My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 279 The distinguished guest hasn’t come yet

There are more than ten Taoist temples, temples and nunneries in Beicheng, large and small, and they are all gathered behind Fahua Temple. This medium-sized temple is crowded with people.

In the past, the Dharma assembly would not have been so lively, and Fahua Temple would selectively invite people. But this year, the persons in charge of all registered Taoist temples, temples, and nunneries have received invitations, and some are even from Fahua Temple. The novice sent the paper invitation letter in person, and even advertised it widely, so that some folk "immortals" also participated.

This phenomenon puzzled many people, so they gathered together to discuss it.

 “What’s going on this year? Why is there such a big fight?”

“It’s hard to say, it seems to be a lot more relaxed. I also know people who make a lot of money by telling people’s fortunes online.”

“When you mentioned fortune-telling on the Internet, I remembered someone, my aunt from the Su family.”

“Yes, yes, this milk baby is really powerful. I also watched her last live broadcast. She can open Yin and Yang eyes from a distance!”

 “Why didn’t this little aunt come today?”

While these people were talking about Mianmian, Yongjue and Qingxu got together.

  Different from those scattered folk magicians, the two are the owners of orthodox temples and Taoist temples, and they all wear "uniforms" in such grand events.

Yongjue is wearing a red cassock with a gold edge. He has many wrinkles on his old face and is thin.

Qingxu is wearing a purple robe, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and wearing a lotus crown with golden lotus flowers on his head. He is also thin.

 The two old men stood together, first looked up and down, and then snorted coldly.

Yongjue took the lead and said, "Niubi, you look really energetic."

Qingxu said: "Isn't the Taoist spirit a matter of course? But you, I heard that the incense in Qishifang Temple is not as good as here, don't you have any idea?"

 “Why do people outside my hometown care about these things?” Yongjue smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and had a profound smile on his face.

Qingxu was too lazy to say anything to Yongjue. He looked at the sun that had just risen in the sky and said in a rather dull tone: "Little junior sister Mianmian is still sleeping. Tsk, let me stand together with you, an old bald donkey. It affects the mood of the veteran."

"Heh, I haven't said that you have affected my mood yet, but you have the nerve to say it first?" Yongjue had a cold face and didn't want to speak.

The two of them stood at the front and quarreled, while the disciples and grandsons behind them also looked at each other. They had long known that the temple master and abbot would behave like this when they met, but they couldn't help but say in their hearts: the temple master/abbot is really an old naughty boy!

Some people who have never met Mianmian in person are looking forward to it because of the conversation between Qingxu and Yongjue.

How powerful is the Su family’s sister-in-law?

 In fact, they are not the only ones praying. Yonghui, the abbot of Fahua Temple, is also looking forward to meeting Mianmian. He was sitting on the stage of the Dharma assembly, an old monk wearing cassocks like Yongjue, twisting his beads and smiling.

Time passed by, and a monk from Fahua Temple came to serve steamed buns.

When everyone answered, they couldn't help but ask: "Abbot Yonghui sent out invitations today to invite us to attend the Dharma conference. Why haven't you started giving lectures this time?"

 “It has already started at this time in the past.”

"That's right."

These lay people may not necessarily practice Buddhism, but they also want to get some insights from eminent monks. They may not be able to realize these insights in ten or twenty years, and they are of great benefit to their practice.

The monks of Fahua Temple were also willing to listen to opinions. After hearing everyone's questions, they chose a representative to come to the stage and whisper in Abbot Yonghui's ear.

After hearing this, Yonghui clasped his hands and recited the Dharma chant: "Amitabha! That's good, that's good. It's not that I don't want to start, but it's because there is still an important guest who has not arrived yet."

 Everyone asked who this important guest was.

Yong Hui said: "This guest is a descendant of the Jiang family. Now in the Su family, the donors on the Internet respect her as a sister-in-law. However, she and I are of the same generation and can be regarded as my junior sister."

 When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

They were still discussing this little aunt just now. Unexpectedly, Master Yonghui didn’t give a lecture in advance today just because of my aunt? Why is this necessary? As a child, maybe he just can’t get up from bed in the morning?

This kind of child who can’t get up, no matter how smart he is, probably has no wisdom, so what is there to wait for?

 Isn’t this a waste of all their time? Everyone comes to the Dharma Conference so cooperatively because they all want to make some progress. The Dharma Conference is only for two days and two nights. If you miss it, you will have no chance.

 At this moment, these people had a bad impression of Mianmian.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone complained a lot.

Yongjue frowned.

 The gate of **** is about to open. In fact, it doesn’t just start to affect the mortal world at night, but also during the day. Fahua Temple is an important place for Buddhism. The light of Buddha should be shining everywhere, but at this time, it is cast a shadow because of the words of these people.

Qingxu also noticed this. He shook his fly whisk and squinted at Yonghui on the stage.

 Taoism has a hierarchy of names and titles, and so does Buddhism.

Yonghui and Yongjue are monks of the same generation, but their temperaments are completely different. This guy Yong Hui always smiles like a Maitreya Buddha, making people have no idea what he is thinking.

Qingxu thought about the information he had obtained through cooperation with the Su family, and tapped the handle of the whisk with his fingers.

Yong Hui seemed to be cooperating with the Fallen Angels Cult. Through this ceremony, he also wanted to see if he could find out anything. It's just that Yong Hui's purpose is too direct. She deliberately made these people hate her sister-in-law. Isn't it appropriate?

On the stage, Yonghui’s eyes made contact with Qingxu. Yonghui nodded slightly, closed her eyes and just twisted the beads.

 Others at the meeting saw that their constant complaining could not make Yonghui change his mind and start the sermon in advance, so they had no choice but to close their mouths and sit cross-legged, close their eyes and start practicing.

We waited until half past nine, and finally, at the entrance of the square of Fahua Temple, Su Chenjin appeared with Mianmian in her arms.

 Xiao Naituanzi saw that everyone had their eyes closed and said nothing. The atmosphere in the scene was solemn, and his expression immediately became embarrassed.

 She is indeed late!

I originally wanted to get up on my own, but I was too sleepy.

A monk from Fahua Temple led her and Su Chenjin inside, talking as they walked: "Donor, please come this way."

 The sound of his voice caused the people meditating on the ground to open their eyes and look at Mianmian. There were futons wherever they sat, leaving only a path in between.

 At first, only people on both sides of the road heard the sound and broke away from the meditative state. Later, one by one shouted, and everyone looked at Mianmian.

Mianmian was in Su Chenjin's arms, her big eyes wandering around, and her gaze moved on the person sitting on the ground. Occasionally, when she saw someone whose fate line could not be seen, she would look at them twice, trying to remember them.

"finally come."

“Yes, yes, this kid is so impressive, he brought so many people with him!”

“Does this treat the Dharma gathering as a playground? Why are they all little dolls?”

Some people with good moral character couldn't help but sigh with emotion when they saw the faint light shining on Yang Xian's forehead: "This young man is only 18 years old, but he is so talented that he actually has his eyes opened between his eyebrows?"

The level of the Heavenly Eye is much higher than that of the Yin and Yang Eyes. Not every practitioner can open it, and the abilities after opening it also vary. After practicing cultivation, most people only open their yin and yang eyes, but they also claim that they have heavenly eyes.

Su Chenjin has long legs and walked to the front of the stage in a short while.

He also knew the rules. After putting Mianmian down, he first saluted Abbot Yonghui with his hands together, and then introduced: "My aunt, this is the abbot of Fahua Temple, Master Yonghui."

Mianmian was actually looking at Yonghui.

Xiao Nai Tuanzi opened his heavenly eye, and could only see the heavenly eye. Yonghui was surrounded by golden light. Those are faith values ​​and merits, which represent that Abbot Yonghui is a Buddhist who usually does good deeds.

  She also saw Yong Hui’s past, a young monk who was smart and smart and always praised by others.

Mianmian tilted her head, feeling strange.

If Abbot Yonghui is such a good abbot, then why do all the clues point to Fahua Temple?

 (End of this chapter)