I Have a Trillion Merits

As soon as Old Li Tou finished speaking, he saw that the crowd was getting bigger and bigger. He immediately waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I won't tell you anymore. I want to go up the mountain to see Zhang Yuanwai's son discussing Taoism with the monk in the temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left Liu Yanchang and Yang Chan behind and left with the flow.

After Lao Litou left, the weird look on Liu Yanchang's face had not faded. He turned to look at Yang Chan beside him and said, "Madam, why don't we go up the mountain and take a look?"

Yang Chan was worried about the infant Agarwood at home. She shook her head and said, "I'd better dig wild vegetables and go home quickly. I can't leave Agarwood alone at home."

Liu Yanchang smiled and said, "I'm just climbing a mountain to have a look. It won't be long. Madam, you can rest assured."

Yang Chan couldn't defeat Liu Yanchang, so she could only carry the vegetable basket and climb the mountain with Liu Yanchang.

There is only one temple on this mountain, called Qingzen Temple.

Although the temple is small, there are many pilgrims. Over the years, more and more monks have flowed into Dongtu, which has given the originally declining Buddhism a glimmer of hope.

The abbot of Qingchan Temple is a well-known master, not only profound in Buddhism, but also capable of subjugating demons.

Deeply loved by the people.

Therefore, most people in this mountain believe in Buddhism, especially the philanthropic Zhang Yuanwai. He even invited a Buddha statue at home and worshiped it day and night.

Later, some people even heard that it was because Zhang Yuanwai had a Buddha statue in his home that he could have a son in his old age.

His son's name is Zhang Yanjin, and he is now only a seven or eight-year-old boy.

However, it is said that this strict person has been proficient in Buddhism since childhood. When he was born, the light of Buddha shone in the room, and he held a piece of blood jade in his hand with the word Xuanzang engraved on it.

His name is the same as that of the holy monk who went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Zhang Yuanwai once hired a tutor for him, but the child seemed to know it from birth. Within two years, father and son could no longer teach him any knowledge.

Instead, Zhang Yanjin became interested in Buddhist scriptures. He collected Buddhist scriptures from all over the world, and even more clearly understood the Buddhist principles and improved them.

He became a well-known reincarnated living Buddha in the town.

At first, other temple abbots from other places came and wanted to accept him as a disciple, but after discussing the Tao with them, they left the Zhang family talking about evil evil ways.

Since then, no temple abbot has come to accept Zhang Yanjin as a disciple.

They even preached to the outside world that the reincarnated living Buddha was a fake and a traitor to Buddhism, and that the Dharma he practiced was the method of demons.

As a result, Zhang Yanjin not only did not restrain himself, but also became famous.

Now I am taking this opportunity to go to Qingchan Temple to inquire about Buddhism.

A group of people went up the mountain in a mighty manner and arrived outside Qingchan Temple. They saw that the temple door was closed tightly. In front of the crowd was a seven or eight-year-old bald man, dressed in Chinese clothes and wearing Buddhist beads on his hands. Full of wisdom.

Zhang Yanjin stepped forward and knocked on the temple door, and then he heard the voice of a young novice monk coming from the door: "Qingchan Temple is closed today. Please come back another day."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd instantly burst into laughter.

"Why is the temple closed? I think Qingchan Temple is afraid of Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang has discussed Taoism with dozens of temple abbots without falling behind, and his reputation has spread far and wide. This Qingchan Temple must be afraid..."

"That's right, if Qingzen Temple was not afraid, why would it be closed? It would be better to wait until today."

"These old bald donkeys, they know how to collect incense money all day long, but how come they turn into cowards when something happens?"

There was constant laughter among the crowd. Zhang Yanjin, with an expressionless face, stepped forward and knocked on the temple door again, saying, "The young monk only came here to discuss Buddhism and has no ill intentions. I would like to ask the two young masters to make it convenient for them."

After the words fell, there was a muttering from the door, and then there was no more movement.

Behind the crowd, Liu Yanchang looked at the closed door of Qingchan Temple with a worried look on his face. He never thought that this prestigious Qingchan Temple would be afraid of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Yang Chan also sneered and said: "These monks have always bullied the weak and feared the strong. They only know how to plot and plot behind the scenes. Husband, we'd better dig some wild vegetables first and go home quickly..."

Liu Yanchang sighed, thought to himself that it was a pity, and then turned to leave.

But before he could turn around, he heard a "squeak" sound coming from behind. The originally closed door of Qingchan Temple slowly opened, and an old monk wearing cassocks walked out.

It is Master Xuankong, the host of Qingchan Temple.

Xuankong came outside the door, looked at the crowd of people in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and then said to Zhang Yanjin in front of him: "Xiao Donor Zhang, why are you here this time?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Yanjing's young face, and he said: "The young monk came here today just to discuss Buddhism with the master, and for no other reason."

Hearing this, Xuankong shook his head slightly and said: "Your Dharma is not that of a Buddha. The little donor has fallen into the evil path. There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, and there is no way to turn around."

After hearing what Xuan Kong said, Zhang Yanjin shook his head and said: "Buddha said that all living beings are equal. The Dharma you practice is a Buddha. Why is the Dharma I practice not a Buddha? Could it be that this Buddha is also divided into three, six or nine grades?"

Xuankong clasped his hands together and looked up to the sky: "My Buddha is compassionate and all living beings suffer. Only before the Buddha can all living beings be equal. Without me, how can all living beings be equal?"

Zhang Yanjin sneered and said: "What a fake Buddha. He claims that all living beings are equal, but treats all living beings like ants."

Xuankong said: "Buddha said that all living beings are equal, that means all living beings are equal."

Zhang Yanjin pointed to a Buddha statue facing the temple door and said, "Since we say that all living beings are equal, why is this Buddha statue a mortal body made of clay, while the two Buddhas have golden bodies?"

Xuankong was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said: "Little donor, you are obsessed with the image. Whether it is a mortal body made of clay or a golden body, you are my Buddha."

Zhang Yanjin added: "In that case, let me ask you, there are several children running on the official road, and there is a child washing clothes in the house on the roadside, and the carriage is out of control. I have to choose between the two, who should I choose?"

Xuankong frowned and remained silent for a long time.

The rest of the people who heard this were also thinking in their hearts.

The carriage is driven on an official road, and the house is private. In terms of reason, one should continue to control the carriage and move forward, but in terms of emotion, one is greater than one...

It's really hard to decide.

Liu Yanchang, who was behind the crowd, said with a smile: "Of course I controlled the carriage to crash into a private house to minimize the loss of life."

Yang Chan frowned and said, "But what's wrong with the child who was doing the laundry at home? Why should he bear the karma of others?"

Yang Chan's cold voice spread throughout the crowd in an instant. The crowd fell silent instantly, and then each one whispered: "That's right! What's wrong with that child?"

Xuankong thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Run the carriage into the house and exchange one person for many!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yanjin immediately sneered: "He is indeed a fake Buddha."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and left directly.

However, Xuan Kong's face turned pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled, "Shuzi! How dare you destroy my Buddha's heart."

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