Ye Qingyun shook his head repeatedly.
"I don't have anything to hide, but I won't be an abbot. Zen Master, it's better not to have this idea."
Ye Qingyun's words were very firm.
There is no room for negotiation at all.
joke.
Want me to be the abbot?
So should I become a monk or not?
It is absolutely impossible for me, Ye Qingyun, to become a monk.
How can I let go of my beautiful hair?
What's more, if you become a monk, you still have to abide by the precepts, eat fast and chant Buddha's name. Ye Qingyun feels horrible just thinking about it.
And if you don’t become a monk, how can you be the abbot?
Not suitable either.
So I simply refused and put an end to Zen Master Yulong’s unrealistic idea.
Zen Master Yulong was very disappointed.
"Son"
Ye Qingyun waved his hand: "Zen Master, other things are easy to discuss, but there is no need to talk about this matter."
"Son"
Ye Qingyun continued to wave his hands, "I really don't know how to be an abbot, even if you say Zen Master, it will be the same."
"Son"
Ye Qingyun was angry.
"Zen Master, I have already said this. If you force me again, then I will have no choice but to turn around and leave."
Zen Master Yulong couldn't laugh or cry.
"Holy Son, the poor monk wants to say that since the Holy Son is not willing to be the abbot, can you help the poor monk select a suitable candidate?"
Ye Qingyun was startled.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought that Zen Master Yulong would keep chattering.
Ye Qingyun was so frightened that he really wanted to run away.
"That's totally fine."
Ye Qingyun agreed immediately.
As long as you don't ask yourself to be the abbot, but just ask yourself to help choose one, then there will naturally be no problem.
He had done this kind of thing before in the Tang Dynasty.
That was to select a prince for the Tang Dynasty.
Ye Qingyun could handle it calmly.
Let alone choosing a successor to the abbot.
completely
It's a trivial matter.
"Amitabha, if that's the case, then it's better to choose a day to hit the sun. Let's do it today."
Zen Master Yulong said.
Ye Qingyun nodded, "Okay, please ask Zen Master to summon all the outstanding monks in the courtyard."
"Obey the Son."
soon.
One by one, monks walked into the Buddhist temple.
There were more than twenty people.
They are all monks whom Zen Master Yulong considers to be very outstanding.
"Meet the Holy Son!"
More than twenty monks saluted Ye Qingyun in unison.
Ye Qingyun nodded in greeting, then glanced over the faces of these monks.
As he watched, Ye Qingyun felt a little dizzy.
No more!
These monks all look so much alike that my eyes get dazzled after looking at them for a long time.
Didn't remember it at all.
"Holy Son, these are all outstanding monks from our ancient Xichan Temple. The poor monks will introduce them one by one to Holy Son."
Zen Master Yulong was about to speak.
Ye Qingyun waved quickly.
"No, no, no, I'll ask them three questions first."
There are still three questions.
This is Ye Qingyun's old routine.
In the Tang Dynasty, when choosing the prince for Emperor Li Tianmin, Ye Qingyun played this trick.
"okay."
Zen Master Yulong was startled for a moment, and then stepped aside.
Ye Qingyun put his hands behind his back and looked at these monks.
Basically they are all middle-aged monks.
There is not a single young monk.
"Let me ask you three questions."
Ye Qingyun spoke directly.
All the monks showed serious expressions.
"First question, what do you think is the most important thing about a temple?"
This first question surprised many monks.
I originally thought that Ye Qingyun would ask some questions about Buddhism.
The monks are also very confident and feel that they have been practicing Buddhism for so many years and are enough to deal with Ye Qingyun's problems.
Unexpectedly.
Ye Qingyun's problem actually has nothing to do with Buddhism.
What is the most important thing about a temple?
What kind of problem is this?
Even Zen Master Yulong who was standing by was stunned for a while. .??.??
Ye Qingyun looked at these monks, waiting for their answers.
After a while, a monk cautiously said, "Reporting to the Holy Son, the poor monk feels that the most important thing in a temple is practice."
Ye Qingyun nodded and said nothing.
"Well, the poor monk believes that the most important thing in the temple is the precepts."
"The poor monk thinks it's about cultivation. The higher the cultivation level, the better."
"The most important thing about a temple is naturally the number of monks."
There are a variety of answers, and all of them seem to make sense.
But Ye Qingyun always had no expression.
Is he even thinking about what to eat for lunch?
"Make some stir-fries to eat?"
"Or some chicken soup?"
"It seems like I haven't had egg fried rice for a while."
More than twenty monks have finished speaking.
Ye Qingyun actually heard it all.
However, none of these monks' answers satisfied Ye Qingyun.
He wanted to hear a unique answer.
These people talked for a long time about the practice, the precepts, the number of monks and the size of the temple.
What is this?
Zen Master Yulong has also been observing his words and expressions.
Seeing that Ye Qingyun seemed a little disappointed and impatient, Zen Master Yulong's heart suddenly tightened.
"Is there so many outstanding monks in my temple that the Holy Son can't look down on any of them?"
Zen Master Yulong couldn't help feeling anxious.
If this is the case, then does our Xichan Ancient Temple still have hope?
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at this time.
A timid voice came from outside the Buddhist temple.
Everyone in the hall looked at it.
Outside the main hall, I saw a thin little monk standing, who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Presumptuous, you have only been a beginner for two or three years, and your practice is still shallow. How can you speak here?"
A great monk immediately scolded him.
The thin young monk trembled when he heard the words, but did not retreat.
Instead, he looked at Ye Qingyun with burning eyes.
Ye Qingyun also became somewhat interested.
"You come in."
The thin young monk carefully walked into the Buddhist temple.
"Little monk Xuyun, pay your respects to the Holy Son!"
Virtual cloud?
Ye Qingyun smiled in his heart.
This little monk's Buddhist name also has the word "cloud" in it, which can be regarded as a little bit of fate.
"Xu Yun, I won't tolerate your nonsense in front of the Holy Son!"
The great monk just now was still glaring at Xuyun.
Xuyun was not afraid and just nodded.
Ye Qingyun smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, tell me your opinion."
Xuyun clasped his hands together.
"Reporting to the Holy Son, the young monk believes that the most important thing for a temple is to spread compassion and kindness."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks were startled.
But Ye Qingyun's eyes lit up.
"You keep talking."
Xu Yun said, "If everyone in the temple has compassion and kindness and spreads it, then even if the monks in the temple are gone, the temple will turn into dust."
"But it still exists in the heart of every good person."
The words have not yet fallen.
A faint ray of Buddha's light gathered from all directions and shone on Xu Yun's body.
Ye Qingyun's eyes showed admiration.
The other monks fell into a state of sluggishness.
This chapter has been completed!