Upon hearing Ye Ran's words, Wuzhe was startled and involuntarily took half a step back, a hint of panic flashing across his face.
“Master, what do you mean by this? I came alone, where did this fellow disciple come from?”
Wuzhe looked troubled, clasped his hands together, and his voice trembled slightly.
Ye Ran smiled slightly and pointed to Duobao, Wang Xianghe, and himself beside her:
"Does Senior Brother disown us junior brothers?"
Wuzhe's expression immediately changed drastically, and he waved his hands repeatedly:
"No, no! The Taifo Temple has invited representatives from specific temples, and each temple has a limited number of slots. Our Dasheli Temple only has one slot, and besides, you all still have beards and hair, I'm afraid..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Ran turned and gently nodded to Wang Xianghe and Qin Guangxiao beside him.
A strange light flashed, and all the hair on their heads fell off, leaving them bald.
Then he patted Duobao's bald head.
"Any other requirements?"
Before Wuzhe could even speak, Wang Xianghe screamed in agony: "My hair!!!"
Wang Xianghe, his eyes red, was about to grab Ye Ran.
"Ye Ran, you owe me back my beautiful hair! I had this done by a top-notch stylist, specially for meeting your aunt!!"
While blocking Wang Xianghe's hand, Ye Ran comforted him, "The bigger picture is important, the bigger picture is important. If it's too late, I'll use my life force to make up for it..."
After appeasing Wang Xianghe,
Ye Ran finished tidying her clothes and looked at Wu Zhe awkwardly: "Is everything alright now?"
Wuzhe stood there, stunned, staring at the group of people in front of him.
Ye Ran and the others were already extremely handsome, and now that they've shaved their heads...
I have to admit, these people in front of me look more like Buddhists than actual Buddhist monks...
However, Wuzhe still looked hesitant and stammered:
"This...this isn't a matter of resemblance..."
"What's the problem?" Duobao asked impatiently, his face showing displeasure.
Wuzhe took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "It's not that this humble monk doesn't want to take you all in, it's just... it's..." A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, "It's just that our Great Relic Temple is poor, and the Taifo Temple requires every participating monk to... to pay a certain offering. Our temple only has one spot, and if we need more spots..."
"You want more money, huh?" Wang Xianghe said bluntly. "That's the real reason you don't want to take us in, isn't it...?"
Wuzhe looked ashamed and lowered his head, saying, "I am truly ashamed. It is not that I am unwilling to help, but our Great Relic Temple is indeed poor, and the Taifo Temple is asking for too much. I am simply unable to bear it..."
Ye Ran smiled slightly: "It's alright, we'll pay our own offerings. How much does Taifo Temple want?"
Wu Zhuo replied, "Each spot requires 10 million Gara coins..."
"How much?!" Ye Ran was stunned for a moment.
"Tsk, this Taifo Temple doesn't really look like a temple... Here's forty million, take it first."
As he spoke, Ye Ran silently took out a card and handed it to Wuzhe.
"Now there shouldn't be any other problems, right?"
Wuzhe solemnly accepted the card: "No more, no more. Then this humble monk will lead you all there, but when we arrive at the Taifo Temple, we will need your cooperation..."
"Just lead the way..."
And so, led by Wuzhe, Ye Ran and his group made their way smoothly toward Taifo Temple.
When they arrived at the entrance of Taifo Temple,
A young novice monk at the entrance
Seeing Wuzhe approaching with several people,
He stepped forward and blocked their path.
"Amitabha Buddha, may I ask where our honored guest comes from?" the young novice asked respectfully, his hands clasped together.
Wu Zhuo nodded and replied, "This humble monk, Wu Zhuo, has come to Taifo Temple to participate in the Great Fasting Day Dharma Assembly on the orders of Master Wu Ku of Dasheli Temple."
"The Great Relic Temple..." The young novice monk picked up the list and began counting from top to bottom.
Finally, after finding the Great Relic Temple in the last few lines,
He looked up again at Wuzhe and Ye Ran and the others behind him, and asked in confusion:
"Our invitation from Taifo Temple clearly states that only one representative from your temple is invited. We wonder who these representatives are…?"
Wuzha looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "These are my fellow disciples. They were originally practicing outside the mountain, but they happened to return today. Upon hearing about the Great Fasting Day Dharma Assembly, they wished to come together to learn the Dharma... If possible, we are willing to make up for the offerings these disciples made..."
The young novice raised an eyebrow, a look of understanding on his face, then said with a smile, "I see, no problem, no problem..."
He then took out the card reader:
"Credit card or cash?"
This scene caused Ye Ran and the others' lips to twitch slightly.
They really did associate this secluded mountain retreat with this POS machine...
At this moment, Wuzhu had already stepped forward.
He handed the prepared card to the young novice monk: "Little Master, this is an offering from our four junior brothers. Please accept it."
The young novice monk took the card and skillfully inserted it into the POS machine.
"Sizzle..."
With the machine constantly beeping
The list was slowly expelled.
Only then did the young novice monk look up and say with a smile:
"It seems the offerings are sufficient..."
Wuzhe: "Then I'll take my junior brothers inside first?"
"No, no, no..." Just as Wuzhe was about to lead Ye Ran and the others inside,
The young novice monk spoke again:
"In principle, you may all enter, but I still need to verify your identification documents..."
Inspect the keepsake?
Wuzhe's expression changed: "So many people are coming and going without being checked, why should we check?"
"Don't want to be checked? That's fine too..." the young novice said with a smile, then quietly extended his right hand.
Its meaning is self-evident...
Looking at the novice monk's movements,
Ye Ran and the others exchanged glances.
Wang Xianghe's lips twitched, and he whispered, "Liu Da really wasn't lying, the Taifo Temple is in such a state..."
“Who says otherwise? Taifo Temple is one of the most prestigious temples in the Mahayana Buddhist tradition of the Kingdom of Jialuo, yet it has fallen into such a state… Sigh, no wonder we haven’t heard from Jialuo in recent years, it has declined…” Duobao echoed quietly.
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