I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times

"Dong—" When the golden sun shines on the top, the bell of Qingquan Temple rang, three times in a row, thirty-six times each.

After Hong Zhong made three rounds, the drums from the Drum Tower also played three times in a row, announcing the completion of the Daxiong Palace.

The Daxiong Hall, which took a long time to build, is located on the second level of the central axis of Qingquan Temple, which is much more magnificent than the Hall of Heavenly Kings.

There are double cornices, golden beams on the roof, a large bronze tripod in front of the hall, and majestic stone lions on both sides.

Lin Zhao stood in front of the monks, holding a half-meter-high stick of incense, inserted it into the bronze tripod, and mounted the first stick of incense in the Daxiong Hall.

At the same moment, the golden light shines on the golden beams, bursting out with ten thousand zhang rays of light, sweeping across the four universes like the coming of the Buddha's light.

A gust of wind blew, and the smoke from the burning incense made Lin Zhao squint his eyes, which made his eyes hurt and tears flowed.

He blinked and led the monks into the hall.

In the center of the hall are three statues of Sakyamuni, Amitabha Buddha and Medicine Buddha sitting on a high platform, and two statues of Ananda Gaya stand between the three statues, all of which are made of stone carvings.

There are three Buddhist altar tables in the middle of the left and right, separated by a large painted Buddha bottle, and nine lotus candlesticks are placed behind the Buddha statue.

There are bright lights on the left and right sides, and there are potted red earth asparagus bamboos and mussels and peonies in the corners.

The solid wood floor, the walls with iron wall decorations, and two round windows opened, are not much different from the Temple of Heavenly Kings, except that the space is much wider.

There are three futons on the left, middle and right respectively, and a drum, a bowl and a wooden fish are placed in front.

The big drum is placed against the wall, and the cast iron bowl is very large. It is placed on a small cushioned stool, also known as the hand chime, which is a Buddhist ritual tool.

The round wooden fish is very huge, and a futon is placed in front of it. When the monks are chanting, they kneel and sit in front of it, beating the wooden fish while chanting.

After some procedures, Lin Zhao finally couldn't bear it any longer, and hurried back to the dormitory, wet the veil with water and put it on his eyes.

He was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, listening to the indistinct conversation of the pilgrims, slowly sinking into sleep.

In the dream, he floated lightly, as if a wisp of wind had drifted to nowhere.

All around, there are "youpo talks under the green pines, and arhats walk among the green cypresses", there are various mythical beasts, green luan, jade elephants, golden lions, and all kinds of fairy plants, Ziying, Yao, grass and Qihua.

A puff of white smoke and mist passed by, and after it dissipated, they came to a hall. The surrounding high seats were lined up one by one, all monks with waistcoats and cassocks.

Their lips moved slightly, and Lin Zhao's ears were filled with the sound of Sanskrit scriptures, which made him confused, but somehow he had a clue.

Gradually it was dark again.

When I woke up again, I could no longer remember the content of the lucid dream. I felt as if something had changed in me, but I couldn't say exactly what had changed.

He didn't take it seriously, and came to the gate of the Palace of Heavenly Kings to unwrap the lottery as usual.

This time the sign was released, he felt that it was different from before.

A middle-aged man knelt on a futon to draw lots.

"Buddha bless, help me to see the fortune of going out this time!" After shaking it dozens of times, one dropped and signed.

When he came to the table, Lin Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at the man's face when he took the lottery, as if he suddenly saw something through time and space through his face.

Lin Zhao felt something in his heart, this time he didn't read the manual again, and blurted out:

"It's not suitable to travel far recently, it's better to wait for half a month." After speaking, he himself was also taken aback.

Half a month later, the man came again, threw money into the merit box with an excited face, held Lin Zhao and shouted, "Thank you, Master!"

It turned out that there were many bandits on the route he was going to go out last time, and the caravan suffered heavy losses. If he had gone with him last time, he might not be able to come back.

Hearing that Lin Zhao had such an idea, he himself was a little surprised.

Why am I not surprised at all, but feel that everything should be taken for granted?

Another month and a half later, the middle-aged man came again. The question was about the relocation of the ancestral graves, but the result was still unlucky.

After getting the result, the middle-aged man was about to leave in a hurry. Compared with the previous two times, he looked a little more anxious. Lin Zhao wanted to stop him so that he would not come a few times, but he didn't stop.

Hey, doesn't he know that asking for a lottery too many times in a short period of time won't work?

"Master, please save our family!" Not long after, the middle-aged man came again, and this time he almost knelt down for Lin Zhao.

"What happened?" The middle-aged man wiped his tears with his sleeve, swallowed his sobs, and told the story.

It turned out that he asked for a visa to go back that day, but after thinking about it, he decided to move the ancestral grave.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, there was a big problem in the family's business. His wife and son could not sleep peacefully at night and contracted wind-evil disease. When he went to check the warehouse by himself, he tripped over a bench and broke his leg.

"On the second day after moving the ancestral grave, I was planning to go to Beijing to sell Gebu. The north and the south have just been connected, and Gebu is getting hot in Kyoto. If I had gone to Beijing earlier, I could have made a fortune by taking advantage of the tailwind..."

"I don't know that the road is either broken down and cannot go, or the road is blocked, and it takes a lot of time to stop and go along the way, and it misses the opportunity. The Zhi Inn warehouse suddenly caught fire!!”

"Not to mention the loss, the accommodation expenses for the trip were also paid for. When I got home, my wife and children looked pale and ugly, and within a few days they lay in bed and couldn't get up..."

It was really unlucky. After Lin Zhao heard about it, he observed the middle-aged man and found that there were indeed a few wisps of black mist in his mottled breath.

? ? ?

Lin Zhao blinked, wondering if his eyes were blurred, how could he suddenly be able to see the luck on other people's faces?

Hey? Wait, why does he know that these qi represent a person's luck?

He turned to look at the other pilgrims, and found that he could also see the qi on them. The qi on adults is mottled, while the qi on children is the purest.

Could it be that he went to Lingshan to learn some supernatural powers in his dream? Thinking of this, Lin Zhao wanted to use this incident to try what skills he had learned. How much have you learned?

Looking at the man's face again, there is quite a bit of gloom and melancholy lingering, which makes people feel a little bit out of order.

In the dark, Lin Zhao felt that he seemed to see something, felt something, but it felt like a fish slipped through his fingers.

"The poor monk will follow you to the house to have a look."

"Okay! Please come with me, master."

Li's house is a three-entry courtyard. Li Zhiping took Lin Zhao along the gate to look at the inverted rooms, the east and west wing rooms of the courtyard, the main house and the rear cover room. Lin Zhao found that there were not many people living in such a large house. .

There are five or six servants living in the inverted room, Li Zhiping's only son is living in the east wing, and now he is sick in bed, and Li Zhiping and his wife live in the main room, and now one leg is broken and the other is also bedridden.

If Li Zhiping bought the house himself, there is really no need to waste such a population.

"This house is so big, but only your family lives there?"

"Oh, this house was originally purchased by my grandparents. It has a big branch. After my parents passed away, my elder brother moved out."

"Master, but what's wrong with this house?"

"There is no problem with the house, and then go to the new location of the ancestral grave you moved."

A group of people came to the shady **** of Xiaocang Mountain.

"Hey! It's my fault that I shouldn't have listened to the Taoist's words. He said that the feng shui here is very good, which can help the family to be peaceful and the business to be prosperous. Now let's not talk about getting rich through transshipment, being safe and stable is already the greatest wish."

When Li Zhiping came to this place again, he sighed a lot.

"The last time I went to the temple to ask for a lottery, I should have obeyed the instructions of the signer. It's all because I was confused by the words of the Taoist at that time!"

"Master, do you think there is something wrong with this place, making the ancestors in the family unhappy?"

Lin Zhao pondered for a while, the monk didn't care about geomantic omen, he only talked about cause and effect. He originally thought that Li Zhiping was so unlucky that something was wrong, so he let him take a look and eliminate the disaster.

But in two places, there is no problem.

Li Zhiping is eager for quick success and quick profit. The last time he asked for a lottery, he had already obtained a result. He was still pursuing wealth and moving his ancestral grave to change Feng Shui. Everyone has their own karma.

He can only persuade the other party to do more good deeds, and pray for a quick change of luck.

"The poor monk didn't see anything wrong."

"Ah? This... my wife's son has been having nightmares these few nights, even myself..." Li Zhiping showed a bit of fear on his face, he hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"Actually... not all of the old graves have been moved here... Can the master go there and see if there is any unrest?"

Seeing his hesitation, Lin Zhao knew that this person was hiding something and not telling the whole truth, but he said directly: "If the benefactor still refuses to explain the reason, he hesitates, even the poor monk can't help to solve it!"

After all, he was angry and wanted to leave the state.

Li Zhiping hurriedly asked him to stay, and led a group of people along the mountain road to a grassy cemetery.

As soon as Lin Zhao came to the place, he saw a black mist rising from a tombstone, which was exactly the same as that on Li Zhiping's body. Now because the distance is too close, it is directly connected to the black mist on Li Zhiping's body.

"Whose tomb is this?" Lin Zhao asked this, Li Zhiping knew he must have seen something, his eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior.

"This is the tomb where my father and the person who married first were buried together. Isn't this the relocation of the ancestral grave? I thought it was a relocation. I have some selfish intentions. I want to bury my father and mother together, so I leave this one here... "

Lin Zhao was speechless.

In ancient times, joint burial was a big event, and people at that time regarded it very seriously, but Li Zhiping tore them down without asking, and left one alone in the solitary tomb. What did he do?

Just as he was about to say something, a few men suddenly appeared on the mountain path and rushed over aggressively.