Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 685: Shangyuan Dafa Conference

The Shangyuan Festival is here.

For the emperor ’s relatives and senior officials, the daytime is the busiest time for them, because they are going to the palace and to attend the tedious banquet party, but for common people, the Shangyuan Festival is actually just a night , From the night of the 15th day of the first month to the 16th day of the first month, until dawn.

Carnival night is the true meaning of Shangyuan.

But this year on the Yuan Festival, they also have a good place during the day: Baima Temple!

Almost every Luoyang person knows that this day Luoyang Baima Temple will hold a grand meeting, an unprecedented grand meeting. So early in the morning, some people rushed to Baima Temple. At that time, Chinese and foreign envoys, relatives and senior officials were concentrating in the magnificent Vientiane Shrine to celebrate the feast with their majesty.

When Yang Fan rushed to Baima Temple, Baima Temple has become a sea of ​​people, and the long street far away from Baima Temple has been standing shoulder to shoulder and waving like a cloud. Both sides of the road are full of small business hawkers, happily peddling business. Today's business is really good.

Before reaching the gate of Baima Temple, Yang Fan saw a giant portrait. It was a red Maitreya portrait. The entire canvas looked twenty feet tall. The stuff from Xue Huaiyi would always be Be bigger and more pretentious than others.

Suddenly, Yang Fan heard a loud voice in the crowd shouting: "Look, look, did you see? The portrait of the giant Buddha, I heard that Master Huaiyi cut his knee and used him I painted my own blood to show my piety to the Buddha. "

After listening to Yang Fan, he turned his head to look at him and scolded in his heart: "It's just farting! It's like shining a cow's blood, it's impossible to draw such a large portrait. Who is rumoring ? "

"It's just fart!"

Yang Fan just think about it, someone in the crowd has refuted loudly and sneered loudly at the speaker.

The person who just spoke blushed and defended roughly: "It ’s true. It ’s not what I said, it was said by the monk of Baima Temple. I do n’t believe you went to the door and they looked!"

"Is the person at Baima Temple saying? That is Master Xue's instruction. If it is Master Xue's instruction .... Then such a rich imagination. It really looks like Master Xue's style!"

Yang Fan thought, no longer glaring at the whisperer.

Cross to the White Horse Temple. The crowd was more crowded, men and women, old and young, thieves rubbed like fish in the crowd, up and down. Happy harvest.

The "squeezing fairy" pimps followed the elder girl and the younger daughter-in-law. Some people fingered and told people to look at it. With the swing of the arm, they rubbed the woman's arm and chest. Some people thought it was not big. His belly is tall, trying to use his lower body to rub the buttocks of others.

The child is held in the arms of his parents, and the older one is held in his hand. Jumping impatiently, he wanted to see the huge Buddha statue clearly over the head. The traffickers followed him step by step, hoping that their parents would be careless. Will leave the child aside.

Begging looked at people who were generous, good-looking and kind, and blocked their money to ask for money. The sympathetic gaze that Yang Fan showed from time to time made them feel that this was an ideal guest, but they never thought about it. Half a step closer to Yang Fan, because there are seven or eight differently dressed men around Yang Fan, squeezing out anyone trying to get close to Yang Fan.

Along the gable of Baima Temple, there are many colored lights inside and out. There are colored ropes drawn between the lights. There are many crossword puzzles hanging on the colored ropes. If you guess the correct answer, you will go to the monk Receive the award there, maybe when a crowd of gold coins will flash over the crowd, and it will rain like rain ...

This is a trick made by Xue Huaiyi to imitate Wu Zetian. If not, how can White Horse Temple gather as many common people as this. The copper money fell to the ground, regardless of whether men and women stooped down to pick it up. This was the happiest time for the "crowded fairy" gangsters, and they touched the round and big ass, and then bent down quickly to pick up the money, without delay.

There is also a slow-sliding splashy skin grabbed by a sturdy old lady, slaps her face like raindrops, and the other feels soft, soft and flexible Jia, with an endless aftertaste, suddenly saw the pretty lady in her mind turning back, a pockmarked face scared him to scream.

Yang Fan squeezed in the crowd, could not be too fast, had to go forward with the flow of people, looking at this lively crowd funny all the way.

Finally squeezed to the entrance of Baima Temple, there is a monk at the left and right of the entrance of Baima Temple preaching sermons.

In these days, it was common for monks to use some grand festivals to publicly announce Buddhist scriptures and develop believers in a public manner like running rivers and lakes, and they were not talking about boring theories and unintelligible. Esoteric scriptures, but some vivid and interesting Buddhist stories.

The big monk on the left side of the mountain gate is the monk Hongyuan who is a close abbot of the real abbot Master Sanshan of Baima Temple. The monk figure is burly and has a loud voice. Absolutely not. Compared with him, Hongliu, the proud disciple of Master Huaiyi, who stood on the right side of the mountain gate, was much inferior.

Hong Liu ’s voice was completely hoarse because of his voice compared with Hong Yuan ’s. He repeated his hoarsely as he repeated the legendary story of Master Huai Yi piercing his knee and painting Buddha statues with blood. Go on, but there are far more "believers" beside him than Hongyuan Monk.

Because "believers" have found that the frequency of spilling copper coins is the highest here.

"Hongqi, Hongqi, you wo n’t do it for a while ..."

Yang Fan saw Hong Liu ’s busy appearance, and wanted to go directly to the mountain gate, not to disturb Brother Liu ’s business of promoting Dharma, but he only stood for a moment, and Hong Liu saw him. Hong Liu was like eating salt. It seemed that he shouted his younger brother to the stage with a hoarse voice, and no one moved. Then he jumped down and squeezed the crowd towards Yang Fan.

"Seventeen ... cough ... Brother, you are here!"

"Six Brothers!"

Yang Fan waved his hand to stop the movement that his intention was to block, and greeted him actively: "Haha, it's so lively here!"

"That is! Master is holding a meeting today, the whole Luoyang city is sensational. When the emperor comes, there are thousands of monks ... cough cough cough ..."

Hong Liu ’s voice is like a broken old string, and the trembling sound makes it hard to hear what he is talking about.

"Six Brothers, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Hong Liu waved his hand. He rushed to the roadside stand and picked up two frozen pears.

"Master, you didn't give money!"

"Give a fart money! The copper money that I just scattered all over the world dropped several pieces on your chopping board, all of which are cheaper for you. I saw it clearly on the stage! I want more money. You are in the eyes of the money!"

Hong Liu uses a voice that is more court eunuch than court eunuch. Only then did this stern and scathing sentence make it clear. He returned to Yang Fan and handed the frozen pear to Yang Fan. Kata bit a frozen pear and chewed the bitter frozen pear with a bite, and then said: "My throat is almost speechless."

Yang Fan also bite the frozen pear, letting the cold and sweet juice flow into the throat. Laughed: "Why not let the brothers and sisters do it for you."

Hong Liu shook his head: "Everyone is busy, and there is really no one to spare. Seven young masters just sent the lady and the child away, and just returned, this was the reason I was arrested."

"Lady and Child ..."

Yang Fan suffocated and said: "Master, where is he busy?"

Hong Liudao: "Master went to the palace early in the morning. Waiting to accompany His Majesty the Emperor to the meeting."

In the speaking room, after passing through the originally spacious front hall, I saw four high platforms and one big show in the courtyard. One is talking about books, one is performing dances, and one is doing Master Xue ’s old business: "Crushing big stones in the chest, and selling golden guns without losing the aphrodisiac!"

For this eclectic meeting, Yang Fan is very sweaty, but it looks good, and every stage is full of people and people.

Hongliu glanced at the strange expression of Yang Fan and could n’t help laughing. He laughed twice and started coughs again: “Cough, ordinary people, all like hilariousness. Otherwise, let ’s go to Galan Hall, Jingguang For example, Hanoi Shenni, who is reincarnated, is counting the past and present life for people there. Every trigram is at least one hundred, so there are not many people there, and it is extremely quiet. "

Hongliu said here, he blinked at Yang Fan, lowering his voice and laughing: "Most women are fortune tellers, and there are many beautiful women."

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "Forget it, let's go to the harem, is Brother Yizhuo here? Are you busy with me, I will chat with him."

Hong Liudao: "Yizhuo is also busy with Hongfa. Hey, look, he is there."

Yang Fan took a closer look. Sure enough, he saw a platform set up in front of a hall. After a monk monk sat on the case, he was talking like a storyteller, not to mention, there were a lot of people in front of him, Yang Fan was curious and didn't know what he was talking about, so he made a gesture to Hong Liu. The two did not speak, and quietly leaned in.

The two listened close together, and a muddled monk was also telling a story, preaching thoughts such as karma. This thought was the Buddhist idea, but he not only talked about six reincarnations, but also made it concrete. The emperor, the Tibetan king Bodhisattva, the ten temples of Yanlu, the ox-headed horse-face, and the figures in Buddhism and Taoism were blended together by him.

Yang Fan read a lot of books when he was a child ~ IndoMTL.com ~ He also knows a little about things about Buddhism and Taoism, but he still heard for the first time some people talk about the characters in Buddhist legends and the characters in Taoist legends. When they merged together, they let them be colleagues, and they did not know whether the chaos of the Buddhist and Taoist sects on Middle-earth started from this master of muddy monks who worshipped the Taishang prince in shackles.

Yang Fan shook his head and teased Hongliu: "Forget it, Brother Yizhuo is busy ranking Beiyindu Emperor and Dizang Bodhisattva. Don't call him. Let's go to the backyard and calm down for a while."

Do n’t know Ding Hongliu said with concern: "Okay, let him be busy first, then Brother will accompany you to have two drinks. Why has n’t the Jade Emperor decided who should be Emperor Wendu and Dizang Bodhisattva? That ’s it, it ’s all from my family, do n’t fight. ”

Yang Fan is another sweat.

P: In the cold and running, I fell asleep until nine o'clock, the phone suddenly rang, and I picked it up, and the book friends screamed: "Isn't it updated yet?"

When I looked at the time, I was sober. I hurriedly revised and sent the semi-finished products that were coded last night. I even went to take some medicine and some meals, and then I continued to code. , Monthly ticket red head rope, please also tie me ^ _ ^