Traveling through ancient times: starting with live streaming

The group carried a roasted pig, fruits, cakes and other items, and hired a band to play music and sing, all of which were tied with big red silk ropes.

Leading the way was an elderly man who looked to be in his early fifties, with a pale and thin face, wearing a purple robe and walking towards the Baohua Palace with a happy face.

Zen Master Yuanjue personally stepped forward and greeted him: "Amitabha, donor, you have come to my humble temple so early in the morning to offer sacrifices to the Buddha's body."

The man in the purple robe recognized Master Yuanjue and put his hands together, "Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you. Master, I am here to fulfill my vow. The Goddess of Childbirth that I have worshipped for three years has finally appeared. Last night, the one in my family really gave birth to a son. Our Wang family now has an heir."

"Amitabha, may Buddha bless you." Zen Master Yuanjue was a monk and did not tell lies. He wanted to find an excuse to stop them, but his brain had not been used for many years and was already frozen. He did not know how to continue.

Zhou Chang was hoping for the best, and whispered behind him, "Master, if there are a few dozen missing from hundreds, it's hard to tell. How do you know this donor's is not among them?"

"Amitabha." Zen Master Yuanjue chanted the Buddha's name and stood still. In the end, he could not convince himself.

Zhou Chang winked at Shusheng.

Shusheng understood and stepped forward to lead the way: "Donor Wang, your heart is sincere and your blessings are great. Please come in, please come in."

The man in the purple robe walked into the Baohua Hall joyfully and went straight to find the fertility-giving Guanyin that he worshipped.

Everyone was worried and turned around unconsciously.

The purple-red robe searched for a long time, but only saw an empty square: "Strange, why is the Goddess of Childbirth gone?"

"Could it be that the donor remembered the wrong location? Is it over there?" Shusheng pointed to a temple in the distance.

The purple-red robe only turned his head to take a look and was very sure: "No, my disciple is sincere, and the one I offer is a circle bigger than that one."

It is obvious that these people are sincere and have plenty of money, making them a perfect fat sheep.

Zhou Chang seized the opportunity and stepped forward: "Excuse me, benefactor, did you or Ling Zheng have an unusual dream last night?"

"Ah, yes," the man in the purple robe thought without hesitation, "My wife said she dreamed of walking under a fruit tree, and a fruit fell and hit her head. She woke up suddenly, and then her fetus started to move, and she gave birth to a son. Our father had been waiting for decades, and my wife was already over 40 years old. She felt hopeless, but she didn't expect..."

Zhou Chang didn't have the patience to wait for him to get excited anymore: "That must be the Bodhisattva appearing. The fruit that fell must be a plum, which means giving birth to a child."

"Really?" The purple-robed man was still very happy, willing to believe anything. "But Madam seemed to say it was an apple."

"It's all the same. It means to give birth to a child. Once the Bodhisattva has completed the task, the golden body will be taken back and will no longer remain in the human world." Zhou Chang made up a lie. "It's not just your family. Last night, the Buddha appeared in my dream and revealed his presence to me. All the golden bodies that were promised will be taken back."

"Yes, so it is really the Bodhisattva's miracle." The man in the purple robe did not doubt it, and clasped his hands together and bowed to the sky, "In this case, disciple, disciple will offer another golden statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva to bless my son to pass the imperial examination and become the top scorer in the imperial examination in the future."

"Of course, of course, anyone who is hit by an apple is not an ordinary person. If the last name is Niu, it would be even better." Zhou Chang lied in his heart.

"Oh, Master, how did you know that my wife's surname is Niu?" The man in the purple robe couldn't help himself, and the wrinkles on his face trembled with excitement.

"Ah..., really? This is such a coincidence..." Zhou Chang's intestines were in a mess but his mind was racing. As expected, one lie has to be covered up with ten lies. How could it be such a coincidence?

"Last night, the Buddha came into my dream. It doesn't matter if it was your family. Please look, there are dozens of families here. They are all sincere and have reached the right time. The Buddha took back the golden statues they offered. It was a manifestation." Zhou Chang made up a story haltingly. "As for your son in your old age, it was one of the Bodhisattvas who was muttering something. Although I couldn't hear it clearly in my dream, I did hear something about a family with the surname Niu, and the God of Literature descended to the world..."

There couldn't be any more, and Zhou Chang couldn't make up any more, but looking at the old man in the purple-red robe he could already fill in the blanks in his own imagination.

“Amitabha, Amitabha,” the man in the purple robe was already in tears, crying with joy. He didn’t know how much he had imagined in his mind, and he knelt on the ground all of a sudden, “I wish to worship Buddha devoutly for the rest of my life, and increase my offerings threefold.”

The situation was reversed. After this operation, the rumor of the Buddha's appearance at Dafu Temple spread like wildfire. Those who did not believe it would not believe it, but those who believed would make up their own stories.

In less than half a day, the news spread throughout the imperial city.

After Zhou Chang settled the matter, the first thing he did when he returned to Shuchen Courtyard was to change his clothes and wash up.

When the monk's robe was being washed for the third time, Zen Master Yuanjue walked in.

"Master, why are you here? Please come in." Zhou Chang threw the monk's robe back into the basin and had to wash it at least twice more later.

When Master Yuanjue entered Shuchen's meditation room, he did not sit down but asked directly: "Shuchen, is it true that the Buddha took back the golden body in a dream?"

He had wanted to ask about it a long time ago, but he was entangled by the purple robe just now. Later, the believers who came to burn incense also heard about it and asked all kinds of questions, so he did not leave for a while.

"Really, I don't lie." Zhou Chang assured her. Anyway, her "live streaming with goods" has the same effect as the Buddha taking it back.

Master Yuanjue's expression did not change at all. He just looked at Zhou Chang deeply and said, "Since you know that monks do not tell lies and you are telling the truth, I don't need to worry about the consequences of your actions in the future."

"No, no." After saying this, Zhou Chang felt guilty. But if there really was any retribution, he would let her bear it. It had nothing to do with Shuchen.

"Then I have nothing to worry about. There is only one thing left," Master Yuanjue looked around the dust-free house and the dust-free clothes, "You have achieved a certain state, but you still can't let go of a 'pure appearance'. Now that we are going north, I don't know if we will meet again. But if you still cling to this pure appearance and can't get rid of it, it will delay your progress and you can only stop moving forward in this life."

"Yes, Master's teachings, I will remember them in my heart." Zhou Chang didn't understand at all, he wrote them down for Shu Chen.

After seeing off Zen Master Yuanjue, Zhou Chang washed the monk's robe twice and hung it out to dry.

It was still early and I couldn't fall asleep again after just waking up.

The remaining time was easy for Shuchen to pass, he just had to continue cleaning the house.

Zhou Chang discovered that although Shu Chen was wiping the tables, chairs and clothes on the surface, his mind was actually extremely calm during the process. He knew what his body was doing, but there was not a single thought in his head.

In this state, there is no time, and when you come out again, another whole day has passed.

Zhou Chang couldn't miss dinner today, so he headed towards the dining hall.

When passing by Baohua Hall, a familiar figure suddenly came into view.

Yuan Qi came hurriedly, wearing a water-blue dress, followed by He Xi.

She also heard the news and wanted to come and see if the enshrined Buddha body was still there.

Zhou Chang followed and saw Yuan Qi enter the Baohua Hall. He immediately noticed that the largest golden Buddha he worshipped was still standing there.

The whole body shook.

Zhou Chang could feel her disappointment just from her back.

It turned out that she believed it, or rather, she didn't believe it before, but had to believe it now.

It’s not that Yuan Qi had no customers placing orders for Buddha statues, but that Zhou Chang directly rejected them. At that time, he didn’t expect things to develop in this way.

"No need for a Buddha statue, I am that Buddha statue." Zhou Chang spoke silently in his heart.

Although she has never believed in gods or Buddhas, she always believes deep down that good people will be rewarded.

Yuan Qi and Yuan Yu, a father and daughter, two good people, should not have received bad retribution. If God does not intervene, then she will do it for them. "Whenever someone praises me, I worry that they are not praising me enough.

When others collect something, I worry that they won’t see enough.”