Chapter 280: Let No One Hear

Thinking is one thing, but you still have to say hello.

Mianmian put her hands together and greeted Yonghui: "Hello, Abbot Yonghui, I am Mianmian. Mianmian is late, I'm sorry."

Yonghui bowed his head and returned the greeting to Mianmian, still with his signature smile on his face: "Junior Sister Mianmian, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please take a seat. I am going to start preaching."

Mianmian nodded and looked behind her.

There were empty cushions next to Qingxu and Yongjue, as if they were left for them.

So she walked over with her short legs, her ancient-style dress fluttering in the wind.

The Jiang family does not belong to the Buddhist or Taoist sects. Today, since she was attending an important occasion, Mianmian wore the clothes that her mother would give her when she participated in important family activities in the mountains.

The clothes were light pink, of ancient style, and there were many of them. In order to keep warm, she put a cooling charm on herself and also gave some to her friends and nephew.

Because the friends were also wearing Jiang family clothes, this idea came to Bai Bai's mind. Then Mianmian asked everyone, including Yang Xian, and everyone agreed.

Mianmian actually felt very strange and asked Yang Xian why he agreed to wear Jiang family's clothes. However, Yang Xian did not give her a direct answer and only said that it was time to set off.

Yang Xian didn't want to say anything, and Mianmian didn't dare to continue asking.

The group of people sat down on the cushions. Yonghui on the stage put his hands together and said with a smile: "Since the distinguished guests have arrived, I will throw out some ideas and talk about my recent insights from reading the Ksitigarbha Sutra."

Yonghui began to recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra section by section, and added his own insights.

The golden light around him became brighter and brighter, and it fell around the people in the venue. Some of it fell around Mianmian as well. She was about to touch it out of curiosity when Yang Xian's voice came from behind: "Don't touch it."

Mianmian was sure that she heard Yang Xian talking and was curious.

But she was sitting in the front row and couldn't turn around to ask Yang Xian, so she could only stay still.

Yang Xian frowned at this time.

In his eyes of heaven, those golden spots of light were just superficial, and were actually black inside.

This is different from the situation when Mianmian started live streaming before. At that time, the light around Mianmian only had four colors: gold, gray, white and black.

Because he felt strange, Yang Xian concentrated more and more, wanting to see what was happening to Yonghui while he was preaching. But after he came into contact with Yonghui again, he felt a sharp pain in his brow, and the next second he could not see anything!

Yang Xian felt frightened, but he and Mianmian were too far away from each other, so it was not appropriate to talk any more.

Mianmian was actually using the talisman quietly.

Invisible Vajra Talisman.

She believed Yang Xian. Yang Xian said that the light could not be touched, so she decided not to touch it. She also inferred that what Yonghui said was not a good thing.

So, she decided to make sure that no one in the square could touch the light and hear Yonghui's voice.

With these small and continuous movements, some people who had their eyes closed, accepting the enlightenment of the Sanskrit chanting, suddenly felt nothing.

They opened their eyes and looked at Yonghui.

Seeing that Abbot Yonghui was still lecturing and had not stopped, he wondered: Could it be that Master Yonghui's realm had regressed? Why did his lecturing today not feel as refreshing as before?

Or are they just too useless?

These people made wild guesses in their minds and did not dare to reveal that they did not hear Master Yonghui's lecture clearly. They were afraid of being laughed at by people they knew, so they had to continue to endure.

As time went by, everyone in the square felt very uncomfortable. Unable to comprehend, they naturally lost their concentration and sat in a swaying position.

When the original monks of Fahua Temple saw this, they frowned and thought deeply.

They also found that today's lectures were different from the previous ones. This definitely did not mean that the abbot's realm had declined. So why were the people present like this? As time went on, the monks became anxious and wanted to interrupt Yonghui, but they were afraid of being criticized. They could only close their eyes and recite the scriptures silently to kill time.

Soon, it was already twelve o'clock noon.

Yonghui had just finished talking about the first volume of the Ksitigarbha Sutra when he opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Everyone, I am sorry to show you my shortcomings. These are the new insights I have gained in recent years. Do you have any questions that you would like to discuss with me?"

Yonghui's eyes fell on Qingxu: "Master Qingxu, do you have any advice for me?"

Qingxu flicked his whisk, appearing mysterious and profound.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes falling on Yongjue: "The principles of Buddhism are naturally different from those of Taoism. It is correct for you to communicate with Abbot Yongjue."

Yongjue: Old Niubishi, thank you so much!

Just now he felt a little bit of fluctuation, and then he heard nothing. If he didn't hear anything, he couldn't say anything at all. How could he communicate Yonghui's views with him?

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Qingxu is really good at cheating people.

When Yongjue was in a dilemma, a young man beside him lost his temper and, ignoring the look from his teacher, suddenly said loudly: "Abbot Yonghui, did you really say that just now? How come I can't hear anything after just three sentences?"

After hearing this, Yonghui frowned: "How could you not hear it? I just explained it in detail."

At this time, the monks from Fahua Temple approached Yonghui and told Yonghui that they had not heard it either.

The smile on Yonghui's face froze for a moment.

How come no one heard it? He had prepared for this lecture for a long time, just to let everyone know that Fahua Temple was no worse than Shifang Temple. Now that the first lecture was over, the people in the audience didn't even listen.

What is going on?

"Abbot Yonghui, I have an idea about what we didn't hear." A man sitting on Yang Xian's left suddenly spoke up, "Just now I heard this little brother say 'don't touch it', and then I couldn't hear anything else. I was thinking that this was a test from Master Yonghui, but now it seems that it's not the case?"

"I heard it too. It is exactly the same as what this senior brother said."

Once one person spoke out the truth, many others followed. At first, they were afraid that they would be laughed at by the people around them because they were not good enough. Now that someone has spoken out, they don’t have to be afraid anymore.

No one heard it, could it be that no one has wisdom and can't understand it? Yonghui looked at Yang Xian and said, "Donor, please help us solve our doubts."

Yang Xian was silent.

If he really wanted to solve the mystery, he certainly knew that it was Mianmian who did it. Because he said not to touch it, Mianmian listened to him and knew that those light spots were not good things, so he made a move so that no one present could hear it.

But if they really said it out loud, wouldn't Mianmian become the target of public criticism? When they first entered the square, these people were already complaining that Mianmian was late. If they heard that it was Mianmian who made them unable to hear, who knows what they would do.

But Yang Xian never lied. Although he had been wandering outside for eleven years, he always wanted to be an honest person.

What should I do? Yang Xian couldn't help but let his eyes fall on Mianmian in front of him.

(End of this chapter)