Chapter 533 ·Sarky

But even so, some people still showed resentment and shouted at the top of their voices, "How could you do things like Jingci Temple? You are here to cheat under the name of Zen Master Zhengding and sell dog meat with the title of sheep. If it weren't for Zen Master Zhengding, who would have gotten up early to show your kindness? If you don't give me a lecture in your temple today, I will insist on spreading this matter and let the world judge it. Who would still rush to Jingci Temple to listen to your nagging in the future?"

The attending the Scripture-listening conference were all female relatives. They were used to being in charge of family affairs on weekdays, so they naturally had a very bad temper. However, this female pilgrim was cheating and sheep-headed and dog-headed. Such nonsense in the temple was shocked.

But the person who spoke could not feel it. He pinched his waist with his hands and looked like he would not be good at Jingci Temple.

Seeing this, the little novice monk turned red and didn't know how to reply for a while.

At this moment, a bald monk in his fifties walked in slowly. He looked like he was not at his own business, not as if he was here to solve the problem, and he was strolling in the garden as if he was visiting his own back garden. However, his brows were always frowning, and with a square face with a square national character, it looked a little bitter and lifeless.

Some of the pilgrims recognized him immediately and whispered to remind the people around him, "This is Guangli, the eldest disciple of Zen Master Zhengding."

The person who was originally muttering quieted down and stared at Guangli with concentration, wanting to see how he would solve the situation in front of him.

Guangli sat down on the cushion without saying anything, and did not even look up and glance down. He closed his eyes and closed his hands and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

The sarcastic woman who spoke before obviously recognized him, and she widened her eyes and said, "What does this mean? Go and invite Zen Master Zhengding to come out. I want to ask him in person, you monks who have become monks are arrogant, can you not take people seriously?"

Guangli slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "Please forgive me for being a female donor. The master has a guest visit today, so it is not convenient to come out to meet. If you have anything to say to the little monk, then the little monk will forward it to the master."

The sarcastic woman said, "I heard that it was Zen Master Zhengding who came out to preach, but you did not care about the feelings of us like this. No matter what, I have to give you a lecture today, I also want to see what you can say."

Zhengding was extremely calm when he heard the sound, and his eyes and eyebrows didn't even move. "But I don't know where the female donor heard the lectures by the master? There have always been preaching in the temple. For example, my junior brother Guanghong often came to talk about the "Diamond Sutra", Guangshan often came to talk about the "Diamond Sutra", and I mostly explained the "Heart Sutra". The master has been focusing on practicing in recent years and has not preached much. Could the female donor be wrongly listened to the news, which led to such a misunderstanding?"

The words were said without any fluctuation, and there was no fluctuation in the sound, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

After hearing this, Mrs. Ding whispered to Mrs. Zhang, "Don't look at Master Guangli who doesn't say much, but if you really mess with him, you're really intolerant."

Mrs. Zhang said, "But he said it well. Jingci Temple never said that Zen Master Zhengding came out today. Everyone was told by you and I. Who was the one who preached the scriptures? The people of Jingci Temple had to decide on their own. What's more, just like the old lady said, "I'm kneeling in sincerity when I listen to the scriptures, so why do I have to pick people? I didn't have to bring all the things in the world to the temple. Although it's a pity to hear Zen Master Zhengding preaching, everyone has their own fate, so it's useless to force it. What's more, people who can understand can understand no matter who can speak, and who can't understand it still can't understand it."

Mrs. Ding nodded in admiration, "Sister, you know clearly that I am far inferior to you."

When the two of them were talking, the woman with a sarcastic look on her face had already jumped up and choked Guangli, "You said that it was from you. Is it too late to turn against others now? Monks do not lie. If you say this, what else can you worship Buddha and recite sutras?"

Guangli still looked calm and whispered to the man, "Female donor, the world's affairs can only be justified. Since you said that the matter that the master is particular about today was transmitted from Jingci Temple, please tell you what the monk's Dharma name is. I asked him to explain it to you in person. If you don't remember the Dharma name, do you still remember the characteristics of that person? I can also call all the monks in the temple. Please correct me one by one. Do you think this arrangement is good?"

In this way, things will be a big deal.

When everyone heard this, they quickly said good things, "What a big deal, why do you have to do this? Ding is Ding Mao or Mao? Let's forget it. Whether it is Zen Master Zhengding or Zen Master Guangli, they are all skilled in Buddhism. Anyone who preaches is good, we just listen humbly."

Someone else went to pull the sarcastic woman, "Sit down quickly and stop causing trouble."

Mrs. Zhang didn't recognize her and asked Mrs. Ding curiously, "Who is this? I have never seen her before. Did she come from another place?"

Mrs. Ding shook her head, "No, this is a woman from an oil mill named Lu. The man was the second in the house, so others called him Lu Er and called his wife Lu Er. This man is not a good-for-nothing lamp on weekdays, and rarely comes to the temple to listen to scriptures. I have only seen her twice at the incense meeting. I have heard people talk about her, but I am not very familiar with her."

Mrs. Tang listened to it, feeling that the second wife of Lu's name sounded very familiar, but for a moment, she couldn't remember where she had heard it. She looked up at Madam Li with a puzzled look on her face.

Madam Li calmly raised a finger to her.

The master and servant have been together for decades, and the tacit understanding between Mrs. Tang and Madam Li is naturally extraordinary, but looking at this gesture, Madam Tang knew that Madam Li was referring to the eldest wife.

When it comes to the eldest son, you naturally have to think of Xiang Niang.

Mrs. Tang suddenly realized that when Wu Jie came to reply to him before, she mentioned that Luo Xiuchun had a good relationship in addition to Aunt Xiang, who seemed to be the second lady Lu.

Mrs. Tang looked at Lu Er's wife. She saw that she was burly and slightly bloated. She looked like a big round basin, with a thick layer of powder, and her behavior was rude, and she looked like a shrew in the city.

Luo Xiuchun even hooked up with people like this, which shows that he is not a good guy.

The second lady Lu was not a person who could suffer losses. Seeing that she had not taken advantage of anything, she snorted coldly, "Jingci Temple is just like this, and one day I will suffer a great loss. It depends on your virtue, so it's better not to listen!" As she said that, she turned her head and left the gate of the back hall.

Guangli was not affected by her words and said calmly, "Dear donors, please sit down, let's start preaching now."
Chapter completed!