Chapter 16 Caotang Temple!

September rain comes quickly and goes quickly.

Soon, the thunder stopped, the clouds stopped, and the rain stopped, and it turned into a bright tiles and sunny day. The pilgrims walked out of their shelter and continued to burn incense and worship Buddha.

There is a Dharma Hall next to the Main Hall, where more than a dozen monks who are proficient in Buddhism are in charge of decorating the pilgrims. The two fat men walked in first, and Li Zhao followed closely behind, preparing to find a monk to decorating the pilgrims.

However, there are too many people coming to burn incense today. There are long queues in front of every monk responsible for decoding the signature. If you wait in sequence, you will probably have to wait for most of the hour.

What should I do?

As his eyes turned, Li Zhao found a young monk sitting in the corner of the Dharma Hall. He was about 20 years old, with red lips and white teeth and beautiful eyebrows. If he was willing to keep his hair back, he would definitely be a handsome young man.

The young monk was also responsible for deciphering the signature, but there was no pilgrimage in front of him. It was obvious that he was too young and had not practiced deeply, so he was worried that the deciphering the signature would not be accurate.

Li Zhao didn't care and walked straight towards the little monk... What's wrong with being young? Can't young people have great skills?

Looking through history: Cao Chong was called a solemn at the age of six, Ganluo was appointed as a minister at the age of twelve, Sun Quan was in charge of the six counties and 81 prefectures in Jiangdong at the age of eighteen; Huo Qubing was appointed as the Grand Sima at the age of twenty-one, led the Han family to expedition for more than two thousand miles north, killed more than 70,000 Xiongnu, and enfeoffed Langjuxu, and Weizhen Dasha.

The above fully proves a saying: Ambition is not about being old, and ambition is not about living a hundred years old!

"Please help me to unanimate the signature."

"Amitabha, the little monk Jingchen, dare you ask the little donor's name, what are you asking?"

"I'm here to ask about my future."

The little monk sat down for a long time, and when he saw someone asking him to explain the signature, he was naturally very happy. He asked Li Zhao to sit down first, and then took the signature. After his eyes swept, his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Amitabha, how dare you ask the little donor, where did this spiritual sign be drawn?"

"It fell from the Buddha's hands."

"What, it's that sign?"

The little monk's expression became even more serious, and he remembered a secret thing: it turned out that there were not 365 signs in the sign bucket in Caotang Temple, but 366 signs, and the extra sign was a variable sign, also known as the "life and death sign."

Because this lottery is too weird, it is a rich and powerful lottery, and it is also a vicious lottery. It is unpredictable and unpredictable. However, it is almost impossible to win this lottery.

Because the ordinary spiritual sticks are made of bamboo and weigh about two cents and six cents, this life and death tag is made of thousand-year-old black iron wood. Although the size is exactly the same, it weighs nine cents and five cents!

When shaking the sign bucket, the lighter the sticky stick, the easier it is to fall out of it, and the heavier the portion is sinking underneath, making it almost impossible to fall out.

But everything is not absolute. Just over a hundred years ago, a young man came to Caotang Temple and happened to shake out this life and death sign. Later, he stirred up the sky, and established great achievements and committed countless killings.

The monks in Caotang Temple believed that the cause and effect of this life and death sign was too great, and it was not easy to destroy it, so they pulled it out of the sign bucket and placed it in the Buddha's palm, trying to slowly resolve the cause and effect using boundless Buddhism.

Later, as time passed, the life and death sign was gradually forgotten by monks. The little monk Jingchen also accidentally heard several elders talk about this secret matter, but how to solve this life and death sign was beyond his ability.

"Amitabha, I will not hide it from it. The little donor draws a life and death lottery ticket. The cause and effect are too great. The little monk is still shallow in his practice, so he is really powerless!"

"Oh, life and death signature, the monks of the temple, can you ask someone else to explain it?"

"Well... I'm not sure if hundreds of monks gathered in the temple, they wouldn't be able to untie this sign."

"ah!"

After finally getting a spiritual sign, Li Zhao couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

On the other hand, the little monk Jingchen was even more depressed. He had been in the Dharma Hall for several months. Today, someone finally came to decipher, but he couldn't even decipher himself. This was too much.

What's more, if this incident spread, it would have a great impact on the reputation of Caotang Temple.

What to do... I have it!

"Don't be upset if you have someone, you will definitely be able to unlock this life and death signature."

"Who?"

"The abbot of this temple is also the master of the little monk."

"Oh, could it be Zen Master Benkong?"

“That’s right!”

Although Li Zhao first came to Caotang Temple, he knew that there was a great monk here - Zen Master Benkong. There was no way. This monk was so famous. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, even if it was Huangkouru, the ignorant village woman knew his name.

Zen Master Benkong, whose family surname is Chen, has been talented since childhood and has the ability to remember everything he has seen. He became a monk at the age of nine, received the novice monk at the age of fifteen, and received all monks at the age of twenty. Then he traveled around, visited famous teachers, and studied the essence of Buddhism day and night... At the age of forty, he was unanimously supported by hundreds of monks in Caotang Temple and served as the abbot.

Zen Master Benkong is not only proficient in Buddhism, but also a knowledgeable and talented person: classics, history, collections of books, astronomy, geography, astrology, divination, yin and yang medicine... all are all mastered, all are skilled, and it is said that he also has a good martial arts.

Ten years ago, Zen Master Benkong went to Chang'an City to open an altar to preach, and was summoned by the son of today, Li Longji. After the conversation, the emperor was very happy and persuaded Zen Master Benkong to return to secular life, and then entered the court to become a prime minister, helping him govern the world in all his life.

However, the Zen master focused on the Buddha and did not greedy for the wealth and honor of the world. He politely rejected the emperor's invitation, and then returned to Caotang Temple to continue to spread Buddhism and save all living beings.

If he could meet this great monk, it would be a great thing... Li Zhao thought secretly.

Less gossip, and the book is back to its original meaning!

The little monk Jingchen left with the spiritual sign. After about a meal, he returned.

"Amitabha, little donor, my master is invited!"

"Thank you, please guide the way forward!"

"Please here!"

The little monk Jingchen led Li Zhao out of the Dharma Hall, walked along the path, and arrived at the northeast corner of Dacien Temple. There was a separate courtyard here, which was not large in size and only had a few small rooms, which looked very simple!

Four tall monks holding demon-subduing sticks were guarding the door. They obviously knew the situation, so they did not stop them and allowed them to enter the yard.

"Your Majesty, the little donor has been brought here!"

"Please come in!"

"promise!"

Zen Master Benkong is over 80 years old, but his face is rosy, his eyes are as lightning, and he does not look old at all. He is wearing a big red hot-golded cassock and sitting cross-legged on the cushion. His Dharma appearance is solemn, and it is like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva coming to the mortal world, making people feel awe.

That life and death sign was placed on the small table next to it, and there were also pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Li Zhao did not dare to neglect it, so he quickly stepped forward a few steps and saluted respectfully with his hands crossed respectfully: "My younger generation, Li Zhao, have seen the master!"

"The little donor looks extraordinary, with a vague look between his eyebrows. He is also surnamed Li, is he a clan of the royal family?"

"Report to the master, I am the fourth generation grandson of King Xiao of Wu!"

It is said that Zen Master Benkong's eyes are like a torch and is good at observing people. It is true that he guessed Li Zhao's origin after just taking a few glances at his appearance.

Next, it’s time to talk about the life and death sign.

"I dare to ask the little donor's birth date and horoscope!"

"I am born at the 16th year of Kaiyuan - December 22nd day!"

"That is the year of Wuchen - month of Yichou - day of Wuwu - hour of Renchen. The zodiac sign belongs to the dragon, and the five elements belong to the fire... Well!"

Zen Master Benkong used his hands to make decisions and calculated Li Zhao's fate. He was still kind at first, but suddenly paused in the middle, as if he had encountered some difficulties?

Re-calculate and pause again!

The third calculation was still a pause in the middle!

Zen Master Benkong's eyes became deeper, and he looked at Li Zhao up and down, as if he saw a rare treasure and a little monster.

"Little donor, can you let the old monk see his palm again?"

"Master, please!"

Zen Master Benkong grabbed Li Zhao's hand and carefully looked at the patterns on it. After looking at his left hand, he looked at his right hand. After closing his eyes and pondering for a long time, a sentence suddenly appeared: "The little donor has a unique fate and a deep blessing. Why not shave his hair and become a monk and come to my Caotang Temple to practice... The old monk is willing to accept it as a disciple and pass it on to the robe and bowl. With the qualifications of the little donor, he will sooner or later achieve the right result, so as to get rid of the suffering of the six realms of reincarnation and rise to the Pure Land. Isn't that beautiful?"

"Ahem... Thank you for your kindness. I am so in love with the world, I really have no chance to be with the Buddha!"

What, I made myself a monk and became a monk. Li Zhao's head shaking like a rattle. His life ambition is to wake up the sword of killing, lie drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman, drink fine wine with his close friends, and fight against the powerful in the battlefield... all of them quickly!

The ancient Buddha of Qinglan meditation and practiced, and could not drink, eat meat, or soak girls. In that case, he might as well kill him.

"Forget it, the little donor has no chance to be with Qingfu, and he has a share with Hongfu, so the old monk should not force it." Seeing that Li Zhao refused to become a monk, Zen Master Benkong shook his head helplessly, and after a moment of silence, he wrote a poem to write:

The thunder shook the sound of insects in spring, and the body turned away from the mud.

I only knew that when I went in and out, I would become a dragon when I changed.

"Amitabha, the little donor's signature is a rare sign, and it is a sign of pervertedness in hibernation. If everything changes, it is auspicious. If everything changes, you will seek changes in everything and wait for the time to move. You will surely be able to establish great achievements and your future is limitless!"

"Thank you for your signature!"

Li Zhao could feel that Zen Master Benkong did not tell the truth, or to be more precise, he did not tell the truth.

This is nothing. The saying of fate is illusory. It is something that believes in something, and does not believe in it.

I believe in one sentence more: My destiny is up to me, but I cannot control the heaven. If the heaven wants to destroy me, I will destroy the heaven. Even if my destiny is not good, as long as I have both wisdom and courage, and work hard to do my best, I can still go against the will of heaven and change my destiny!

After chatting for a while, worried that the old monk would continue to persuade him to shave his hair and become a monk, Li Zhao stood up and said goodbye. The little monk Jingchen sent him out of the courtyard and then returned to the Zen room.

I saw Zen Master Benkong holding a rosary bead in his hand, constantly turning, and a strong look of sorrow was revealed on his face, which had been calm all year round.

Seeing this, the little monk Jingchen couldn't help but ask: "Why is the master so worried? Is the little donor's fate very strange?"

"Oh, it's not just strange, it's simply incredible. Judging from the birth date, he was originally lonely and helpless, and he died young for a young man long time ago, and he should have returned to the underworld, but he is alive. Is it strange?

Looking at his face again, the heaven is full, the earth is round, the eyes are bright and bright, and the fire of the sun is hidden inside. This is the appearance of the dragon and phoenix, and the appearance of the sky and the sun.

There is also his palm, with four lines deep and long, dragons and tigers matching, lines like swords, and evil spirits hidden inside... Those with this palm should be in charge of thousands of troops and horses, spurring the nine states of the world. In anger, they will be buried in millions of corpses and blood flowing thousands of miles!
To be continued...