After the Comrade Chairman spoke, an old lama with a wrinkled face and a short height began to speak. According to Gegu's introduction, this is another Living Buddha of the Jokhang Temple, who is already over ninety years old.

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The ceremony went on one by one. After the old living Buddha spoke, the loud Dharma drums sounded. In the sound of the drums, Sanskrit chants were chanted. Thousands of people chanted sutras at the same time. The entire Jokhang Temple was enveloped in the sound of sutras.

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This time the chanting only lasted for about five minutes. As soon as the drums stopped, the sound also stopped. Eight eminent monks in yellow lama costumes began to burn incense and chant incense chants.

In front of the incense burner, there was a table with a set of old lama costumes, a prayer wheel and two ritual objects that Zhuang Rui didn't recognize. After the incense was finished, thousands of monks in the venue

, they all knelt down and bowed down to the table.

After completing this ceremony, the monks sat cross-legged on the ground and began to pray and chant sutras. In the sound of the sutras, they wanted to feel the Buddhist metaphors of the living Buddha Jianpa Luozhu, look for the aura of the reincarnation of the living Buddha, and look forward to the coming of the Buddha's verses.

Inside the Jokhang Temple.

The uniform sound of chanting sutras gradually increased from weak to strong, and slowly, it seemed that this was the only sound existing in the world. Unlike noise, although the sound of chanting sutras was loud, it did not make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary,

Hearing the chanting, Zhuang Rui felt peaceful and peaceful in his heart.

Not only Zhuang Rui felt this way, everyone on the viewing platform closed their eyes and listened to the chanting. Sir Zheng even muttered words with a baby-like smile on his face, which was full of wrinkles.

, there is a faint brilliance appearing.

"Huh? What is this?"

After being immersed in the sound of the sutra for a while, Zhuang Rui suddenly felt something in his heart, because he found that the spiritual energy in his eyes seemed to be turbulent. When he opened his eyes, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Over the square filled with chanting lamas, I don’t know when a thick white mist appeared. Although there were patios around the square and winds came from all directions, the mist gathered and never dispersed, always staying in the courtyard.

On top of the lama's head.

"Could this be what Buddhism calls the power of aspiration?"

There is a saying in Buddhism: magic is no match for supernatural powers, supernatural powers are no match for karma, and karma is no match for the power of wishes. The power of wishes refers to the original wish of the human heart, which can eliminate karma obstacles, break up inner demons, communicate with heaven and earth, and produce great supernatural powers. In Buddhism, the power of wishes is

This is what is meant by "the power of aspiration to achieve the Pure Land".

Zhuang Rui had never believed in the existence of the power of wishes or karma before, but it seemed difficult to find any other explanation for the mist formed by the chanting of thousands of lamas besides the power of wishes.

Zhuang Rui tried to let his spiritual energy come into contact with the mist, and he immediately felt a warm breath entering his body. In the mist, it seemed that a great monk was explaining scriptures, chanting Sanskrit chants, and his mouth was filled with lotus flowers.

Those verses that were recited so fast that Zhuang Rui couldn't understand them at all suddenly seemed to start to be verbose. Word by word flashed in front of Zhuang Rui's eyes with incomparable clarity.

Like the holy water in the pure bottle in the hand of Guanyin Bodhisattva, these sounds and fonts washed Zhuang Rui's mind over and over again, making his thoughts and ideas become clearer and clearer.

"Brother Zhuang, what's wrong with you? What were you talking about just now?"

Peng Fei, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, heard Zhuang Rui mutter something and opened his eyes, but he didn't see anything except the lamas who were chanting sutras all over the place.

"It's nothing, Peng Fei, I didn't go anywhere in the morning, I just listened to the eminent monks chanting sutras here..."

After Zhuang Rui was awakened by Peng Fei from that state, he glared at Peng Fei unhappily and said, "If you're impatient, go out for a walk..."

Zhuang Rui was afraid of being disturbed by Peng Fei again. To be honest, although Zhuang Rui didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, the feeling in the mist just now made his mind open. The thoughts in his mind were clear, and even the aura in his eyes was

There was no reservation about anything, as if there really was a great and eminent monk in the aura reciting sutras and listening.

You must know that Zhuang Rui has never mentioned it to anyone since he developed supernatural powers in his eyes. This ability, which is different from ordinary people, has certainly made Zhuang Rui famous and worth hundreds of millions, but at the same time, it has also brought Zhuang Rui a lot.

confusion and pressure.

For more than a year, Zhuang Rui has deliberately kept the secret of his eyes. Even in his sleep, he did not dare to leak it. Firstly, it was too mysterious, and secondly, Zhuang Rui was afraid that others would not believe it.

For a while, Zhuang Rui wanted to go see a psychiatrist and talk to him, but in the end he didn't do it because Zhuang Rui was afraid that the psychiatrist would diagnose him with symptoms of mental delusion.

This kind of pressure has been accumulated for a long time, making Zhuang Rui feel exhausted and unable to relieve it. However, in the mist that rose from the Zen music and Buddha singing just now, this kind of pressure was released, and the feeling of comfort was almost gone.

Let Zhuang Rui*** come out.

In just a few minutes, most of the depression that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time was dissipated. Zhuang Rui had already decided to become a monk today and experience the wonderful essence of Buddhism.

"I feel very comfortable listening to this scripture. I won't go out anymore..."

After Zhuang Rui heard Peng Fei's words, he glanced at him and said that Buddhism can resolve violence. Is it true? But the sound of this sutra does make people feel at peace.

"Whatever you want, don't disturb me from experiencing Buddhism..."

After Zhuang Rui said something half-truthful, he closed his eyes.

Opening and closing his eyes had no effect on the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes. When the aura entered his wish again, the feeling that seemed to make his soul sing came back to him.

The dust in my heart was washed away one by one in the Zen singing, and the thoughts in my mind became more and more transparent. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Zhuang Rui didn't know how long it had been before the sky was full of wishes.

Suddenly it disappeared.

"Huh? It seems like it's not the scripture just now?"

After Zhuang Rui opened his eyes, he found that the lamas in the audience were still chanting sutras, but all the aspiration in front of him had dissipated. After careful examination, the sutras being recited now seemed different from those at the beginning.

"Why did it go by so fast?"

Zhuang Rui looked at his watch and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. In other words, from 9 o'clock in the morning to now, he had been sitting motionless on his chair for six hours. After seeing the time clearly,

Zhuang Rui's stomach made a "gurgling" sound.

He turned his head and looked around. There were only a few people left on the viewing platform. Zheng's grandfather and grandson had already left. Even Peng Fei was nowhere to be found. However, the white lion was still lying at his feet, opening his eyes and looking at the platform.

The lamas below also seemed to be wondering about something.

"Master Gegu, where is my companion?"

Zhuang Rui saw Gegu sitting cross-legged behind him and asked quickly.

Gegu stood up and replied respectfully: "He has already left and asked you to call him..."

Not to mention whether the white lion is the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains, even today Zhuang Rui listened to Buddhist scriptures and entered a state of trance, which also greatly surprised Gegu. Not to mention that Zhuang Rui is just a mortal, even many eminent monks find it difficult to enter.

In that ethereal realm, this can only show that Zhuang Rui has a great relationship with Buddha.

Therefore, Gegu stopped Peng Fei and Zheng Hua from trying to wake up Zhuang Rui at noon, and stayed by Zhuang Rui's side.

"Okay, I understand. I still need to trouble Master Gegu to take me out..."

Zhuang Rui took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He found that there were seven or eight missed calls on the silent phone, including those from Peng Fei and Zheng Hua, and several from Qin Xuanbing and his family. Zhuang Rui did not

I was in a hurry to call back. After all, in this Buddhist holy land, making a phone call is very impolite.

Gegu had been staying by Zhuang Rui's side. Knowing that he had not eaten at noon, he said, "We have a vegetarian restaurant in the temple. Would you like to try it, Master Zhuang?"

Zhuang Rui thought about calling back, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it next time when we have a chance..."

Gegu did not force himself, and led Zhuang Rui and Bai Shi through the maze-like corridors to the entrance of the Jokhang Temple.

First, he called Qin Xuanbing. Knowing that everything was fine at home, Zhuang Rui called Peng Fei. Peng Fei was wandering on Barkhor Street when he received Zhuang Rui's call and rushed over quickly.

"Let's go, find a place to eat first, I'm starving to death..."
Chapter completed!