The incense is burning brightly, the Buddhist chants are ringing, and believers are kneeling devoutly in the magnificent main hall.
But in a quiet Zen room, a completely different scene was taking place.
The aroma of wine filled the air in the Zen room. Baili Hong drank the wine heroically with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Tsk tsk, old monk, your treasured Bodhi wine is indeed well-deserved of its reputation."
He put down the wine gourd and looked at the old Buddhist monk opposite him.
The old monk had a kind face. He held the wine glass in one hand and drank it all, while twirling the Buddhist beads with the other hand, smiling without saying a word.
Baili Hong has learned about everything that happened to Ye Chen in Xizhou during this period, including Ye Chen's involvement in the dispute between Mingyuan and Huikong's Buddhist disciples.
"Old monk, isn't this dispute between Buddhist disciples of yours getting a little complicated?"
"This bald donkey Wu Zheng has evil intentions and is obviously not a good person."
Baili Hong speaks without restraint, makes shocking remarks, and has no scruples.
"The apprentices he taught are not good people either."
"It's obvious that he's not cut out to be a Buddhist disciple."
"That young monk Mingyuan has extraordinary talent and a deep Buddhist nature. He's obviously a good candidate for the Buddhist profession."
"Why not just confer the title of Buddha on young monk Mingyuan?"
"Why bother with this?"
Baili Hong spoke frankly and made no secret of his disdain for Wu Zheng.
Only Baili Hong dared to complain to the old monk. If it were someone else, they would be regarded as participating in the power struggle within the sect.
The old Buddhist monk was still smiling, as if he didn't mind Baili Hong's words at all.
He knew that Baili Hong didn't mean that.
"Amitabha, Baili donor, the word 'fate' is wonderful beyond words."
The old monk spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic.
“Everything in the world has its destiny.”
“Some disasters are destined and must be experienced.”
"Only after experiencing these disasters can one..."
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Baili Hong waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the old monk's long speech.
"Old monk, please stop trying to be clever with me and telling me these convoluted truths."
He took a sip of wine, his eyes sharp as a knife.
"I think that old bald donkey Wu Zheng is going to attack my junior brother."
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