Although Dengying Temple is built in a deep mountain and old forest, its scale is not small at all.
It is winding and winding, and there are many large buildings, including three bell towers.
However, there are no bell ringers on these three bell towers.
The whole temple was eerily deserted.
"Old monk, how many people are there in your Dengying Temple?"
The man whom the fat man called "Lao Chai" asked in a sultry tone.
This man was quite courageous. Although the old monk looked a little strange, he didn't seem to be afraid.
After hearing the man's question, the old monk clasped his hands and turned around, answering the question:
"The mountains are not high, if there are immortals, they are famous; if the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they are spiritual."
"There will always be a small number of people who are sincere. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to become a Buddha?"
When the word "becoming a Buddha" was mentioned, the smile on the old monk's face became even bigger.
Everyone even vaguely felt that his face had an indescribable rosiness.
"Here, donors, please take a look, there is the residence that has been cleaned for you."
The old monk walking in front suddenly raised his hand and pointed forward.
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a relatively exquisitely built house with six bungalows lined up in a row.
"The conditions in the mountains are rudimentary. There are only six relatively good rooms here. I'm afraid you donors will have to make do with it a little bit..."
"Fahua, I still have something to do. In the next few days, you have to take good care of the donors!"
"You also need to explain certain rules in the temple to the donors."
The young monk immediately put his hands together.
"Little monk understands."
After the old monk finished speaking, he hurriedly left in one direction.
His pace was a little anxious, as if he had something important to do.
After he walked away, the young monk said warmly to everyone:
"Dear donors, the young monk's name is Fahua. He is the lowest monk in Dengying Temple. He is responsible for sweeping the floor on weekdays."
After a pause, he said again.
"Of course, I'm also responsible for ringing the bell now."
"The house here has been cleaned for you all in advance."
"There is no breakfast in the temple, only lunch and dinner. Under normal circumstances, we do not provide meat dishes. After all, all the people in the temple are monks..."
"In about half an hour, it will be dinner time. At that time, please go to the restaurant next door and have dinner together."
"In addition, since we are deep in the mountains, there is no electricity in the temple and there is no way to charge electronic products, so I ask you to be aggrieved for a while. I will provide you with a red candle in your room at midnight every day, which is enough to burn until the second day. Sun Mao hour."
The young monk slowly told this, and then said goodbye to everyone for the time being, saying that he was going to the bell tower to prepare, and he would ring the bell when he arrived.
After watching the young monk go away, the remaining eight people began to divide the houses.
"This is the fourth bloody door. I believe you have experienced at least three of them before. In the next five days, I hope everyone can cooperate sincerely and strive to find a way out as quickly as possible, so that we can minimize losses! "
The speaker was a very beautiful woman named Shen Weiwei.
She and Duan Zengtian, another average-looking man who seems to have a weak kidney, are lovers and belong to the same house.
Shen Weiwei's tone is soft, like a gentle girl next door, and she is easy to like.
"If we choose a room, we draw lots to decide?"
"Hey, you choose first. This room looks the same when you come back and forth. It doesn't matter where you live... If the ghost really targets you, it will be useless if you live in the sky."
Chai Shan waved his hand impatiently, his tone really a bit unkind.
Shen Weiwei's boyfriend couldn't help it.
"If a dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth, can you say something auspicious?"
Chai Shan was originally a grumpy person. When someone called him a dog, he was still a pretty boy with a weak kidney. How could he bear it?
"Yo yo yo, is it useful to say auspicious words? If you say auspicious words, people will not die?"
"Look at your expression of lack of yang energy and kidney deficiency. If you turn around, the ghost might come to you first. Be careful!"
"You ride on the horse..."
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? You still want to fight with me? Look at my biceps, are you worthy?"
Seeing the quarrel between the two getting more and more heated, Ning Qiushui shook her head, took the lead and directly chose a room on the far right and said:
"Okay, counting from left to right, let's live in room six. Please remember your room number and don't go to the wrong place...so as not to be misunderstood."
After saying that, Ning Qiushui and Liu Chengfeng walked to Room 6 first and pushed open the door.
With them taking the lead, the rest stopped arguing and chose a room they liked.
Although the monks of Dengying Temple left them six nice and exquisite cabins, in fact they only used four, namely Room 1346.
All rooms are for two people.
They are not fools. They know that being alone in the world behind the Blood Gate is very dangerous.
After entering the room, Ning Qiushui checked the place as usual.
Liu Chengfeng also found some shabby scriptures in the room.
The books had been read many times and appeared to be pirated copies.
Liu Chengfeng flipped through it casually, and suddenly a piece of paper slipped out of a scripture.
He curiously picked up the piece of paper on the ground and his expression changed.
"Brother, come here and take a look!"
Ning Qiushui came to Liu Chengfeng's side and saw the piece of paper in his hand.
It was densely covered with two crooked characters written in red cinnabar, which looked indescribably weird and crazy.
——"Becoming a Buddha"
"Become a Buddha?"
Ning Qiushui was slightly startled.
He quickly checked other scriptures with Liu Chengfeng.
But there is no blank paper included in those scriptures.
In addition to scriptures, there are also some miscellaneous historical stories in the room, telling the story of the life of Buddha Sakyamuni.
These books are also shabby and have been read many times.
"These monks know how to promote Buddhist culture. They know that we don't like reading scriptures, so they prepared these unofficial histories for us..."
Liu Chengfeng sneered.
He had heard about the things that Sakyamuni did in his life countless times since he was a child. He simply didn't bother to look through those unofficial histories and just threw the book into the drawer.
Taoism and Buddhism do not separate families.
Although he grew up in a Taoist temple, he was also involved in many Buddhist matters.
Especially the things that Sakyamuni did are not human affairs at all, and can easily arouse people's curiosity for novelty.
The story he has heard the most, which has been passed down in countless versions, is that of cutting meat to feed eagles.
This story is very simple. It tells about an eagle chasing a dove. The dove had no choice but to fly into the arms of Buddha to pray for protection. Of course, Buddha could not just watch the eagle eat the dove, so he stopped the eagle.
When the eagle saw it, he thought, Damn it, this old guy is not doing anything, so he started to curse on the spot:
"You saved it, then who will save me?"
"If the eagle doesn't eat, it will starve to death. In other words, you will kill me!"
When the Buddha heard this, he thought secretly in his heart. By saying this, he had committed the sin of killing!
He figured it out, and it seemed to make sense, so he took out a knife from behind his butt and started to cut the flesh on his body.
As much as the pigeon weighed, he cut off as much meat as he could and fed it to the eagle, which ultimately evened out the cause and effect.
Ning Qiushui was really dumbfounded as she listened to Liu Chengfeng telling this story.
"Big Beard, you shouldn't tell people's fortunes, you should tell stories."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the melodious bells ringing from the Dengying Temple.
clang--
clang--
clang--
The bells echoed in the temple for a long time.
After it disappeared, the young monk's voice came from the door:
"Dear donors, the food has been prepared. Please pack it up and come with me to the food house!"
