In the Arhat Hall, there are five hundred gilded Arhats carved from camphor wood, namely the five hundred disciples of Shijimuni.

"Brother, why do you think that some of them have become Buddhas, some have become Bodhisattvas, and some have only become Arhats?" Shangguan Shanshan asked.

Li Luotang knew the reason, but she didn't want to answer seriously, "The direct disciple became a Buddha, the personal disciple became a Bodhisattva, and the disciple entered the house became an Arhat."

Shangguan Shanshan laughed twice, "It makes sense."

After leaving the Arhat Hall, there were still many people in the Main Hall, and the two of them didn't want to squeeze in. They went to see the "midnight bell" big bell.

The bells of Hanshan Temple have always been chanted by poets. As for why the bells of the temple ring one hundred and eight times?

The Buddhist scriptures and regulations are stipulated in the Baizhang Qing Rules, which are derived from: the dream of awakening of eight kinds of troubles.

Two people who have only a slight understanding of Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles come to the temple and will not go into the deepest way.

In addition to the big bell, Hanshan Temple is also famous in the world. The most famous stele is the poem "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge".

After reading the poem stele, Li Luotang was shocked to find that the second sentence of "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" in his memory is "The fishing fire in the river maple is against the sorrowful sleep."

However, on the stele of the poem says: The fishing fire in Jiangcun is facing sorrowful sleep.

Li Luotang sighed when he held his forehead and sighed. It was a long time ago. The stele of poetry was either destroyed by war or spread among the weeds and rubbles. The inheritance of poetry was blurred.

"What's wrong?" Shangguan Shanshan looked at her in confusion, "Is this poem not well engraved?"

"It is well carved, simple and clumsy, and has a leisurely and elegant temperament, which is really a masterpiece." Li Luotang praised.

"Ah!" Shangguan Shanshan stared at Li Luotang with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" Li Luotang was puzzled.

"I want to see how your eyes are different from me." Shangguan Shanshan said seriously.

"What?" Li Luotang still didn't understand.

"I can see this poem inscription in a simple and simplicity, but I can't see it."

"I know what I mean." Li Luotang glanced at her with a angrily look.

"Chi, cicada." Shangguan Shanshan laughed a few times.

"There are no cicadas in mid-spring, how can you hear the cicadas scream?" Li Luotang deliberately went to see the tree next to him.

"The sound of cicadas early is the ears of idle people." Shangguan Shanshan winked and clapped her eyes.

"Cicadas are annoying, so take the net to catch the cicadas." Li Luotang raised his eyebrows.

"Oh my god, show mercy."

While chuckling and fighting, the two went to see the stone carvings that they had picked up on Hanshan on the wall.

There is a poem engraved above the stone tablet: If I am happy with my face and have fewer worries, the troubles in the world will become happy. The troubles of others will finally be saved, and the great way will still be happy. The country can be happy with the unity of the king and the ministers, and the father and son in the court. The hands and feet are more happy, and the trees are lush, and the husband and wife can be happy with the piano and the wise and virtuous. How can the master and guest be happy without joy? The relationship between the upper and lower parts is more severe.

This poem is full of encouragement to turn troubles into joy. Li Luotang agrees very much, "In life, you should live happily."

I don’t know which one will come first tomorrow or accident, just like her, she woke up and became a baby.

Although she lived a good life here, she still remembered modern times and ten-meter jumping platform.

Shangguan Shanshan didn't know what she thought of, and said, "Actually, it's good to be a monk, but it can be famous and famous for all generations."

Li Luotang said quietly: "Men are going to quit meat and fish."

Just like her, Shangguan Shanshan is not happy without meat. She can tolerate no meat and fish for one meal or two meals. She eats vegetarian food for a long time...

Haha, Shangguan Shanshan is definitely good at playing, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the trick left in the Buddha's mind.

Diagonally opposite the stele corridor is the Hongfa Hall, which enshrines Xuanzang, Jianzhen on the right, and Konghai on the left.

To spread the Dharma, in a narrow way, refers to the method of monks practicing internally and externally, and generally refers to the spread and promotion related to religion.

Xuanzang went to the West to seek scriptures and translated a large number of Buddhist scriptures.

Jianzhen traveled to the east six times, spreading knowledge and technology such as Buddhism, architecture, carving, agriculture, literature, medicine, calligraphy, etc., and was known as the ancestor of the Japanese pirates' Literature.

Kong Hai sent Tang envoys to China, and was a magnificent Japanese pirate monk.

Studying Buddhism, poetry, painting, etc. in China, three years later returned to China to become the founder of the Japanese pirates, the esoteric religion.

"Did you see it? It's not that easy to become a famous monk and become famous." Li Luotang raised his eyebrows.

"I have already given up the idea of ​​becoming a monk. I know that I am a common man, I cannot become a Buddha, and I cannot go to the Western Paradise." Shangguan Shanshan grabbed Li Luotang's arm and pulled her out of the Dharma Hall.

The two of them did not plan to have vegetarian food in the temple, so they went out of the temple and went to Fengqiao Town.

There is an old shop in the town that sells shepherd's purse and local chicken slices, which are quite delicious.

I found the old shop and ordered the sliced ​​chicken with shepherd's purse, fried pork ribs and sesame rapeseed hearts.

Shepherd's purse and local chicken slices are a seasonal dish. They are fresh and tender in spring. If you eat them in the other three seasons, you will get a little old.

The local chicken is free-range, with tender and oily meat. It tastes fragrant, smooth and sweet...

The old shop is doing neighborhood business, with affordable prices and sufficient portions. Three dishes are enough to eat two people.

After the bill was settled, the two of them did not rush back to Suzhou, but wandered around the town.

Fengqiao Town becomes a city with the river. Because of the water, it has a unique water town charm, with boats and oars coming and going, and business traveling.

At the end of the town and street, there is a large open space with various stalls, including those selling food, groceries, toys, and those who run arts in the world and sell dog skin plasters.

Seeing that there were many people surrounding him, two fun people squeezed in and took a look.

There is a hexagram stall inside, and a tablecloth is hanging straight in front of the table.

The left side reads: A stylus pen divides good fortune and fault.

The right side says: Three money determines good or bad luck.

Horizontal draft: Tiekou divination.

Why does this look so familiar?

Li Luotang looked at it again, haha, it didn't look familiar. The one sitting behind the stall was the Confucian scholar who had seen in Fu'an County who pretended to be a fortune teller.

"There is nothing good to look at, let's go." Li Luotang whispered.

"It's okay anyway, listen." Shangguan Shanshan was very excited.

This time, the Confucian scholar was not divination, he was explaining dreams to a rural woman.

According to the village woman, she dreamed last night that the shepherd boy rode a cow. The shepherd boy wore a hat on his head, and the sky was covered with yellow sand, and even the people and cows were buried.

"Little sister-in-law, what are you asking?" asked the Confucian scholar.

The village woman stuttered slightly and was silent for a moment before she said: "My man has been away from home for three months and has not brought back money. She doesn't know where the person has gone. This dream..."

"I think about it on the day and dream about it at night." The Confucian scholar picked up his pen, "Little sister-in-law, your dream sign is not very good."

The village woman's face changed drastically, "What's wrong with me, man... what's wrong with him?"

"In my dream, the shepherd boy rode a cow. The word "cow" is below. The shepherd boy wore a hat and added a hat on the character "cow"." The Confucian scholar wrote a word on the paper and handed it to the village woman.

"Sir, I can't read." The village woman looked puzzled.

A middle-aged man next to him said, "This is the word "生".

"According to the dream, the respect for the husband is afraid that there will be a 'prison' disaster, and the yellow sand is buried, which involves official crimes." The Confucian scholar continued.

"Impossible, my man is an honest man." The village woman didn't believe it, nor did she want to believe it.

"When you go out, you are smarter, but honest people suffer." Someone interrupted.

The Confucian scholar smiled faintly, "If you have something to do at home, you won't accept the money for dream interpretation. There will be a letter to you tomorrow."
Chapter completed!