The two finished their meal quickly, and Liu Datong seized the time to arrange for people to investigate.

Ning Zhiheng rushed to the famous Fahua Temple in Nanjing.

Fahua Temple is built in the south of the city. It is said that it was built during the founding of the Ming Dynasty and has a history of more than 500 years.

The temple used to have a large construction area, but after storms, the area has now been greatly reduced.

The layout faces north and south, the temples are similar to the architectural form of the Song Dynasty, and the courtyards are three times in the courtyard, with a rigorous layout. The eaves and ridges are towering and the tall walls are a bit rich, but you can still see the original yellow pink color. The demeanor of the past is extraordinary.

When Ning Zhiheng arrived, there were not many pilgrims in the temple, and a few people were scattered in and out, and it seemed that the incense was just like that.

Walking in, a copper tripod in the middle of the front yard was filled with burning incense ash, and several burning Buddha incense were inserted on it, and the cigarette smoke was lingering.

There is a golden plaque with the words "Fahua Zen Temple" hanging on the middle door, which is plump and vigorous. There are "Prajna" and "Liberation" running script eyebrows and foreheads respectively.

The main hall is enshrined with a Buddha statue of Sakyamuni, smiling peacefully, with ears hanging down on his shoulders, and a cassock that looks solemn in kindness, vividly expressing Sakyamuni's expression when he became enlightened.

In the hall, an old monk in a commoner beats the wooden fish in the Buddha statue and recites scriptures softly. There are also two middle-aged monks who are welcoming guests and explaining the signatures, talking to several pilgrims.

Ning Zhiheng stepped forward and took three sandalwood sticks, lit them, and inserted them into the incense altar. He turned around and knelt on the cushion, folded his hands together, and recited the Lotus Sutra silently in his mouth, sincerely pious.

This was the first time he had come into close contact with Buddhism after he came to this world. He felt a sense of intimacy arises, and his mind suddenly became clear and peaceful when he recited the scriptures.

That familiar feeling made him feel as if he was in the Bodhi tree in the consciousness space again.

At this time, the old monk who closed his eyes and recited the scriptures opened his eyes and looked at Ning Zhiheng, who had already entered a state of forgetting in front of the Buddha. His eyes were filled with shock and suspicion.

This young pilgrim gave him a wonderful feeling, as if he was a fellow disciple who had been practicing together for many years, familiar and friendly! But the old monk did not say anything and closed his eyes again.

After a while, Ning Zhiheng silently recited a passage of scripture, left the state of forgetting, respectfully performed three bows and stood up, stepped forward and sent the prepared several bills into the box of merit.

A monk next to him glanced at him and his heart hopped unconsciously. Each one had a large denomination of ten yuan of legal currency. This time it was the first half of the month of incense.

Nowadays, people's livelihood is difficult, and the incense in temples cannot flourish. Most of the pilgrims who come on weekdays have incense of several or dozens of copper coins, and at most there are a few silver coins.

After one day, all the monks in the temple were just barely able to survive, otherwise the temple would not even be able to take out the money for repairing the temple walls.

The incense in the merit box is entirely voluntary, and it is based on the heart. Others do not know it. It is all decided by the pilgrimage.

Now seeing Ning Zhiheng making a fortune, he was immediately happy. He stepped forward a few steps and folded his hands together to salute: "Amitabha, the donor is sincere. The Buddha will definitely protect him more, eliminate disasters and difficulties, and be lucky and peaceful!"

Ning Zhiheng also put his hands together and returned, "Thank you for your auspicious words!"

"Is the donor petition or a petition?" Zhike Monk continued to ask.

This is a big customer, and you can't let it go easily. Once the reception is done, the temple can make a big investment.

"I came to fulfill my wish, and I also wanted to invite some magical instruments to worship. I wonder if the temple is more convenient?" Ning Zhiheng replied.

His purpose is to find Buddhist utensils that can help the growth of Bodhi trees, but he is not sure what kind of utensils are needed.

"Convenient, convenient! The magic weapon of this temple is the most effective. Many great officials and nobles come to our ** Zen Temple to seek magic weapon! Donor, you are right!" The monk's eyes lit up when he heard this.

This is really a matter of God’s wishes, and everything that he wishes come true. Before he could promote it, the donor took the initiative to ask for magic tools.

He looked at the old monk who was closing his eyes and reciting scriptures next to the Buddha statue. Seeing that the master did not respond, he asked Ning Zhiheng to go to the back hall of the temple, and then called his junior brother behind him to get the magic tools he had prepared on weekdays.

Usually, some Buddhist utensils are prepared in temples, such as small Buddha statues, rosary, wooden fish, vajra bells, vajra, snails, etc. They are specially invited to invite pilgrims who believe in Buddhism to go back to worship at home. Of course, it also requires a certain amount of incense money, which is also one of the important incomes of the temple.

The back hall is where monks usually rest, and there is no one. If Ning Zhiheng asks to rest on the cushion for a while, there will be many Buddhist magic weapons in front of him.

They are all common objects used to worship Buddha on weekdays. He reached out and picked up a small Buddha statue. This is a bronze statue of Medicine Buddha. It is quite exquisitely made and heavy.

"This is the statue of the Medicine Buddha, also known as the Buddha of Drinking Light, which can relieve the sufferings of sentient beings and cure diseases of sentient beings. Please go home to worship them. It will definitely remove all diseases and eliminate disasters and prolong life." The monk from Zhike saw Ning Zhiheng picking up the Buddha statue and carefully looking at it, and quickly promoted it.

This Buddha statue was specially made by a copper smith from Nanjing with good craftsmanship. It has a lot of copper materials and fine workmanship. It has much more conscience than the temples in later generations.

Ning Zhiheng did not answer, and held the Buddha statue in his palm and felt it carefully. However, there was no abnormality.

He ignored the surprised gazes of others, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest, and restrained his mind and entered the consciousness space.

He still appeared under the Bodhi tree, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures still came. He carefully observed the branches and green leaves on the Bodhi tree. There was still no movement, as usual.

He felt a little disappointed and withdrew from the space of consciousness. He put down the statue of the Medicine Buddha, but it seemed that there was no effect.

Then he picked up a wooden fish, closed his eyes and entered the consciousness space just now, carefully pondered the sensing, and then opened his eyes disappointedly, put down the wooden fish, and then picked up another one.

The monk Zhike looked at Ning Zhiheng and chose one by one, but still didn't choose one. He muttered to himself that this young man was a little weird, and each one was a good item, but he was not satisfied with it.

Ning Zhiheng felt that his thinking was a bit unreliable. It seemed that these so-called Buddhist magic tools were not good.

But he was still very patient. There were many Buddhist utensils. It can be seen that although the workmanship in front of him was good, they didn't take long to make it, which means they were all just like it.

"Master Zhike, I don't know if there are any better magic tools in the temple. If it is a bit older, I will definitely have the intention to offer incense!" Ning Zhiheng said.

"Donor is an antique that has a long history?" Zhike Monk was quick-witted and realized that Ning Zhiheng had another purpose, and might even be a so-called cultural relics dealer.

But antiques and cultural relics are not valuable since their age. There are items from Fahua Temple that are old, but they are not valuable. Otherwise, they would have been exchanged for money long ago. Do you really think these monks are uneducated?

The so-called antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times! Antiques and cultural relics today are really worthless. Even a few rich people collect them, they also collect some treasures of old age, and they don’t look down on those items with little value, because they have no collection value, so there are too many!

Ning Zhiheng saw the meaning of the monk Zhike's words, but he didn't care about his opinion. To a certain extent, the monk Zhike's monk was not wrong. He really wanted to find valuable magic tools, but the standards of this value were different.

On the other hand, the monk in the knowing world is not threatening him. On the contrary, as long as he really finds a magic weapon that is helpful to the growth of the Bodhi tree, regardless of whether the monk in the knowing world is willing or not, he has the means to obtain it.

This is the world, just taking advantage of tricks, but Ning Zhiheng feels that he should try not to use these methods.

"There are several magical instruments in our temple that are old. Please check them out!"

After a while, Zhike Monk, who had positioned Ning Zhiheng as a cultural relic dealer, took out two magic weapons. One was a dark-colored iron bowl, and the other was a wooden fish with a dragon head fish body shape.

Ning Zhiheng took it to check it out. He had a lot of research on antiques in his previous life and had good eyesight. These two magic weapons have indeed been a bit old.

The iron bowl should have been from the Ming Dynasty and was quite old, but it was not valuable at all. It would be better if it was made of gold and silver.

The wooden fish with the dragon head and fish body should have been from the Qing Dynasty because this type of wooden fish was very popular at that time. However, because it is popular, there are many that exist in the world, so it is not worth much.

However, Ning Zhiheng is not a real cultural relic dealer. What he values ​​is whether it can be helpful to the growth of Bodhi trees.

Unfortunately, the Bodhi tree in my mind still had no response, and it seemed that objects that were old were ineffective.

Ning Zhiheng was indeed a little disappointed, but he still did not give up. He felt that there would be no problem with his judgment direction. He just didn't find the right thing.

He stood up and said to the monk, "It seems that I have no fate to invite a suitable magic weapon."

The monk Zhike was also a little disappointed. He did receive a cultural relic dealer before, but like now, he didn't like anything here.

Fahua Temple has indeed been dilapidated for a long time, and the valuable treasures in the temple have been lost in the years of storms. Now this is only the only thing left.

It seems that there is nothing to gain today. He still smiled and lowered his head and closed his eyes: "Don't worry, don't worry, Buddhism emphasizes opportunities, everything goes with the flow!"

Ning Zhiheng continued: "Can I pay tribute to the temple? After all, I have always admired the hundreds of years of history of Fahua Zen Temple!"

He still wanted to see if he had any omissions, and many things would turn around after seeing.

"Of course, donor is free!" The monk from Zhike replied.

The temple was originally a place for pilgrims to admire, otherwise without their donations, where did these monks’ food and clothing come from? How could they keep guests away, especially those who are great patrons like Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng gave a brief tribute and turned away from the back hall. He felt that the main hall in front was more likely.

When several monks saw Ning Zhiheng go out, they were disappointed to pack up their utensils and do their own things.

Ning Zhiheng came to the hall, and the old monk with a decay still knocked on the wooden fish without moving, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. Two more believers were kneeling in front of the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha.

The hall is very large, with exquisite patterns carved on the walls and pillars, but they are already a little blurred.

Ning Zhiheng observed everywhere, touched gently with his hands and sensed with his heart whenever he went. He didn't even let go of the Buddha statue. But he still had no gains. In the end, he had to give up.

He left the main hall, and there were two side halls in the courtyard, which were worshipped by Medicine Buddha and Maitreya Buddha.

The incense at Fahua Temple is not very popular, and no one comes to the side hall, and there is no one left.

He also looked around. When he came to the statue of Medicine Buddha, there was an incense burner and a wooden fish on the chopping board, and a string of rosary bracelets covered with a layer of dust.

It seems that there is no incense in this side hall, and the monks are too lazy to clean it.

Ning Zhiheng also sensed the incense burner and the wooden fish, but still did not respond, but he touched the dust all over his hands.

Just as he held the rosary bracelet in his hand, he was shocked all over, and the strong sense that had been waiting for a long time appeared.

As usual, there was no sign of warning at all. Just when his fingers touched the rosary bracelet, his thinking was unconsciously pulled into the space of consciousness.

Unlike usual, the light in the space was bright and the Puti tree shook slightly, causing the six leaves to sway violently. It gave him the feeling of being like the joy of a hungry baby getting nourishing and nourishing!

The sound of chanting scriptures from the Bodhi tree became louder and louder, and the entire spiritual platform space of consciousness became cheerful.

That's great, that's the feeling! His thinking is correct, and the performance of the Bodhi tree completely verifies this.

Ning Zhiheng immediately withdrew from the space of consciousness. He wanted to see what the difference is in this rosary bracelet and why it can make the Bodhi tree perform like this.

Looking at the rosary bracelet in my hand, it is the kind that a very ordinary monk holds in his hands when chanting scriptures.

The rosary beads ground from ten ordinary hardwoods are dim in color, and some of them have cracks. It can be seen that no one has taken care of them.

Ning Zhiheng is sure that this is not a precious wood.

What he knew in his previous life was that the best rosary bracelets were made of agarwood, followed by yellow rosewood, and then small-leaf red sandalwood. However, this is not the case. At most, it is made of fragrant wood. It is very ordinary in this period.

The only difference is that at the end of the joint connecting the rosary, there is a small section for the dark yellow hoop joint used to decorate. The hoop joint is only three centimeters long, and it is not obvious that it is made of that material. It should be the finger bones of some kind of animal.
Chapter completed!