At this time, there was a group of Tibetan mastiffs chasing after them. Seeing that the situation was not right, they all stopped. When they saw the few Tibetan Mastiffs that had rushed to the front, they turned around and left quietly, and then they turned around and left. Among them was a Tibetan Mastiff who had just arrived, still with a fierce look in his eyes, staring at Qian Jishi who was sitting on the mountain with his eyes slightly closed and chanting the Buddha's name.
Suddenly I heard the Beast God roaring: Get out of here, you karmic beast, if you dare to hurt Monk Qian even a hair, I will immediately detain your mastiff spirit and let you downgrade a few levels and be reincarnated into an extremely stupid person in the toilet cellar. Maggots that only eat shit and will never be reincarnated. Do you believe it or not?
The Tibetan Mastiff understood, turned around and ran away, not daring to look at the beast. The arrogant tail that started to rise fell down in frustration.
In this situation, Qian Jishi, who devoted himself to reciting the Buddha's name, could not see it at all because he did not have supernatural powers nor had he cultivated them. Because this is something that ordinary people living in three-dimensional time and space cannot see. Only Yin spirits above four-dimensional time and space and cultivators or practitioners who have opened their clairvoyance can possibly see it.
So as Tibetan Mastiffs, who have flesh and blood like humans, how can they see the Animal God in the fourth dimension of time and space or a higher dimension of time and space without any obstacles?
This is true. In fact, people can see spiritual beings in high-dimensional space and time before the age of 12. This is because after children are born, their thoughts are simple and have not been polluted by the complex adult world or their heavenly eyes are not blocked. Therefore, You can see some spiritual beings that adults cannot see.
As for Tibetan mastiffs, or other animals, they can basically see negative substances or ghosts and monsters in multi-dimensional time and space. That is because they all have yin and yang eyes. Only people don't have yin and yang eyes. Of course, people with special powers can also develop yin and yang eyes. After all, they are a minority.
At this moment, the dozen or so people saw the Tibetan Mastiff approaching from a distance. They didn't bite the money squatting on the ground to chant Buddha's name to save the world. They all thought that he was a sacred and inviolable Bodhisattva. They all respected him and shouted in front of Master and behind Master. , all asked him, Master, do you have Kung Fu?
Qian Jishi replied, I have no skills, I just recite Amitabha sincerely. It was Amitabha who saved me and all of us. Having said this, you all believe even more in Amitabha, a magic weapon that can be used just by thinking about it.
Some people also said that there are people in their village who believe in Jesus Christ, saying that he is the true God in heaven. God is omnipotent and can help countless people. And Amitabha's Paradise is many levels higher than heaven, so Amitabha's magic power is even more powerful and can help people even more. Therefore, those who concentrate on chanting Buddha’s name will benefit endlessly.
Someone said this, and everyone applauded in agreement.
At this time, Qian Jishi led the team and marched towards Nalanda Temple. Along the way, the loud and clear chanting of Buddha's name echoed in the valley, which was extremely peaceful.
Many flowers, birds, trees, grass gods, and mountain gods from various mountains are also chanting the Buddha's name. However, a group of lay people led by Qian Jishi cannot hear or see it, but they are all chanting the Buddha's name without any distractions, hoping to get the Buddha's name. More blessings from the power.
Nalanda Temple is located deep in Wulong Mountain in Yunfeng County. When Qian Jishi and a dozen people arrived, it was already afternoon, and the grand water and land ceremony held in the temple had just ended.
The abbot of the temple, Master Mingzhao, who was wearing a red monk's robe, led a group of monks to warmly welcome them. In fact, Master Mingzhao did not know Qian Jishi at all. Qian Jishi walked in front, put his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and introduced himself. Master Mingzhao said, Oh! You are Qian Jishi, the holy monk of Hualing Temple. I have admired you for a long time! Long time admirer!
The poor monk is very ordinary, how can he deserve such praise from Master Mingzhao? So ashamed! Qian Jishi spoke humbly.
I sent you an invitation letter to attend the Fa conference quite early. Did I just receive it today? Master Mingzhao welcomed them into the living room of the temple and asked.
Master Mingzhao did not know that Qian was supposed to arrive last night. Unexpectedly, the bus he was on last night had a car accident when passing through Longhu Mountain. There were 44 drivers and passengers on the bus, including me, except for me of course. , all 43 people were killed. I also almost met the King of Hell. Fortunately, I developed the habit of chanting Buddha's name and kept chanting Buddha's name on the bus. A miracle happened. The whole bus rolled over into the bottom of the mountain, but I survived without any damage.
At about 9 o'clock this morning, someone pushed me awake. I was sitting on a chair in a car. The chair was placed safely on the earth bag on the mountain ridge. I really don't know what happened. It was the person who pushed me who told me that there was a car accident last night, and I realized that Amitabha must have saved me. Otherwise, I would have perished with those 43 people.
At this point, Qian Jishi recited Amitabha again to show his gratitude. A dozen people standing behind him also chanted Amitabha in unison.
Master Mingzhao and several other accompanying monks also followed the chanting, appearing particularly pious.
Next, Qian Jishi told the story of how he was chased by a Tibetan mastiff on the way to Wulong Mountain with the dozen or so lay monks. It was also because he devoted himself to reciting the name of the Buddha that he averted the danger.
Master Mingzhao greatly praised the benefits of chanting the Buddha's name. We talked for a while in the living room and prepared fast meals for Qian Jishi and the ten or so lay people.
Since it was already getting late, Master Mingzhao stayed in the temple with Qian Jishi and ten or so lay monks. After the evening meal, Qian Jishi donated 30,000 yuan to the temple. Master Mingzhao refused, saying that your Hualing Temple also needs to carry out infrastructure construction, and you don't need to spend money to stay for one or more nights.
Qian Jishi said, I am not spending money, I am donating money. No matter how big your Nalanda Temple is, there are many monks, but my Hualing Temple only has me as a monk, so the infrastructure construction can be carried out at a slower pace. So I want to donate a sum of money to your temple. Even though it’s not much, please accept it. If you don’t want it, I, Qian, will leave immediately.
Master Mingzhao smiled and said, OK! This Master will let you fulfill a wish. Then he ordered the temple's accountant to come and accept him and issue a receipt.
When issuing the receipt, Qian Jiqian told the financial officer in a Buddhist robe that he should not write Qian’s name on the receipt, but just write the amount of donations received from anonymous people.
That night, Master Mingzhao let Qian Jishi stay in the best guest room in the temple. The other ten or so lay people stayed in ordinary guest rooms without bathrooms. Unexpectedly, Qian Jishi changed his guest room with a bathroom to a layman with prostate problems and frequent urination. This layman's name was Gu Weixing, and he was very grateful.
He even chatted with Qian Jishi in the guest room, saying that why he was determined to learn Buddhism and do good deeds was all because of the influence of his mother who foresaw the coming of things.
He said, I knew forty years ago that my mother would die this year. My mother was eighty-three years old. Because my mother died once forty years ago and later came back to life. When she was forty-three years old, she knew that she would not die until she was eighty-three. It turns out that when my mother was forty years old, she suddenly fainted and fell to the ground one noon when she was cutting hogweed in the countryside. I was twelve years old at the time, so I hurried to the farmland to call my father, who was plowing the fields, to come home.
My father came home and put my mother on the bed. He saw that her face was white and her mouth was pale and she could not speak. He thought of a fortune teller who came to the door of the house a few years ago, showed her face and left hand, and said that she would not live long, forty. It’s hard to beat even if you’re old. So I finished speaking arbitrarily, and instead of sending my mother to the hospital for treatment, I quickly asked Uncle Li, an old carpenter from the production team, to come to my house and ask him to saw down a big tree in front of my house and make a coffin for my mother.
The old carpenter said: What's the hurry? Then he calmly calculated with his fingers and said, she can't leave for the time being, and will leave in three years. Now she is sick and lying in bed, and you have to take care of her for three years.
