Wuchen moved quickly.
That evening, he brought an elderly monk.
The local monks in Qiantang are all like the statues enshrined in Buddhist temples. They have exquisite clothes and full faces. Even if they have smiles in their eyes, they are slightly higher than ordinary people.
But this old monk is like the statue on the roadside, simple and rough, taciturn and rarely spoken.
When he saw Fa Yan, he didn't say a word. He immediately sat down, guarded Fa Yan's body, and chanted sutras softly.
No need to say more.
Fa Yan was the one scheduled to escort the golden body.
Li Changan thought that this was the end of the matter, but he didn't expect that it was just the beginning.
Wuchen informed everyone that Lunzhuan Temple will officially come to welcome Fayan's body tomorrow.
The next day.
The rooster hasn't crowed yet.
Li Changan was plucked out of his sleep by He Wumei, and he was cleaning the courtyard with the sleepy children in the courtyard, and was ordered around by her.
But not long after, a group of bald men broke in aggressively. When I asked, the leading monk was named Yinshan. He was the supervising monk of Lunzhuan Temple, and he came specially to arrange the reception place.
They were strong in numbers, and they were all fat and strong, and they quickly took care of the yard.
But after all, the Salesian House was old and dilapidated, and there were too many places that were unsightly. It couldn't be repaired for a while, so a lot of silk fabrics were brought in to hang up the blemishes.
Then he drove the guardian gods to fly around, expressing their power and driving away the dead people living nearby.
How can ghosts and ghosts be allowed to observe this grand event in Buddhism?
In other words, Li Changan was favored because of his meritorious service in preserving the dharma body of Zen Master Fayan, and was left to be tainted with the Buddha's light and good deeds.
The monks saw his simple clothes and rewarded him with a complete set of clothes, including a soft man-made headband, a round-neck shirt, a copper buckle belt, and Liuhe boots.
She also thought his face was white and not ruddy and festive enough, so he applied lead powder and lipstick on him.
Wait until the work is done.
The morning bell has fallen.
The rising glow in the east melts the morning fog.
Believers from Fuguifang and even nearby Lifang heard the news and came over. Those who were honorable could line up in front of the gate of the Salesian Hospital to greet him, while the rest of the ordinary believers could only gather on both sides of the streets and wait eagerly.
Wait a minute.
It was noon when the sun was in the middle of the sky.
Finally, some encouragement came from afar.
Go in search of reputation.
On the messy and low roofs of Fuguifang, I saw a treasure cover, made entirely of gold, like another sun wheel, reflecting the dazzling golden light.
As the drumbeat approaches.
A huge team appeared in front of everyone. The first thing that caught their eyes was a chariot pulled by six horses. The main body of the chariot was a huge lotus platform. On the lotus platform was a sacred sedan chair with colorful embroidered curtains and a gold treasure cover hanging on it. on it.
There were monks on both sides of the car, all dressed in costumes. They walked slowly forward with the car, their gait was dignified and solemn, and they chanted scriptures word by word.
The Buddha sang, and the sky responded, and petals fell like rain.
How can believers not be intoxicated by such a miracle, kowtow to it, and cry bitterly for it?
But Li Changan's ghost eyes are very inappropriate.
He saw a protector god suspended above the treasure cover that mortals could not see.
Each of them was dragging a big cloth bag, which would expose the reality of the "miracle", so they had to stuff the bag into their robes to cover it up. Then one after another was bloated, like a big fat man who had been inflated, and followed the car floating in the air. Roll away, scattering the petals as hard as you can.
Even more miserable than them are their colleagues on the ground.
The roads in Fuguifang are really bad. Even if the potholes are temporarily filled and some thatched huts are bulldozed to widen the roads, there are still many places that are cramped and difficult to navigate. In order to keep the team moving smoothly, they had to use their bodies as bridges to carry the wheels through inconvenient places.
There are also those six horses, which have lost their Buddhist dignity and are not wearing unsightly horse manure bags. But no matter how high the Dharma is, can it still control animals from shitting? They also have to keep an eye on the horse's butt. If there is any movement, they have to pounce on it and hide the horse dung in their robes. They must not expose even half of the horse's dung.
People are more outstanding. When meeting them, Li Changan felt inexplicably much happier.
But as the advocacy grew closer, he frowned again.
The car seemed to be carrying a strong gust of wind, and the people on both sides of the streets were like straws in the wind. The Buddha sang everywhere, and believers fell down one after another like waves.
The monk took advantage of the situation and scattered the pure fruit.
The believers lay on the ground and scrambled for it.
It reminded Li Changan of the scene of scattering millet to feed the chickens when he was a child. It was so similar.
"Why are they lying down?"
Wuchen lined up diagonally in front of Li Changan, but saw that he did not turn around, his face did not change, only his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was small and clear and passed into the Taoist ears - he didn't know how many fish he had touched in the morning and evening exercises before he had mastered it. Got this skill.
"Welcoming the golden body was the golden age of Buddhism in the Qiantang Dynasty. The abbot of Lunzhuan Temple has always come forward in person. The abbots of the thirteen families are all living immortal Buddhas. How can ordinary people dare to look directly at the face of gods?"
Can't look directly? The Tathagata Buddha in the temple didn't wear a mask either. What's more, Li Changan saw it clearly.
"Isn't the lotus platform empty?!"
The Taoist priest's eyes were clear, but the palanquin was empty, and the living Buddha Wuchen mentioned had not come at all.
"Because there were only messengers and no golden bodies, the Rinchen Temple only sent out the palanquin."
"Then why are they still lying down?"
Wuchen was silent for a while.
"Because of the majesty of Buddhism."
Li Changan was dumbfounded for a moment, then shook his head.
"The sky is full of flowers, and the ground is full of golden lotuses. It's really majestic. I guess the ghost king is in a hurry to build a temple, and one day he sees the Master in the gutter." Li Changan raised his voice, as if he was reciting in vain, "Hey, man. That’s how it should be!”
Several people who were close to him snorted and laughed when they heard this. Wuchen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but immediately put it away and stood in awe with his eyes lowered.
Only He Wumei was quietly pulling Li Changan's sleeves from behind.
"Brother Gui." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What a mouth you have!"
"What's the matter?" Li Changan didn't care, "I can drink wine, eat meat, recite curses, curse my mother, and have a good mouth."
As he spoke, the supervisory monk's eyes swept over him solemnly.
The Taoist priest quickly shut his mouth and imitated Wuchen's manner of lowering his eyebrows.
Looks like a student who was caught by the teacher during standing exercises.
Fortunately, although the car arrived slowly, the welcoming ceremony was completed very quickly.
Several young novice monks with delicate faces entered the courtyard carrying water, razors, monk's robes, dharma crowns, etc.
Not long after.
The new-looking Fa Yan was carried out of the Salesian Academy.
at this time.
Dressed in splendid and colorful clothes, with gold, silver and precious light on his head.
His beard and hair were shaved clean, his weathered face was covered with thick powder, and two jade walnuts were stuffed in his mouth to make his cheeks rounded - he was suddenly transformed from an ascetic to a jade-faced Buddha.
Then, under the leadership of the supervising monk, the monks said "Amitabha" to people from all walks of life and "Buddha bless you" a few times, and then left with Dharma strictness.
It comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry, as if the shabby atmosphere of the Salesian Hospital is contagious. If you stay for a second longer, your socks will be stained.
Just before stepping out the door.
The supervisory monk glanced at Li Changan - the Taoist priest was scrubbing his face vigorously.
He said calmly to Wuchen: "Nephew Wuchen, you are not a disciple of this temple. Perhaps a poor monk should not say anything."
Wuchen: "Please teach me, Uncle Master."
"There are rumors in the outside world that you are some kind of 'Fengliu No. 2' and that you have some legacy from Mengchang, but you need to remember that you are a monk and a practicing person, not a nobleman. You must take Buddhism as your priority."
…………
"Bald donkey! Bald donkey! Bald donkey!"
The old medical officer banged the table, and others tried to persuade him to stop. He went to Li Changan again and said angrily:
"Then Yinshan Bald Donkey pointed his nose at us and called us roosters and dog thieves. Don't you have any backbone?!"
Li Changan silently slapped the answer on the table.
Next to him, He Wumei, Huang Wei, the scholar, and the salesmen suddenly stared straight in the eyes.
The answer couldn't be simpler.
Banknote!
Five hundred taels!
Given by the Wheel of Reunion Temple!
Otherwise, would Li Changan let himself suffer such idleness?
"Good boy." Dahan murmured twice and suddenly began to sob. "Five hundred taels is enough for me to be reborn five times! No, I'm afraid I won't be able to save this money in five lifetimes. Taoist priest, Brother Huang, how can you How can you casually take out a lot of silver and throw it to us?"
The boss was a ghost and cried like a mess.
Everyone had to turn around to comfort him.
Li Changan felt a headache.
After the monks from Lunchuan Temple left, Huangwei gathered everyone together to discuss new business.
But before it started, the living began to get angry and the dead began to suffer.
It took a while for the fuss to stop.
Dahan was pushed to a corner to blow his nose by himself, Doctor Lu... Even though his anger was dissipated by a tear, the old man still maintained his stubborn character.
"How can a gentleman accept the food that comes from his mouth?"
It's a pity that even the scholars, who have always been proud and arrogant, laughed and did not agree.
Not to mention Li Changan.
He is not a gentleman, he is a Taoist priest, a wild Taoist priest, and a dead Taoist priest.
Face can't feed him when he's hungry, and he can't wear clothes when he's cold, so what's the use of him?
What's more, Li Changan is very thick-skinned and has never been close to being noble.
When he was selling talismans on the street, he even considered imitating the man who sold Dali Pills and performed tricks to attract popularity before selling his goods. What kind of art do you sell? After much thought, he decided that he could tell dirty jokes.
After all, it is the simplest needs of the people.
Later, the only thing that stopped Li Changan was not his moral integrity, but the fact that the young and old men in Qiantang disliked his jokes for being too subtle. He was forced to come up with a temple joke adapted from a Soviet joke, and was chased by the police every day.
In short, poor people are not noble.
Unfortunately, everyone present was poor.
Therefore, no one responded for a long time, and the old medical officer had no choice but to die down.
Without thinking, I pressed the gourd here and picked up the gourd there.
He Wumei hesitated again and again.
"I always feel awkward." She looked at the banknotes on the table with worried eyes, "Accepting this money is like we sold Master Fayan to Ren Yazi."
"My aunt!" Huangwei yelled immediately, "How can the Thirteenth Family compare with Ren Yazi? Even if they can, to put it bluntly, it is better to be a maid in a wealthy family and live in leisure than to starve and freeze in a beggar's den. .”
Li Changan also agreed.
"Fayan is originally a monk of Lunzhuan Temple, and looking at today's show, I'm sure he won't be treated badly. So entrusting it to Lunzhuan Temple is a better choice."
In fact, there is another reason.
No matter how good medical skills Dr. Lu and He Wumei are, the medicines they use are ordinary herbal medicines. Fa Yan has been away from his soul for ten months, and his body has inevitably decayed. Li Changan didn't know where his soul flew and whether he could return, but only the Thirteen Families with big families and big businesses could allow him to persist longer.
Li Changan didn't say anything, he just greeted everyone.
"Instead of worrying about the strictness of the law, we should worry about ourselves first. If we want to start a new business, we have to appease the evil spirits in the mountains. To appease the evil spirits in the mountains, we have to hold a ceremony to sacrifice the mountains. The ceremony costs a lot, and the silver we have on hand may not be enough. .”
…
After thinking over and over for a while.
Li Changan really wanted to call himself a cuckold.
There is really not enough money!
After carefully discussing various expenditures, we found that the cost of worshiping the mountain was more expensive than expected.
Not only five hundred taels, but even if everyone took out every copper in their pockets, they would still be short of a large amount of silver.
When everyone is scratching their heads.
He Wumei asked everyone to wait and left in a hurry.
Have been waiting for more than an hour.
She just ran back in a hurry.
His forehead was covered with sweat and his face was red.
Panting heavily, he took out the warm cloth bag in his arms.
Opening it, there were several ingots of silver inside, dazzling with white flowers.
"Brother Gui!"
She looked at Li Changan with a bright smile on her face, like a child in the courtyard sharing candies with her friends.
"I think we have enough money now."
