The pilgrims put the melon and fruit cakes on the offering table, ordered incense and worshipped the Buddha, and then put the incense into the incense burner outside the hall, and then they went into the hall to add sesame oil money.
At this time, someone came to one side and asked the middle-aged monk, "master, how did this Hanshan Temple disappear before? I haven't seen the way up the mountain in the past three years. Why did it appear again recently? "
The other people listened. Because of Tang Ning's previous explanation, the middle-aged monk also told them that Hanshan Temple would not appear before people because it was cast by a rattan demon. Actually, Hanshan Temple was always here until the Buddha appeared the night before yesterday. A Tang master came to kill the rattan demon and saved the people, so that Hanshan temple could be seen again.
Simple words, but not simple things, the pilgrims were shocked, did not expect that it was such things that made Hanshan Temple disappear for three years.
For a moment, a pilgrim asked again, "who is that Tangshi? How can you get rid of the rattan demon? "
"That one is Tang Shi." The middle-aged monk looked at Downing. Because he was told that he could no longer be called the Holy Buddha, he was honored as Tang Shi.
The crowd followed his eyes and were surprised when they fell on the little monk.
Tang Shi is so young?
Is this little monk Tang Shi? Doesn't it look like you're about 15? Such a small monk, can get rid of the rattan demon of 500 years?
For a moment, people were suspicious, but they didn't say anything.
"Dare you ask Master, is the character at the gate of the temple written by master Tang?" Asked the old man.
"Exactly." The middle-aged monk held his hands together.
Hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed slightly. He came to the Buddha again and asked for a sign. He took the bamboo stick that he had shaken out and went to the place where he untied it: "I've met master Tang."
"Amitabha, please sit down, benefactor." Tang Ning said with a smile and asked the old man in front of him to sit down.
"Master Tang, I asked for an autograph, and I asked him to help me with it." He handed over the bamboo stick.
Tang Ning looked at the bamboo stick he handed over and said, "thirty seven, sign next." After that, take the 37th signature from the paper behind you.
At this time, the old man's face had changed slightly because he had heard that thirty-seven signatures were the next. Pray for peace of mind, also want to ask for a good intention, a sign, how to make people happy?
After a look at the signature, Tang Ning read in a slow voice: "the wind is cold, the Yangtze River is still, the fishing boat is bright in the moon, a lone goose is passing by, and the passengers become sad." After a pause, he said, "this is Xiang Yu's suicide in Wujiang River. I don't know what the benefactor is asking for?"
Listening to the autograph, the old man's face could be said to be very ugly. Especially, there were some pilgrims listening to the autograph. He took a deep breath and breathed out slowly. Then he said, "I beg for the safety of my home. Can you ask Master Tang how to keep it safe?"
Hearing this, Tang Ning took a look at him and gave a slight smile: "if you have nothing to do, you don't have to go out for fear of disaster. Instead, you should be cautious in your words and deeds, and do more good deeds. If you are lucky, you will find peace."
Listening to this, the old man was shocked. He was really ready to go on a long journey, and he had already arranged for him to leave after he returned home. Now, after listening to Tang Shi's words, he got up immediately and bowed respectfully to him.
"Thank you, Mr. Tang, for your advice." But if he doesn't go out, will he be safe?