The statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in this temple is different from what I have seen before. It is not the image of wearing a garland, wearing a five- Buddha crown, holding a gold tin in one hand and a Tomoni jewel in the other hand, and sitting cross-legged on the lotus, but the image of not wearing a Buddha crown, wearing a monk's robe, standing on the lotus.

When I looked up, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seemed to be looking at me with compassion.

The more I did this, the more I couldn't control my tears. I didn't know why I was so sad. Maybe it was because of grievance. I just wanted to spend my life safely and smoothly, but I encountered so many things that ordinary people shouldn't have experienced.

I didn't know how long it took, and my eyes hurt a little, so I got up from the futon.

There was an incense bucket on the huge platform in front of the Bodhisattva statue. I pulled out three incense sticks from it, lit it, raised my head high, bowed three times and inserted it into the incense burner.

Later I learned that pilgrims are basically not allowed to burn incense in the main hall. The main reason is that the main hall is mostly made of wooden structures, and pilgrims are frivolous and easy to cause water leakage.

The rippling of blue smoke rose up, and the unique smell of the incense spread. I felt a slight ease for no reason, as if I was originally pressed under the mountain, but now the mountain has been moved away.

I closed my eyes and felt this wonderful feeling. I have never had this feeling before. It makes people so intoxicated.

Gradually, I entered a state of ethereality. I could hear the jingling of wind chimes on the corners of the eaves and the sound of chanting scriptures in the distance...

I seem to be integrated with the temple where I am. The blue bricks are me. I can feel the numbness and itch of moss and weeds on my body; the carved beams and painted pillars are me. I can feel the tranquility of sandalwood entering my heart and spleen; the breeze is me. I can feel the joy of blowing through the wind chime; the burning incense is me. I can feel the open-mindedness of my body burning into ashes and the spirit is everywhere in the air...

I am me, I am not me, everything is me, everything is not me, I wander in this wonderful feeling, getting farther and farther away.

"Dong..." My spirit returned to my body because of the sound of drums. Thinking about my state just now, I couldn't help but feel scared while savoring it. If it weren't for the sound of drums in the evening, could my consciousness return to my body?

The sandalwood I inserted into the incense burner had burned out, and the light around me dimmed. I didn't expect that it was already dusk and I was in the afternoon.

"Donor, you are still here." A familiar voice came from behind. I looked back and saw that it was the monk who let me in before.

"Master." I put my palms together and bowed to him.

The monk replied, "The donor came from afar, and it is afraid it will be difficult to return at this time. The temple has been closed. Why not stay in the guest room for one night and leave tomorrow."

This proposal is simply great, but I am a little embarrassed. I don’t have money because of anything else!

The monk soon discovered my embarrassment, "Is it inconvenient for the donor?"

I gritted my teeth and told the truth, "Master, I'm short of money..."

The monk laughed when he heard this, "Does the donor have any misunderstandings about the temple? The rooms are for free for pilgrims."

I was surprised, so that's how it is.

The monk sighed, "It's also a pity that those monks who fell into fame and fortune have caused people to misunderstand Buddhism. How can they save all sentient beings through money?"

I felt a sense of emotion. The monk in front of me was so sincere, and speaking was the truth. If every monk was like him, how could people gradually stay away from Buddhism?

The monk used a wooden square to insert the door of the hall and took me to a row of bungalows connected together. The doors were locked. He took out a bunch of keys, opened one of them, and let me in.

When I saw that the furnishings of the guest rooms were very simple, with only a bed, a table, and a chair. There was an old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall.

"Donor, someone will deliver you some food later. The toilet is behind the room, but the donor should try not to walk around in the yard at night."

Before I could ask him why he couldn't walk around, he had already left.

I closed the door and saw that the bedding was clean, so I lay down on it. I hadn't sat down for a day. Only then did I feel deeply tired.

After lying for a while, I fell asleep and had a dream in a daze.

In my dream, I knelt in the Ksitigarbha Hall. The Qingfeng, who had been entangled with me for a long time, stood beside me, waved the ghost-headed sword in my hand and slashed at me. The Mani pearl in the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suddenly emitted a golden light, and the golden light enveloped me. The ghost-headed sword was blocked by the golden light before it hit me.

Only then did I find that Xiaobai and Huang Tianlin were standing outside the door, the same image as I had seen before, and they wanted to rush in with anxiety, but they couldn't cross the threshold of the hall. Although the door was open, a huge golden swastika blocked them.

Qingfeng was angry when he saw that the ghost-headed sword could not cut me off. He suddenly took out a token out of thin air. The token was red and there was a word on it.

He called me with the red token, and actually passed through the golden Buddha light. The token hit me and made me feel unbearable pain, but I couldn't move.

I was woken up by pain. This dream was surprisingly real. After waking up, I could still feel the pain that had not yet disappeared.

Sitting up from the bed, I wanted to ask what happened to the monk. I thought that he could give me an answer with a profound level, but I didn’t know where he lived, and it was impolite to disturb him at this time, so I had to suppress my impulse and prepare to ask again tomorrow.

I don’t know when the food was delivered, so it was packed in a disposable lunch box, with white rice and shredded potatoes, which was very simple.

Then I remembered that I hadn't eaten for a day, and I was hungry and finished eating voraciously. I found a trash can with garbage bags under the table, so I threw in the clean lunch box and disposable chopsticks.

There were several drawers on the table. I was curious if there was anything inside, so I opened it and saw three drawers in total, both of which were empty on the left and right, and there was only a scripture in the center.

The scriptures are in a modern phonetic version, probably with the three thick books of the Ksitigarbha Sutra I read before, and are the Shurangama Sutra of the Great Buddha's Pinnacle.

I looked at the scriptures in my hand and could not restrain the urge to recite in my heart. Because I didn't know where to purify my hands, I confessed my sins in my heart and placed the scriptures flat on the table and unfolded them.

"I heard that, for a moment, the Buddha was in Shiluofa City, Huan Jingshe, and the great monks. All of them were great Arhats without leakage..."

I began to recite in a low voice and gradually entered a state.

Unlike the original vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, when I read the Great Buddha's Sutra, I did not have the urge to cry. Although the sound I read was very small, the sound was amplified in my mind, getting louder and louder, just like a bell and drums ringing.

With the sound in my mind, my body began to tremble slightly. The hidden pain left in my dream had long disappeared. Every joint of my bones was chirping happily, and an indescribable air flowed through my body, bringing me a warm and comfortable feeling, and supporting me to continue reading.

Later I learned that the Shurangama Sutra can gain wisdom. All disciples who truly practice the Tao must recite the Shurangama Sutra, which is beneficial to themselves and to the sentient beings in the spiritual world who are destined to be with them.

My condition is getting better and better, my chanting is getting faster and faster, and the rhythm of my body is moving faster, and the air flow has also changed from a trickle to a vast ocean, surging through my body.

My body was getting hotter and hotter, almost like a stove, but I didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, I felt very comfortable, as if I was about to fly.

When I finished reading the entire Shurangama Sutra of the Great Buddha's Top, I felt like I had become a small sun. In fact, it was true, because golden light actually emanated from me, illuminating the entire guest room with golden green.

I was shocked. This was not the first time I had a vision when I read the scriptures, but I was still very surprised. The last time such a thing happened was when I was reading the Ksitigarbha Sutra in my freshman year.

People speak Buddhist scriptures with great sages, and I finally found that this statement is not false. If it is a lie, what is going on with me now?

I walked out of the guest room and found that there were many non-human beings kneeling on the open space in front of the door, Huang Tianlin, Xiaobai, and even the breeze were listed.

They knelt there, facing the direction of my guest room, their eyes full of desire.

I was blessed to my heart and knew that they were not worshiping me, but worshiping the scriptures. Then I remembered that I forgot to dedicate my merits.

I sat cross-legged, "I hope that with this merit, the Buddha Pure Land, will repay the four kinds of kindness and relieve the sufferings of the three paths. If anyone who sees and hears, he will all develop the Bodhicitta, and will be reborn in the Pure Land together!"

As the dedication verse was recited, the golden light on my body shone brightly, and it shone in front of me like daylight.

Huang Tianlin and Xiaobai were filled with joy. The breeze looked at me with complicated eyes. The others were all grateful. They stood up and bowed to me with their hands together and disappeared.

The golden light also disappeared. I stood up and stood at the door of the guest room. I couldn't help but feel dazed. When I came to my senses, I realized that I was still sitting at the table, holding the scriptures in both hands. The scriptures had turned to the last page.

I have never left this table before. What was everything just now? Is it an illusion?

I put away the scriptures and looked at the time on my phone. It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. It took me more than five hours to finish reading this scripture.

Although I felt very comfortable, I was extremely tired. I originally planned to fall asleep before falling back, but I had three urgent needs.

When I opened the door of the guest room, it was pitch black in the temple. I used my mobile phone as a light source and walked on the bluestone road.

The night wind floats the leaves of the sycamore tree, making a rustling sound, as if footsteps are hidden in it, but there is no way to distinguish the direction.

I glanced around and found nothing. I thought I should be a monk in the temple.

Although I had a strange dream before, I don’t believe that there are really monsters and monsters who dare to be presumptuous in the temple.

Just as I was about to turn around the corner, a faint sound came from the other side, as if someone was talking.
Chapter completed!