Chapter 410 The First Instinct of the Bodhi Academy
"Let's start this story from a long, long time ago..."
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"Toads are infatuated and dare to provoke evil people for beauty;"
"I am going to Yaochi to seek the elixir. I am willing to trade the life of a frog for the life of a goose;"
"Kneel down and beg the Queen Mother for three thousand years, asking for the golden elixir in exchange for the goose soul;"
"Scatter all the bones, flesh and blood, and recast the swan to restore the body;"
"However, when the swan recovers from his injury, he still misses his old friend after all;"
"From then on, the toad turned into a golden cicada, recognizing only money and not people..."
The handsome monk clasped his hands together and quietly told an old-fashioned story that was not new.
Generally speaking, it is the road of self-impression of a dog-licking toad. However, what is more sad is that before the word "dog-licking" came out, it seemed to be called affectionate!
The story is not new, but when told by the handsome monk, it has a different flavor, as if they are immersed in the story, making everyone around them immersed in it.
Everyone seemed to have really seen the toad carrying the swan, walking towards Yaochi step by step.
As soon as the scene changed, the toad knelt down and begged for three thousand years, just in exchange for the birth of the swan.
However, after the swan recovered from his injury, he fell out and left the toad.
The toad had great enlightenment, and from then on the toad turned into a golden cicada, only recognizing money, not people.
In the last scene, everyone saw different pictures, but generally speaking, it was a golden toad with Buddhist beads, sitting on a chair made of gold, and allowing the world to offer gold and silver jewelry, with an expressionless face.
"this……"
The pilgrims fell silent, looking at each other, feeling an unspeakable feeling in their hearts.
Very weird and wonderful!
"Little monk, what does this mean?" The female pilgrim looked at the handsome monk with a complicated expression and asked.
The handsome monk chuckled, nodded slightly, and said, "Buddha said, don't say it!"
Among the pilgrims, there was a woman in white clothes, with a bamboo hat on her head and a white gauze covering her face. She looked at this scene quietly, her eyes flashing with strange color, thoughtfully.
"Little monk, what do you mean?"
"Don't hide it! Tell me!"
The female pilgrim was unhappy and did not want to let the monk go.
The monk shook his head in silence and smiled but did not answer.
At this time, the Shaolin monks gradually surrounded him.
Seeing that something was wrong, the female pilgrim slowly left the monk and stood aside.
These pilgrims were also experienced pilgrims, they knew the style of Shaolin, and they also understood that if these people in the world were to take action, lives would be lost, so they also walked away one after another, fearing that they would be accidentally injured.
The woman in white wearing a bamboo hat also walked a little further away and stood in the crowd, observing the movements of the monks and Shaolin monks.
"I know that I am the leader of the guest house. May I ask where you come from?" A monk with elegant temperament, regular features and extraordinary bearing came out, bowed to the monk and asked.
"President of Jinshan Temple, Fahai." The handsome monk said with a faint smile.
This person is none other than Zhu Youji, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty who used the art of disguise to change his appearance.
In fact, when the head of the Zhike Academy asked him where he came from, Zhu Youji originally wanted to say that he came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
But after thinking about it, he gave up the plan.
After all, they are ancients!
If no one can pick up this joke, then if no one responds, it’s meaningless.
"Jinshan Temple?"
"I have never heard of it, but I would like to ask if you have any relationship with Dali Tianlong Temple?"
Liao Xing frowned slightly and continued to test.
"Dali Tianlong Temple?"
Zhu Youji shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, Jinshan Temple is in the West Lake."
"West Lake? The land of Suzhou and Hangzhou?" The confusion is even deeper. There are many Buddhist temples in the world, but there are only a handful of Buddhist sects that can form a system and support high-quality warriors.
Shaolin, Lama Sect, Vajra Sect, Western Buddhism.
Dali Tianlong Temple also gradually declined after the Song and Jin Dynasties.
As for the West Lake Jinshan Temple, that is even more unheard of.
"Your Excellency, you just want to ask for advice on Buddhism and martial arts, so please invite me!" Lao Xing couldn't find anything through testing, so he raised his hands and saluted, saying.
"Yes." Zhu Youji nodded slightly, and being greeted by the Shaolin monks, he walked through the courtyards and entered the Zhike Courtyard of the Shaolin Temple.
Zhike Yuan, the place where Shaolin sects meet with martial arts people, plays an important role in diplomacy, communication, displaying Shaolin's image, and maintaining Shaolin's status.
If you want to be the leader of the Zhike Academy, you need to have excellent appearance and temperament, and you must be able to handle complex interpersonal relationships, and cultivation is secondary.
He is the first in the Zhike Academy and has reached the eighth level of cultivation. He is considered a good presence in the martial arts world, but in the Shaolin Temple where there are many masters, he is not so outstanding.
After all, he is still an eminent monk of his generation, an eminent monk of the same generation, who is either famous in the world, or is a senior martial monk of Bodhidharma Academy, the head of the martial arts training academy.
"Shaolin Luohan Hall, Enlightenment."
"The first seat of Shaolin Luohan Hall is Liaofan."
After realizing this, Liao Fan performed Buddhist rituals and appeared in front of Zhu Youji.
Zhu Youji glanced at the two of them, bowed slightly, and said: "President of Jinshan Temple, Fahai."
"Donor Fahai, are you here to ask for Buddhist teachings?" Liao Fan looked at Fahai and said.
Zhu Youji smiled slightly and replied: "Even if I want to meet the masters of Shaolin Temple, I am also entrusted by others to do some official business."
"May I ask the donor, who is he entrusted by? What official business is he doing?" Liao Fan looked at Zhu Youji with deep eyes and asked.
Zhu Youji smiled but said nothing and shook his head.
"Only one leader came. Doesn't it look down on the young monk too much?"
"That's fine!"
"Since all of you are still waiting and watching, let me invite the young monk!"
Zhu Youji's tone was calm. As he finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly emerged. A powerful pressure enveloped the entire Shaolin Temple. The sky darkened, as if it was about to rain.
Many pilgrims in Shaolin Temple feel this inexplicable pressure...
"Grandmaster?"
Liao Fan's pupils shrank slightly, his heart sank, and he thought: This person is not good!
"Amitabha, this benefactor, please accept your magical powers!"
A figure slowly walked out of the lobby.
As the visitor appeared, an aura that also belonged to the master appeared silently. This aura was neutral, peaceful, majestic, and magnanimous. It also contained a sense of profound enlightenment.
"After finishing off the abbot, you finally came out?" Zhu Youji chuckled when he saw the person coming.
"Amitabha, good, good, good!"
The visitor had a calm face and reserved temperament, and looked extremely kind. He did not have the majesty or oppression of the Shaolin abbot at all. Instead, he looked like an ordinary monk from an unknown temple.
As the visitor appeared, three more ninth-level monks came out from behind and stood beside Tie Yue.
The first seat of Prajna Hall.
The first building of Bodhi Courtyard.
The first building of Nagarjuna.
In addition to the first building of the Discipline Court and the first building of Bodhidharma Court, the first buildings of several other important courtyards have all arrived.
"To kill the abbot is to ask for advice on Buddhism and martial arts. Why not witness the first master of the Taoist academy?"
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhu Youji looked at the Shaolin abbot and said with a smile.
He bowed his hand and said softly: "The donor is eager to compete, so let's discuss martial arts first!"
"Yes!" Zhu Youji nodded slightly, looked at the leaders of the group, and said, "Which eminent monk invites you first?"
"The leader of the Bodhi Courtyard, Ben Ben, please enlighten me!"