When everyone heard this, their faces changed color. The sentimental Buddha had already known that he had followed him all the way. He really had magic power!
Young Master Senpo (Ma Xiaoguang) rolled his eyes, bowed first, and then said to the lama: "Master Mingjian, we have come to ask for something, but please take a step to speak."
The fat lama was a little puzzled, but seeing that Master Senpo was well-dressed and spoke in an extraordinary manner, he knew he was not an ordinary person, so he didn't hesitate.
The lama and Master Senpo turned aside, lowered their voices, and muttered for a long time.
After a while, Master Senpo took out something from his arms and stuffed it into the master's sleeve.
The master was also calm and calm. He rolled up his sleeves lightly, his face suddenly changed into many dharma appearances, turned around and hurried away.
"Master, what did you say to that Buddha?" The fat man couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Oh, Master Duoji said that you are destined to be my Buddha, and I am going to get you tonsured here..." Master Senpo said quietly.
"What?" The fat man was a little furious when he heard this, and jumped up on the spot.
"I originally planned to come by myself, but Lord Buddha said that you are the only one among us who has a destiny with me. Besides, didn't you work in Qixia Temple before..." Young Master Senpo said sarcastically.
"No! I'm not married yet. Our Yang family is a loyal family and we can't have no heirs!" The fat man kept shaking his head.
"Master, do you want to think about it again?" Shopkeeper Luo also helped to persuade.
"Well, young master, this is a major event in life, aren't you a little hasty?" Brother Guishou also asked with some apprehension.
"No! Someone must sacrifice himself as a Buddha, ah no, for the country!" Master Senpo Zhuang Rong said.
"Master! I know I usually eat better, but you don't eat less either...but I'm never hesitant when it comes to work!" The fat man called out to Tianqu.
"Brother, calm down! Calm down! This is only temporary, and it is also for..." Young Master Senpo said half of the words, but he swallowed the other half, but stretched out his finger and pointed at the sun in the sky.
When the fat man saw it, he seemed to understand. He stopped arguing, rolled his eyes twice, and asked, "Can I eat meat?"
"Don't worry, this is Lamaism. You are not allowed to eat meat, and you don't have to burn the scars! Just shave your head and that's it." Master Senpo whispered.
"What's the benefit?"
"There are many benefits. This time, I will listen to your command." Young Master Senpo seemed a little unhappy.
Seeing that the two stopped arguing and changed their mysterious looks, Shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou looked at each other, but they were both a little confused.
Not long after, I saw a young monk walking over quickly. After saluting, he said, "Everyone, please follow me."
After everyone heard this, they didn't say much and followed the monk through two more Buddhist halls and came to a Buddhist hall.
But here I saw the fat Master Doji just now wearing a yellow monk's hat, standing in the middle, surrounded by many monks standing on both sides, holding various magical instruments, or chanting sutras with their hands folded, all of them were quite solemn.
"This donor, have you thought about it?" Master Dorje asked solemnly.
"Think about it!" The fat man replied with a dull expression. Now that things are going well, it has to be done, and it has to be done if it doesn't work.
Upon hearing this, Master Duoji naturally immediately signaled that the Buddhist tonsure ceremony would officially begin.
Only the sound of a chime was heard, and the lamas began chanting sutras.
The ceremony started from guidance, enlightenment, invitation to teachers, enlightenment, invitation to saints, etc., to thanking the four graces, repentance, initiation and shaving. The master was meticulous.
After the ceremony was completed, the fat man's original short hair was shaved cleanly with a razor, and his head was shiny.
At first glance, ss--it looks like that!
Master Dorje put his hand on the fat man's head again and recited a scripture.
After a while, the master clasped his hands together and said to the fat man: "The ceremony is completed! From now on, you will be my disciple, and your Dharma name will be Dele - which means good luck and good luck in Chinese!"
"Master is really knowledgeable about heavenly beings!" Young Master Senpo and the other two people behind him immediately praised the master after hearing this.
However, the master's face was as dark as water and he said: "Okay, as the saying goes, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form... Dele, just accept the ultimatum and the magical weapon, and go to the west to spread the Dharma!"
After saying this, he took the monks with him and drifted away...
Only four young masters, Senpo, were left in the Buddhist hall.
"Damn, this is too watery! After all, it is a big event in life, I have to have a meal!" Master Senpo spat.
"Fat Master, ah, Great Lama Budele, you can be regarded as a quick convert. According to Buddhism, this is called epiphany!" Brother Guishou exclaimed.
"You're so quick! It cost me a thousand oceans, Master... Fatty, ah no, Master, look what souvenir your master gave us?" Master Senpo said angrily.
The fat man quickly took the yellow cloth bag handed over by a master and looked at the magic weapon inside.
The baggage was opened, and inside there were four sets of lama robes, and four certificates. One was filled in, but it belonged to the Great Lama Dele, while the other three were blank, with only the seal of Guangren Temple underneath. .
In addition, there are four Dzi beads. One has five eyes, one has three eyes, and two have four eyes.
"Hey! What a good thing. Just these four Dzi beads are worth a lot of money!" Shopkeeper Luo's eyes naturally lit up when he saw the treasure.
"Master Duoji still has professional ethics. He sent the Buddha to the West. Everything is in order. Not bad, not bad, and there are souvenirs!" The fat man praised as he looked at the baggage.
After saying that, he divided the robes with everyone, and each person also had a dzi bead.
Now, the fat man has a different status, so he naturally has to wear the most precious five-eyed Dzi beads. The two four-eyed ones were given to Shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou, while Master Senpo himself quietly took the smallest three-eyed Dzi beads.
"The Dharma name on the empty certificate needs to be filled in after thinking about it. The empty space is the color." Master Senpo thought for a moment and said.
Everyone changed their clothes, packed their bags, and left Guangren Temple with satisfaction.
In fact, this method was what Ma Xiaoguang had been thinking about on the way here. How could he hide himself well and travel unimpeded in the northwest?
The secret service's identity was best not to be exposed unless it was absolutely necessary. The folk customs in that place were unique and money was not always easy to use.
When he saw the solemn appearance of Master Duoji at the Xiaodong Gate, a flash of light struck Master Senpo in the head, so he led everyone to follow him to Guangren Temple.
Originally, he was really planning to sacrifice his life to be a Buddha, and to relieve the irritation caused by eating too much lamb kidneys. The problem was that Master Duoji was not an ordinary person, but he fell in love with the fat man at first sight.
"Everything is fate!" After leaving the mountain gate of Guangren Temple, Master Senpo couldn't help but sigh.
After preparing some necessary supplies, the four of them bought long-distance train tickets to Jincheng and headed to the capital of Gansu Province.
There were all kinds of people on the long-distance bus. It was not surprising that there were four more lamas. There were so many lamas in the northwest.
I can't drive myself, I'm too tired. The unlucky road conditions in the northwest may be causing trouble, and four lamas driving a car won't matter in future generations, but this is the Republic of China, and it's a bit too unconventional!
Keep a low profile. Agents must keep a low profile.
Among the four of them, the fat man had shaved his head, and the other three had cut their hair short and put on robes. They really looked like that if they didn't talk.
Moreover, the climate here in the northwest is unique, especially after riding a long-distance bus for several days. If my hair was really black and shiny, it would be like hemp rope.
Touching his kiwi-like head, the fat man couldn't help feeling a little lucky.
After five days on the long-distance bus, the four eminent monks finally arrived in Jincheng, the capital of Gansu Province.
In later generations, the most famous dish here was beef noodles.
Although it is said that "form is emptiness", at present, the Buddha still has a physical body and still needs to eat.
No, as soon as they got off the car, the four of them went to the Ma Baozi Beef Noodle Restaurant in Guansheng Lane.
As soon as we entered the door, the waiter wearing a white hat brought four bowls of beef soup. The taste was so delicious!
"Fresh!" Master Senpo couldn't help but praise.
"Keep your voice down, you are now a young lama." The Great Lama Dele reminded Master Senpo by using the soup bowl to cover up.
"Yes! I will obey the Master's decree." Master Senpo agreed in a low voice angrily. He was still depressed about the fact that the fat man could become a high lama.
Along the way, the fat man, who was a great lama, received favors from many good men and women, and made a lot of donations.
By the way, even the two antique experts, shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou, got a lot of credit. They got Thangkas, Buddha statues, Buddhist beads... In short, they made many people, young and old, secretly very happy, saying that the trip was well worth it!
Soon four large bowls were brought to the table. They were full of capillary beef noodles in clear soup with the aroma of beef. On top were green garlic sprouts, chili oil and thinly sliced beef. They were put aside on a plate. Just looking at it makes you want to eat.
When the four fake lamas saw this, they quickly started to pay homage to the five internal organs temple which had been empty for a long time.
Three times five times two times, the beef noodles are finished, and even the soup is cleaned up.
The surrounding diners did not particularly care about how the Buddhas were eating. After all, the Buddhas had not yet cultivated the Vajra body and were still hungry.
After all, the Buddhist scriptures also say: "All appearances are not appearances, and all appearances are false."
This place is home to many ethnic groups and various religions, so the fake Buddhas are not too out of the ordinary.
But there are always people who are thoughtful and will take a second look. There is a diner in a long gown here who just finished a bowl of noodles and was so hot that he was sweating.
This man took out his handkerchief and walked towards the table where the four Buddhas were sitting.
"Master, I'm so polite." The man in a long gown greeted him politely.
"The donor is polite, may I ask, what advice can you give me?" the Great Lama Dele replied with a loud tongue.
"I have some Buddhists who would like to ask for advice..." the man in long robe said respectfully.
"Donor, please tell me." the great lama said.
"I have a copy of the Diamond Sutra, which is an ancient relic of the Eastern Han Dynasty. I would like to invite a master..." The man in the long robe said in a deep voice.
As soon as he said this, shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou next to him almost choked on their noses with the last mouthful of beef soup.
This "Diamond Sutra" was introduced to China during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. As soon as this man opened his mouth, he slashed his buttocks with a dragon-slaying knife - it was eye-opening!
When the young master Senpo, who was wearing a sullen lama attire next to him, suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up, he said: "There is no Diamond Sutra, but there are four volumes of the Tripitaka."
"Isn't there only one volume?"
"It was originally one volume, but then more people wrote it, and it became four volumes..."
Listening to what Master Senpo and Changshan Ke said here and there, the fat man and the other two people already understood that this was another incision.
"Please, Master, please move over and take a step to speak." The man in long robe bowed and said.
