of human nature, and all of this is integrated into this grand event caused by Buddhist beads. The narrative is like a secular picture written by a poet, vivid and true.

When the dawn of that day struggled to break free from the boundary between dawn and night, trying to tear apart the heavy curtain woven by the night, the gate of the White Horse Temple quietly opened in a solemn and solemn manner, like the mouth of compassion that carries the joys and sorrows of the world. At this moment, the dim light of dawn has not yet completely filled the earth, but the world outside the door is already restless. People are pouring in from all directions like a tide, and the crowds are so densely packed that they seem to fill the space of this ancient temple. , even the air cannot travel freely between them.

At this moment, Abbot Wujue stood in the hall illuminated by the morning light. Witnessing this scene, his eyes suddenly flashed with a light of surprise and joy. The light was like a meteor streaking across the sky. It leaves behind a fiery yet short trajectory, reflecting the vigorous growth and sublimation of the power of faith in the world. However, just after this moment of brightness, his eyes instantly darkened, like a bottomless abyss, or like the bright moon reflected on a calm lake, thorough and indifferent. It was the tranquility and peace after experiencing the harshness of the world and seeing through the various aspects of life. Detached.

He stood steadily, staring with bright eyes at the sea of ​​eager people in front of him. Their faces were full of desire and persistence for life, and they shouted in unison for free beads. It seemed that this string of beads could bring them Come to the sacred consecration of the eminent monk that penetrates the world of mortals, so as to wash away all the glory in your body and obtain the salvation of your soul. For Abbot Wujue, an old monk who has been practicing quietly in ancient temples for decades, such a scene is undoubtedly rare and shocking. It is like a distant and profound rumor that suddenly emerges from the years. It rose up from the abyss and turned into a living vision before his eyes, arousing deep thoughts and emotions about all the phenomena in the world deep in his heart, just like the spring wind ripples in a pool of spring water.

Abbot Wujue's heart was like a turbulent river, and he was secretly trying to figure out how to reveal the truth to the people who were incited by rumors like fire cooking oil: this behavior was not something the temple did on a daily basis, nor was it a wanton act misunderstood by the world. When his deep eyes scanned the faces in front of him one by one, as if they had been mercilessly burned by the blazing sun. Those expressions were intertwined with anger and injustice. He keenly captured the rapid accumulation of people in the crowd, as if a fire was about to boil. Emotions. At this moment, he knew that if he explained it in a straightforward way, it would be like throwing a boulder on a calm lake. It might not only cause bigger ripples, but might even ignite a storm of order in the temple, destroying this originally quiet area. The land was turned into a mess.

Facing this fierce and majestic crowd in front of him, Abbot Wujue's throat trembled slightly subconsciously, as if a huge amount of worry and bitterness were mixed in his mouth. He swallowed the saliva with difficulty, and his Adam's apple rolled away. Show calmness and tenacity. He clenched his teeth and suppressed the turmoil in his heart, but a tolerant and solemn smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile was like the crystallization of wisdom and compassion accumulated in the ancient temple for thousands of years, slowly blooming in front of the dusty crowd. He spoke, his voice low but clear and powerful: "Dear donors who come from all over the world and have gone through arduous journeys to come here, the poor monk realizes that you deeply appreciate your sincere respect for the Buddha, and you should do it in the most sacred way. Respond to this profound affection. Soon, the eminent monks in our temple will put down their meditation practice and walk out of the quiet and profound Zen room in person. They will conduct a solemn consecration ceremony for the beads in your hands one by one with extremely rigorous and sacred techniques. . Here, we kindly ask everyone to keep calm and orderly, wait in line in an orderly manner, and jointly protect this pure land that carries faith and tranquility, so that it can continue to be bathed in the light of the Buddha and remain peaceful as ever."

At that moment, like the beating of dusk drums to break the dawn and the melodious sound of morning bells to evoke deep sleep, the words from Abbot Wujue's mouth were like a string of deep and shocking Sanskrit tones, like the warmest breeze in spring, gently blowing through the crowd. The tense atmosphere in the performance instantly turned the tension into ripples of joy and excitement. These words were like an extremely sharp ice-breaking blade, cutting through the stagnant air hanging over everyone's heads with incomparable determination and causing it to circulate.

The crowd seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force. After hearing the sound, people moved in an orderly manner and lined up one by one to form a long queue. The queue was winding and winding, just like a stream in a mountain stream, stretching endlessly between highs and lows. Although there were many people among them, with different faces. , and each carries the complexity and triviality of life, but in the depths of each person's eyes, there is a deep awe for the vastness of Buddhism, and an eager and pious expectation for future blessings.

However, everything in the world has the principle of opposites and mutual coexistence, just as light and darkness coexist. In this bustling crowd, friction and conflict are like undercurrents hidden under the surface harmony, just waiting for a subtle introduction to ignite. Sure enough, at a moment of rapid change, an unintentional push became the trigger, and a sudden fight suddenly broke out in this solemn and solemn place. The chaotic atmosphere quickly filled the air, like dark clouds covering the sun, and was so oppressive that it almost completely subverted the original peace in the temple.

At this critical moment, it seemed as if a divine needle appeared between heaven and earth. That was Abbot Wujue's eyes that were as bright as a torch with his profound Buddhist practice and majesty. Although he did not attend the scene in person, the invisible spiritual power had transcended the barriers of space and suppressed it from a distance. With just a burst of righteousness, like a bell resounding through the hearts of the people, he instantly calmed down the dispute that was about to get out of control, allowing the temple to return to its original state of tranquility and peace, as if nothing had happened. With the Buddha's light shining all over the place, peace remains the same.

In the White Horse Temple, which carries the mottled years of the ancient temple and the heavy hopes of believers, the monk leader who shoulders the burden of vicissitudes of history and faith - Abbot Wujue, is standing with an unprecedented nervous expression at this moment. His forehead was instantly covered with beads of sweat like a summer shower, dense and hot, indicating the urgency and determination in his heart. Every texture and every inch of skin on the face silently depicts a picture of anxiety, as if the bark of a thousand-year-old tree is trembling in the wind and rain.

His steps were like the wind and grass, stepping on the road paved with bluestone slabs. Every step he took was like a war drum beating in people's hearts. Its sound was exciting and high-spirited, pointing directly into the depths of the solemn and solemn hall with ethereal Sanskrit sounds. at. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he burst out with a thunderous call. The sound was like a bell, reverberating back and forth between the domes of the hall, traveling through time and space, and awakening ancient sleeping memories. The sages responded like stars. After hearing this deafening voice, eminent monks from all walks of life gathered from all directions. They sat around the center to discuss major issues related to the survival of the temple and the well-being of the people.

Today, the atmosphere in the White Horse Temple is like solid iron stone, heavy and depressing. A major change related to the life and death of the temple needs to be resolved urgently. Abbot Wujue's words were like an ice-breaking hammer, hitting the hard bluestone of the hall every word, causing invisible ripples to spread to every corner. The worry in his words was so thick that it was like a black cloud pressing on the golden roof of the majestic hall. "If we handle this matter slightly carelessly, it may lead to an unprecedented disaster." When the time comes, our White Horse Temple may fall into a place of eternal calamity." As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed deeply. This bow contained a deep apology to all the eminent monks sitting here, and at the same time, it also expressed the most piety to the Buddha. The ultimate prayer. At that moment, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, like a cold pool reflecting the heaven and earth, reflecting endless guilt and sincerity, "Here, the poor monk implores all the masters to uphold compassion and give a string of love. The prayer beads were filled with boundless divine power by chanting sutras and consecrating them. This move was really out of necessity, and the guilt in my heart was like a huge boulder, weighing heavily on my heart, making it difficult to let go."

Although the eminent monks were full of doubts in the face of Abbot Wujue's unprecedented request, they upheld their reverence for the Dharma and their trust in their fellow disciples. Their faces were solemn without any hesitation, and they nodded in agreement. They each thought in their hearts: Although it is a matter of consecration and chanting in daily practice, although it is complicated and time-consuming, it is also an important part of sharpening one's mind and improving one's cultivation. However, when they walked out of the solemn hall one by one, the scene in front of them caused their expressions to change instantly, and their hearts were filled with horror: "What a surprise! Have you ever seen such a huge crowd in the temple? There are people who are in urgent need of consecration from all directions. Looking at the small space in the temple, if we want to implement it one by one, I am afraid that even if we wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse, it will not be able to end successfully! Isn’t this going to drag us into a sea of ​​endless suffering?”

However, in the deep corners of this temple, the cunning and wise Abbot Wujue, his eyes that can see through the world, have long been like an ancient well with no bottom, absorbing every wave in the mortal world. The old monk calmly waved his hand, blowing over the young novice's shoulders like a spring breeze. The latter followed the order and soon moved out all the Buddhist beads stored in the temple. These beads were displayed in boxes and strings in front of each eminent monk, just like a mountain of believers' heavy and pious wishes. Each bead seemed to whisper their hope and persistence for transcending the sea of ​​suffering.

The abbot sat firmly on the lotus, with the calmness accumulated over the years between his brows and eyes, and his voice slowly came out: "Fellow practitioners, there is no need to be anxious. At this moment, it is time for you to clear your Zen mind and jointly start this Dharma meeting to illuminate the Buddha beads. . Masters, please stand up one by one, proceed step by step, and be sure to ensure that the order is as calm as the water." In this scene that seems peaceful but actually implies turbulent changes, the poet's narrative strokes are like a delicate carving knife, deeply depicting every scene. The mental outlook and inner world of each character make people feel as if they are immersed in it, and experience the unique atmosphere intertwined with tension and Zen.

When the abbot's words fell, the faces of several respected monks looked like autumn leaves beaten by frost. The look of embarrassment was like a breeze passing over the lake, briefly appearing on their usually calm faces, but then melting away in an instant. They seemed to be riding on a tiger's skin woven from embarrassment and helplessness. They had no way forward or backward, and were in a dilemma. They could only forcefully squeeze out a wry smile, trying to cover up their inner turmoil with surface calm. They each quietly sat down on the futon that smelled of agarwood for thousands of years. They sat cross-legged, and the beads they were rubbing in their hands turned into a developer of time. Every slide and every turn was accompanied by a wave of emotions rising from the depths of their hearts. The indescribable pain.

Despite this, these eminent monks with profound spiritual practice and rock-solid minds still cling to their extraordinary and saintly indifferent demeanor, even though the pain is like a steel needle piercing their hearts. They closed their eyes and lowered their curtains, reciting Sanskrit sounds silently, and quietly immersed themselves in chanting sutras and sitting in meditation, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. No matter how noisy and changing the outside world was, it never changed the direction of its flow. They are infusing sacred spiritual light into each Buddhist bead that carries the ardent faith of believers, allowing those small beads that embody the joys and sorrows of the world to be sublimated at this moment and become a bridge connecting the human world with the world on the other side.

After receiving the string of beads soaked in Buddha's light and wisdom, the people's eyes focused on the eminent monks. Their figures were as tough as rocks, but they showed boundless compassion, as if they could tolerate all the suffering in the world. This gratitude is like a clear spring in the mountains, quietly surging in the bottom of my heart, overflowing in an instant, turning into tears and uncontrollable joy all over my face. Although it is almost dusk and half the day has passed by quietly, the crowds of people who come to seek Buddhist beads are still like a torrent that never stops for a moment.

Facing this unprecedented grand occasion, several eminent monks felt mixed emotions and could hardly look at the sea of ​​devout and anxious eyes. They could only speed up the chanting speed, and the Sanskrit sounds flowing from their mouths were like notes in the wind and rain, compact and firm, and unexpectedly had a sense of modern rap rhythm, rapid but solemn.

As the night fell, the crescent moon crept up the branches. Instead of shrinking, the crowd waiting in line became more dense, like a continuous mountain range that could not be seen to the edge. At this moment, Abbot Wujue witnessed this scene in this silent night, and he couldn't help but feel deep worry in his heart. He straightened his spine and announced to everyone in a tone that combined human kindness and Buddhist determination: "Dear donors, our temple will be closed for renovation tonight. Please go home early to avoid walking on the rugged mountain roads late at night. , encountered unknown dangers.”

(End of this chapter)