Because of his experience and improvement in cultivation, Ye Yuan only took half an hour to refine the magic weapon this time, shortening the time by three-quarters.
Sure enough, cultivation is the primary productive force.
Although the time has been shortened, the effect of this magical weapon is actually even greater than that given to Nannan.
However, both magic weapons have the effect of nourishing the owner of the magic weapon and stimulating the Buddha's light to protect the body.
This time, thirty copper coins were refined into eighteen Buddhist beads, each of which was engraved with a lifelike Arhat.
The little dialectical monk looked at the Buddhist beads, his eyes shining.
After he received the magical artifact, he couldn't put it down and thanked him repeatedly.
After Ye Yuan was humble for a while, Dao Yue asked.
"Bianji, give the magic weapon a name!"
Ye Yuan looked at the little dialectical monk, his eyes full of questions.
After all, this magic weapon is for dialectical use.
Dialectical said with a nonchalant smile.
"Junior brother, you refined this magic weapon, it's up to you to name it!"
Be sincere and speak the truth!
In this case, Ye Yuan no longer hesitated and said the name he had already thought of.
"Let's call him the Eighteen Arhats."
eighteen?
Are there eighteen Arhats?
Is he old, or did his apprentice make a mistake?
Daoyue frowned and looked at the Buddha beads.
"Those two must be venerables!"
Ye Yuan knew that Daoyue would ask this question. After all, there were only sixteen Arhats at this time, and the two sages who subdued the dragon and subdued the tiger were not among them. The total number of eighteen was only found in later generations.
However, Ye Yuan didn't care, as long as the call was smooth.
"Master, don't worry about these details. The world is developing. Who said there are only sixteen Buddhist Arhats!"
At this time, the little dialectical monk also echoed.
"Yes, Master, I also think the number eighteen is easy to pronounce."
Dao Yue wanted to scold his young apprentice for his heresy, but in his heart he felt that he was right.
For a moment, Daoyue was caught in a tangle.
After a moment, he was suddenly startled, with a rare wry smile on his face.
"Alas, the deadline is approaching, and it will still be affected after all."
"But it's okay. I still have a few years to live. At least, I can wait until my disciples grow up."
After the naming was over, Nannan also ran out. She stretched out her round little arms and looked at Ye Yuan expectantly.
"Brother, I want it too."
"Well, let's call it the Twenty-Four Heavens."
The little girl secretly read it several times and found it easy to read and sounded better than the Eighteen Arhats. She was immediately happy.
"Thank you, brother."
Hearing this name, Dao Yue glanced at his young apprentice with deep meaning. He always felt that his young apprentice had already thought of the name of the magic weapon before refining it.
Otherwise, the number of beads would not be so coincidental.
Moreover, among the Eighteen Arhats there are really eighteen Buddha statues of Arhats.
There are no Buddha statues in the twenty-four heavens, and there is only chaos within.
Yes, he definitely did it on purpose.
It’s just that this ambition is so big!
Ye Yuan didn't know this. When he was refining, he just felt that these two numbers sounded smooth and had special meaning.
As for the ambition that Dao Yue thinks...that's really not the case.
Well, there are some bad tastes.
On a snowy day, no one came, so Dao Yue taught the young monk Dialectics some simple techniques for using magic power.
These are too basic for Ye Yuan, and there is no need to learn them again.
Sitting alone in a daze, he suddenly felt lonely.
"Would you like to go meet them?"
Ye Yuan was a little hesitant.
Ye Yuan knew the whereabouts of Bianji's family since he knew who was enshrined in the small temple in the backyard.
All the men in the family died, and only Bian Ji was left. He was stolen and replaced, and he escaped from Chang'an and managed to survive.
However, none of the female family members died.
Probably the victors thought that leaving women behind was not a threat to them, and it could also show their generosity as victors.
It's more likely... that the kinship power of the Mother of Bianji is still useful to them.
In short, Bianji still has relatives alive, five sisters and a mother.
Their lives may not be very good, nor may they be free, but they can still live, and they can live for a long time.
Therefore, Ye Yuan was a little hesitant, wondering whether he should change this situation.
If he appeared in front of them, would it be a blessing or a curse?
Ye Yuan is unknown.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Nannan stopped in front of Ye Yuan and looked at him curiously.
Ye Yuan held the little fat man in his arms. He was fleshy and soft and felt very comfortable.
He said with a contented look on his face.
"nothing."
…
Time is like running water, constantly moving forward.
In Chang'an City, an ordinary small temple is full of incense and bustling.
After entering Zhenguan, the Tang Dynasty developed steadily and its national power increased greatly. In addition, God helped the Tang Dynasty. From the first year of Zhenguan to the third year of Zhenguan, three consecutive winter snowstorms caused heavy losses on the grassland.
After one ebb and flow, finally in the fourth year of Zhenguan, Li Jing captured Jieli Khan, and the Eastern Turks were declared destroyed.
Li Er finally washed away the shame of the Weishui River in the ninth year of Wude, making the entire Tang Dynasty feel proud and proud, and the country's self-confidence exploded.
The atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was completely new, and coupled with the stable environment in the early days of the dynasty, the Tang Dynasty finally had signs of a prosperous age.
In short, the Tang Dynasty during the Zhenguan period, although there was some darkness hidden in the corners, was mostly prosperous.
As people's lives improve, there will naturally be more people praying to gods and Buddhas, and there will be more generous people.
Therefore, even if Bodhi Temple is just an inconspicuous small temple in Chang'an City, there is no shortage of pilgrims, let alone donations.
No, Bodhi Temple had to replace it with a new large merit box because of too many donations.
Otherwise, the master and the disciple would have to clean up every three days, which would be too troublesome and delay their cultivation.
In the main hall, an old monk with white beard and hair sat cross-legged, with a haggard face, like a walking corpse, making people worry that he might die at any time.
The old monk was tapping the wooden fish gently, and beside him was a young monk with an ordinary appearance, who was confidently explaining to everyone their doubts.
There was a little monk in the backyard of the temple. He waved the broom gently, and the fallen leaves on the ground piled up on their own, blown by an invisible wind.
At this time, a mature female voice sounded in his ears.
"Well, you are really looking more and more like a sweeper."
Ye Yuan said with a solemn look on his face.
"Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva is wrong. The young monk is actually the sweeping monk. How can we say they are similar!"
Bibi Dong looked at the pretentious Ye Yuan and couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said.
"Oh, what kind of young monk is having sex every day? What kind of young monk drinks alcohol every now and then? Isn't this a fair-weather monk?"
"Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva was wrong again. The wine and meat passed through her intestines, but the Buddha's heart remained."
"Haha, what about the last two sentences? Also, which little monk has to hug a woman every night to sleep peacefully?"
"Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva is still wrong. The Buddha said: emptiness is form, and form is emptiness. When you are dreaming, you come and go in a hurry. The moon in the water, the wind on the tree. If you observe like this, there will be no obstruction or obstruction."
Bibi Dong stared at Ye Yuan, dumbfounded.
"Sophistry, strong words!"
"Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva has become entangled."
Bibi Dong looked at that serious little face and that little mouth that said something reasonable, and she felt the urge to tear it apart in her heart.
"Hmph, do you dare to say this to the old monk?"
Ye Yuan is a bachelor and said bluntly.
"I don't dare, I'm afraid I'll make him angry to death!"
"Haha, you still know."
Ye Yuan didn't take it seriously and smiled happily.
"If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's path. This is my Buddha's heart, but the world cannot understand it!"
This person has a thick skin that no one can match.
For a moment, Bibi Dong was shocked by Ye Yuan's shamelessness and had nothing to say.