My Brother-in-law is the Prince

  Chapter 184 This relic is big and round

  Huizhen's temple is the famous Jiming Temple in Nanjing.

  It was built in the first year of Yongkang in the Western Jin Dynasty and has a history of thousands of years. It is one of the oldest Buddhist temples and royal temples in Nanjing, and the incense has always been strong.

  There are a lot of incense here, and Huizhen has a high status in the temple. After all, as a royal temple, Huizhen is also the first group of monks to worship heaven.

   Needless to say, Huizhen was already an eminent monk before Zhu Di died.

  Therefore, when the news of Huizhen's death came out, someone immediately reported it to the Sanglu Division of Honglu Temple, and Yao Guangxiao and other monks were greatly grieved. Hundreds of monks went to the Ming Hall to read the scriptures overnight.

  When the news spread to Nanjing City, many faithful men and women poured into the temple the next day. The Jiming Temple is very solemn, only the occasional bell and the rushing sound of wooden fish.

  There are more and more good men and women coming, and there are also many good people among them.

  Because of the historical rules of Jiming Temple, whenever an eminent monk passes away, there will often be a ceremony of sitting in a vat.

  However, on Qixia's side, someone released the news that after Huizhen passed away, she was directly cremated and her relics were sintered.

  Relic... In the eyes of almost everyone, it is the standard for judging the achievement of a monk's practice.

  At least in this era, this is the case. The vast majority of monks cannot burn relics, naturally because their rank is too low.

  Ordinary monks actually don’t have such troubles, but...the eminent monks are different.

  Because an eminent monk is not an ordinary monk, he is the signboard of the temple. If an eminent monk has attained the Tao, he has countless disciples and is admired by thousands of people during his lifetime, but he cannot burn relics after his death. This is a bit embarrassing.

  It can be said that burning relics is a big test for every eminent monk at the end of his life.

The common people have always been the most realistic, they only believe in real things, they have added so much sesame oil money to you, and you can't even burn the relics, although everyone is not like a reckless fan, running to say RNM, quit Money, but in my heart, after all, there is still some tension.

  Going up and down in the temple, some people were mourning, while others were uncertain and flustered.

  In fact, the best way to deal with it is to find a way to let Huizhen sit in the vat, and then consider the matter of sintering relics after a few years.

   But the problem now is that Huizhen is a very controversial person. He is an eminent monk who was canonized by the royal family, but many people don't recognize him, thinking that he is helping the evildoers. How could this be the eminent monk's doing?

  Although most of the questioners are scholars, they are not in the same group as the real faithful men and women, but blindly avoiding them is not the answer.

  Furthermore, there is only a lot of sesame oil money for scholars!

  Yao Guangxiao had to think about this business.

  Yao Guangxiao read scriptures all night.

When I arrived at the side hall, I saw Zhang Anshi with an elated look on his face, and he was telling the monks, "Zhan Master Huizhen is really an eminent monk. Ordinary people would die in one day after taking my medicine, but he endured it for two days. In the dark, there is indeed the blessing of the Buddha, so hurry up and prepare, where is Qiusong, where is Qiusong...why hasn't the stove been transported up the mountain yet?"

  Yao Guangxiao put his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

Zhang Anshi stepped forward and said: "Master Yao, hello, there is no need to delay, I have made up my mind, let's burn out the relics as soon as possible today, so as not to have long nights and dreams. You know that I am very busy. If Your Majesty knows that I am in I don't do my job properly, and I don't know how to scold me. Hurry up and burn it, after the burning is over, everyone will be at ease."

  Yao Guangxiao said sadly: "The benefactor...why are you in such a hurry?"

   "Can I not be in a hurry?" Zhang Anshi said confidently: "It's already here, and Master Yao doesn't want your master Zen Master Huizhen to be disappointed."

  Yao Guangxiao showed some worry and said: "The poor monk is still worried, what should I do if I can't burn it?"

  He sighed, but he can't be blamed for it, it's really too mysterious.

  Personally speaking, Yao Guangxiao was also very worried. After all, he and his master followed Zhu Dijingnan back then. Even though it was in the name of Fengtian Jingnan, all fools knew that this was a rebellion, and how many innocent lives were lost.

  Yao Guangxiao felt that Huizhen was himself in the mirror. If Huizhen couldn’t burn the relics, he probably couldn’t burn them either. He didn’t have so many merits, you understand?

Prince Zhang An also saw Yao Guangxiao's uneasiness, so he comforted him: "Master Yao, don't worry, I'm here. I'll do the math today, and it's a good day. On October 29th, it's a good time to close accounts, meet relatives and friends, and pay money. , Clothes removal, tailoring, encoffining, and ready-made clothes, you see, it is appropriate to collect money, isn’t this because we want to get rich?”

  Yao Guangxiao: "..."

  Zhang Anshi looked at him sincerely and said, "Master Yao doesn't believe me?"

   "The poor monk doesn't lie." Yao Guangxiao said: "At the beginning, the poor monk just wanted you to take the blame."

   It’s just a scapegoat, I never thought of trusting you, who knew you, Zhang Anshi, were so serious.

Zhang Anshi didn't take it seriously, and said: "It's okay, I'm used to it, my brother-in-law always says I'm honest, and I'm cheated when I go out, I'm used to it. But right now, it's important for us to burn the relics, Master Yao...don't worry, I Baushery's, if I don't do it, I will lose money."

  Yao Guangxiao couldn't laugh or cry, he felt as if he had led a wolf into the house.

  But he didn't expect Zhang Anshi to say: "Again, what if the relic is released?"

"This…"

  Zhang Anshi said: "After the relics are released, we will have to add two to one to five for the sesame oil money in this temple in the future, which is divided in half."

  Yao Guangxiao couldn't hold back all of a sudden, immediately sullen his face, and said angrily: "Zhang Anshi, you even paid for the Buddha's sesame oil..."

Zhang Anshi hurriedly said: "This is clearly about the oil money of you monks, and you have to talk about the Buddha. Master Yao, listen to me, I guarantee compensation, I can't burn it... I will build another temple in Qixia for you , twice as big as this..."

  Yao Guangxiao really didn't want to talk about this when his master passed away.

  But when Zhang Anshi said this, he was slightly moved, paused for a while, and then said: "Let's write a document!"

  Zhang Anshi rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, okay, take the pen and ink."

  Yao Guangxiao obviously has little confidence in the merits of Zen Master Huizhen.

  After all...he learned the Dharma from Zen Master Huizhen. It can be said that what kind of virtue he is, what kind of virtue Huizhen has...so can the relics be burned? This doesn't make sense!

  Since this is the case, I have to make another meritorious deed for the Buddha, so that I can earn a temple.

  He has already thought of the name of the temple, it is called Huguo Temple, or Daoyan Temple.

  At the moment, the two made a written statement.

  Zhang Anshi said cheerfully: "Since that's the case, can I burn it?"

   "You burn it, you burn it." Yao Guangxiao said: "Amitabha, when the master passed away, he cut meat and fed it to the eagle, but at last he also did a good deed... Amitabha."

  Zhang Anshi said with a heartbeat: "You said... Is there a distinction between high and low relics?"

  Yao Guangxiao raised his eyebrows, and said vigilantly: "What does the benefactor mean?"

  Zhang Anshidao: "I mean...this relic..."

   "Of course there is. The relic has a size. The bigger the relic, the bigger the practice."

   "What about the color?"

   "You mean appearance?"

   "Yes, the condition..."

   "Of course there are differences in appearance, of course... it depends on the actual situation."

  Zhang An Shizhi was full of pride: "Okay, if we want to burn, we will burn the best."

  Yao Guangxiao: "..."

  When Zhang Anshi came out of the hall, he saw that outside the hall, there were crowds of people. The monks came out in full force, doing religious ceremonies. Suddenly, cigarettes were lingering, and it was very lively.

  Zhang Anshi felt the power of believers in this era.

   I sighed in my heart, the times, that’s it, people always need some spiritual comfort.

  Zhang Anshi had no choice but to find a way to spend some sesame oil money with tears in his eyes, pool the funds, and do big things.

   Qiusong's stove has finally arrived.

  More than a dozen carts disassembled the stove and sent it to the apse for assembly.

This is a small blast furnace, which was improved by Zhang Anshi according to the situation of this era. Compared with the ordinary furnaces of this era, this small blast furnace is characterized by high temperature, and can quickly generate high temperature through the action of catalysts and blowing bladders. Can greatly improve the level of smelting.

  Originally, Zhang Anshi planned to build a steel workshop, so he created such a small blast furnace.

   It's just that many parts of this small blast furnace have not been perfected. Zhang Anshi hopes to improve it a bit and greatly improve the smelting level before putting it into production.

   But who knows, it will come in handy right now.

   Although this small blast furnace is not perfect, there are various problems, but it is enough to burn relics.

  Zhang Anshi gave Qiu Song some instructions, Qiu Song thought for a while and said, "I know, brother... just leave the matter of fire to me."

  Zhang Anshi said very seriously: "Very good, work hard to create a miracle, just heat up the blast furnace for me. I'll leave it to you here, and burn it to death for me."

  Qiu Song didn't say a word of nonsense, so he responded immediately.

   On the other side, after the monks performed rituals again and again, Huizhen's body was brought in.

  Zhang Anshi couldn't bear to watch such a scene, so he ran to the front hall in a hurry.

  In the temple, the melodious bell sounded soon.

   Not long after, a monk came out and said: "The auspicious time has come, Zen Master Huizhen is cremated..."

  As soon as these words came out, many faithful men and women were a little surprised.

  You must know that in the past, when monks passed away, they would sit cross-legged and bury them in pottery jars, and fill charcoal, firewood and other items around the body, seal it and put it outside for seven days.

   Seven days later, people dug out a pre-reserved small hole under the pottery jar, ignited the firewood and charcoal in the jar, and cremated the body.

  But now, before the seven-day deadline, are you rushing to cremate?

There are many good people among them, and a few scholars in shawls and Confucian shirts mixed in the crowd, and said in a low voice: "I don't know why they are so impatient. From my point of view... they also know that Huizhen... must not It has become a positive result, so burn it quickly, so as not to attract everyone's discussion."

   "Yeah, if we wait seven days, there will be a lot of discussions. How can this Huizhen have any practice? Although Yao Guangxiao instigated Jing Nan at the beginning, this Huizhen... I am afraid that she has contributed a lot."

   The scholars were chattering, chatting in full swing.

  This is actually understandable. Although the court has repeatedly stated the legitimacy of Jing Nan, no one believes these things among the people and even among the scholars.

  The dense crowd of faithful men and women were even more reluctant to disperse.

  They don't think as much as scholars. They only know that a monk has passed away, and they come to the temple to observe the ceremony, so that the Bodhisattva can protect them more.

   "I'm afraid that the relics will not be sintered by then... that would be ridiculous."

   "If he can't sinter it, it means that he has not achieved a positive result. This is a Zen master conferred by His Majesty. If he has not achieved a positive result, doesn't it prove that he has been helping the evildoers on weekdays. The so-called reincarnation of heaven and law is not good for retribution?"

  Hearing that Huizhen was cremated immediately, there were more and more people in the temple, and it was overcrowded.

   Many scholars came to watch the excitement.

  Many people just rush to read jokes. Even scholars believe in the truth that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil.

  So...everyone is looking forward to it.

   But these people did not include Yao Guangxiao. He kept frowning, looking worried, because he found that the situation was a little out of control.

  At the moment, he said to Zhang Anshi in the side hall: "Master Zhang, now there are many pilgrims and scholars here, hey...do evil, do evil."

  Zhang Anshi said with relief: "Master Yao, aren't you always calm on weekdays? Take it easy and don't be impatient, trust me, there is nothing to worry about!"

  Yao Guangxiao sat down slowly tiredly, and then sighed quietly: "To be a human being, you must have a conscience, let alone a monk? After all, the one who is ridiculed by thousands of people is the master of the poor monk. How can I bear it?"

   Zhang Anshi saw that Yao Guangxiao's mood was getting more and more depressed, so he changed the subject and said, "What happened to Kongkong in the temple?"

  Yao Guangxiao said: "He is very peaceful now."

  Zhang Anshi couldn't help but sighed: "Man, after going through a big change, it is not easy to be able to do what he is like."

  Yao Guangxiao nodded: "He is not a good emperor, but he is a good monk."

   After speaking, the two drank tea separately, but they seemed a little embarrassed for a while.

  At this moment, a little novice came in a hurry and said, "Master, Marquis Annan, the fire has already started."

  Zhang Anshi nodded, and suddenly said to Yao Guangxiao: "Now how much is the annual incense money in this temple?"

   "What do you want to do?" Yao Guangxiao looked straight at him, with obvious vigilance in his eyes.

  Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "Ask, just ask casually."

  Yao Guangxiao said: "Actually, not much."

   "But you have saved hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in the bank. Not only that, you also buy a lot of land every year."

  Yao Guangxiao only said: "Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha."

Zhang Anshi did not intend to let him go, and continued: "Let's not talk about real money, just buying a large amount of land is a huge amount of expenses every year. The property of this temple is amazing...Those people...are really as generous as me , are you willing to give so much money for sesame oil?"

  Yao Guangxiao closed his eyes slightly, and continued to chant: "Amitabha, good, good."

Zhang Anshi continued to say self-servingly: "I think about it carefully... If one day, I can get half of the shares of this temple, I will increase revenue and reduce expenditure. It’s useless to chant sutras too much.”

"Besides... the real estate of this temple has to be repackaged. The income from renting and planting the land alone is too low after all. Also, since it is a temple, it must adopt a simple and simple style. Don't build a treasure hall at every turn. Paint with gold paint, the Buddha is in our hearts..."

  Yao Guangxiao remains unmoved, don't see what is wrong, don't listen to what is wrong.

Zhang Anshi didn't seem to care that Yao Guangxiao didn't respond to his words at all, and continued: "Also, it's not good to just ask for sesame oil and money. You need to create an IP, do you know about the IP? You need to feed some guys who are full and only chant sutras every day. Form one monk after another, go to Annam, Champa, Siam, where there are many believers in Buddhism, we want to develop business, this is called open source.”

As he said that, Zhang Anshi sighed: "We must also encourage good men and women to deposit money in the bank, especially in Annan. The new bank has just opened, and the people in Annan are suffering too much. What I need is psychological comfort... I have to tell them that the Buddha does not see Adu objects, but if I deposit this Adu objects, that is, gold and silver, into the bank and exchange them for gold and silver notes in my bank, then it will be fine."

  Yao Guangxiao has a surprisingly good temper today, and he still doesn't say a word.

   More than two hours have passed.

  At this time, another little novice came in a hurry and said, "Master, Marquis Annan, the furnace is on."

  After hearing this, Yao Guangxiao stood up immediately, he couldn't stand Zhang Anshi's endless rambling anymore.

  At the moment, he got up quickly and said, "Okay, let's go to open the furnace."

  Generally, when the furnace is opened, it is witnessed by the monks and important believers in many temples.

  So all the monks in the temple gathered in the Daxiong Hall, and the sound of wooden fish came and went.

   Immediately, another person carried the big vat, which had already been burnt black. Usually cremation is done with firewood, but this time, Zhang Anshi used a blast furnace with extremely high temperature, which can reach 2,000 degrees.

  After the burning is over, someone will take the big vat out of the blast furnace.

   At this time, many people have already gathered here, looking forward to it.

  Dozens of monks, dozens of pilgrims, surrounded the tank at this time, each with a dignified expression.

Yao Guangxiao and Zhang Anshi arrived, and one of the pilgrims was named Zhang Mingshun. The Zhang family was a big family in Nanjing, and they paid a lot of money for the sesame oil in the temple on weekdays, so they invited the Zhang family to open the vat. The son will do it for him.

  This is Zhang Shun, a scholar. Although he doesn't have any fame, he doesn't take it seriously. He mutters in a low voice, he is afraid that it has been burned to ashes, and there must be no relics.

  When he saw Yao Guangxiao and Zhang Anshi coming, although he didn't dare to make a sound, he sneered in his heart. Huizhen and these people ... colluded together, how could it be successful?

  He was already thinking about how to tell his relatives and friends the results of his testimony when he went back later.

  Yao Guangxiao's face was solemn, his heart was in his throat, and many fine beads of sweat silently oozed from his forehead.

   "Open the tank."

   Yao Guang is filial.

"Yes."

   With a sound, the monks smashed the vat without any hesitation.

   Once the vat was broken, the bottom of the vat was black and covered with a layer of ashes.

  The combustion is very full, basically turning into ash.

  Zhang Anshi was very pleased.

only…

  In this thick layer of ash accumulated...but I don't know if there is any relic in it...

  Seeing this, Zhang Shun smiled slightly, and couldn't help but feel joking.

  Some other pilgrims also opened their eyes wide. After all, they gave the temple so much money for sesame oil on weekdays. If the eminent monks here don’t get a positive result, it is inevitable that some fans of the national football team will be frustrated.

  Yao Guangxiao naturally saw the expressions of everyone, but there was no way out at this time.

  He showed exhaustion and nervousness, took a deep breath, and continued: "Take the relic!"

"Yes."

  I saw a monk squatting down, and began to carefully dig through the ashes.

   Suddenly... the monk who stretched his hand into the ashes suddenly froze and remained motionless.

   "What's wrong?" Yao Guangxiao nervously asked

   "Master...Master..." The monk's hand was still in the ashes, but his expression was very strange.

   Then, his hand began to tremble... Then, he stretched out his other hand, and then, he carefully held a ball the size of a fist with both hands.

   All of a sudden...

  The hall suddenly fell silent.

  Yao Guangxiao's pupils constricted.

   What the **** is this?

  The pilgrims were all dumbfounded, their bodies trembling slightly.

  The monk holding the relic was also shocked, his hands trembling.

  A dozen or so other monks, like crazy, suddenly knelt down, put their hands together, and kept chanting: "Amitabha, Amitabha."

   I have to say, the thing in this monk's hand...is too big.

  Relics are most likely unobtainable, but most of them, even if relics are burnt, are actually no more than the size of a finger.

  If it is bigger, it will almost have to build a pagoda to worship it, and it will become the treasure of the town temple.

   And the thing in front of him is already surprisingly big.

  It is as big as a fist, is it a relic?

   "Master...Master..."

  Yao Guangxiao's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stood stiffly in place, motionless. His pupils kept constricting, and he seemed to have lost his breath.

  Even Zhang Shun was shocked, this is what he saw with his own eyes, what he saw with his own eyes...

  He looked at the relic in the monk's hand in disbelief, without saying a word, but his eyes seemed to burst out.

   Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the monk carefully began to remove the dust from the relic.

   Immediately...a color is revealed.

   is bright red.

   Then, people discovered that Zhanlan...

  There is black.

  There is green.

  Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Blue Purple…

  Seven colorful colors, shining brightly.

  Yao Guangxiao only heard that there was an eminent monk who burned colorful relics.

   As for the colorful, it is simply unimaginable.

   "Master...Master..." The monk holding the relic trembled violently.

  Yao Guangxiao suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly, there was a cry.

   "Master...you have become a Buddha." All of a sudden, Yao Guangxiao fell to the ground and knelt down, saying in his mouth: "Cultivated into a great righteous fruit... This is a true Buddha."

  That Zhang Shun also never disdained, and became devout in an instant.

  The other pilgrims wept one by one, bowed down one after another, and muttered words in their mouths.

Yao Guangxiao danced with excitement, stood up again, and finally took the relic carefully, saying: "This kind of relic has never existed in ancient times, and the virtuous monks in all dynasties are not as good as Zen Master Huizhen... ah... you have become a Buddha... you have become a Buddha." what…"

  Yao Guangxiao is a person who is used to seeing big scenes, but he is always as calm as Yao Guangxiao, and at this moment he is also crazy.

   "Hurry up, hurry up, ring the bell, hurry up and ring the bell..." Yao Guangxiao said sharply, "Take the treasure plate, and send this relic to the Great Hall of Great Heroes for worship by good men and women."

   "Yes, yes..." The monk wept with joy and left in a hurry.

   "Haha...haha..." Yao Guangxiao was ecstatic.

   Huizhen is him in the mirror, Master Huizhen can have such a relic, then he...

  It seems... the poor monk did the right thing, did the right thing.

  This is actually understandable. Although it is difficult for Jing to succeed, people at that time disdain Yao Guangxiao's behavior.

   Among them, Yao Guangxiao was hit the hardest when he went to his hometown to see his sister after Jing Nan succeeded, but his sister didn’t see her behind closed doors, so Yao Guangxiao had to visit his old friend Wang Bin. Wang Bin didn't want to see each other either, so he just let someone pass the word: "The monk is wrong, the monk is wrong."

  Few people in the world are willing to understand him, and they all think that he has brought disaster to the world.

  But now... Huizhen followed Jing Nan. Although she didn't have such achievements, Huizhen burned such a good relic.

   What a great merit this is, and what is this merit? Isn't it just Feng Tianjing's difficulty?

   Zhang Anshi watched the reactions of the crowd and wanted to laugh.

  The so-called relics are actually just stones. Which monk has severe stones, after cremation, the relics will be more powerful!

  But people in this era don't understand this, but think it is a proof of practice.

   Zhang Anshi was able to burn such an unprecedented large relic because he had two methods. One was to put the medicine on the monk Huizhen before he died, and the other was to use the high temperature of the small blast furnace.

  In fact, the principle of formation is not complicated. The main components of human bones are calcium oxide, phosphorus oxide and some organic substances. When the bones are cremated, the organic matter will first be carbonized and gradually decomposed completely, and all the carbon elements inside will be oxidized into carbon dioxide, and the bones will become ashes at this time.

  The main component of cremated ashes is calcium hydroxyphosphate. If the incineration continues and the temperature is further increased, the ashes will begin to melt, and calcium hydroxyphosphate will be decomposed into tricalcium phosphate. Continue heating to about 1700°C, tricalcium phosphate will completely melt, and after cooling, it will form a hard ball with glassy luster. If different elements are doped in it, it will form glassy crystals of different colors, that is, relic. son!

  So, as long as the temperature is high enough, the relic will be bigger.

  On the other hand, Zhang Anshi's so-called medicine is for adding color, the more elements added, the more color will naturally be.

  In later generations, there was someone who applied for a patent, that is, the patent of "Making Relics from Chicken Bones".

  This thing... Zhang Anshi can even mass-produce it.

  Of course... Be careful, it's almost enough.

   At this time, Yao Guangxiao suddenly realized something, and hurriedly said: "Send someone, send someone, immediately enter the palace to announce the good news, go to the palace to announce the good news... If your majesty knows, you will be very happy, haha...haha..."

  Seeing Yao Guangxiao dancing and dancing, monks chanting scriptures, and devout believers chanting, Zhang Anshi grinned happily.

   I'm going to get rich.

  (end of this chapter)