Chapter 308 Computers are really useful
The other monks who were chanting also opened their eyes after Abbot Yongjue stopped entering into meditation.
When the monks of the Fahua Temple opened their eyes, they saw that their abbot had not stood up, so the two monks in the front immediately went to help him.
"Master?"
When I was helping him, I was puzzled: How could Master not finish reciting the sutras and get up without knowing it? It was not until I met Yonghui that I knew the answer.
"Fang, how did the abbot...how did he die...No, he passed away! The abbot passed away!"
The monk shouted in panic, but the patrolling monks who joined him looked relieved. The abbot passed away, which meant that the things hidden in the Buddha statue were taken away, and no one punished them! It was a good thing! The abbot of Fahua Temple passed away, which was also a big news for other casual practitioners who participated in the Dharma Assembly! These people couldn't believe that the old abbot, who was still energetic yesterday, had gone to see the Buddha just by reciting sutras all night.
Everyone was discussing it, and some people asked the monks who were chanting sutras whether they had seen the ghost messenger coming to take souls away.
"Abbot Yonghui was an accomplished monk. How could he pass away so soon?"
"Yes, Abbot Yonghui should have lived a long life, why did he pass away?"
Everyone was talking about it, but the monks of Fahua Temple were trembling with fear. They all knew the reason why the temple was so popular, and now the abbot had passed away inexplicably, maybe even the "Buddha" was gone.
What should they do as people who knew about the incident? But no matter what, the abbot had passed away, and the funeral affairs had to be handled according to the tradition of Fahua Temple. Everyone nominated the eldest brother to formulate the process.
The dilemma is that Yonghui did not leave any words before his death, and no one knows whether to let his body continue to be worshipped or to be cremated.
After final discussion, it was decided to cremate the body after today.
As for who will be the abbot of Fahua Temple, Taoist Master Qingxu presented relevant documents and said that this matter has been postponed.
When the monks heard that the ceremony was postponed, they thought of the gold, silver and treasures inside the Buddha statues in the Fahua Temple. They said that the other Buddha statues had not been lit yet, so they dispersed. In fact, they wanted to discuss what to do with the treasures away from everyone.
They never thought that Yonghui would die, and naturally they never thought that one day they might become the masters of Fahua Temple. But when these monks arrived at the side hall, they found that the Buddha statue in the side hall had been destroyed long ago.
"Why are all the treasures here gone?"
"What should I do now?"
While the monks were in a panic, the little kid who took the treasure was still sleeping soundly.
I slept until the afternoon, then woke up slowly.
She opened her eyes and found that her eldest nephew was still sleeping, so she got up from the bed carefully. As soon as she got out of bed, she saw Baibai, Xiaohu, Dahuang and Xiaohuang lying on the ground.
Everyone was sleeping so soundly! Mianmian walked out of the room quietly and ran to the cafeteria for dinner. The little boy couldn't run any longer, so he stretched out his hand to tear off the talisman on his head, turned around and said depressedly: "What are you doing, Qingxu, why are you fixing my body!"
Taoist Master Qingxu blinked his eyes, and the skinny old man pretended to be cute and said, "Junior Sister Mianmian, you got a lot of spoils in the Fahua Temple yesterday, can you share some with me?"
When Mianmian heard that Qingxu was here to ask for the spoils, she covered her small bag and shook her head: "No, this is Mianmian's spoils, I can't give it to you!"
Mom said that the spoils belong to her and she should control them by herself. No one can take them away! Seeing that Mianmian refused so straightforwardly, Qingxu stopped teasing her and stood up straight, saying, "Brother, I'm just teasing you. I don't want your spoils. But those things belong to the pilgrims after all. It's not good for Junior Sister Mianmian to keep them around."
Mianmian saw that Qingxu really didn't want them anymore, so she let go of his hand and said seriously, "Mianmian plans to use these things for charity, and doesn't plan to keep them. Those pilgrims may need them in some cases. When I was fortune-telling earlier, Mianmian saw a lot of dogs, and everyone said they were stray dogs. Mianmian wants to raise them so that they all have a place to live."
"Yang Xian had been wandering before, and Mianmian wanted to provide a place for the wandering people, so that they could learn a skill, work hard, and have a place to live."
"There are also some people who are sick and in trouble. If they need help and have a connection with Mianmian, this money can be used just for them."
"If there's any extra left, Mianmian will give you some. Your Supernatural Management Bureau should also spend money, right?"
"Also, Mian Mian got these after she smashed those Buddha statues yesterday. She also needs to repair them."
Qingxu listened to Mianmian's words and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I knew that Junior Sister Mianmian is smart. There are vegetarian dishes in the cafeteria, Junior Sister, go and eat them."
In fact, as the director of the Supernatural Administration, he has the right to take these things back. But since Junior Sister Mianmian doesn't want to keep them for collection, but has great use for them, let Junior Sister Mianmian make her own plans.
Mianmian felt completely relieved only when she felt that Qingxu really didn't want money anymore.
She ran to the cafeteria, where the monks were replaced by those from Shifang Temple, who gave her a bowl of rice and some vegetarian dishes.
After finishing her meal, Mianmian did not forget her older nephew and his friends who were still sleeping. She asked the monks in the cafeteria to help her put the food into lunch boxes, and then ran to the guest rooms with them.
It was almost dark at this time. After Mianmian returned to the guest room, she happened to meet Su Chenjin going out.
The little boy smiled and raised the lunch box in his hand and handed it to Su Chenjin: "Nephew, it's time to eat~"
Su Chenjin had actually been using his phone to handle business, and he just wanted to take a nap while lying on the bed, but he fell asleep unexpectedly. When he woke up, he found that his aunt was not there, so he went out to look for her, but he received a message from his aunt unexpectedly.
He picked up the lunch box and returned to the guest room. As he opened it, he said, "Yang Xian is resting next door. Liu An and the others have gone to listen to Master Yongjue's lecture."
Mianmian nodded: "Okay!"
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Then he took out the small brocade bag from the small bag and poured it directly onto the bed. The gold bricks and other things that he had taken out of the Buddha statue earlier appeared on the table.
"Nephew, please help me. Mianmian wants to use them on the right people."
There was such a large pile of gold, silver and treasures that Su Chenjin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Fahua Temple actually collected so many things? "My nephew will." Su Chenjin nodded and said, "Please collect them first and exchange them later."
"Yeah." Mianmian put away all the things. After seeing the soul-catching rope, she thought about how it had caught so many evil spirits and decided to send them to the underworld.
She lay on the bed, her soul left her body, and took the evil spirits to the underworld.
The underworld was empty today, and the ghost messengers did not line up. It was Ghost Festival, and the ghosts were reveling. Even for those who died today, there was no need to lure their souls in. All they had to do was follow behind and watch them say goodbye to their families.
When Mianmian arrived at the judge's house, she saw Ding Song sitting at the table, typing on the computer, while Cui Yu was sitting next to him, watching intently.
"Uncle Cui, here I come!"
Only after hearing Mianmian's voice did Cui Yu look away from the computer.
"Mianmian, why are you still coming here on Ghost Festival?"
Mian Mian handed the evil ghosts rolled into a small black ball to Cui Yu: "Mian Mian sent them down. Oh, there are still evil ghosts from the underworld. Mian Mian has eliminated a lot of them. Will it have any impact?"
Cui Yu showed a light and shallow smile on his fair face: "It won't affect anything. Aren't these newly sent by Mianmian just enough to make up for it?"
There is never a shortage of evil spirits in hell.
He handed the evil ghosts over to the ghost messengers on duty and pointed at the computer and said, "This computer is really easy to use. In just one day and one night in the mortal world, so many plans were written."
(End of this chapter)