Chapter 60 If You Are Not Here, I Will Be the Host

Master Tingxian happened to see this scene.

He was so shocked that the broom fell from his hand.

I tested it, what's going on?
Seeing the abbot falling to the ground, he subconsciously rushed forward.

The little monk also ran over, even faster than him.

"Brother (Fu), are you okay?"

The abbot on the ground was motionless and unresponsive, obviously unconscious.

[Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither born nor destroyed. Neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing…]

"Uncle Master, who is chanting?"

The young monk asked, and as he said this he suddenly realized that now was not the time to care about this.

He quickly shouted towards the sky:

"Someone come, someone come quickly, something's wrong with the master!"

At this time, Master Tingxian reached out and gently felt the abbot's breath.

Still breathing?

It's probably just high blood pressure. He should wake up on his own soon.

[All Buddhas of the three ages, according to the Prajnaparamita…]

Where on earth is the Heart Sutra? Is it annoying?

Master Tingxian frowned and decided to deal with the strange sound of scriptures first.

After a few seconds.

He stood in front of the statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva in a daze.

There was a painful expression on his face.

The sound actually came from the Buddha statue.

At this moment, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that someone had tampered with the Buddha statue.

NND, are you trying to trick me?
Master Tingxian was so angry that his teeth were itching.

Fortunately, the Heart Sutra is coming to an end, with only a few sentences left.

The other monks in the temple had not had time to come over yet.

Listen to Master Xian praying in his heart:
"Please, Manjusri, please don't let go again."

"It's okay even if I let it go at this time tomorrow. At least I still have a day to make up for it."

Unfortunately, he overestimated Grandpa Lu.

Grandpa Lu doesn’t know anything about electronic products. He just buys them offline at the computer mall.

When I bought it, I asked the boss to help me set everything up.

He did not even consider that the "Jackfruit Sutra" he mentioned, that is, the Heart Sutra, has only 260 words.

How can such a short video last for an hour?
The shopkeeper asked grandpa what to do.

At that time, Grandpa Lu was talking to a fellow collector on the phone about collecting experiences and had no time to pay attention to him.

He waved his hand and said, "Whatever."

The shop owner thought about it and stuffed all the Buddhist scriptures he had found into the box, hoping that my grandfather could go back and choose slowly.

But after my grandfather went back, every time he heard the sentence "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form", he felt physically uncomfortable and turned it off immediately.

The widower couldn't bear to hear this.

Now, Master Tingxian became the first person to hear the last chapter of the Heart Sutra.

I have to say, I am very lucky.

[Namo, harada, doraya, Namo, aliye, bulujieti, shuobalaya, bodhisattva vaye, mahasattva vaye…]

As soon as the first three notes come out.

The expression on the old monk's face was distorted with pain.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Great, sad, curse!"

"Which idiot chanted the Great Compassion Mantra inside Manjusri Bodhisattva!"

Unlike the Heart Sutra, the sound of the Great Compassion Mantra is more penetrating and simply refreshing.

The young monk, who had been shouting until he was hoarse, just came over to see how his master was doing.

Hearing the sound of scriptures and looking at the unconscious master on the ground, a feeling of desolation suddenly came over me.

I knelt down unconsciously and sat beside him.

At this time, other monks who heard the little monk's cry also rushed over.

See this scene.

I heard the familiar Great Compassion Mantra again.

Looking at Master Tingxian standing in front of the Buddha statue, holding his head in pain.

What happened is already obvious.

Announce it, the abbot... needs to be liberated.

The monks stood together in silence.

Just at this moment, the host, who had fainted briefly due to high blood pressure, slowly woke up.

Hearing the scriptures in his ears, he looked at the night sky and asked in a trance:
"Ah? Have I arrived in another world?"

"Master? Master, you're awake!"

The little monk shouted in surprise.

"Uncle Master, please stop the music! Master has woken up!"

Stop the music?
How to stop?
Master Tingxian stared at the Buddha statue in front of him, and suddenly realized:

Yes, this thing can be stopped.

He couldn't care less at this point, so he quickly took out his key and opened the glass window in front of him.

Amid the surprised gazes of the crowd, he picked up the seated statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva, turned around and slammed it heavily to the ground.

The Buddha statue made a “duang” sound, but the Great Compassion Mantra continued.

The value of a multi-functional super music player!

"Still stopping?"

Master Tingxian was instantly overwhelmed.

Ignoring the people around him who were trying to stop him, he picked up the host's mobile phone on the ground and smashed it hard against the cover under the statue.

Finally, one side of the cover was smashed and lifted up.

After prying open the cover, he quickly turned off the player in the Buddha statue.

The monks around were stunned.

"Look, this thing made the sound. Someone must be playing a prank on me."

"The Buddha statue was replaced!"

Master Tingxian explained to everyone breathlessly.

The weak abbot on the ground nodded.

Knowing that he had fainted just now, he used all his strength to whisper to the monks around him:
"Hurry, help, call an ambulance!"

"Also, you have to compensate me for my phone."

……

In fact, the little monk had already called the police.

A quarter of an hour later, a police car arrived along with the ambulance.

Grandma Tian was sneaking around outside the temple, but she failed to escape in time and was arrested on the spot by the sharp-eyed police.

Before the police even started asking questions, the old lady saw the other party taking out the money from her bag and immediately threw it all away.

Because according to Grandpa Lu, the Buddha statue should still be chanting at this moment.

The police came, but the old monk hadn't come out yet, which meant that he was probably caught by someone in the temple.

Then why are you still struggling?
Turn yourself in and ask for leniency.

Master Tingxian, who was unaware that he had been exposed, was still comforting his fellow monk while sending the abbot to the ambulance:

"Don't worry, Abbot."

"If you're not here, I'll be the abbot."

"I will investigate the matter of the Buddha statue thoroughly. You are not allowed to come back until you recover from your illness!"

Watching the ambulance leave, Master Tingxian showed a satisfied expression on his face.

That’s great! From today on, I will be the acting abbot.

After this, won’t he be able to call the wind and rain and act tyrannically?
The old monk turned around excitedly, ready to go back to sleep and greet a bright future.

When he turned around, he was greeted by Grandma Tian's angry punch.

Justice punches!

The fist hit him right on the bridge of his nose, and blood immediately started flowing.

"Fuck, you..."

The old monk covered his nose in pain and subconsciously wanted to punch back.

As a result, the fist was caught by a broad palm.

Then with a "click", the silver-white handcuffs were directly handcuffed to his wrists.

"What are you doing?"

"She hit me, you handcuffed her, why handcuff me?"

"You still want to cuff me?"

Grandma Tian took advantage of the policeman who was pulling her away and rushed forward swiftly, kicking the old monk hard in the crotch.

Cut off all descendants!
The monks and police officers around all gasped.

This kick made Master Tingxian roll his eyes and jump up and down, screaming “Ah, Ah, Ah” continuously.

……

……

It was half past nine in the evening and Zhang Yang hadn't gone to bed yet.

He is replying to messages on Douyin.

I have been so busy making Buddha statues recently that I almost forgot that I have a Douyin account with more than 8,000 followers.

Many netizens sent him private messages, wanting to buy imitations from him.

Zhang Yang picked out a few accounts that had been asked repeatedly several times, and those people looked more anxious.

I sent them a price list of my own.

[Bronze Ware from Shang and Zhou Dynasty——starting from 12000/piece]

[Prehistoric Jade/Han Dynasty Jade——8000/piece]

【…】

【Metal Buddha statues from various dynasties——starting from 10000/piece】

[Note: If the total number is more than 5 pieces, you can arrange it directly, otherwise you may need to combine the orders]

Zhang Yang is not short of money at the moment, and his desire to take action is not very strong.

I was thinking of taking some time out recently to buy Wu Laoer’s yard.

To become bigger and stronger, we start by expanding the workshop.

After replying to Douyin, Zhang Yang went to the forum to read the posts.

Someone asked for the price...

"Dong Dong Dong, Zhang Yang, are you asleep?"

Grandpa Lu asked outside the door.

"what's wrong?"

Zhang Yang stood up and opened the door.

I found the old man standing outside the door with a depressed look on his face, like a soldier who had just lost a battle.

"I have something to ask you. That Buddha statue is made of metal. Will it affect the sound transmission?"

“Will there be a situation where something is playing inside but no one outside can hear it?”

"That definitely won't happen. Is there something wrong with Grandma Tian?" Zhang Yang asked speculatively.

The tone and manner in which the old man spoke made it clear that he was not happy during the phone call.

It is highly likely that the Buddhist scriptures have not been released.

"Then it's possible that the player is broken."

Grandpa Lu said to himself:
"Okay, Zhang Yang, go to sleep. I'll go check on the situation tomorrow."

"OK, then Grandpa, you should also go to bed early."

Zhang Yang knew that when his grandfather said to go and see what was going on, he should be referring to Grandma Tian's place.

I didn’t pay much attention to it.

I never expected that after my grandfather left, he would just disappear.

We were out of contact for four or five days.

It was only when Xiao Shen took the initiative to tell Zhang Yang that he found out that his grandfather was forcibly taken away for a trip abroad by Shen Yiyi's mother.

"Alas, grandpa's Shen Jiayi was sent to prison by him personally."

"I heard it was a crime of stealing cultural relics."

"My mother and my second aunt took him out to travel and heal his injuries."

"I won't be back until next month."

Shen Yiyi finished speaking and sighed.

But Zhang Yang could see that the girl was trying to hold back her laughter.

After sighing, less than half a minute later, Xiao Shen asked Zhang Yang with a beaming face:
"Brother, do you want to take one last look at the chimes I imitated?"

"I will bring it to school the day after tomorrow to participate in the social practice results display."

Zhang Yang looked at Xiao Shen's expression and for no reason, he felt worried for the teachers and students in the History Department of Qingzhou University.

(End of this chapter)