Pei Miaode saw the stunned expressions on several people's faces, and they didn't look like they were pretending at all.

"Master Pei, please take a look at this thing."

Seeing that Pei Miaode still didn't believe it, Master Chang Mu pondered for a moment, and then took out a lotus seed the size of a longan from his sleeve. It was translucent white and vaguely glowing with Buddha's light.

I saw the old monk slowly let go of his hand, and the lotus seed slowly floated towards Pei Miaode, as if it was spiritual.

Pei Miaode did not catch the lotus seed rashly, but first used his spiritual consciousness to sense it. When he saw that there was nothing unusual, he opened his palm and let it fall into his palm.

The longan-sized lotus seeds don't feel like fruits when held in the hand, but have a warm, round and refreshing touch like jade. When you hold them in front of you, you can smell the fragrance of lotus.

Pei Miaode let out a light sigh and believed 70% of what Master Chang Mu said.

With his spiritual consciousness as a practitioner, he can naturally clearly feel that there is a trace of extremely pure vitality on the lotus seeds. Although it cannot be convinced that it can prolong life, it can be said to strengthen the body and strengthen the body.

There are few heirs, mostly because one of the couple is too weak.

With such a dose of good medicine, it will consolidate the foundation. As long as the sexual intercourse is normal, it will be a matter of time before someone is killed.

There is no need to build the plank road in the open and secretly visit the old warehouse. We are not fools. If it is not to pass on the family line, who would be willing to raise the evil son of a great monk.

"I still have something to puzzle over. I wonder if the abbot can answer my questions."

Believing most of it in his heart, Pei Miaode naturally lost his aggressive attitude.

"Master Pei, you can say it clearly."

The old abbot recited the Buddha's name, but he still looked kind and kind-hearted, and did not feel very impatient.

"According to the abbot's words, the lotus seeds only get 108 seeds every three years, and the average number is only 36 seeds a year. Even if they are distributed to the pilgrims who burn incense and worship Buddha, it is not enough."

This is what Pei Miaode finds strange.

There are only so many lotus seeds in Thousand Buddha Temple. There are hundreds of thousands of pilgrims in one day. On the Bodhisattva's birthday, there are even tens of thousands of pilgrims. No matter how many Buddha lotus seeds there are, they are not enough!

When the old abbot heard this, he smiled with emotion.

"This is easy to talk about. There are so many lotus seeds that no matter how much they are divided, they are not enough for the thousands of pilgrims in this temple. But if they are stewed into water and combined with the white fungus available on the market, they can be made into a soup.

, share it with everyone, and although the effect is not as good as before, you can still get some benefits."

"This temple gets one hundred and eight lotus seeds each time. Except for the eight lotus seeds kept in the temple for emergencies, the remaining two are stewed in soup every seven days, yielding twenty bowls, which are divided among the pilgrims who arrive first to pay homage to the Buddha.

If you do good deeds, everyone can share the meal."

"As long as everything is perfect, there will be some regrets. I just want to do what I can do, and I will be satisfied."

Master Chang Mu recited the Buddha's name, and a light appeared faintly behind his head. Obviously, heaven and earth recognized his merits, but the rest of the world could not see the true Bodhisattva in their mortal bodies.

"It's my presumption. Master Chang Mu is a moral person. Qianfo Temple is certainly not a den of thieves hiding evil and evil. I think there must be another reason behind that case. If there is any trouble in the future, I hope Master

Haihan.”

Pei Miaode finished his official speech as usual, and then, as a fellow believer, he cupped his hands with the old abbot and said with a wry smile.

"It was just an official trivial matter. Now in this Buddhist temple, there are only three burials of the young monk, without the prince's wonderful virtues. The young monk was also entrusted by the master to come to worship Zen Master Guanghua during this trip. I don't know that senior brother Chang Mu

Is it convenient for you to travel?"

"Then secondly..."

"There is no second coming. I just saw that the lotus in the pond was quite different, so I wanted to see it once, so as not to have any regrets."

After hesitating for a moment, Pei Miaode suddenly smiled.

"The Thousand Buddha Temple has opened the door to convenience. Furthermore, if a Buddhist disciple has something to insist on, how can a poor monk have any reason to refuse?"

"Buddha, please come this way."

Seeing that Pei Miaode no longer held the dignity of a prince and had a prestigious official position, monk Chang Mu also showed a smile on his face. Without waiting for the other brothers to stop him, he personally wanted to lead Pei Miaode around the temple.

"Master Lao is here."

Pei Miaode also clasped his hands together and bowed back to the old abbot.

"The Buddhism in the world belongs to the same family, but the Buddha said this a bit out of touch. In the past, my master was full of praise for Senior Wuwu. Whether it was Buddhist insights or martial arts cultivation, Senior was a rare all-rounder in the world. I am afraid he is the only one.

Only old people are qualified to teach Buddhists."

The two of them walked side by side on the road, complimenting each other back and forth.

"Master is so complimentary. In the past, Zen Master Guanghua stood up among the demons and came to the aid of Master. This boldness and great mercy is still something that Master has never forgotten. Master, if you don't mind it, just call me "Three Burials"

, the Buddha will appear to be alive."

Pei Miaode smiled. Master Chang Mu beside him was also a talkative person.

"Hahaha, how old is my senior brother? Since you and I are peers, you might as well call me senior brother."

Chang Mu was also overjoyed, and he didn't realize that the beads he was holding were getting faster.

As he spoke, he unknowingly came to a courtyard filled with tombs.

"This is the Bone Forest, where the monks from this temple are buried."

Seeing Pei Miaode frowning when he heard this, Monk Chang Mu also laughed at himself a little shyly.

"Junior brother also thinks this name is a bit strange, right? Brother Wei also raised objections with master at that time. Isn't it bad to call it Gong De Forest or Buddha Bone Forest? It has to be such a ghastly name."

Monk Chang Mu swallowed his saliva and was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Pei Miaode's murmur.

"It's empty to come and empty to go. Anyway, it's just a stinky bag. Why do you want those golden paints to cover it up? If there is anyone who knows me and understands me, I will know that this is a good ear."

Monk Chang Mu looked like he had seen a ghost.

On the day when the master passed away, only he and a few of his disciples were present. Where did Pei Miaode hear this? Could it be that the reincarnated Buddha really had the ability to reach heaven and visit the underworld?

Unexpectedly, in Pei Miaode's eyes, there was an old monk smiling at him and saying the words he just read.

Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years. On the day he came out of seclusion, he left a shadow on the wall. Zen Master Guanghua was so sincere that he left a warning that has been waiting for him until today.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared like a dreamy bubble.

"Junior brother, your guess is really accurate. This is what Master told the poor monk at that time. However, the poor monk was still a little ignorant at that time and could not understand the deep meaning of Master's words. Only when he got older did he understand Master's state of mind.

, so I don’t plan to change it.”

"You are born and die just like a skin. The Bone Forest sounds friendly, so why bother adding those common names to disturb the tranquility of Buddhism."

Monk Chang Mu is old enough to know that everyone has some little secrets, so he doesn't ask more questions, but changes the topic with emotion.

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Chapter completed!