Ye Qingyun rubbed his eyes and walked outside.
I saw many monks gathered in the courtyard.
Even the old Zen master, Monk Yulong, was there.
They gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with excitement.
Many people even chanted the words that the Buddha appeared.
"what the hell?"
Ye Qingyun frowned.
It was so noisy so early in the morning that I couldn't get a good night's sleep.
Mofo Bo Xun and Qi Mufeng are also here.
Seeing Ye Qingyun coming out, the three of them immediately came to Ye Qingyun.
"Son!"
Demon Buddha Bo Xun bowed and bowed.
"Master Ye!"
Qi Mufeng and his wife held their fists and saluted.
"What are you doing?"
Ye Qingyun asked.
"Master Ye, for some reason, the bodhi tree that was just a dead branch yesterday has grown green leaves early this morning."
Qi Mufeng also said with some surprise.
Ye Qingyun was startled.
"Have green leaves grown?"
He also quickly went over to take a look.
It's true.
It was originally a dead branch, but now it can't help but turn a little green.
There are also a few small buds growing on it.
Glowed with life!
Ye Yun clicked his tongue in surprise.
But he looked at the flowerpot again.
Isn't this where he peed last night?
It was dark last night, and Ye Qingyun didn't pay attention. He just found a place and opened the water gate.
Take a look now.
It seems to be right here.
Ye Qingyun felt strange in his heart.
Could it be that this thing was soaked in its own urine and then sprouted tender leaves?
If this is really the case, then my own urine soaking is even more powerful than Jin Kaila's.
Ye Qingyun didn't dare to say it.
If the people of Xichan Ancient Temple knew that they were facing their precious Bodhisattva in the middle of the night,
If you lift a tree to pee, you will probably get very angry.
"Amitabha, Holy Son, look, this bodhi tree has grown young leaves!"
Zen Master Yulong came to Ye Qingyun with a face of surprise.
Ye Qingyun also smiled.
"congratulations."
Zen Master Yulong clasped his hands, "It must be because of the arrival of the Holy Son that the Buddha appeared, so that the Bodhi tree can regain its vitality!"
Ye Qingyun ""
I think you should thank me for soaking in urine.
It should be more effective than Buddha's apparition.
"Why do you value this Bodhi tree so much?"
Ye Yun asked curiously.
"The bodhi tree is extremely precious. It is said that it is the tree of the Buddha's spirit left in the world after the Buddha became a Buddha. It has the root of supreme wisdom and Buddha nature."
Zen Master Yulong looked excited, "But since the collapse of the ancient Buddhist world, the last three Bodhi trees withered and perished, and there is only one such tree left in the entire Western Buddhism."
"If it can grow up, then our Xichan Ancient Temple can recreate the glory of the ancient Buddhist world!"
"I see."
Ye Qingyun nodded.
Now I understand why the monks from the ancient Xichan Temple value this bodhi tree so much.
Buddhism in the entire Western Region is like this.
It is so precious that Buddhist people will naturally attach great importance to it.
At this moment, an old monk knelt directly on the ground and kissed the Bodhi tree with tears in his eyes.
Ye Qingyun grinned for a moment.
Zen Master Yulong was also filled with emotion.
"Holy Son, please see, this old monk is the junior monk of the poor monk. He has been with this Bodhi tree every day, from his childhood to now, which has been almost one hundred and fifty years."
"Now that he can see the bodhi tree rejuvenated, he will have no regrets in his life!"
As he spoke, the old monk kissing the Bodhi tree started to tremble with excitement.
"It's Bodhi
The smell of the holy tree! It’s the smell of the holy Bodhi tree!”
"This is a smell that has never been seen before, which shows that the Bodhi tree is really reborn!"
"Buddha bless you!"
Upon hearing this, the monks were extremely excited. They knelt on the ground one after another and couldn't wait to kiss the Bodhi tree.
Ye Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore.
Is it possible that what these monks smell is not their own urine?
Run away quickly.
Ye Qingyun went to the Buddhist temple to have breakfast.
Although they were all porridge and side dishes, Ye Qingyun didn't want to eat anything too greasy today.
Perhaps it was because of his previous experience of diarrhea while running in the Buddhist Kingdom that Ye Qingyun felt that he had eaten a little too greasy during this period.
I had a meal of porridge and pickles.
Ye Qingyun felt that his whole person had been sublimated.
But the consequence was that Ye Qingyun felt very hungry before noon.
I really want to eat pig's trotters.
There was nothing else going on in the morning. I followed Zen Master Yulong to recite sutras in the Buddhist hall, and then pretended to discuss Buddhism with Zen Master Yulong and other monks.
I saw Ye Qingyun sitting on a futon, surrounded by several monks.
They are all senile.
Ye Qingyun really doubted that if he sneezed, would he send two of them away on the spot?
"Holy Son, Huikong passed back two passages of the Surangama Sutra before. Now the poor monk and others have already known it by heart. Can you please ask the Holy Son to continue to teach the sutra?"
Zen Master Yulong asked.
Ye Qingyun was startled, "Surangama Sutra? That's okay."
Zen Master Yulong and others were immediately overjoyed.
They were a little nervous before, fearing that Ye Qingyun would not want to teach the scriptures.
But he didn't expect Ye Qingyun to agree so easily.
Ye Qingyun is naturally not stingy.
He must have passed on the next chapter of the Surangama Sutra to Zen Master Yulong and others.
When Zen Master Yulong and others received the scriptures, their faces were full of excitement and their breathing became rapid.
It's like finding a treasure.
But it's no wonder.
For Ye Qingyun, the Surangama Sutra is just an ordinary Buddhist sutra.
But for Buddhists like Zen Master Yulong, the Shurangama Sutra has an unprecedented existence.
It is a level that they Buddhist people have never been exposed to.
The Surangama Sutra can be called the most precious treasure of Buddhism!
Not an exaggeration.
"Xichan Ancient Temple will never forget the grace of the Holy Son in preaching scriptures!"
Zen Master Yulong stood up and bowed respectfully to Ye Qingyun.
The same goes for several other old monks.
Ye Qingyun quickly returned the gift.
"It doesn't have to be this way."
Zen Master Yulong, on the other hand, had a serious look on his face.
"The Holy Son is an unprecedented existence in our Buddhist sect. Even in the ancient Buddhist world, there are only a handful of people like the Holy Son."
"The poor monk is old and his death is approaching, but he has an unkind request. I hope the Holy Son can agree to it."
Ye Qingyun saw this posture.
Good guy.
This old guy is about to pass away, and yet he comes to ask for help.
But there is really no way.
"The Zen Master just said it doesn't matter. As long as Ye can do it, he will naturally try his best to help."
Ye Qingyun said this.
Of course.
If I can't do it, then I have no choice but to apologize.
Anyway, I am just a mortal, and the help I can do is very limited.
Zen Master Yulong smiled and said, "I beg the Holy Son to take over the position of abbot of the ancient Xichan Temple."
What the hell?
Ye Qingyun was suddenly stunned?
Want me to be the abbot?
Isn't this old monk too much of a thief?
Ye Qingyun immediately shook his head.
"This is not okay."
Zen Master Yulong was a little stunned, and he seemed not to have expected Ye Qingyun's reaction to be so strong.
"Does the Holy Son have anything to hide?"
This chapter has been completed!