I saw an old monk coming, first saluting the people, and then sitting on a high seat specially set for preaching monks.

    Then, the people and believers who enjoyed the lights in the temple came one after another and sat on the ground early. If they were late, they would huddle together, hold the tree, stand on tiptoe and look forward to it.

    In fact, Yuanzai doesn''t feel strange.

    Monks preach and talk to each other. They pay attention to a solemn and solemn manner. The more profound and obscure they speak, the better. However, it is not necessary to preach to ordinary people. They can come as popular as they are. After all, most people can''t understand those literary words.

    I saw the old monk with gray eyebrows and solemn appearance recite the Buddha''s name, and then his face changed, imitating the woman''s voice and saying:

    "My loving mother told Mulian: ''I created karma for my previous life, killed pigs and sheep, never repaired good deeds, and always consulted evil. Now I come here, I suffer unspeakably. The slurry is not famous, and I never met food. I''m always covered with sores. I suffer endlessly, and I live and die all day." my loving mother called Mulian to come near, Mulian, Mulian... "

    With two calls, several young monks began to beat wooden fish and create an atmosphere with various musical instruments.

    On the high platform, the old monk continued to sing and read, and covered his face with sleeves, showing a look of "I''m miserable":

    "I''m not thinking about it in the world. I''m greedy and kill pigs and sheep all day. There will be no good or evil in the world. When will I suffer new disasters today.

    Hell is always hungry and thirsty. When boiling, it enters the soup, or goes to the sword mountain and sword tree, or lies on the iron bed for a long time.

    More ploughing and pulling out the tongue, foreign copper filling mouth, suffering when, for several years, I don''t smell the water vapor of the slurry, hungry and full of sores... "

    Sobbing sounded. Yuanzai found that the women around him, who were soft hearted, miserable and inexperienced, had already cried together.

    meanwhile.

    The four figures fell to the top of the Buddhist hall and were looking at the absurd farce below.

    After watching for a while, Duke felt that the people of the Tang Dynasty were too easy to cheat, especially those older women. After listening to it for a while, he scrambled to pick jewelry and bracelets, saying that he would melt the gold body for the Bodhisattva and the Buddha, and make atonement for himself and his family.

    A good Shangyuan Festival, just become a bad heart.

    Pan Ming doesn''t feel strange. After all, people in this era don''t have too many entertainment activities, let alone watching movies and TV dramas. It''s difficult to get access to books. Now it''s rare to see a performance. No matter how simple, their hearts will be touched.

    Of course, the monks knew how to be measured. Mulian told the story of saving his mother, suggesting that the believers could stop by donating their offerings once.

    At present, it is better to tell more festive stories during the Shangyuan Festival. In this way, they began to tell historical legends and folk stories to publicize the prestige and achievements of saints

    Vulgar!

    It''s a popular saying!

    If it weren''t for the occasion, Lu Li wanted to scold: a group of swindlers shaved their hair, put on their cassocks, and then brought a wooden fish, they could swagger and cheat!

    The most shameful thing is to call it:

    Wash away sin.

    From beginning to end, there was no manifestation of any vision. Lu Li saw it clearly. The old monk sitting on the high platform opened his eyes many times and secretly glanced at the artifacts donated to believers.

    "It''s really an eye opener. The Dharma of Buddha''s tongue blooming lotus deserves its reputation." Duke teased impolitely.

    "The knives in the hands of emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty are still too blunt." Pan Ming disdained.

    "Let several masters laugh, poor monk Chu Jin, he is the abbot of the temple."

    Then, a figure appeared behind Lu Li, seemingly silent, but Lu Li had investigated everywhere just when he came. There was no shortage of Sanmen hall, Tianwang hall and Mahavira hall. Moreover, the lecture hall, sutra Pavilion, Guanyin hall, dizang hall, ancestral hall and Jialan hall are all complete.

    How much does it cost to build it?

    Xu Shi noticed Lu Li''s disdain. Chu Jin turned around and asked, "benefactor, do you have a misunderstanding about our temple?"

    "Hehe, there is no misunderstanding."

    On one side, Duke replied on behalf of him, "I think the Kung Fu of blooming lotus flowers in your temple is really powerful. Killing good men and women as fat sheep can make them willing."

    "Sure enough, benefactor misunderstood." Chu Jin shook his head. "No one dares to covet the money donated by the good believers. They either melt it to make a gold body for the Buddha or use it to build a multi pagoda."

    "When I first came to Qianfu temple, I recited the Dharma Sutra one day. When I saw the pagoda, I suddenly saw the pagoda. I sat in meditation for six years and vowed to build the pagoda."

    "However, the power is limited, so we can only talk about it. Please raise money from good faith and raise money from all sides."

    Pagoda.

    It used to be a place to store monk bones and relics. In this dynasty, it became a sign. As long as conditions permit, monks will build a tower in the temple and stand in front of the Mahavira hall.

    But when they were about to enter the hall, they found that there was nothing in the courtyard.

    Incense is so prosperous, why is it difficult to build a tower?

    Unless the old monk has a big heart

    Well, the pagoda.

    Just listening to the name, I feel extraordinary. It is named Duobao.

    "I wonder how much money your temple still needs?" Pan Ming said quietly.

    Chu Jin announced the Buddha''s name together and said frankly, "after six years, he has raised 500000 yuan, but there is still a gap of 500000."

    Lu Li was speechless for a while. A piece of mutton Hu cake cost one money. If the money to build the pagoda was to buy cakes

    At this point, there was nothing to say. Li panchi asked, "then why deceive believers? The monk in charge of preaching is ordinary, even a philistine."

    The old monk was not frightened by Li Bing''s appearance. It seemed that he had practiced his Qi cultivation skills at home. He asked, "Why are you talking nonsense? As long as you donate money, we will deal with all sins for them and ensure that they will never fall into hell after they die."

    Frankly speaking, this can''t be verified.

    At least Lu Li and others can''t verify it.

    However, Chu Jin took the initiative to say, "you have great luck. If you want to enter our door, I will show my Dharma and show my Buddhist magic power."

    Pan Ming, Du kezhang, Prince Huai, Li Xian.

    A heir who was appreciated and valued by his father and wanted to send his family and country, and praised by his ministers as the zhensi of all countries and the courtesy of the three dynasties, was falsely accused of rebellion, and the false accuser was her biological mother, Empress Wu.

    Li Zhi knew the reason in his heart and wanted to protect him, but Wu Zetian refuted him: he was a rebel for the son of man, which is not allowed by heaven and earth; There is no amnesty for killing relatives in righteousness!

    A wise crown prince, a cowardly father and empress mother.

    It is said that people with resentment will turn into fierce ghosts after death, and what about the crown prince?

    Lu Li thought it would be very difficult.

    Chu Jin said it very vaguely and summarized it by unknown coming to the world. After all, Prince Zhang Huai is the close uncle of today''s saints, and they come from the same source.

    "The poor monk built the pagoda not for his own selfish thoughts, but to surpass the dead."

    "In fact, I don''t need to say anything. I think the four benefactors will believe everything the poor monk said at the great court meeting in two hours."

    Words are full of certainty.

    Think of Chu Jin''s previous statement that the remaining 500000 yuan would be invested by the Emperor himself, and Lu Li believed it again.

    to make a long story short.

    The whole case was not complicated. The two girls had a bad day of incense, were watched by unknown people, and finally died.

    However, there is still one doubt.

    Why did they cross half of Chang''an City and come to Qianfu temple for incense?

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