The old Buddhist monk took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and still maintained a compassionate smile on his face.
"Amitabha,"
The old Buddhist monk spoke slowly, his tone calm but with a hint of inquiry.
"Could you please tell me what the alms bowl is for?"
He wanted to know what Ye Chen was going to do and what reason he had that could make him lend out the Buddhist sect's treasure.
The air seemed to be frozen, and there was silence in the Zen room, with only the curling sandalwood incense burning quietly.
Xiao Wuhen and Zhuge Kong held their breath and waited nervously for Ye Chen's answer. They also wanted to know what Ye Chen was up to.
Ye Chen smiled slightly, but did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and drank the Bodhi Drunk in it.
After putting down the wine glass, Ye Chen spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.
"It's a long story..."
"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me!"
Xiao Wuhen urged impatiently.
Although Zhuge Kong didn't say anything, he pricked up his ears and waited for Ye Chen's next words with curiosity.
Ye Chen drank a sip of Bodhi Drunk, then slowly said: "In the space of the Zhentian Monument, I met a senior."
"Senior?" Xiao Wuhen and Zhuge Kong asked in unison.
"Yes, a white-haired senior." Ye Chen added.
"Then what did this senior say to you?" Xiao Wuhen asked.
"He told me that the evil god is about to break the seal, and the current power of the immortal world is unable to seal it again."
"The elders told me that only by leveraging the power of the Buddhist golden bowl can the evil god be sealed again."
Ye Chen stated the purpose of this trip.
"Golden bowl..." the old monk muttered in a low voice, his brows furrowed.
"That's right, it's the Buddhist sect's treasure, the golden bowl." Ye Chen nodded affirmatively.
"The golden bowl can exorcise demons and suppress evil spirits, and it will indeed play a huge role in sealing the evil god again."
The old monk Buddha pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.
"But……"
The old Buddhist monk changed the subject, his tone showing a hint of hesitation.
"Donor Ye, the golden bowl is a sacred object of our Buddhist sect. It can only exert its greatest power when controlled by a Buddhist master."
The old Buddhist monk looked at Ye Chen with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
"And if you control it, I'm afraid it won't be able to unleash its full power."
"Why did Donor Ye personally borrow the golden bowl?"
The question raised by the old Buddhist monk was also the question in the minds of Xiao Wuhen and Zhuge Kong.
Ye Chen smiled and did not directly answer the question of the old monk Buddha.
"Old monk, do you believe me?"
Ye Chen stared at the old monk Buddha with burning eyes, his tone serious and firm.
The old monk Buddha looked at Ye Chen for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.
"I believe in Donor Ye."
"Amitabha, in this case, the golden bowl is a sacred object of our Buddhist sect. I need to discuss it with the eight great leaders of the Buddhist sect."
The old Buddhist monk stood up, put his hands together, and bowed slightly to Ye Chen.
"Donor Ye, please wait a moment."
Ye Chen nodded to show his understanding.
After the old monk left the meditation room, a melodious bell sound suddenly rang out throughout the Buddhist sect.
"Boom..."
A bell rang, echoing over the entire Buddhist sect.
"Boom..."
The second bell rang, followed closely by the first.
…
Eight consecutive bells rang, resounding through the sky.
This is a signal to urgently convene a meeting of the eight leaders.
Soon, eight old monks and two kind-looking ancient Buddhas came to the Buddhist sect's meeting hall.
"Brother, why are you calling us together so urgently? What big thing happened?"
A chief asked.
The old Buddhist monk told the eight great leaders that Ye Chen wanted to borrow the golden bowl and that the evil god was about to break the seal.
"What? A golden bowl? Lending it to a stranger?"
"That's absolutely not possible! The golden bowl is a sacred object of our Buddhist sect. How can I show it to others so easily?"
"If the golden bowl falls into the wrong hands, the consequences will be disastrous!"
The eight great leaders expressed their opposition in an excited tone.
Only the ancient Buddha Xuantong remained silent.
He looked at the old monk and said slowly: "Nephew, you and I both know who Donor Ye is."
"Since he asked to borrow the golden bowl, he must have his reasons."
"Besides, the evil god is about to break the seal. This is a matter of great importance."
"If the golden bowl can really work, how can we just sit back and watch?"
The words of the ancient Buddha Xuantong caused the eight great leaders to fall into silence.
They also knew Ye Chen's character and how terrifying the evil god was.
In the end, they agreed to lend the golden bowl to Ye Chen.
"Amitabha, since Uncle Xuantong has agreed, we naturally have no objection."
A chief said.
The old monk nodded and felt relieved.
"Good, good, good."
The old Buddhist monk put his hands together and bowed slightly to the ancient Buddha Xuantong.
In the Zen room, Ye Chen and the other two were still leisurely drinking Bodhi wine.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
There was a knock on the door.
"Three donors, the Buddha invites you."
A young novice monk stood outside the door and said respectfully.
Ye Chen and the other two followed the young monk to the offering hall.
Inside the main hall, the old Buddhist monk, two ancient Buddhas and the eight great abbots were already sitting cross-legged, reciting Buddhist scriptures facing the golden bowl enshrined at the highest point.
The golden bowl emits a faint golden light, appearing sacred and solemn.
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