The reason why I came to visit Jianren Temple in Xicheng District with Fang Xin was as follows:
Ever since the seven heroes escaped from the mental hospital, the mental hospital that Fang Xin once regarded as a holy place for meditation had changed.
More guards and more sentries were nothing to Fang Xin. The most important thing was that the patients with severe conditions were locked up separately. The distance between the wards increased from 5 meters to 50 meters. There were also layers of blockades in between to prevent patients from "connecting".
Fang Xin always thought that the ravings of the mental patients were the best white noise. Now, it was a luxury to even think about it, which made Fang Xin very depressed.
After the incident where the seven heroes attacked 28 Middle, the leader of the group, the white suit, was transferred to another hospital. The others were all monitored to varying degrees. Fang Xin no longer had any challengers in the mental hospital. Although the level of the opponents wasn't high enough, it was better than nothing. Now he was bored to death.
Since the mental hospital could no longer inspire his thinking, there was no point in staying any longer. Fang Xin contacted his father, Professor Bai, and completed the discharge procedures for him. Since he was not a manic psychopath, he was deemed to be no danger to society, so the director easily let him go.
After being discharged from the hospital, Fang Xin spent most of his time not going to the Happy Science Church to be his "Great Sage". Instead, he dressed like a retired cadre with his hands behind his back. He wandered around Dong Shan Lake and Daning River, trying to comprehend the truth of the universe from the scenery of the lake and mountains.
On Saturday, he suddenly found me and asked me to accompany him to Jianren Temple in Xicheng District. He said he wanted to prove to me the superiority of the Scientific Happiness Sect.
You want to flaunt that your cult is superior to Buddhism? How shameless. His face was as thick as a city wall. No matter what, Buddhism had accumulated thousands of years of wisdom from its ancestors …
However, I had overlooked one thing. Nowadays, whether it was a famous mountain, a great river, or a small house, the number of enlightened monks and lay Buddhists was as rare as a panda. In Jianren Temple, a place that charged a high price for admission and doubled the price on holidays, there were only a few true Buddhists, let alone eminent monks.
The reason why I agreed to visit Jianren Temple with Fang Xin was very complicated.
First, I needed to have a good relationship with Fang Xin, the true leader of the Scientific Happiness Sect, so I could get close to the causality calculation program and complete the deal with Ai ShuQiao.
Secondly, I was very curious. Would Fang Xin, who claimed to be a god, feel ashamed when he saw me now that he was the leader of a cult?
On top of that, Fang Xin didn't have to bring me along. Gong CaiCai had also been randomly selected to be the follower of the 'wise man'. She was extremely excited to receive such an opportunity. She felt that she was one step closer to achieving her dream. In order to prevent Gong CaiCai's worldview from being further destroyed, I decided to accompany Fang Xin and Gong CaiCai to Jianren Temple. I can use the religious knowledge my dad taught me at the dinner table to counter Fang Xin's fallacy.
Originally, Xiao Qin would have been a good choice for a troublemaking occasion like this, but Xiao Qin was taken to her uncle's birthday party by Auntie Ren and couldn't leave.
Thus, Sect Leader Fang Xin, along with me and Gong CaiCai, entered the entrance of the Jianren Temple, which was decorated with gold and silver, carved beams and painted walls, and hung a plaque.
Seeing Benevolence Temple took the meaning of "the wise see wisdom, the benevolent see benevolence." Although it was full of ancient meaning, it was always jokingly called "Cheap Temple", saying that the monks in this temple were all cheap people.
"Mr, Mr. Fang!"
After we met at the entrance of the temple, Gong CaiCai nervously chatted with Fang Xin. Professor Bai told us in advance that we shouldn't carelessly use internal titles like 'wise man' outside. We only need to call the sect leader 'Mr. Fang'.
"That's right." Fang Xin didn't change his posture with his hands behind his back. He glanced down at Gong CaiCai without any kindness or malice, "Your thoughts are pure and untainted. The fact that the causal calculation program chose you as my companion, it does serve as a contrast to the ugly appearances of those fake monks."
Gong CaiCai immediately blushed after being praised, "I, I only wanted to gain some wisdom by being by Mr. Fang's side. You can't say the monks in Jianren Temple are bad people, right? Although the tickets are a bit expensive … "
Come on! Even a Ms Perfect like you thinks the tickets are a bit expensive, let alone ordinary people. This temple was basically a money tree for the monks to amass wealth!
What was surprising was that Fang Xin brought me and Gong CaiCai into the temple openly. He didn't even need to pay the entrance fee after we reported our names. Moreover, the monk guarding the door respectfully called Fang Xin "Layman Fang". It turned out that Fang Xin was a cultivator with a certain level of prestige in the Buddhist world. He could enter all the temples in the country without any obstruction.
"These people are really blind!" As I followed behind Fang Xin, I complained in a low voice, "You started your career by researching Buddhism, but in the end, you created a cult like the Scientific Happiness Sect. The Buddhist world should declare you a traitor and throw you into a wok of boiling oil!"
Gong CaiCai hurriedly explained for Fang Xin: "The Scientific Happiness Conference is not a religion! Please don't talk about something as barbaric as throwing me into a wok of boiling oil … "
"Haha, actually Buddhism is not a religion either." Fang Xin calmly looked at the flowing clouds in the sky. "In the United States, many Christians also accept Buddhism as a philosophy of life. The ideas expressed in the Christian New Testament have many similarities with Buddhism. There are even rumors that Jesus was a Buddhist himself."
I pulled Fang Xin's arm slightly further away and asked: "Didn't you call yourself a god in front of me? Why are you acting normal in front of Gong CaiCai? "
Fang Xin smiled indifferently, "I'm just God's vessel. Sometimes God will leave my body to observe the world. You will know when he returns."
I curled my lips: "Your god is called Naru, right? It's really popular to raise other things in the body. Naruto also has a nine-tailed fox in his body … "
Today was the weekend. Although it was expensive to enter Jianren Temple, it still attracted a lot of people. Most of them were middle-aged and elderly people.
For today's trip, Gong CaiCai wore a simple yet elegant dress. A pale yellow silk shirt matched with a pleated skirt revealed a gentle aura, and a small jacket outside the shirt covered the size of her breasts as much as possible, as if it wasn't enough to show respect to the Buddhas if she didn't do so.
"Mr. Fang, I don't understand …" Gong CaiCai had a thirsty expression, "Buddhism has Buddha, Guanyin, and so many other deities, so why do you say it's not a religion?"
At this time, Fang Xin finally took his hands out from behind his back. He spoke in a clear and bright manner, as if he was giving pointers to the world.
"CaiCai, you've made a mistake. Buddha, also known as Shakyamuni, doesn't belong to the ranks of deities. He's a saint on the same level as Confucius. The title 'Shakyamuni' translates to 'Shakyamuni', and 'Buddha' means' enlightened '. People who truly understand Buddhism won't consider Shakyamuni as a god. He's just Siddhartha Gautama, the prince of the Pure Rice Kingdom. He's a saint who was worried about the world and finally became enlightened. "
In order to not let Fang Xin have the right to speak, I interrupted:
"As for Guanyin, I know about it. She's based on the Indian Brahmanism's twin horse gods. After the establishment of Buddhism, the twin horse gods were included in their system. They were called 'Horse Head Guanyin' or 'Horse Head Wisdom King'. At that time, Guanyin was still a man. However, the Chinese felt that if a man was responsible for delivering children, it would be a cuckold, so they changed Guanyin to a woman. "
After saying all of this, my nose grew longer like Pinocchio's. Most people wouldn't listen to their father talk about this kind of religious knowledge at the dinner table.
"Twin … Twin Horse Buckets?" A young novice monk with squinted eyes, who seemed to be only 18 years old, overheard a few words as he passed by and said in surprise, "Guanyin's original form is actually the toilet bowl god?"
Holy sh * t! Don't be a monk if you lack Buddhist knowledge. Twin horse boys are a pair of twin brothers, not a pair of toilet bowls. Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the heavens by slandering Guanyin?
"Not bad, you're very knowledgeable." Fang Xin nodded, "Twin horse boys are the traditional good gods of Brahmanism. Legends say they have great divine power and can restore sight to the blind, produce milk to bulls, and make rotten wood bloom …"
Hey! The blind man and Xiu Mu received good news, but did this god ask for the bull's opinion? I wouldn't be happy if I could suddenly produce milk.
Gong CaiCai, who was just about to pray to the Goddess of Mercy in the side hall of the temple, suddenly stopped after hearing Fang Xin's words. She didn't know if it was because the original form of the Goddess of Mercy, the two stable boys, liked to let the bulls give milk, which contradicted Gong CaiCai's wish to pray.
"Please bless my old man's illness …"
A white-haired granny was kneeling on a futon, sincerely praying to the seven-foot golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Who would have thought a fierce-looking monk would ruin the scene by knocking on the mahogany box in front of the bodhisattva — — it was filled with hundred-dollar bills.
"Hey! I don't want to scold you since you're so old, but you didn't buy any incense from our temple and used your own. That's against the rules! Now you're here to pray to Guanyin without any incense money, it won't be effective. "
"But, but." The granny awkwardly put her wrinkled hands into her pockets, "I already bought the tickets with the money I brought, and I still have to eat lunch …"
Looking at this evil monk who only cares about money, I feel like the nickname 'Wretched Temple' is not undeserved. It's a pity that there are always good men and women who listen to the propaganda and mistakenly believe this place has a long history, so they come here whenever they have time.
Long history my ass! The real Jianren Temple was torn down during the Cultural Revolution. I've even seen old photos of the monks at that time being forced to hold banners and write 'What Buddhist Scriptures, Bullshit' on them. The current Jianren Temple was rebuilt one kilometer away from its original location. The temple is not the temple from before, and the monks are not the monks from before. It has nothing to do with the long history of the original temple.
"Please, please don't make things difficult for the old granny …" Gong CaiCai took out 50 yuan from her wallet and put it into the merit box. She said to the evil monk timidly, "Just let the old granny worship Bodhisattva in peace."
If she was alone, she wouldn't dare to meddle in other people's business no matter how much courage she had. But right now, Fang Xin was here, and I was here. No matter what, the other side was still a monk, so Gong CaiCai finally mustered up some courage.
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