Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 846 Copying the Scriptures

   The three looked at the temple gate with admiration.

   After a while, Xiaolan reacted, "But I didn't feel anything."

   "Me too," Qin Yin helped first, "but I usually don't feel anything, ask Ling, what do you think?"

  Wang Ling shook his head, "No."

   "The three of us didn't feel it," Qin Yin said, "Why, Daoist, is it because you have a deeper skill?"

   Judging from his expression, the Taoist priest was also quite surprised by this result. He closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

  The boys came back, they packed their bags, straightened their posture, and walked towards this lively temple.

  The inside of the temple is also a bustling scene. There are crowds of people and chatter. If they hadn't occasionally seen incense ash flying in the air, they would hardly know whether they were in the temple or in the market.

   "My mother," Qin Yin held Xiaolan's arm tightly, for fear that she would get lost in the crowd, "Didn't you say Buddhism is clean? It's too lively here."

Entering the vermilion gate, you can see a wide small square. The square is covered with gray mud bricks. A huge copper tripod is erected in the center. fly away.

   At the end of the square, there is a majestic hall. The door of the hall is open, and people come and go back and forth, completely unable to feel the solemnity that a temple should have.

   "I found a problem," Luo Jiutian said as he walked, "Why can't you hear the chanting in this temple?"

   Only then did everyone realize that almost all the chaotic sounds around came from the passers-by around, and there was really no sound of chanting.

   "The noise is too loud to be covered," Qin Yin said. "Maybe you can hear it if you walk inside."

   "Baomu, can you hear the sound of chanting?" Luo Jiutian turned his head and asked.

  Baomu shook his head, "I didn't hear either."

   "Baomu didn't hear it, so it should be no," Luo Jiutian said, "A temple, but not reciting scriptures, what's the situation?"

   "Could it be some kind of sidetracking..."

   "Go in and have a look."

   The Taoist priest interrupted everyone's conjecture, followed the flow of people, and led them to the great hall.

   Walking into the hall, everything inside surprised them even more.

  In the main hall, there is no incense table, no candles, no bells and drums, not even the Buddha statues enshrined.

There was only a huge wooden box in it. The wooden box was about half a person's height, and the whole body was carved with delicate patterns. There was a slender gap in the wooden box, and people kept putting something into the wooden box along the gap. .

Xiaolan looked up and saw that most of the people who walked into the hall were holding a folded piece of white paper. Those people walked to the wooden box and put the white paper into the wooden box. After leaving, they were neat and tidy, while others stayed by the wooden box for a while, bowed their heads and closed their eyes and folded their hands together and muttered.

   Qin Yin stopped an aunt who had just cast the blank paper and was about to leave, and asked, "Auntie, what did you throw in?"

  The aunt looked at them curiously, "Aren't you guys in the bridge?"

   "Uh... yes, we are out-of-towners."

   "We heard that Qiaowu Temple is very spiritual, so we came here to pray," Luo Jiutian said, "Auntie, we don't understand the rules here, why is this Qiaowu Temple different from other temples?"

   "Of course it's different," the aunt took them aside and introduced them with a little pride, "The other temples are all fake, only the bridge and no temple are real."

   Everyone looked at each other.

   "What does this mean?"

   "Those gods and Buddhas worshipped in other temples are all feudal superstitions." Auntie waved her hand, and the spit was almost sprayed out. "A bridge or a temple is different, but a bridge or a temple is always responsive."

   Temples that cater to every need?

   "How can you respond to your needs?"

   "Is it so difficult to understand?" Auntie's eyes looked like an idiot, "That is, as long as you make a wish here, your wish will come true."

   Auntie's faint remark frightened a few of them.

   "It can all be achieved?..." Baomu couldn't help laughing and laughing, "This...it's not possible..."

   "What's impossible, you see, so many people come to fulfill their wishes, if they don't come true, what else do we wish for?"

   "Ah, you are here to repay your vows," Xiaolan pointed to the wooden box, "so you cast that blank piece of paper in to repay your vows?"

   "Yes, that is the Ksitigarbha scripture I copied for two nights."

   "The Ksitigarbha scriptures..." Luo Jiutian was completely messed up, "Isn't the scriptures used to pray for blessings, this is the first time I heard that copying the scriptures comes to make a vow."

   "Auntie, can I ask what wish you made?"

  Xiaolan's tone is very polite, with a vulnerable expression of "you don't want to say it, but I will be very sad" on his face.

"It's okay, I can say, this is a happy event, there is nothing I can't say," Auntie happily shared her happy event, "I made a wish that my son can find a good partner, and sure enough, he will marry him at the end of the year. That good girl brought it back haha..."

   The curiosity in everyone's heart disappeared immediately.

   "What does this have to do with the temple, Auntie, your son found a good match because your son is good..." Qin Yin complained.

   "What a bastard, that stinky boy, if it wasn't for his mother and I made a wish for him here, he would be able to find such a good girlfriend? Just dream... I also think that my dead boy is not worthy of other people's daughters..."

  Everyone no longer listened to the aunt's accusation against his own son, and left in despair.

   "I thought there was something special, but it turned out to be a matter of metaphysics and probability," Qin Yin muttered, "There is a way to go in there, and there are other halls inside, I think we can go in directly."

   "This place shouldn't be the kind of place to swindle," said the Taoist priest.

"How did you know?"

   "After all, so many people come to repay their wishes," Luo Jiutian said, "There are always people who make normal wishes."

   "And from what the aunt just said, it seems that there is no money here," Xiaolan said. "Like the hotel proprietress, make a wish for free. If you don't want money, it's not a scam."

   "But I still want to copy the scriptures."

   "Then what's the use of the scriptures they want others to copy? They can't be exchanged for money."

   "I see!" Qin Yin raised his arms suddenly, "Here, we must be able to absorb the spiritual energy of others through the Buddhist scriptures copied by others, conspiracy!"

   "There is no such technique," said the Taoist priest, rejecting Qin Yin's imagination, "The scriptures copied by hand only have the function of praying."

   "That's why, you guys also express your opinion."

   "It's actually very simple," said the Taoist priest. "This temple is doing one thing, and that is to pray for someone by fulfilling other people's wishes and collecting their blessings."

   (end of this chapter)