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On the eighth day of the lunar month, the so-called Laba Festival among the folks, since the beginning of the Han Dynasty, there is Laba sacrifice to the god of Laba, the people will get up early in the morning and boil a pot of grain porridge mixed with red dates, peanuts, almonds, chestnuts, walnuts and other things, the porridge becomes regretful and mixed with brown sugar coloring and its name is said: eight-color fragrant porridge; And a few bowls will be placed on the patio, grinding plate or pigs, cows, horses and sheep on the pen, in order to express the meaning of celebrating the harvest and welcoming the auspicious sacrifice to the god of wax.

But for the good men and women of the Buddhists, the eighth day of the lunar month is given another meaning, according to legend, before the Buddha Shakyamuni attained the Tao, there were six years of ascetic-like ascetic life, so that the body was weak and tired and dying, a shepherd girl saw this and cooked a bowl of milk porridge for him to eat, the Buddha recovered after eating, so bathed and changed clothes under a Bodhi tree and became a Buddha, so this day in the eyes of Buddhists is the day of the Buddha's enlightenment.

In many Buddhist festivals, this festival is even more so, every Laba, pilgrims have incense to pray, and there are also boiled porridge to be offered on the altar, imitating the shepherdess's trip to deliver milk porridge, to show respect for the Buddha.

Although the people of Yangzhou have experienced the previous catastrophe, their vitality has not yet recovered, and every family is living tightly, but on this day, the people who are devout to the Buddha still rush to Daming Temple early in the morning to burn incense and worship the Buddha; There are even ladies and ladies from large families who put up a long queue and carry all kinds of fruit animals to come to incense.

The monks of Daming Temple are busy sweating profusely, the halls are overcrowded, several old monks are busy arranging ceremonies, chanting scriptures, and the monks are also shuttling back and forth, constantly maintaining order and welcoming pilgrims.

From the time of the hour, until the end of the time, the flow of people in the Daming Temple has not been interrupted, there are no less than a thousand people who come and go, and some pilgrims stay and do not leave to beg for fasting, to listen to the monks chanting and blessing, and some to listen to the abbot's preaching, in short, a commotion, the whole Daming Temple has become the most lively place in Yangzhou City this morning.

After a while, the crowd gradually thinned, people fulfilled their wishes, holding the temple to open the ornament bronze mirror and other things have left, at this time, a group of more than 20 people, carrying a black sedan chair into the mountain gate.

The sedan chair stopped outside the mountain gate, the sedan curtain was opened, and an old man in black got off the sedan chair, neither burning incense and kowtowing, nor giving alms to listen to the scriptures, and even the monk who was guarding the round door leading to the meditation room saluted him, he did not take care of it, but went to the meditation room in the backyard with a light car.

The more than twenty men who came with him did not follow up, but scattered around the monastery and wandered around.

This old man is Feng Laohu, in Daming Temple, he is also a person with status, the abbot's disciple, that is the uncle and ancestor of many monks, and besides, he is the benefactor of Daming Temple, giving tens of thousands of dollars to rebuild the Manjushri Temple, in the eyes of the monks of the temple, it is simply a great savior, these monks have half a year of food and clothing is provided by this Puji, so for his indifference, the monks have no complaints.

Feng Laohu turned the iron egg in his hand, and slowly walked along the path shaded by trees in the backyard to the meditation room, every time he arrived here, Feng Laohu's mood was exceptionally good, and somehow, as soon as he entered the backyard of the meditation room, the noisy voices outside and the sound of chanting rattles became ethereal, and his mood calmed down suddenly.

I remember a few years ago, I accidentally came here to play, strayed into the backyard meditation room, overheard the abbot of Shanxiang was preaching and chanting for the monks in the temple, he was fascinated by the listen, although he could not give up the prosperity of the world, but the nightmare entangled in the middle of the night made him miserable.

The older a person gets, the more he has an indelible memory of what he has done before, but Feng Jingyao's memories are not pleasant to him, he has killed so many people in this life, and there are always some bloody scenes that always fall into dreams, making him sleepless; He also asked the warlocks around him, and he also listened to their advice to set up an altar to exorcise evil spirits, but it didn't work.

Of course, Feng Jingyao is not afraid of these, but these memories make his heart always in a state of anxiety, obviously very uncomfortable, for him, killing people is not a problem, from the day he was expelled from the division, he began to use his own hands to sweep the obstacles in front of him, he likes, and even enjoys this kind of tense and fearful life, at that time he will not have nightmares at all, every time he sweeps an obstacle, in exchange for a large amount of money and a higher and higher status, the feeling of climbing on the edge of the cliff, It made him feel incredibly stimulated.

I don't know when he has become a smooth road in front of him, he has become the emperor in Yangzhou, there is nothing he dare not do, and no one dares to say a word in front of him, it stands to reason that at this point, he should be comfortable and satisfied, but in fact it is not.

Those bloody memories, those dying curses and wails kept him awake at all, so he tried every means to avoid these nightmares, he could torture women all night long, he could soak in the hot springs all night and count the meteors in the sky, he could ride a precious horse bought for a hundred taels of gold on the road all night, in short, as long as he could get rid of the entanglement of those nightmares, he would do it with pleasure.

He knew that he had become an alternative in the eyes of the people around him, but he didn't care, as long as he could calm his mood, he could do anything; Having said that, no matter what weird moves he Feng Jingyao makes, it is a matter of course, because he is the tiger of Yangzhou, and he is the absolute master of this land.

After eavesdropping on the lecture of the old monk of Daming Temple that day, Feng Laohu was about to accept the torture of nightmares as usual that night, and suddenly he found that he had slept until dawn, dreamless all night, and the sweetness was abnormal.

This is something that has not been done for many years, and those who do not sleep well know how happy it is to be able to sleep soundly all night until dawn, which is not determined by how high your status and how much money you have.

Feng Jingyao, who was puzzled, trembled until the evening of the second day, but unfortunately the old dream came back, and it was another torturous night; Feng Jingyao pondered the reason, and an apprentice beside him reminded him.

"Master, is it because I went to the temple yesterday and burned two pillars of incense, so the Buddha blessed the master, so I had a good night's sleep?"

Feng Jingyao will be suspicious, so he went to Daming Temple for the second time, this time he took the initiative to give a lot of money, and asked the old host to help him preach the scriptures, although he didn't understand it halfway, but after coming back that night, he actually slept well.

"Brother, it seems that you are destined for the Buddha, why don't you become a monk." When he talked about this matter to the blind third master of Nancheng, the blind third master teased.

One and wake up the dreamer, but it is impossible to become a monk, how can the fame of hundreds of millions of family businesses accumulated in most of his life be given up, isn't that a fool? But it is not impossible to be a lay disciple, and I am not asking for bliss after death, but I want to have no dreams at night, and I will achieve my goal.

But when he excitedly mentioned this matter to Master Shanxiang, the host of Shanxiang refused.

"Amitabha, Lao Gao never accepts lay disciples, if the donor is devout to the Buddha, he only needs to enter the incense and chant the scriptures, and there is no need to be Lao Gao's disciple."

Feng Laohu can't do anything about this old monk, he is an outsider, and he is the emperor of the soil in Yangzhou City, but no matter how long his hands are, he can't control the disciples of Buddhism; Depressed, he asked the old and sophisticated blind third master for advice, and the blind third master really gave him a good idea.

"The Manjushri Hall of Daming Temple collapsed, the Bodhisattva's golden body was exposed to the erosion of wind and rain, the imperial court did not allocate funds for repairs, and the folk pilgrims and believers did not have so much money and silver support, so as a condition, I am not afraid that the old monk will not comply."

Feng Laohu ran to give it a try, sure enough, the old monk was a little loose, the second time Feng Laohu brought the blind third master to go together, the price was higher, not only funded to help rebuild the Manjushri Temple, but also promised to give thousands of incense oil money to the temple every year, which has solved the worries of the monks in the temple.

This move really hit the weakness of Master Shanxiang, the old monk also carefully sent people down the mountain to find out his own details, Feng Laohu had already arranged, where the monks inquired, where there were their own people there to say good things for themselves, so the transaction was completed, smoothly entered the hall, and became a lay disciple of the monk Shanxiang.

Shanxiang is also conscientious, every time Feng Laohu and the blind third master go to the temple, they pull the two to talk about the Buddhist scriptures, although the two are not sincere, but with the Buddha as a backer, the heart naturally put down a big stone, and their stubborn illness is indeed effective, although the nightmare is still there from time to time, but there are many less.

Later, although Shanxiang knew Feng Laohu's identity, he also knew that he was his disciple just to get a good night's sleep, and he recited Buddha angrily; But the wood has already been completed, and he is reluctant to start the Manjushri Temple, so he can only swallow his anger and continue to be this master.

And Feng Laohu also knows the way, his own affairs can be hidden for a while, can not be concealed for a lifetime, once the temple is completed, the old monk turned his face and expelled himself from the door wall, it is a shame, so he is not in a hurry, a Manjushri Hall has not been built for almost two years, it is to delay time, take your time, pinch the old monk's weakness and do not let go.

Shanxiang told Su Jin about this last night, and Su Jin was sure to laugh and turn his back on his anger; The Buddha is in charge of the heavens and the earth, and he can't control the quality of people's sleep, Feng Jingyao can sleep soundly, in fact, this is just a self-psychological suggestion.

One of the most famous examples of psychological suggestion in later generations is that of a condemned prisoner who is blindfolded and tied in an empty room, and the experimenter cuts him in the arm, then asks him to listen to the sound of water dripping and tells him that it is his arm that is bleeding; With the sound of drops of water, the condemned prisoner also felt that the blood in his body was decreasing drop by drop, and finally he really died.

And Feng Jingyao's psychological hint to himself is that if he believes in Buddhism, he will not have nightmares, so this psychological hint becomes inevitable after an accident, and his nightmare experience is miraculously really better after becoming a disciple of Shanxiang.