Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the Buddha's Birthday Conference was held as scheduled.,

At the third hour of the Yin hour, the sky was not clear and the mountain wind was fierce. Hui Jin personally went to the Sutra Library to worship Buddha's bone relics and invited the Buddha's bone relics to the main hall to worship. Jingye invited a small gilded bronze statue of Amitabha Buddha to be enshrined in a copper basin carved with lotus patterns.

At the beginning of the Mao period, Huijin brought all the nuns into the palace to bathe in the Buddha, and Jingxuan followed closely behind. Song Ruoxi, a lay disciple, was ranked last among the Jing generation, with long hair tied up, wearing a gray nun hat, sleepy eyes.

At the beginning of the Si hour, waves of Brahma music resounded throughout the sky. The believers, led by four great disciples of the Yuan generation, entered the hall. Master Jingye presided over and over again, and sank the Buddha's bones and relics. There were nearly a thousand believers, and the ceremony lasted for more than an hour.

At noon, believers enter the vegetarian hall to use vegetarian food.

Shen Shichu, believers who had used squatters sat cross-legged in the open space outside the hall. The Chen brothers and sisters were among them. Chen Yiwei wore a veil to cover up her stunning appearance, dressed in Haiqing, and sat among the many female believers.

When Zen Master Jueming and Master Huijin arrived together, the believers were ecstatic and knelt down on their knees, knocked their heads on the ground, bowed to the two of them with respect and sincerity.

"Amitabha, the donor is polite, please sit down!" Jueming clasped his ten thousand and returned the courtesy, smiling with kind eyes.

Ye Shuhua followed Jueming, his dress of neither monk nor vulgarity, outstanding appearance and elegant demeanor inevitably attracted the attention of believers. Thousands of pairs of scorching eyes stared at him like searchlights, guessing his identity.

Seeing this, Song Ruoxi was secretly frightened. He quickly lowered his eyebrows and pretended to be honest. He stopped and kept a little distance from Huijin. After Huijin greeted the believers, he led the two to the nuns on the right.

Zen Master Jueming lowered his eyes and sat cross-legged on the cushion. The preaching meeting officially began, "Namo's master Shakyamuni Buddha, Namo's master Shakyamuni Buddha, Namo's master Shakyamuni Buddha, the supreme and profound subtle Dharma, which is difficult to encounter in hundreds of thousands of kalpas. Now I have seen, heard, and upheld it. I wish to understand the true intention of the Tathagata. In order to save all sentient beings, please develop the supreme and extraordinary Bodhicitta..."

The lecture was like a lullaby for Song Ruoxi, especially when he got up before five o'clock this morning, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes. He sat on the cushion bit by bit, like a chick pecking rice. After holding on for a while, he couldn't resist the waves of sleepiness that came after wave. His body leaned and leaned to his right against Ye Shuhua.

Ye Shuhua was listening carefully to the preaching of the scriptures, but was shocked by her actions. She looked sideways. The younger brother's eyes closed and he had already fallen asleep. He smiled softly and called in a low voice: "Junior brother, wake up. Junior brother, wake up."

After shouting twice, seeing that Song Ruoxi did not respond, Ye Shuhua stopped shouting, putting his hands on his knees and letting her lean on him without moving. But he could not care, but Chen Yiwei, who had been paying attention to him, was very concerned, and was burning with jealousy, his eyebrows were deep, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Song Ruoxi coldly, wishing to turn into an arrow and shoot Song Ruoxi to death with his eyes.

"A thought of awakening, a thought of goodness, heaven appears, and paradise arises; a thought of delusion, an evil, ghosts and animals, in hell. Anger comes with a fire, and hell appears; suddenly awakens, regret suddenly arises, coolness covers the top, and heaven is ahead." Jueming said nothing more than the suffering of the Saha world, the world is impermanent, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. You can only go to the Western Pure Land to escape from reincarnation forever.

Song Ruoxi was woken up by the cold wind. He heard these words in a daze. He sneered and murmured to himself: "What are you talking about so complicated? In fact, if you are thirsty, water is heaven; if you are hungry, food is heaven; if you fail, success is heaven; if you fall in love, where there is him is heaven..."

Ye Shuhua's eyes were flowing, as if he had thought about something, as if he had realized something.

At the sixth hour of Shen Shi, the preaching meeting ended. After the believers saluted Jueming, they returned to the lay Buddhist building in an orderly manner under the guidance of the little nun. In front of the holy monks and nuns, no one wanted to be rude, and Chen Yiwei was no exception. Although she wanted to push Song Ruoxi away from Ye Shuhua, in full view of the public, she was educated by a good boudoir and could do nothing. She could only lower her eyelids resentfully and stood up to leave with the crowd.

Jingye stood up and ordered the nuns of Yuan generation to clean up the thousands of cushions on the ground. She and Zhongjing generation stood there. Song Ruoxi was still sleeping, and Ye Shuhua did not dare to move around, and sat upright and had a calm expression.

"Jingchen, haven't woken up yet!" Hui Jin bent her finger and knocked hard on Song Ruoxi's forehead.

"Ouch!" Song Ruoxi was in pain and opened his eyes suddenly. He only noticed Huijin's hand that had not yet been withdrawn, but did not notice that she leaned on Ye Shuhua's shoulder, sat upright, and complained: "Master, it hurts so much."

Hui Jin saw red marks appearing on Song Ruoxi's fair and smooth forehead, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent. Only this little girl would sleep as if she was a cow at the Holy Monk's preaching meeting.

At this time, a pale-faced man suddenly rushed to Jueming to kowtow. Everyone was stunned and hurried over to see what had happened.

"... Last year, my eldest daughter died. I have experienced so many miserable things. I know that there are so many hardships in this world. I have long wanted to convert to my Buddha. I just support my parents and take care of my wife, children, and sisters. I will never be able to do it. Today I heard the master's lecture and realized that I am willing to convert to my Buddha and save all sentient beings. I beg the master to accept the younger one as my disciple." The man said.

Jueming chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Get up and listen to me tell you a story."

The man got up and sat down opposite Jueming.

"Sister Brother Huijin, please sit down, you all sit down," Jueming said.

Everyone sat down as they said.

"The brothers and brothers are determined to travel far away to practice, but their parents are old, younger brothers and sisters are young, and they have sick wife and weak children, so they are unable to do it. One day, a monk passed by. The brothers and brothers wanted to take him as his teacher and tell the difficulties at home. The monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured to himself: "I am willing to give up, but I am willing to give up, but I am not able to give up? You both have no understanding enough. I am coming back ten years later." The monk left. The brother suddenly realized and left with the scriptures in his hand. The younger brother looked at his parents and saw his sick sister-in-law and young sister, but he could not.

Give up. Ten years later, the elder brother returned, recited Buddhist scriptures and chanted words. He looked at his younger brother again, bent down and bowed his back, with an old face. The monk arrived as scheduled and asked the two of them about the gains. The elder brother said, "In ten years, traveled all over the mountains and rivers, walked all over the temples and Taoist temples, recited thousands of volumes of the true scriptures, and felt thousands of insights." The younger brother said, "In ten years, I sent my old parents away, my sick sister recovered, and my younger sister started a family and started a career. But because of my fatigue, I have no time to recite the scriptures, I may not have the chance to be with the master." Jueming smiled, "The donor think, who will the monk accept as his disciple?"

"Of course, I'm taking my brother as my disciple." The man replied.

Jueming smiled without saying a word, his eyes swept across everyone.

"The monk takes his younger brother as his disciple." In modern times, Song Ruoxi has heard this story and is deeply impressed.

"How could a monk accept his younger brother as his disciple?" the man asked angrily without believing it.

Song Ruoxi said: "The Buddha is in his heart, not in famous mountains and rivers; he has goodness in his heart, which is better than reading thousands of volumes of the true scriptures; his parents do not love him, how can he save all sentient beings? That brother lost his roots and ended up having no connection with the Buddha."

I laughed brightly and stood up and strode away, my wide robe raised with the wind.

A trace of confusion appeared in Ye Shuhua's eyes. He woke up when he heard Jueming's laughter. He stood up and bowed to Huijin and others in one go, and followed him.

The man's face became even more ugly, his eyes were unconscious, and he knew that he had failed to become a monk and could not become a monk. He got up and staggered away.

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