"Now there's a lot of talk out there, how should we respond?"
A white-browed elder pondered for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"Mingyuan is a rare talent that my Buddhist sect rarely encounters in a thousand years. We must never give up on him."
Elder Baimei's eyes were sharp and his tone left no room for doubt.
"As for breaking the precepts..."
Elder Baimei paused, a gleam in his eyes.
"Just pretend you don't know."
He continued.
"Let Huikong handle it himself."
"If Huikong can take this opportunity to demonstrate the magnanimity and breadth of mind of a Buddhist disciple, then the position of a Buddhist disciple will naturally belong to him."
Elder Baimei spoke in a deep tone.
"If he can't..."
He shook his head and didn't continue.
On the other side, Huikong was meditating in the Zen room. When he heard the news that Mingyuan had broken the precepts, he suddenly opened his eyes.
A complicated look flashed in his eyes.
Shock, confusion, and... a hint of barely perceptible joy.
Huikong has always been arrogant and has worked hard for many years to become a Buddhist disciple.
He knew that his talent for Buddhism was not as good as Mingyuan's, and that he would never be able to become a Buddhist disciple.
Therefore, he persuaded his master and proposed to use the ranking of the Supreme List to determine the position of the Buddha's disciples.
"Mingyuan, you are courting death!"
Huikong's voice was low and suppressed, and excitement was faintly visible in his words.
"Since you gave me this opportunity, don't blame me for being rude!"
Huikong stood up, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
In the restaurant, Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen looked at each other with worry in their eyes. They looked at Mingyuan, but Mingyuan remained calm.
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