Chapter 59 The Bodhisattva Appears

It was half past eight that evening.

Outside the temple on Mount Putai.

Grandma Tian couldn't wait to hand the antique Buddha statue wrapped in cloth to Master Tingxian.

The old monk turned on the light and checked it carefully.

I couldn't help but praise:
"I didn't think so when I saw it on video this afternoon, but now that I hold it in my hand, I see that it is exactly the same as the one in our Wanfo Pavilion."

"Master Zhang is so young, but his skills are so good."

"You are lucky, old lady."

"And listen, this Buddha statue is hollow inside."

The old monk tapped lightly on the base of the Buddha statue, and immediately a dull thumping sound was heard.

"I have knocked on the Buddha statues in our temple before, and they made similar sounds, which means there must be Buddhist scriptures inside."

"Nine out of ten people who seem to be like this wouldn't think of this."

“This is called professionalism.”

"Then, can this Buddha statue be exchanged?"

Grandma Tian only cares about this issue.

Although Zhang Yang only accepted the 5,000 yuan deposit from her and was unwilling to ask for more.

But if you add the 30,000 deposit and 50,000 balance paid to Master Tingxian in front of me.

In order to get this Buddha statue, the old lady spent all her three years’ worth of pension savings.

It was the biggest deal she had ever done in the past sixty years.

So she couldn't help but not be nervous.

"Don't worry, credibility is my top priority."

"If even one customer gave a bad review, I would have been in jail long ago."

"But have you prepared the balance? You can only leave after you have inspected the goods and paid the money!"

"I have the money ready."

Grandma Tian patted the bulging shoulder bag at her side.

It was filled with cash as requested by the old monk.

"Okay, wait for me for a while."

"It's best to find a secluded place to hide so that no one can see you. I'll be there in half an hour."

The temple will not receive pilgrims starting from 8pm.

At nine o'clock, the abbot would take the young monks to patrol everywhere to make sure that no guests forgot to leave or were hiding in the temple to do anything bad.

Master Tingxian glanced at his phone.

It's just 8:40 now, there's plenty of time, no need to rush.

The Wanfo Pavilion is very deserted. When the old monk is guarding here during the day, there are very few tourists.

Not to mention at night.

It's pitch black, it's a good time to take action.

The substitution went smoothly.

In just less than two minutes, Master Tingxian swapped the two objects.

The next step is to transport the Buddha statue out.

He planned this very well.

During the day, he placed a black garbage bag half filled with leaves in the corner next to the Wanfo Pavilion.

At this moment, just go over and put the authentic Buddha statue into the garbage bag.

You can transport your things out by using the excuse of going out to throw out the trash.

It will definitely not arouse suspicion.

"Hehehe, do you really think I don't watch police and gangster movies?" Master Tingxian laughed in his heart.

But just as he was picking up the garbage bag and preparing to leave.

Suddenly, someone on the high steps behind him shone a flashlight on him.

A hoarse male voice shouted from behind the light:

"Uncle Master? It's so late, you still want to take out the trash?"

"Yes, but can you move the flashlight away first?" Master Tingxian said as he stretched out his hand to block the light.

This is like the police catching a thief, which is a bit unlucky.

As soon as he heard the voice of the person coming, he knew it was the new disciple of the abbot and his senior brother, Master Tingchan.

It seems like he just turned fourteen and entered the voice change period, so his voice is very recognizable.

But this person has nothing to do with him, so he doesn't need to pay attention to him.

He picked up the garbage bag and continued walking out.

But my nephew didn't seem to think so.

"Uncle Master, wait a minute."

"I'll take out the trash later!"

The young monk trotted all the way to the old monk.

He held a broom in his hand and pointed at the fallen leaves in the yard and said:
"Master asked me to come here and sweep the floor to train my character."

"This bag isn't full yet, don't waste it."

After saying that, he was about to take the garbage bag from the old monk.

But the latter twisted it away easily:
"Why are you still sweeping so late? Come back tomorrow morning!"

"No, today's work is done today. This is what you taught us when I was a disciple.
You also said, if you can't clean your own house, how can you clean the world? Details determine success or failure, and habits shape your life. "

"I……"

Master Tingxian was speechless for a moment.

He really wanted to slap himself in the face.

I thought to myself, I was so stupid before. When I was writing the speech, I didn't even copy the ideas from Lin.

Fortunately, he was good at arranging work for the young monk, so he changed his words:
"I think there are more fallen leaves near the Guanyin statue in front. Do you want to go and sweep them up?"

"There are too many over there. I'll clean it tomorrow. Uncle Master, you just said that we can clean it tomorrow."

"You..." Master Tingxian took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm.

The quieter the better at this moment.

As long as I don't arouse suspicion from others, even the abbot cannot stop me from throwing away the garbage.

He smiled and said to his nephew:

"Well, let me help you. I haven't exercised for a long time."

"Okay." The little monk nodded happily.

But he immediately murmured to himself with some doubt:
"In this way, will the master think that I am looking for help?"

"And these fallen leaves aren't enough to sweep?"

"Have it!"

He suddenly had an idea, handed the broom to Master Tingxian, and walked quickly to the tree:
"Uncle Master, if there are two of us, we need to do more work to achieve the training effect."

After saying that, he didn't care about Master Xian's advice and just hugged the tree trunk and started shaking.

At 18:: PM, the temperature was degrees and the wind was from the southeast.

Weather: cloudy turning to falling leaves.

The old monk stood under the tree, watching the leaves falling around him, and suddenly felt a surge of blood.

At this moment, a leaf just happened to slide down from his bald head...

His fists were clenched.

"Uncle Master, it's almost time, let's get started."

"Try to sweep up all the fallen leaves and fill up the garbage bag before the janitor comes at ten o'clock."

The young monk's words reminded the old monk.

The most urgent thing now is the garbage bag.

At this time, you can only open your fists, loosen your back teeth, and pick up the broom to help sweep the floor.

They had only been sweeping for a while when the abbot arrived and was about to start his inspection.

Master Tingxian originally thought that his senior brother would either come to help sweep the floor or call his apprentice back.

Unexpectedly, the old guy took out the latest Pura 70 Pro from his pocket:

"You continue."

"This picture is very good, reflecting the spiritual outlook of two generations of our temple."

"I'll take some photos for you and put them on the official website tomorrow!"

……

Outside the temple.

Grandma Tian was hiding behind the bushes, looking at the numbers on her cell phone, which were jumping second by second.

There is only one minute left until the agreed time.

Why hasn’t it come out yet?
She wanted to stand up anxiously, and just as she was about to leave, a call reminder suddenly popped up on her phone.

Lu Mingfei called.

"Xiaotian, have you had dinner yet?"

Grandpa Lu on the other end of the phone asked in a soft voice.

As he spoke, he gently pulled his beard with his hands, a happy smile on his face.

"Well, I ate."

"What do you want?" Grandma Tian asked quickly in a low voice.

"Look at what you're saying. When did it become the case that I can only call you when I have something to do?"

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll hang up first."

"No, no, no, I have something important to do."

"Have you placed the Bodhisattva statue I gave you during the day in the shrine? Is it time for you to recite the sutra now?"

"You still bother me knowing that?"

Grandma Tian didn't expect that Grandpa Lu would give her a reason to hang up the phone, so she quickly took the opportunity to back off.

Little did he know that on the other end of the phone, the old man had already revealed an evil smile.

"Well, listen to me and close your eyes first."

"I'll perform a little magic trick for you."

"Three, two, one!"

"Get up~"

"How is it?" Grandpa Lu asked happily.

Behind the bushes, Grandma Tian opened her eyes and looked around.

Everything is exactly the same as before.

She suddenly felt that there must be an idiot between her and Grandpa Lu.

Certain, certain, and sure.

At the same time, inside the temple.

The abbot was originally tilting his head, looking at the telescopic lens of his mobile phone.

Suddenly, a muffled female voice came from behind.

The voice was low and cold, chanting without a trace of emotion:
[When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and transcended all suffering. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form…]

When the abbot heard the first sentence of the scripture, he turned around quickly.

Where does the Heart Sutra come from?
Why is there a woman here?
When he heard the second sentence, he confirmed that the sound came from the Buddha statue.

The abbot's eyes widened in shock.

Could it be that……

A bold idea came to my mind.

He pointed at the Buddha statues and said tremblingly:

“It’s happening!”

“The Bodhisattva has appeared!”

After shouting this, the abbot's body suddenly shuddered and he fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)