The old Buddhist monk put down his wine glass, looked at Ye Chen and asked.
Ye Chen nodded and replied: "Yes, but I'm mainly here to see your old monk."
"Oh, I wonder what Master Ye wants to talk to me about?"
The old Buddhist monk was a little confused, and a hint of confusion flashed across his kind eyes.
"I would like to borrow the Buddha Sect's golden bowl."
Ye Chen said something shocking, and his tone was so casual as if he was borrowing a ladle.
When they heard that Ye Chen wanted to borrow the Buddhist treasure, the golden bowl, Xiao Wuhen and Zhuge Kong both looked at Ye Chen with wide eyes, as if they had seen something incredible.
Zhuge Kong almost spit out a mouthful of Bodhi Drunk, but he tried his best to hold it back, and complained wildly in his heart: Brother Ye, you are going to heaven!
Xiao Wuhen was much calmer, after all, he had witnessed Ye Chen's "audacity" more than 20 years ago.
But I still couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Brother Ye, you always play by your own rules.
The golden bowl is a magical instrument left by the Buddha, a relic of the Buddha, and a symbol of Buddhism. It is sacred and inviolable.
Ye Chen actually dared to ask to borrow the golden bowl!
This is as outrageous as going to Shaolin Temple and asking to borrow Bodhidharma's wooden fish.
Upon hearing this, the old monk Buddha was also stunned, and his hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
The golden bowl has always been enshrined in the Buddhist Hall and has never been taken out of the Buddhist Hall, let alone lent to outsiders.
This is the treasure of the Buddhist sect, symbolizing the inheritance of Buddhism. How can it be shown to others easily?
but……
The one who asked to borrow money was Ye Chen.
If it were someone else, he would have been either beaten to death or driven out of the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect long ago.
But looking at Ye Chen's expression, he didn't seem to be joking. There seemed to be something profound hidden in his deep eyes.
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