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Ning Zhiheng went to the famous Fahua Temple in Nanjing.

Fahua Temple was built in the south of the city. It is said that it was founded in the Ming Dynasty and has a history of more than 500 years.

The original building area of the temple was very large, but after the wind and rain, the area is now much smaller.

The layout is north facing south, and the temple resembles the architectural form of the Song Dynasty, with three courtyards and a rigorous layout. The ridge of the eaves, tall wall some money, but you can see the original yellow and pink color. Faint past bearing is extraordinary.

When Ning Zhiheng came to the temple, there were not many pilgrims, a few scattered in and out, it seems that the incense is general.

In the middle of the front yard, there was a bronze tripod filled with burnt incense ash and several flaming incense sticks.

On the door hanging "Fa Hua Zen Temple" gold plaque, plump and vigorous. There are "prajna" and "liberation" bookheads respectively in the east and west.

In the hall, the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni is enshrined, smiling peacefully, with two earlobes and shoulders, and the robe worn by the monk, which is kind and solemn, vividly shows the expression of Sakyamuni when he becomes the way.

In the temple, an old monk in cloth is knocking wooden fish beside the Buddha and quietly chanting sutras. There are also two middle-aged monks who welcome visitors and interpret their signatures. They are talking with several pilgrims.

Ning Zhiheng went forward and took three sandalwood incense sticks, lit them and inserted them into the incense altar. Kneel back and sit on the futon, put your hands together, recite the Dharma scriptures in your mouth, sincerely.

This was the first time he had been in close contact with a Buddhist place since he came to this world. He felt a sense of kindness spontaneously. When he chanted sutras, his mind suddenly became calm and quiet.

The familiar feeling made him feel as if he were under the bodhi tree in the conscious space.

At this moment, the old monk who closed his eyes and chanted the sutra opened his eyes and looked at Ning Zhiheng, who had entered the state of sitting and forgetting in front of the Buddha. A look of surprise came into his eyes.

This young pilgrim gave him a wonderful feeling, as if he were a kinsman who had practiced together for many years, familiar and cordial! But the old monk said nothing and closed his eyes again.

After a short while, Ning Zhiheng silently recited a passage of scripture, withdrew from the state of sitting and forgetting, and stood up respectfully after three buckle ceremony, and came forward to send a few banknote prepared into the merit box.

Next to a knowledgeable monk glance, the heart involuntarily a jump. They are in large denominations of ten legal bills. This time on the top of the last half a month of incense.

Now people's livelihood is difficult, the incense in the temple can not flourish. Weekdays to the pilgrims are mostly a few or dozens of copper yuan incense, at most there are a few silver yuan.

At the end of the day, the monks are barely scraping by, or the temple would not even be able to pay for the wall repairs.

The incense of the merit box depends entirely on the will of the pilgrims, how much of it depends on the heart, others do not know, it is all determined by the piety of the pilgrims.

Now see Ning Zhiheng rich, suddenly a happy heart. He stepped forward and put his hands together: "Amitabha Buddha, the patron Buddha heart is very sincere, Buddha will add more bless and protect, eliminate the disaster to difficult, good luck and peace!"

Ning Zhiheng also gave a namesake gift: "Thank you for your good words!"

Is this a petition or a petition? "Asked the monk.

This is a big customer, can not easily let go, the temple can receive a large sum of money.

"I have come to pay my vow, and I want to ask some sacred instruments to go back to worship. I don't know whether the temple is convenient?" "Ning Zhiheng replied.

His goal was to find buddhist artifacts that would help the bodhi tree grow, but he was not sure what exactly he needed.

"Convenient, convenient! The opening of the light in our temple is the most efficent, many dignitaries come to our Temple to ask for the magic! Benefactor, you came to the right place!" Hearing this, the monk's eyes lit up.

I mean, it's a real thing. Before he could sell himself, the benefactor asked for the gift.

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He took a look at the old monk who was reciting sutras with his eyes closed beside the Statue of Buddha. Seeing that the master did not respond, he asked Ning Zhiheng to go to the temple hall, and then he called the teachers and younger brothers behind him to get the ritual vessels prepared on normal days.

Usually, temples will prepare some Buddhist artifacts, such as small Buddha statues, rosary beads, wooden fish, diamond bells, vajra pestle, conches and so on. Specially let the buddhist pilgrims please go back home worship, of course, but also to a certain incense money, which is also one of the important income of the temple.

The apse is the place where monks rest at ordinary times, quiet and empty. When Ning Zhiheng was asked to rest on the futon for a while, there were many Buddhist instruments placed in front of him.

These are some of the usual things used for worship Buddha. He reached out and picked up a small Buddha statue, a bronze medicine man's statue, which was fairly well made and heavy to handle.

"This is the Buddha of medicine master, also known as the Buddha who drinks light like a coming. It removes the suffering of all sentient beings and cures their diseases. Please go home and offer sacrifices. Knowing monk see Ning Zhiheng picked up this Buddha statue carefully, quickly sell.

This Buddha statue is specially invited nanjing good craft coppersmith to build, copper material is full, fine workmanship. Compared with the later generations of those tourist attractions of the temple but more conscience.

Ning Zhiheng did not answer, holding the Buddha in the palm of the careful feeling. But there was nothing unusual about it.

Ignoring the curious looks of others, he sat cross-legged and rested with his eyes closed. Collect your mind and enter the conscious space.

Still under the bodhi tree, the sound of buddhist sutras, he carefully observed the branches and green leaves on the bodhi tree. Still nothing, as usual.

He withdrew from consciousness with a slight disappointment. Putting down the Buddha of medicine Man seems to have no effect.

Then picked up a wooden fish, as before, closed his eyes into the conscious space, carefully figure out the induction, and then disappointed to open his eyes, put down the wooden fish, and then picked up another.

The monk looked at Ning Zhiheng one by one will be in front of the selection of a time, but still a did not choose. I said to myself that there was something odd about the young man, that everything was good and nothing was satisfactory.

Ning Zhiheng felt his way of thinking was a little unreliable, it seems that these so-called Buddhist dharma instruments are not.

But he was very patient. There are a lot of Buddhist objects, and I can see that the ones in front of me, although well made, have not been made for a long time, which means they have their watches.

"Master zhike, I don't know if there is a better artifact in the temple. If it is older and better, I will surely have an offering of incense!" "Said Ning zhiheng.

"Does the benefactor want an old antique?" The knowledgeable monk is quick to see that Ning Zhiheng is another purpose, and may even be the so-called cultural relics traffickers and so on.

But antiques are not valuable because of their age. This fa Hua temple has years of objects, but are not valuable, or it would have been money, really when these monks have no culture?

The so-called prosperous antique, turbulent times of gold! Nowadays, antique relics are really worthless. Even a few rich people collect them, but they are also treasures of some ages. They are not worth much, because there is no collection value.

Ning Zhiheng saw the meaning of the monk's words, but he did not care what he thought. To some extent, the monk was not wrong. He does want to find something valuable, but it's just a different standard of value.

On the other hand, knowing monks were no threat to him. On the contrary, as long as he does find something useful for the growth of the bodhi tree, he has the means to get it, whether he wants it or not.

This is the way of the world, rob just, but Ning Zhiheng felt that should try not to use these means.

"This temple has a few ancient artifacts, please check it!"

A short while later, the monk who has positioned Ning Zhiheng as a cultural relic dealer took out two utensils of law again. One is a dark iron alms bowl, and the other is the wooden fish in the shape of the dragon's head.

Ning Zhiheng takes over to check, preexistence also has research to antique quite, eyesight is not bad. These two artifacts are really some years old.

I think the alms bowl is from the Ming Dynasty, so it's quite old, but it's not worth much. It would be better if it were made of gold and silver.

The wooden fish with the body of a dragon head should be from the Qing Dynasty, because this kind of wooden fish was popular at that time. But because of the popularity, the existence of more, it is not worth what money.

However, Ning Zhiheng is not really a dealer of cultural relics. What he values is whether it can help the growth of the bodhi tree.

Unfortunately, the bodhi tree in my mind is still unresponsive, and it seems that the old objects have no effect.

Ning Zhiheng was really disappointed, but he did not give up. He thought his judgment would be fine. I just didn't find the right thing.

He stood up and said to the monk who knew him, "It seems that I did not have the fate to ask for the right instrument."

The knowledgeable monk was also a little disappointed. He did receive a dealer of cultural relics before, but as now, he did not see anything here.

It is true that fahua Temple has been in tatters for a long time, and its valuable treasures have been lost in years of wind and rain. That's all that's left.

It seems that today is not what harvest, he still smile, bowed his head and said: "benefactor don't worry, Buddha is about chance, everything follow fate!"

Ning added: "May I pay my respects in the temple? After all, FAhua Temple has hundreds of years of history, which I have always admired very much!"

He still wanted to see if he had missed something, perhaps to look more things will turn around.

'Of course, to the donor! "Replied the monk.

The temple is to let the worshippers worship the place, otherwise without their alms, the clothes and food of these monks and how can they turn away guests, especially ning Zhiheng such a big customer.

Ning Zhiheng slightly shi a gift, turned out of the hall, he felt that the front of the hall more opportunities.

Several knowledgeable monks saw Ning Zhiheng go out, but also disappointed to pick up utensils, each to do their own things to go.

When Ning Zhiheng came to the main hall, the old monk whose face disappeared still remained motionless, striking wooden fish and chanting sutras with his eyes closed. Two more worshippers kneel and pray before sakyamuni.

The hall was large, with fine engravings on the walls and beams, but they were blurred.

Ning Zhiheng looked around, touching each place gently with his hand and feeling with his heart. Not even the Buddha. But still nothing. Finally, he had to give up.

He left the main hall, and there were two side halls in the courtyard, where the medicine Buddha and Maitreya Buddha were enshrined.

The incense of the Fa Hua temple is not sheng, and the temple is empty.

He also looked around, and when he came to the Buddha's statue, there was an incense burner, a wooden fish, and a rosary string, still covered with dust.

It seems that there is no incense in the temple, and the monks are too lazy to clean it.

Ning Zhiheng also put the incense burner and wooden fish induction again, is still no reaction, but touched the full hand of ash.

As he held the rosary string in his hand, he shuddered, the strong feeling he had been waiting for.

As usual, there was no warning. When his fingers touched the rosary string, his thoughts were involuntarily pulled into the conscious space.

Unlike usual, the light in the space was bright, and the puti tree was shaking slightly, driving the six leaves to sway violently. It gave him the feeling of a long-hungry baby who has been nourished by the joy of the flesh!

The chanting from the bodhi tree grew louder and louder, and the whole spiritual space of consciousness was filled with joy.

That's it! That's what it feels like! He was right, and the bodhi tree proved it.

Ning zhiheng immediately withdrew from consciousness. He wanted to see what was different about the rosary string and why it made the bodhi tree behave like this.

Look at the rosary in your hand, the string of beads that a very ordinary monk holds in his hand when chanting.

The ten beads, made of common hardwood, were dull in color, and a few had cracks in them. I can see that no one has taken care of it.

Ning zhiheng was sure it was not valuable wood.

In previous lives, the best rosary string he had known was made of agarwood, followed by yellow pear, and then rosewood, but these were not. At best, it's made of aromatic wood. Very common in this day and age.

The only difference is that at the end of the joint where the rosary is attached, there is a bar of a dull yellow band for decoration. It's only about three centimeters long, so there's no sign of that material, but it's a phalanx from an animal.

Anyway, this stuff is right. As for the reason, he would go back and feel it carefully, and eventually he would find out the secret.