disguised holy monk

The man was dressed in blue and plain, with a jade crown and hair tied up, and his handsome brows were bright, but he couldn't suppress the sharp and sharp aura around him.He was sitting by the window of the private room on the second floor of Piaoxiang Building, shaking his folding fan and watching for an unknown amount of time. At this time, his dark eyes fell on Xuanqing with a bit of searching, and there was a vague smile on his lips. .

"Amitabha..." Xuan Qing clasped his hands together and was about to say something when Xuan Yuan had already returned with some dry biscuits in his hand. Seeing that Xuan Qing was talking to the man upstairs, he couldn't help calling out a little vigilantly , "Junior Brother..."

"Brother, you're back." Xuan Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xuan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and while giving him the dry biscuits in his hand, he said, "What's the matter?"

Xuan Qing shook his head to indicate that nothing happened, then turned to the second floor, smiled and said: "Thank you for the kindness of this benefactor, but the little monk already has a fast meal."

The man held the folding fan in the palm of his hand, and leaned slightly towards the window, as if he could see him more clearly this way.

His black eyes were deep, "Master, isn't Piaoxianglou's vegetarian food much better than these few unpalatable dry biscuits?"

Xuan Qing was slightly stunned, then smiled and said softly: "Although there are only a few pieces of dry biscuits, they are enough to fill the stomach. For practitioners, there is no big difference."

Qinglingling's voice is as cold as ice and snow, but it doesn't make people feel alienated. His coldness brings with it a dusty calmness, which is not clean from the dust of the world; it is a feeling of compassion and compassion, and it is a natural freedom .

The man paused, staring at his lips with a bigger smile, and said loudly, "Master is right."

Xuan Qing gave a slight salute and ignored him, and then had lunch with Xuan Yuan.

The cake was dry and choked, it was really not delicious, but in order to maintain the image of a saintly monk, and to make the other party look high, Xuanqing habitually turned on the pretending mode.Besides, this man's attire and demeanor made him look extraordinary, so he might even donate some incense money.

After lunch, Xuan Qing and Xuan Yuan set up a simple stall.

Because the Mu Buddha Festival is approaching, the news about the peace talisman presented by the Qingchan Temple is only spread around the foot of the mountain, but only a few people in the city know about it, so everyone only thinks that they are monks wandering somewhere, and some people even suspect that they are pretending to be monks Not even a liar.

For a while, they just gathered around to watch, and didn't go forward.

Xuanqing feels that they are now advertising in modern society. They first come to the door for free to let the other party experience the service effect, and only then go to the store to buy products when the other party is satisfied.A few days ago, the little monks had almost spread the flyers, now it's time to do something practical.

He and Xuan Yuan looked at each other, and Xuan Yuan put his hands together under his signal and said, "All benefactors, the poor monk is Xuan Yuan and his younger brother Xuan Qing from Qingchan Temple. Buddha fate, I am here to give Buddhist teachings and answer questions, and here are some handwritten scriptures and peace charms. If there is a need in the donor's family, you can also come and get it yourself..."

Just as he finished speaking, there were faint whispers around him——

"It's the peace talisman of Qingchan Temple. It's very useful. I've been suffering from insomnia and dreams recently. Last time I met the little master of Qingchan Temple outside the city and gave me one to wear. I slept soundly for several days. .”

"Is it so godlike? Then I'll ask for one too..."

The peace talisman was fumigated by Xuanqing with medicine, and hanging it on his body did have the effect of calming the mind and purifying the mind.

Some people had met the little monk of Qingchan Temple who gave alms a few days ago, so the credibility of Xuanyuan's words was further deepened. In addition, these things were all given away for free, so they were not afraid of being cheated.So it quickly became lively, and the crowd moved towards Xuanqing's place.

But watching Xuanqing monk's robe fluttering, his brows and eyes were calm, the group of people did not dare to crowd, but lined up to go to him to get it.

Xuan Qing twirled the Buddha beads and smiled slightly, so that the person holding the peace amulet unconsciously bowed and folded his palms to take it, and felt very strange in his heart, as if he saw a Buddha child wearing Buddha light.

This is due to the aura of "compassion and compassion" in the novice gift package.People with good hearts see Xuanqing as a benevolent and benevolent Buddha son, which is convincing; people with evil hearts see him as if he has a holy light, and dare not look directly at him.

After a while, several scriptures and dozens of peace charms were received.

Those who didn't receive it were a little disappointed, Xuan Qing smiled and comforted him: "My brother and I will give alms here in the past few days, the benefactor can come back tomorrow."

The man was a little flattered by his words, and put his hands together to thank him.

And the man sitting by the window on the second floor has been looking at him with deep eyes, only thinking that the other party is young but his gestures already exude Buddha nature from the inside out, which is enough to see the profoundness of Buddhism.He had only seen such an appearance on Kong Ying.Originally, the purpose of this trip was to meet Kongying, but now he has a windfall.

The smile on the man's lips disappeared in a flash, and for some reason, he got up slowly and left here.

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Things went smoother than Xuan Qing thought, the scriptures and peace amulets he brought were all taken away, and occasionally someone came to ask questions and explain the scriptures.

Perhaps because of his "Buddha mind", he can easily explain those seemingly confusing Zen scriptures.

At the end of the day, those who listened to his lectures were all convinced.

This time, not only the reputation of Qingchan Temple spread, but also his prestige increased by two points.

It was getting late, Xuan Yuan looked at the slightly darkening sky, got up and said: "Junior brother, we should go back, if it is later, the mountain road will be invisible..."

Xuan Qing nodded, and the two of them put away their things, and sent out the scriptures and other things, leaving only the empty scripture boxes.

"Let me recite it." Xuan Yuan took the lead to recite the scriptures, and Xuan Qing smiled helplessly.

At this moment, a group of people chased a ragged boy and fell in front of Xuan Qing.

"You son of a bitch! Are you still running?" The menacing men looked like street bullies, and the young man who was on the ground punched and kicked.

The boy curled up into a painful spasm, but he didn't make a sound, only the muffled sound of his flesh being beaten.

His face was buried in the crook of his arms and he couldn't see his face clearly, only his eyes were amazingly bright.

Xuan Qing couldn't bear to frown, put his hands together, and persuaded him: "Amitabha, several benefactors, you have to forgive others and forgive others, why do you have to be so cruel..."

The leading man among them looked at Xuan Qing, saw that it was an unusually handsome young monk, and couldn't help spitting, "The stinky monk is none of your business? I think you're looking for a beating!"

As he spoke, he punched Xuan Qing directly in the face.

Xuan Qing clasped his hands together and did not move, only his quiet brows were indifferent, and that hand was already grasped by Xuan Yuan, the wrist bone was pinched by such a strong force that he could hardly help crying out in pain.