Chapter 31 Thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras, tens of thousands of people listen (please subscribe)

Author: We must stick to it

Chapter 31 Thousands of Buddhas chanting sutras, tens of thousands of people listen (please subscribe)

Although he is not a Taoist priest, as a monk, especially an abbot, he naturally knows the definition and weight of the word "preach" very well.

The prerequisite for preaching is that you need to have a sufficient understanding of "Tao".

The same is true for Buddhism. You must have sufficient knowledge of Buddhist scriptures.

After studying Buddhist scriptures for more than 40 years, Abbot Huiming was unable to travel around to preach Buddhism, but the Taoist priest in front of him, who was only in his early twenties, was able to go down the mountain to preach?

If it were an older Taoist, perhaps Abbot Huiming would still be convinced.

But how old is Su Yang? He's in his early twenties at most, just a little older than the two young monks. It's hard to believe it.

However, although he did not believe it, Abbot Huiming did not say it out loud.

After confirming Su Yang's identity, Abbot Huiming agreed to Su Yang's order.

"Mingfang, Mingyuan, you take the Taoist priest to the guest room, and you can also visit around. Remember to leave a phone number. If you have any questions, you can ask them both."

Abbot Huiming glanced at the two young monks and arranged: "By the way, Taoist Master, in the Main Hall, sooner or later our disciples will have homework scriptures. If you are interested, you can go and listen."

Under the leadership of two young monks, Ming Fang and Ming Yuan, Su Yang followed them and began to gradually understand the situation of Lingqing Temple.

"Taoist Priest, please follow us to visit the guest rooms first. After seeing them there, it's almost time to have dinner. Then we'll go to the dining hall to eat."

Along the way, the taller Ming Fang was very patient and introduced Lingqing Temple enthusiastically, giving Su Yang a good first impression of Lingqing Temple.

Ming Yuan, on the other hand, kept a straight face throughout the whole process and didn't say a few words. He had a grudge against Su Yang's identity as a Taoist priest and came to the Buddhist temple to make orders.

Su Yang naturally noticed it, but ignored it and continued to listen to Ming Fang's introduction.

Now that the abbot has agreed, what's the use of other people's words? What's more, there are so many people in the world, and there is always someone who doesn't like me. Is it possible to give him a beating?

Just be on your own.

Along the way, netizens in the live broadcast room also listened to Ming Fang's introduction and learned about the grand scene of Jiangnan City.

"This temple is so big. Damn it, why do I feel like so many places are similar?"

"I've already fainted..."

"Although when I watched the Taoist priest's live broadcast, I tended to prefer Taoism, but the Buddhist temple was indeed built very brilliantly. Just by seeing so many pilgrims along the way, it was no less than an ordinary scenic spot."

"Why doesn't the other little monk say anything? Is he feeling unwell?"

"Maybe aunt is here."

They came to the guest room first. After Su Yang put down his luggage, he started to wander around other places until finally stopping in front of the dining hall.

"Come on, Taoist Priest, we will take you to try the food at Lingqing Temple."

With that said, Ming Fang led Su Yang into the dining hall.

There were many people in the dining hall, but it was extremely quiet. Except for the noise made while eating, almost no one spoke.

Looking around, they are all monks. Occasionally, you can see some pilgrims, some like Su Yang, staying here for a few nights.

Some of them live there deliberately for a long time. It is said that eating the same food as the masters can cultivate their moral character. Although the clear soup is a little watery, it seems that eating this kind of food will not be contaminated by the grains of the world and can prolong life.

Just like in every temple, there are always a few old monks who are over a hundred years old.

After finishing the meal, the three of them sat together.

A pile of white rice, a few pieces of tofu and green vegetables, and a bowl of red bean soup, this is tonight's dinner.

Ming Fang and Ming Yuan were already used to it, so they picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Su Yang had already expected a light diet, so there weren't many surprises.

However, when the water friends in the live broadcast room saw this meal, their previous good impression of Lingqing Temple plummeted.

"It's okay to burn incense and worship Buddha. After praying, you have to leave quickly. You can't leave food. Where can people eat this food?"

"I suddenly felt that the instant noodles in my hand were so delicious that I drank two buckets of them."

"The Taoist temple's cafeteria seems to be completely different. It's almost the same as our ordinary restaurant food."

"For me, a food worker, for this reason alone, the Taoist temple completely beats the monk temple."

After dinner, the two of them took Su Yang to visit Lingqing Temple, but this time, it was more like a walk after dinner, and the pace was obviously slower.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a distant bell rang.

Ming Yuan, who had been silent all the way, looked down at the time and reminded: "Senior brother, it's already one o'clock, it's time to go to evening classes."

"OK."

Ming Fang nodded, and then looked at Su Yang: "Taoist Priest, you can go back to rest, or you can attend our evening class, which is in the Main Hall."

"The poor Taoist is somewhat interested in Buddhist scriptures."

"Then come with us."

After saying that, the three of them rushed towards the Main Hall, one behind the other.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With three ancient bells ringing, evening classes officially began.

In the huge Mahavira Hall, the tall statue of Sakyamuni Buddha is shining brightly, sitting on a high platform, looking down.

Heavy cigarette smoke slowly rose and curled up.

Under the Buddha statue, nearly a thousand monks were kneeling. They sat on futons with a wooden fish in front of them and bowed devoutly.

At the front of them was the majestic Abbot Huiming, who was wearing cassocks.

I saw that he was personally offering incense to the Buddha statue, while the others were kneeling and waiting in silence.

The scale is huge and the momentum is loud.

Su Yang was stunned for a moment by this scene.

He vaguely remembered that when he was doing evening classes at the Wuming Taoist Temple where he stayed, it was just him and the master, and it was very miserable.

There is no harm without comparison.

In addition, on both sides of the Main Hall and even outside the hall, a large group of pilgrims who had not returned home gathered, just standing outside and listening to the monks chanting sutras.

"Dear me, is this the power of Buddhism? It's so terrifying!"

"I'm afraid there must be thousands of tourists who are not here to listen."

"Well, if I just scolded the food in the temple cafeteria for not being human food, can I take it back? The main thing is, I suddenly found that I seem to like vegetarian food."

Such a spectacular scene not only stunned Su Yang, but also netizens were stunned.

This battle should not be too grand at all.

After Abbot Huiming finished offering incense to the Buddha statue, he knelt on the futon again and led the thousands of monks in the temple to start evening classes.

"Boom!"

The sound of wooden fish and the chanting of sutras echoed uniformly throughout the hall, filling the entire Lingqing Temple, and the sound of Sanskrit echoed in everyone's ears.

At this moment, the world was pure, and everyone listened to the monks reciting Buddhist sutras with peace of mind, with a look of enjoyment on their faces.

But only Su Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Why does this sound a little weird?"

Not only him, but also more than 100,000 netizens in the live broadcast room felt the same way.

Although the evening classes held by this group of monks were grand in scale, the scriptures they recited were not that pleasant.

It’s not that the content of Taoist scriptures is different from that of Buddhist scriptures, but that they are not good at simply reciting them.

"What are they reciting now? Although it is not unpleasant, it is very different from the Taoist priest's previous recitation. It is as ordinary as drinking water."

"It's cracked. I feel like my ears are going to explode. It's so unpleasant that I can't even tell you, but so many people are reading it together, damn!"

"I take back my apology. The food in this monk's temple is not for human consumption."
Chapter completed!