Chapter 279 The distinguished guest has not arrived yet
There are more than a dozen Taoist temples, Buddhist temples and nunneries of all sizes in the north city, all gathered behind the Fahua Temple. This medium-sized temple is crowded with people.
Previous Dharma assemblies would definitely not be so lively. The Fahua Temple would selectively invite guests, but this year, all the persons in charge of registered Taoist temples, Buddhist temples and nunneries received invitations. Some of the invitations were even delivered personally by young monks from the Fahua Temple. The invitation was even widely publicized to allow some "great immortals" from the folk to participate.
This phenomenon puzzled many people, so they gathered together to discuss it.
"What's going on this year? Why is it such a big deal?"
"It's hard to say. It seems to be much more relaxed. I know someone who has made a lot of money by fortune-telling online."
"When you mentioned fortune-telling on the Internet, I remembered a young lady from the Su family."
"Yes, yes, yes, this baby is really amazing. I also watched her last live broadcast. She can open the Yin-Yang eyes for people from a distance!"
"Why didn't this little girl come today?"
When these people were talking about Mianmian, Yongjue and Qingxu got together.
Different from those scattered folk sorcerers, the two were the masters of orthodox Taoist temples, and they both wore "uniforms" in such grand events.
Yongjue was wearing a red robe with gold edges. His old face was full of wrinkles and he was thin.
Qingxu was wearing a purple robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and wearing a lotus crown with a golden lotus on his head. He was also thin.
The two old men stood together, looked him up and down, then snorted coldly.
Yongjue was the first to say, "Niubizi, you really look energetic."
Qingxu said: "Isn't it natural for an old Taoist to be so? But you, I heard that the incense in your Shifang Temple is not as popular as here, don't you have any thoughts in your mind?"
"Why should I, a person outside the secular world, care about these things?" Yongjue smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and had a profound smile on his face.
Qingxu was too lazy to say anything to Yongjue. He looked at the sun that had just risen in the sky and said in a rather dull tone, "Junior Sister Mianmian is still sleeping now. Tsk, letting me stand with an old bald donkey like you affects my mood."
"Hehe, I haven't even told you that you're affecting my mood, but you have the nerve to say it first?" Yongjue had a cold face and didn't want to talk.
The two of them stood in the front and quarreled, and the disciples behind them looked at each other. They had known that this would happen when the master and the abbot met, but they couldn't help but say in their hearts: The master/abbot is really a naughty boy! Some people who hadn't seen Mianmian in person were also looking forward to the conversation between Qingxu and Yongjue.
How powerful is the young lady of the Su family?
In fact, they were not the only ones praying. The abbot of Fahua Temple, Yonghui, was also looking forward to meeting Mianmian. He sat on the platform of the Dharma Assembly, an old monk wearing a cassock like Yongjue, twisting his Buddhist beads and smiling.
Time passed minute by minute, and monks from the Fahua Temple came to distribute vegetarian steamed buns.
Everyone answered and couldn't help asking, "Your Abbot Yonghui sent out invitations to us to attend the Dharma Assembly today, why haven't you started the lecture yet?"
"It used to start at this time."
“That’s right.”
These people may not necessarily be practicing Buddhism, but they also want to get some insights from the great monks. These insights may not be realized by them for ten or twenty years, which is very beneficial to their practice.
The monks of Fahua Temple were also willing to listen to opinions. When they heard everyone asking, they selected a representative to come on stage and whisper in the ear of Abbot Yonghui.
After hearing this, Yonghui put his hands together and chanted the name of the dharma: "Amitabha! Good, good, it's not that I don't want to start, but there is actually an important guest who has not arrived yet."
Everyone asked who this important guest was.
Yonghui said: "This guest is the heir of the Jiang family. Now she is in the Su family. The donors on the Internet respect her as the little aunt. But she and I are of the same generation, so she can be regarded as my junior sister."
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in surprise.
Just now they were discussing this little aunt, but they didn't expect that Master Yonghui didn't give a lecture in advance today just because of this little aunt? Why is this necessary? She's just a little kid, maybe she just couldn't get up from bed in the morning?
No matter how smart a child who can't wake up is, he probably doesn't have any wisdom, so what's the point of waiting?
Isn't this a waste of all their time?
Everyone has come to the Dharma Assembly in such a cooperative way because they all want to make some progress. The Dharma Assembly will only last for two days and two nights from today. If you miss it, you will have no chance.
At this moment, these people's impression of Mianmian suddenly changed.
As time passed, everyone had many complaints.
Yongjue frowned.
The gates of hell are about to open, and in fact, it does not only start to affect the mortal world at night, but also during the day. Fahua Temple is an important Buddhist site, and the Buddha's light should be shining everywhere, but now it is shrouded in a shadow because of the words of these people.
Qingxu also noticed this. He swung his whisk and squinted at Yonghui on the stage.
Taoism has names and seniority systems, and so does Buddhism.
Yonghui and Yongjue are monks of the same generation, but their personalities are completely different. Yonghui always has a smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha, and people have no idea what he is thinking.
Qingxu thought about the information he had obtained from cooperating with the Su family and tapped the handle of his whisk with his fingers.
Yonghui seemed to be cooperating with the Fallen God Cult, and he wanted to see if he could find out anything through this ceremony. But wasn't Yonghui's purpose a little too direct? Wasn't it inappropriate to deliberately make these people hate the little girl?
On the stage, Yonghui's eyes met Qingxu's. Yonghui nodded slightly, closed his eyes and just twirled the Buddhist beads.
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Seeing that complaining couldn't change Yonghui's mind and that the lecture had to be given in advance, the other people at the meeting had no choice but to shut up, sit cross-legged, and close their eyes to practice.
They waited until half past nine, and finally, at the entrance of the square of Fahua Temple, Su Chenjin appeared holding Mianmian.
When the little girl saw that everyone had their eyes closed and was silent and the atmosphere was solemn, her expression immediately became embarrassed.
She is indeed late!
I wanted to get up on my own, but I was too sleepy.
A monk from the Fahua Temple led her and Su Chenjin inside, saying as they walked: "Please come this way, donor."
The sound of talking caused the people meditating on the ground to open their eyes and look at Mianmian. There were cushions where they sat, leaving only a path in the middle.
At first, only people on both sides of the road heard the sound and woke up from their meditation state. Later, everyone shouted and looked at Mianmian.
Mianmian was in Su Chenjin's arms, her big eyes moving around, her gaze moving over the people sitting on the ground. Occasionally, when she saw a few people whose fate lines she couldn't tell, she would take a second look at them, trying to remember them.
“It’s finally here.”
"Yeah, yeah, this kid is really impressive. He actually brought so many people with him!"
"Are you treating the Dharma Assembly as an amusement park? Why are there so many little kids?"
Some people with good Taoism skills saw the faint light flickering on Yang Xian's forehead and couldn't help but sigh: "This young man is only eighteen years old, but he has such a good talent. He actually opened the third eye between his eyebrows?"
The level of the third eye is much higher than the Yin-Yang eye. Not every practitioner can open it, and the abilities after opening it are also different. Most people only open the Yin-Yang eye after practicing, but they flatter themselves and say it is the third eye.
Su Chenjin has long legs and walked to the front of the stage in no time.
He also knew the rules, and after putting Mianmian down, he first clasped his hands together and saluted Abbot Yonghui, then introduced him, "Little aunt, this is the abbot of Fahua Temple, Master Yonghui."
Mianmian was actually looking at Yonghui.
The little girl opened her third eye and could only see the third eye. Yonghui was surrounded by golden light. Those were the faith value and merit, which meant that Abbot Yonghui was also a Buddhist who did a lot of good deeds.
She also saw Yonghui's past, a clever and intelligent little monk who was always praised by others.
Mianmian tilted her head, feeling strange.
If Abbot Yonghui is such a good abbot, then why do all the clues point to Fahua Temple?
(End of this chapter)