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- Huang Yanzhi said that it was impossible for the monk Kong to come. After all, the monk had already wandered away and would not lie.
However, seeing that the temple was about to open, Fakong really didn't come, so he still couldn't hide his disappointment.
Everyone donated to build this Zizhao Temple to express their gratitude to the Fakong monk, but they also had the idea of ??seeing the Fakong monk again with this Zizhao Temple.
It's like building a nest in Jianmu. If you get a golden habitat, you will attract a phoenix.
It's a pity, now it seems that the monk Fakong didn't come, Huang Yanzhi sighed secretly in his heart.
Zhou Hanxu naturally understood what his old friend was thinking, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Open the temple!"
He turned around and slowly pushed the shiny rich door away.
In the process of pushing, under the bright sunshine, the red paint of Zhumen gleamed, shining in the eyes of everyone.
"Open the temple¡ª!" Everyone shouted loudly.
They cheered.
Some people donate money, which is simply an expression of gratitude, because their relatives or themselves survived a desperate situation.
Some donated silver to express their admiration.
Some donated silver to attract Fakong monk.
Regardless of whether the Fakong monk comes or not, if the Zizhao Temple is completed, it is possible to attract the Fakong monk.
Even if you are disappointed, you are also high-spirited.
The gate was opened, and people stepped into the gate one after another, lining up to offer incense in the Daxiong Hall.
The old man with a pot belly in the head, short, fat, and ugly, but rich in clothes, jade belts, and jewels, is Fu Yongming who donated the most money this time.
Later, according to the amount of money donated, they lined up in order in an orderly manner.
This is the customary rule, and everyone obeys it invisibly.
As for who donated how much silver, there is a stone tablet outside, which is written clearly and plainly.
January of the third year of Yongxuan.
All the sages in Jingchuan admired Fakong's divine monk's Buddhist supernatural powers, donated to build Zizhao Temple and Zizhao Peak, and thanked Master for helping all sentient beings with Buddhism.
Fu Yongming, a good man, donated 100,000 taels of silver.
Jing Zhaoxing, a benevolent man, donated 10,000 taels of silver
Fu Yongming, who was dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, staggered and moved slowly. He took the incense handed by Huang Yanzhi, came to the steps of the Daxiong Palace, and handed three thick sandalwood sticks to Zhou Hanxu.
Zhou Hanxu held up a candle and lit three sandalwood sticks.
Fu Yongming reverently raised the three sandalwood sticks to the top of his head, bowed three times, then inserted them into the incense burner, then knelt down on the futon under the incense burner, knocked his head nine times, and there was a bang.
He knelt on the futon, clasped his palms together, stared devoutly at the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Hall, and murmured.
Zhou Hanxu and Huang Yanzhi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.
This old pay, bad luck wow.
When they distributed the rejuvenation spell, Lao Fu was outside, not in Jingchuan City, and missed the hour.
Even so, they still gave Lao Fu's family a rejuvenation spell, and they will use it when Lao Fu returns.
After Lao Fu came back, the monk Fakong had already left.
? Even if I missed the blessing ceremony of Fakong Divine Monk, I failed to receive the Rejuvenation Mantra to cure terminal illness.
But he enshrined the rejuvenation mantra talisman paper, and he had to recite the rejuvenation mantra ninety-nine times a day, and it turned out to be effective.
Therefore, Lao Fu was really devout and fanatical to the Fakong monk, and he donated so much silver.
Although the queue at the back was long, there was no one urging Fu Yongming.
Everyone knows his bad luck.
It was only one step away, and it perfectly missed the Fakong monk, and missed the blessing ceremony this time.
Otherwise, now that Fu Yongming has no terminal illness, he won't have only one year to live.
Wealth can rival a city, but there is only one year to live.
Under such circumstances, Fu Yongming's actions were not as gentle as before, and gradually became more aggressive.
People can understand this feeling.
If it were me, I would go crazy too.
Fu Yongming closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to stand up, but Zhou Hanxu stretched out his hand to help him stand up.
He comforted: "Old Fu, don't worry, the monk's rejuvenation charm paper is not effective."
Fu Yongming squeezed out a wry smile on his ugly face, and nodded: "It's just that I hate not being able to meet the monk, it may be my fate."
He shook his head: "This old man is kind and generous. Is it a debt from the previous life?"
He then said: "The face of this Buddha is the Fakong monk, right?"
&nbs??.
Looking at the still bright flowers, a smile appeared on his ugly face.
Just at this moment, a stream of warm nectar poured down on his head, pouring into his body instantly.
He looked dazed and in a trance, wondering where he was and whether he had returned to his mother's womb.
After waking up, he found that his body riddled with holes had been repaired, as if he had returned to the age of thirty in an instant, and found the feeling of being strong.
He looked up at the sky, looking for the place where the nectar fell, and a golden light was faintly visible in the sky.
Cheers came from the front yard, one after another, and then shouts of "Thank you, monk" and "Thank you, monk".
His eyes were suddenly attracted by the flower garden.
Looking straight at the flowerbed.
But seeing that all the flowers in the flowerbed are in full bloom, even the flowers that have been plucked by themselves have returned to their blooming appearance.
A hundred flowers bloom together, competing for splendor.
His heart was filled with shock.
Even after hearing people say how miraculous the situation was at that time, all the people who held the red amulets in the city were healed without any medicine.
But hearing is delusion, seeing is believing. What you hear is never as powerful as what you see with your own eyes.
The abnormality of his own body and the abnormality of the garden full of flowers blooming in front of him gave him a strong shock.
He came to the front of the Daxiong Hall with vigorous steps, and saw that the temple was already full of people, and people no longer lined up and squeezed in directly.
People knelt down on the ground one after another, regardless of whether there were futons or not, and kowtowed to the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Hall.
The scene was extremely frenzied for a moment.
He walked through the crowd with difficulty, came to Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu who were on the steps, clasped his fists and said, "Old Huang Lao Zhou, is the divine monk here?"
The two shook their heads.
"The monk didn't come? Then?" He pointed to himself, and then to the people kneeling on the ground: "Why did you use the Rejuvenation Curse to save us?"
Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu pointed to the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Hall.
I saw that the Buddha statue was exuding a hazy golden light.
In particular, the vertical pupils between the brows are extraordinarily bright and eye-catching.
Zhou Hanxu said: "The god monk has already blessed the rejuvenation mantra on this Buddha statue. Once all sentient beings have enough vows, the rejuvenation mantra can be activated. All sentient beings within the Zizhao Temple will receive the rejuvenation mantraonce a month."
"Look, look!" Someone exclaimed outside the temple. ( - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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