Chapter 281 Where are the Zombies?
When Yang Xian was thinking about how to answer so that these people could divert their disgust towards Little Milk Ball, he heard Little Milk Ball's childish voice: "Yang Xian just said don't touch it, what's the big deal?"
While talking, Mianmian quietly poked her little head out and winked at Yang Xian through Su Chenjin.
Yang Xian's nervous mood was instantly dispelled by the cute behavior of the little milk ball.
The person who accused Yang Xian frowned and replied when asked by Mian Mian: "Little Junior Sister, what you said is wrong. It's okay to not touch it, but after he said it, we can't hear Master Yonghui's lecture, which is the most important thing."
"It doesn't matter if you can't hear it. Mianmian didn't hear it either." Mianmian felt a little tired of looking up at people, so she reached out to Su Chenjin directly.
Su Chenjin picked up Mianmian and stared at the man together with Mianmian.
One is big and the other is small, one has narrow eyes and the other has round eyes. When they look at people together, they make people feel cold for no reason.
The person who had said that there was something wrong with Yang Xian suddenly became a little nervous.
He stammered, "Why is it okay? We all gathered together in the hope of gaining some enlightenment today, right? Master Yonghui is a great monk, and his enlightenment is very useful to us."
Someone agreed with him, "That's right. In the past, Buddhism and Taoism were clearly separated, but that was a bad habit. Now, cultivation emphasizes the combination of the strengths of various schools. We are trying to find the way on our own. The family doesn't have many independent people who can help us, so of course we need these insights."
"That's right, this senior brother is right."
"Of course we do!"
The people in the square became excited and expressed their agreement with the two speakers.
Yang Xian frowned, thinking that these people were ungrateful.
After Mianmian believed his words, she not only prevented everyone from hearing, but also helped everyone in the square. However, these people were still eager to accept those impure things, thinking that not allowing them to hear would harm them.
That's why he doesn't like dealing with people! During the ten years of wandering, he had the opportunity to follow some big brothers and become a gangster leader in cities with looser regulations to do some sneaky business, but he refused all of them because he didn't want to deal with these interpersonal relationships.
When Yang Xian felt annoyed, his eyes never left Mianmian.
He really wanted to know what the little milk ball, who was a little special to him, would say next.
"Amitabha." Under Yang Xian's gaze, Mianmian put her hands together and performed a Buddhist etiquette to the person who was arguing. "Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved. If we can't hear it, it proves that we are not destined to be together. Mianmian is a child and is not anxious. You should not be anxious either. There must be another destiny waiting for you."
Yonghui, who had been silent the whole time, spoke before everyone else: "Little Junior Sister, you are being too superficial. There are so many monks in the square, isn't there one who has a connection with Buddhism?"
His smiling face still looks compassionate and kind.
Su Chenjin keenly sensed the trap in Yonghui's words.
If the young lady answered yes, it was because everyone had no affinity with Buddha and that was why they could not hear it, then everyone would be offended again.
The people in the square today are all practitioners. Even though their levels vary, and none of them can compare to the young girl individually, but many ants can kill an elephant, and no one knows what killer weapons these people have hidden.
Is it really necessary for Yonghui to be so obvious? Su Chenjin was ready to help his aunt make amends and waited for her to speak.
"I mean there is no fate." Mianmian blinked and looked at Yonghui, her chubby white face full of sincerity, "But Mianmian didn't say there is no fate with Buddhism. I said there is no fate between us and your perception. Do you think what you said is Buddhism?"
The smile on Yonghui's face froze.
The first time I met Su Mianmian, I realized that this child was not an ordinary child. She was so young and could make up stories! This directly defeated him! No matter how he answered, it seemed that he was wrong. After all, what he just said was his own perception and had nothing to do with the true Dharma.
The words and examples in the Buddhist scriptures actually do not represent Buddhism at all.
No one knows what is in the minds of Western saints, so how can anyone dare to claim that he or she can represent Buddhism?
In the crowd, there was a monk with pockmarks all over his face, who suddenly smiled.
He could suffer at the hands of Su Mianmian, but Yonghui dared to argue with Su Mianmian. Fortunately, they didn't say that they would sit down and discuss, otherwise Yonghui would have been struck by lightning and turned into a black monk! When the pockmarked monk was thinking about this, Mianmian suddenly felt an itchy nose and sneezed loudly.
She sniffed and felt that the scene seemed familiar.
My mother said that Mianmian is in very good health, never gets sick, and even sneezes seldom.
But she had sneezed like this before when she was interviewed by reporters at her second nephew's house.
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At that time, it seemed that someone came over and asked her about her mother? Mianmian looked around the square, but didn't see anything.
She took out a handkerchief from her small bag and covered her nose with it for fear that she would get choked again.
On the stage, Yonghui was nodding slowly, with a meaningful smile on his face: "How dare I presume to represent Buddhism? Then everyone may not be destined to meet me today."
He took a step back and stopped asking why no one heard it.
The humble look of him lowering his eyes silently made the monks around him secretly praise him: He is worthy of being a great monk, he has a good temper.
However, could it be that they really had no chance to experience Master Yonghui's enlightenment? After Yonghui finished speaking, he raised his eyes and said, "Junior Sister is indeed a wise person. I'm sure everyone would like to hear her talk about her enlightenment. Why not let her share her experience with everyone this afternoon?"
His invitation was sincere.
Mianmian waved her hands quickly: "Hey, Mianmian is a child. Children's perceptions are only suitable for children. They can't be told to adults."
Yonghui's benevolent eyes swept around the square, and he spoke again: "Junior sister, you are too modest. There are many cultivators present who worship the Five Great Immortals and walk the earth to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. But they have never brought the Five Great Immortals into our Fahua Temple. Junior sister, you can bring zombies and monsters in at the same time. If you are not a junior sister with profound Taoism, how can they let them enter the important Buddhist place with you?"
These words were like a bombshell, leaving the monks present at a loss for words.
Zombies? Monsters? Entered the Fahua Temple? Are you kidding? Yonghui was right. They did worship the five great immortals since ancient times. The five great immortals are: Fox Immortal (fox), Yellow Immortal (weasel), White Immortal (hedgehog), Willow Immortal (snake), and Gray Immortal (mouse). A family can only worship one great immortal, and each immortal can do different things.
Although the five great immortals are commonly known as the immortals, they cannot enter places like temples and Taoist temples because, in essence, they are monsters and cannot withstand the aura of saints in temples and Taoist temples.
Monsters are fine, but zombies, such extremely yin creatures, actually came in! Shouldn't they be stopped by the Buddha's light at the entrance of the temple? So where are the zombies, and who are they? Corpse poison is no joke! (End of this chapter)