"Master Qingshui is really in trouble for you this time. Before my father died, he specifically asked you, the people from Lingyun Temple, to come over and give him salvation after he died."
The middle-aged man apologized and said to the two monks in front of him. He knew the rules of Lingyun Temple. There was no charge for funerals, and all he needed was a fast meal.
Therefore, they could not ask for help from the monks of Lingyun Temple, but there was no other way. This kind of behavior without asking for anything in return would really make many people who had been favored feel guilty.
People from Shiliba Village, even Tianyun County and several nearby counties, have great respect for Lingyun Temple. This shows how strong Lingyun Temple's prestige is in this area of the Eastern Region.
"Amitabha, doing more good deeds is what we monks should do." ?.?????.ℂ??
Qing Shui showed a kind smile, and then brought Wan Tianle to the coffin located at the highest position of the funeral.
Inside the coffin, an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties was lying quietly inside. He didn't look like he was dead, but fell into a beautiful dream.
Qing Shui stretched out a hand to hold the old man's cold hand, closed his eyes tightly, and read the Ksitigarbha Sutra from his mouth.
His voice was low, but unusually ethereal and loud, and a charm emanated from him.
Wan Tianle did not know how to chant sutras, so he could only close his eyes tightly and clasp his hands, imitating Monk Qingshui, standing in front of the coffin and bending slightly.
The time required for salvation was not very long. Soon after, Qingshui took back his hand, opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha."
After the salvation ceremony, the suona class came on stage.
Wan Tianle and Qing Shui were invited to the table. Only the two of them ate the dishes. They were typical vegetarian meals without any meaty taste.
I thought that the rest of the matter would be completed smoothly, but I didn't expect that something went wrong in the Suona class.
"You don't know how to play Bainiaochaofeng? Didn't you say you didn't give up practicing suona when you were working outside?!"
The sixty-year-old man in the suona class hit his apprentice in front of him with a cane with an angry face.
The apprentice was in his thirties and looked a bit honest. He held a suona in his hand and was beaten by his master, begging for mercy repeatedly.
"Master, you don't know that things like suona are not popular in big cities now. You can't make any money at all. You might as well make more money by moving bricks and dusting at construction sites. I also have to support my family."
"You! You! Then what do you think I should do? If I didn't have tuberculosis, could it happen to you that I would brag about the birds flying to the phoenix to the old village chief?!"
"Oh, Master, isn't it just a suona song? I can't play it, but that doesn't mean I can't play other songs."
"You know nothing! The old village chief saved the whole village back then. If it weren't for the old village chief, I would have died. If he couldn't even play the song "Hundred Birds Worship the Phoenix" at his funeral, then who else could You have this qualification!”
The old suona maker's face turned red with anger, and Wan Tianle was worried that he would not be able to come up and do extra work for them on the spot.
He turned to look at Monk Qingshui, who nodded slightly to him.
Wan Tianle stood up, walked to the old suona craftsman in a coarse cassock and said: "Amitabha, hundreds of birds are coming to the phoenix. The young monk knows how to play, why don't you let me add the highest honor to this funeral."
"ah?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. The monk played the suona? What kind of job is this?
Before anyone could react, Wan Tianle had already taken out the suona he often played from the storage ring.
Seeing this situation, the old suona craftsman did not dare to neglect and hurriedly asked the team to follow the music.
As soon as the suona sounded, Xiaoyi fell to his knees.
Many people who had been favored by the old village chief were crying heartbreakingly.
The village instantly fell into sadness amid the sound of suona.
Qing Shui looked at Wan Tianle who was playing vigorously on the suona and smiled.
"Although his suona sound was very beautiful at first, without any flaws, it lacked a trace of spirituality. Now it contains emotions and is no longer rigid. Abbot, it seems that Tianle has also realized it."
A smile appeared on Qing Shui's face, as if he was remembering something from the past.
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At night, Ye Feng and the four of them slept soundly, while Han Yi snored.
