"The lotus in Pure Land, one flower, one Buddha and one world; the Muni Pearl is offering, Samadhi, Samyaksambodhi."

Nie Bing was free and visited the door and saw this couplet in front of the Main Hall. He couldn't help but recite it. After reciting it, he carefully realized it. It seemed that he felt that he had a little more Buddha nature and couldn't help but sigh at the depth of Buddhist culture.

Of course, this is also because Nie Bing is talented and has insight, and is a good seedling of cultivation. Otherwise, ordinary people would not have any enlightenment.

"Brother Zhao, you watch here. I'll go inside and change you later?" Nie Bing was young after all, and had never been here before, so he wanted to visit and walk around. This was not strictly prohibited by Shi Zhiqiang. After all, walking around was equivalent to patrol. Wearing a security uniform had a deterrent effect on thieves and other things.

"Well, okay, go. The toilet is in the forest over there." Zhao Haifeng said, pointing to a bamboo forest.

Nie Bing wandered around and met some charitable Buddhas. He couldn't help but learn from those devout believers. He bowed and touched with his hands to get involved in the Buddha's spirit. Although he didn't believe in Buddhism, it did not mean that he could not worship Buddha.

After coming out of the Main Hall, there is the Medicine Buddha Hall. There is a high wall behind the Medicine Buddha Hall, with the "Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita" engraved in the diamond-patterned stone. Nie Bing read it and remembered almost all of them except for one or two more complicated words. After walking through several alleys, he came to Guanyin Courtyard, followed by the Buddha Light Tower, the Heavenly King Hall, and the Sutra Pavilion. There are lotus leaf-shaped washbasins everywhere, trash cans like purple gold bowls, pools, combining classical and modernity, and the environment is very elegant.

"At the west of the sky?"

Before he knew it, Nie Bing turned back to the temple entrance and saw these four words written on the huge wall, which were vigorous and thought-provoking. He didn't notice it when he came.

"What is the West Sky that is close to the west?"

Nie Bing thought about it and nodded, saying this sentence in his heart is probably to teach people to do good deeds. As long as he worships Buddha in his heart, he always keeps good thoughts and does not do anything because his good deeds are small. He is a disciple of the Buddha. That is, he will enter the Buddha's path and the Buddha will be very close to you, and he will be close to you! On the contrary, if there is no Buddha in his heart, he will have evil thoughts in his heart, and he will become the end of the world even if he is close to you!

"Master, where can I donate the money for indulgence and oil?" Several foreign accents pulled the monks of Zhike and asked. These people were very decent, wearing big gold necklaces, precious watches, jade rings, suits and ties, noble all over their bodies, and were full of dust. At a glance, you could tell that they were coming from a distance.

"Several donors, just donate them in the merit box over there!" The monk from Zhike chanted the Buddha's name and pointed to a large glass box that was as high as one meter five meters and was only two or three cubic meters in size.

Nie Bing looked at it and saw a lot of money inside, but they were all small denominations, 1 yuan, 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 20 yuan, 50 yuan, and 100 yuan were not many.

The rich guys disdained and put their hands together, performed a Buddhist ritual, and said with a smile: "Master, we old friends come here together this time, and the money for the sesame oil is quite expensive, so it is probably not too safe to put it here."

"Ah?" Zhike Monk was stunned for a moment, then he became happy and greeted him repeatedly, "Several donors, please, please, please, please, please, I will take a few abbots to meet our masters!"

Then, the rich men followed the monks to the depths of the temple, and disappeared into the bustling crowd. Although the people around him noticed it and were envious, they soon went to their own business.

Nie Bing noticed that the bags that the few high-ranking customers were carrying or carrying were indeed rising. It was expected that the money for sesame oil was indeed quite large! No wonder Dayin Temple had to hire security guards to maintain order and protect safety. I think there are many such things every year.

"I have been shopping for a long time, go to the bathroom first, and then go to the exchange for Brother Zhao, otherwise he would blame me for being unfaithful."

Nie Bing thought, and walked through a Buddhist temple and walked towards the public toilet in the corner of the temple. He had just finished peeing. While washing his hands, he accidentally turned his head and saw a relatively hidden place on the courtyard wall not far away. A burly man appeared to come out of his head. Seeing that there was no one around, he flew down. When his clothes were hooked up by branches, Nie Bing was shocked when he saw a gun on his back!

Thieves?

The thief was very sensitive and fell silently. His clothes fell down and his gun covered him. Then, the man pretended to be nothing and walked towards the depths of the temple.

Nie Bing stared at the man and quickly followed.

However, after they all disappeared around the corner, a head appeared on the courtyard wall again. The man's long hair was also extremely strong. He jumped down with a "swoosh" and was even better than the man just now. He looked around and walked towards the Main Hall, where the crowd was the most.

"Hi, Nie Bing, what are you doing in a hurry?"

Nie Bing walked quickly, following the burly man and shuttled through the crowd. Unexpectedly, everyone next to him grabbed him, it was Shi Zhiqiang.

"Oh, it's okay, I just saw someone sneaking around and followed!"

"Oh? Then go quickly, I'll call everyone to pay attention!"

Unexpectedly, after such interruption, Nie Bing lost the trace of the man. He immediately had no time to talk to Shi Zhiqiang and hurriedly chased him in the direction just now.

At the same time, the burly man stepped into the abbot's courtyard.

There were not many monks inside, and most of them went to the major Buddhist temples to greet pilgrims. The burly man walked left and right, and with the protection of pillars, corners, etc., no one noticed him. Soon, he found the meditation room where the abbot was, took out a black hood with only two eye holes from his pocket, quickly put it on his head, covered his neck, and then pushed the door in!

The old abbot inside was meditating. When he heard the abnormal movement, he opened his eyes and looked at the person who came and was surprised: "Donor..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Take out the money!" The burly man closed the door, took out his pistol from his back, pointed the black muzzle at the old abbot's forehead and threatened.

"Amitabha, sin," said the old abbot clasped his hands together, "I am a monk, and there is no money, the donor has come to the wrong place!"

"Bald donkey, stop talking nonsense! I saw it in front of the mountain gate just now. Those rich merchants from the south donated more than one million, right? If you don't take it out, believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!" The burly man cursed and pulled the trigger with his fingers.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, I really have no money here..." Even though the old monk was firm in Zen, he still couldn't be completely calm in the face of the threat of death.

"Take out the money!" The robber was too lazy to talk nonsense, and pointed it with his gun, a little impatient.

Although the old monk was a little panicked, he didn't seem to be really afraid of death. He continued: "If the donor is short of money and has a difficult life, he can come to the merit box in front of the temple to withdraw money at night. The Buddhist sect is open. How can he not help others in danger? The monks of the guest generally don't care."

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