I Have a Luck Altar

  Chapter 85 The Weirdness in the Temple of Grace

  Outside Ping'an County, looking at Yue Shan's disappearing figure, Chen Yuan stood where he was and chuckled lightly.

  Now, the preparatory work is finally completed, and the next step is to go to the Temple of Mercy to confirm again.

  Facing Mr. Zhang who even Li Mingqi had to be cautious about, Chen Yuan didn't dare to take it lightly, and even less dared to lie with slanderous words, otherwise, the consequences would be serious.

  Yue Shan promised that within three days at the latest, either the Lord Zhang would come, or he would prepare a letter in advance to inform.

   At that time, if the Lord Zhang really came in person, the word guessing can no longer be used.

   Must come up with some convincing words.

   "Wang Ping."

   "Brother Yuan."

  Wang Ping glanced at Chen Yuan, and responded.

   "Follow me to the Temple of Mercy, see more, talk less."

   "Brother Yuan, don't worry!"

  North of the city.

  Ci'en Temple.

  Chen Yuan looked around the temple for a while, got off his horse with a calm face, and walked into the temple.

   Chen Yuan is both familiar and unfamiliar with this place.

   In his memory, every year his uncle would bring him several times to burn incense and worship Buddha. After crossing, he also came here to get his first opportunity, the Vajra Glass Body.

   But Chen Yuan is still very strange. He is unfamiliar with the Ci'en Temple, a place that helps the world and crosses people.

   There are also hidden evil things like Xuesha Dao just by hearing the name.

   "There are a lot fewer people here than usual."

  Wang Ping looked around, walked to Chen Yuan and said in a low voice.

  Wang Ping also came here before, but at that time the Ci’en Temple was still very popular, and there was an endless stream of believers burning incense and worshiping Buddha, but now.

   is already very loose.

   "There has been a severe drought for years, and the people's harvests are not good, so naturally there is no money left to burn incense."

"Too."

  Wang Ping nodded approvingly.

   From his father's business, it can be seen that the drought in Qingzhou in the past two years has indeed been serious. In some places, it is said that the ground has been cracked.

   "Who are the two?"

  Chen Yuan and Wang Ping had just entered when a young bald monk stepped forward and asked with clasped hands.

   His eyes looked at them with some vigilance.

"Burn incense and pray."

  Chen Yuan smiled.

  The young monk froze for a moment, then quickly laughed and said:

   "The hall is just ahead, the two benefactors can just go straight."

   I heard that he came to burn incense, and the monk even changed his name.

   "Okay, thank you."

   Chen Yuan nodded with a smile.

  Before coming, he and Wang Ping had already changed their clothes to prevent being watched.

  The young monk nodded slightly, then turned to greet other pilgrims.

"Walk"

  Chen Yuan squinted his eyes, and led Wang Ping to wander around the Ci'en Temple.

  Looking up and down, thinking about where the tricks of Ci'en Temple will be hidden.

  Ci’en Temple is a small temple, but it also has many rooms and halls. There are heavy incense burners in the temple, which made Wang Ping inadvertently sigh.

  Chen Yuan's eyes moved slightly after listening, but he didn't say much.

  As long as you have doubts about a place, you can find something wrong no matter where it is.

   Not long after, Chen Yuan and Wang Ping walked through two doors and came to the front of the main hall.

  More than a dozen men, women, and children bowed their heads in front of the hall, resting their heads on the ground with their palms facing up in silence.

  Chen Yuan squinted his eyes. This is the etiquette in Buddhism, the ceremony of receiving feet.

  Can't help but sneer in my heart, Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, but this ceremony, is it equal for believers?

   "Brother Yuan, do I recognize these people?"

  Wang Ping lowered his voice.

"who?"

   Chen Yuan asked.

   "Brother Yuan, do you still remember the missing children I told you yesterday? These people are their parents" Wang Ping said softly.

   "The child is missing, can you find it by praying to God and Buddha?" Chen Yuan shook his head slightly.

  He still didn't say a word, that is, their child probably disappeared because of some people in the Temple of Grace.

   "A tael of silver into the palace."

  A fat middle-aged monk with several ring scars on his head walked up to Chen Yuan and said calmly.

   "Why is it so expensive again? Wasn't it 100 Wen when I came last time?"

  Chen Yuan asked in a condensed voice.

  To prevent being suspected, Chen Yuan wanted to mold himself into a believer.

   "The host wants to repair the golden body of the Buddha."

  The middle-aged monk said with a light smile.

   Staring at him, Chen Yuan handed over two taels of silver:

   "It turned out to be a golden body for the Buddha, so it should indeed increase."

   "The benefactors are still thinking about the Buddha, these benefactors" The middle-aged man looked at the men, women and children kneeling on the ground not far away and shook his head, with some contempt in his eyes.

   "Praying for Buddha is not about money, as long as you have the heart."

  The middle-aged monk smiled, but did not speak.

  Chen Yuan and Wang Ping took two incense sticks from the middle-aged monk and stepped into the hall.

  In the center, a golden Buddha statue several feet tall sits on a lotus platform, looking down at every believer who comes in coldly and indifferently.

  Chen Yuan opened his sky eyes, and a trace of imperceptible blue light appeared in his eye sockets. He looked around in the hall, but unfortunately, there was no movement.

  The expression in his eyes returned to normal, Chen Yuan walked forward calmly, and put the burning incense on the incense burner in front of him, without kneeling down.

  Chen Yuan does not believe in gods and Buddhas, no matter in his previous life or in this life.

  Martial arts practice is one's own body.

  Wang Ping imitated Chen Yuan's movements, inserted the burning incense, and left the main hall following Chen Yuan's footsteps.

  In front of the door, the group of people were still kowtowing devoutly. Chen Yuan walked past without looking sideways.

  Leaving the main hall, Chen Yuan purposefully went to the place where scriptures were presented in the Temple of Ci'en.

  Outside the Sutra Pavilion.

  A green-robed monk was sweeping the floor, Chen Yuan took a closer look, he was an acquaintance, and he got the Vajra Glass Body from him last time.

"Grandmaster."

  Chen Yuan put one hand on his chest and nodded slightly.

  The green-robed monk slowly raised his head, with some weather-beaten wrinkles on his face, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Chen Yuan:

   "It's benefactor Chen, why did you come here to burn incense today?"

   "It's been a bad year recently, I want to burn incense and ask Buddha to bless you." Chen Yuan smiled lightly.

   "The Buddha is in the heart, as long as you think about it all the time."

  The green-robed monk smiled.

   "The master is really a master, and his casual words contain Buddhist principles."

   "Chen benefactor is joking, I heard that Chen benefactor has already taken the position of head arrester?"

   "Perhaps it was because I burned those Diamond Sutras for my uncle before, so I was lucky enough to get this seat." Chen Yuan was not surprised either. Many people in Ping'an County knew that he was a head arrester.

   Not to mention this monk who is fairly familiar with him.

   "Benefactor Chen is a man of good fortune."

   "Master, Chen wants to ask a question."

  The green-robed monk smiled and remained silent.

  Chen Yuan handed over a tael of silver calmly.

   "Chen benefactor, please tell me." The green-robed monk smiled faintly, and put the silver into his sleeve without any trace.

  (end of this chapter)