Chapter 234 This kid is a Taoist priest
"Ah, Master Li, you are so good at explaining this sutra... Um, it's so beautiful to listen to."
"Yes, the Buddhist scriptures you preach... make people want to fall in love after listening to them."
"Nonsense, why do I want to become a monk with Master Xiao Li so much..."
"Two people being together is not called becoming a monk, that's called starting a family." Someone nearby said coldly.
…
Li Chu was sitting on the platform. The large crowd of people listening to the sutras below had already blocked the entire street. It was so crowded that there was almost no end in sight.
So many people gathered in one place, but there was no noise.
Because everyone was listening to him "lecturing" just now.
Yes, it is just a simple preaching - reading the whole scripture. If there is anything to praise, it is probably the fluent articulation and the low and sexy voice?
But everyone was fascinated by it.
In addition to Bai Lingchen and Mr. Bai who were sitting on another altar in the distance, they were once again experiencing the feeling of "evaporating from the face of the earth".
Mr. Bai was filled with grief and indignation.
I am dead again? How can you call this a lecture? You are just reciting the sutra! The most important thing in a lecture is to explain the sutra to everyone. This is the meaning of “lecture”.
It's simply because you changed your profession as a Taoist priest that you don't understand the scriptures! For this lecture, I at least prepared for a few days.
Bai Lingchen, who always relied on his handsomeness to commit crimes and never worked hard, never expected that one day he would be able to win in terms of "hard work"...
But she was rubbed on the ground because of her looks...
And it goes all the way to the eighteenth level of hell...
The sewers...
The rat hole in the...
The basement in...
But he didn't even dare to question out loud. The line of people who had just heard Li Chu preaching had lined up here. He just wanted to take the opportunity to gain some popularity and started preaching too, but he was yelled at by a dozen girls at the same time to "shut up."
This was simply unimaginable in the previous 18 years of his life.
He could only silently memorize Li Chu's face and secretly became angry in his heart.
Little Taoist priest.
Don't let me meet you again in the future.
Otherwise... I'll see you once! I'll hide from you once! After reciting a round of scriptures, the lecture record was already signed. Li Chu was about to finish work early when he heard someone below ask.
"Master Li, where do you usually practice..." A girl looked at him reluctantly: "Even if you are not a monk, there must be a temple you often visit."
"Hmm..." Li Chu hesitated and said, "I practice at Deyun Temple in the south of the city every day."
"Deyun..." The girl repeated: "Temple?"
"Watch."
Li Chu also repeated it emphatically.
"Weren't you just talking about Buddhist scriptures?" The girl next to him also lost confidence.
"Yes...but in fact, my main job is a Taoist priest." Li Chu said frankly.
"Then why are you attending the Buddhist meeting..." someone else asked in surprise.
Li Chu said seriously: "Part-time job."
…
White Dragon Temple.
On the top of Hongdu Mountain, a monk with a solemn appearance stood at the peak. The monk was wearing a red gold cassock and sandalwood Buddhist beads around his neck. He was tall and quite old. At first glance, he gave people a sense of depth.
It is the current abbot of Bailong Temple, Zen Master Fashan.
The leader of a well-known sect in the world today and an important figure in Shenluo City.
In front of him, there was another old monk with a hunched back, wearing a tattered cotton robe, with rags and swaying white beard. He was the one who captured the monster in the mountains last night.
Looking at the positions of the two people, the old monk stood in front of the cliff, gazing into the distance with a compassionate look.
Zen Master Fashan stood respectfully behind the old monk.
"Is this Buddhist meeting going to be easy?"
After a long while, the old monk finally asked.
"well."
Zen Master Fashan smiled bitterly.
"People's hearts are no longer the same, and the world is fickle. A temporary Huadu Convention has attracted all the attention. Our Buddhist meeting, with lectures and chanting of sutras, is not as good as beautiful women singing and dancing. We have thought of some ways, and hope to be able to maintain it."
"How come the Buddhist Association of Yunfu Temple is getting better and better? Our Buddhist Association, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is becoming less and less important. Have you ever reflected on this?" the old monk asked leisurely.
Although the words sounded like a reproach, there was no harshness in the tone.
“I have reflected on it.” Master Fashan replied.
"What's the result?"
"The people of Shenluo City..." Zen Master Fashan said, "They are not serious."
"Heh." The old monk couldn't help but laugh, "That's all you can think of?"
"If it wasn't for the Huadu Convention, the Buddha Fate Convention would actually be fine...but after this encounter, I realized what was more important to the people."
"In the early years, there were only a lot of brothels and wine shops in Shenluo City. Over time, they developed into a pillar industry and now have become a local feature." Zen Master Fashan shook his head and said, "Girls from other places are ashamed to live in brothels, but girls here all dream of becoming an oiran and making everyone fall in love with them. The people in this city are also proud of this."
"Why is the relationship between men and women so obsessive?"
"How strange."
“Forget it…” The old monk also shook his head. “Anyway, the success or failure of my White Dragon Temple does not depend on this Buddhist gathering.”
Master Fashan replied: "Yes... The future of Bailong Temple lies in Master..."
The old monk frowned, which was rare, and said in a cold voice: "As the abbot of a temple, you actually have such a desire to rely on others. How should you punish me?"
Upon hearing this, Master Fashan was also shocked and bowed his head, saying, "My disciple is confused. After the Buddha's fate is over, I will face the wall for three years."
"Yes." The old monk nodded slightly.
After a moment of silence, he continued, "During this southern tour, we went to Yunfu Temple. Jiang Yirong has not yet attained the Bodhi of the human world, so Master still has a chance."
"Clam?"
Zen Master Fashan was also delighted.
"But you must not relax. White Dragon Temple is yours and ours, but in the end, it is yours." The old monk reminded him again: "If you want to restore its former glory, you must strengthen yourself."
"Disciple understands."
Master Fashan agreed and suddenly raised his finger and said, "Look, the one coming up the mountain now is the second prince from the Bulao City in the Western Regions, Ye Shuo."
In the direction he pointed, through the vast clouds and fog, only people with extremely good eyesight could vaguely see a line of black dots winding up the mountain.
But the conversation between the two monks seemed to be right in front of me.
He was a young man with smooth blond hair, a delicate and elegant face, a gentle smile and a warm gaze. He was wearing a plain robe with round sleeves and was walking towards the White Dragon Temple step by step along the mountain road.
Behind him, there was a group of over a hundred people, of all shapes and sizes, who all looked like ordinary people.
Before him, some people who had preached the sutras came back one after another, but the number of believers who came with them ranged from a dozen to none.
A team as big as his is really exaggerated.
"Is this boy good?" asked the old monk.
"Yes." Zen Master Fashan said, "When he was in the Western Regions, he practiced under the seat of Aurora Bodhisattva. He has a very high level of enlightenment. When he first arrived, I had a long talk with him. The Buddhist teachings he learned are quite profound. I am also the most optimistic about him in this Buddhist meeting."
"Well, the young are to be feared." The old monk nodded without any sadness or joy.
Suddenly, he raised his skinny arm and pointed further away.
"What about that?"
Master Fashan looked in the direction he pointed and saw a longer team.
There were hundreds of people in that group, and the number was increasing. They were leaving the gate of Shenluo City and heading towards the foot of Hongdu Mountain. In comparison, the team just now was quite pale in comparison.
The first person was wearing a plain blue shirt.
Master Fashan's expression became a little embarrassed.
“This kid…”
"He is a Taoist priest."
(End of this chapter)
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