Chapter 374 People Need Clothes, Buddhas Need Gold Clothes
Chapter 374: People want clothes, Buddha wants gold clothes
Author: Jiudeng Heshan
Ouch, shit!
Lao Shi's tone of shock this time was much stronger than before.
"Buddhist Holy Light, you kid is not a pure Buddhist disciple at all. How could this Holy Light fall into your hands?"
The Holy Light of Buddhism is the highest glory of Buddhism. Only those devout Buddhist disciples or monks with profound Buddhist teachings can be bathed in the Holy Light.
If you are not a pure Buddhist disciple, no matter how high your realm is, you cannot be bathed in the holy light of Buddhism.
This is determined by the exclusive nature of Buddhism.
Lao Shi couldn't figure out why Lin Ye was bathed in the holy light of Buddhism.
"Amitabha, bathed in holy light, uncle...is...the holy son of Buddhism!"
Xuan Hui, who was standing on Lin Ye's side, was also briefly stunned, but he was the fastest person to react at the scene. After rolling his eyes in a circle, he immediately shouted excitedly.
As soon as he shouted, the expressions in the hall became strange.
There were monks, warriors, and even many Taoists in the hall. No matter which party they were from, they all knew about Lin Ye's situation.
He is both a martial saint and a powerful person in the Yuanshen realm.
Such a person, you told me that he is the holy son of Buddhism?
It’s not like we don’t know the nature of urine in Buddhism. It would be considered a great mercy not to purify Lin Ye as a heretic.
However, there are so many monks in Miaoying Temple.
After hearing the words of his abbot, which also involved his great uncle, he immediately knelt down.
The air shouted "Holy Son of Buddhism!"
Outside the main hall, many believers did not know who the Holy Son of Buddhism was, but they all knelt down when they heard their usually respected masters kneeling on the ground and shouting piously.
Inside and outside Miaoying Temple, a crowd of people knelt down.
Fortunately for the Taoist practitioners and martial artists who came to watch the ceremony or join in the fun, the Buddhist saint had nothing to do with them, and they did not believe in Buddhism.
What was embarrassing were the monks from other temples who came to watch the ceremony at this moment.
The Buddhist saints and the others absolutely don't believe it. Monk Xuanhui is just fooling around. But the key point is that now a large number of people inside and outside the temple are kneeling down.
Especially the believers, many of them were staring at them at this moment, and some of them even had anger in their eyes, as if they had done something jealous by not kneeling.
"Today the Buddha appears and confirms his position as the Holy Son of Buddhism. From now on, our Buddhism will flourish. This is a blessing for my Buddhist disciples and even more so for my followers."
Xuan Hui's words were so powerful that they spread throughout the temple and outside. The monks in other temples were now unable to withstand the pressure.
Because if they found out that if they didn't kneel down, these believers would probably rush up and spit on them.
"No matter what, just kneel down, as if kneeling down is like the Buddha showing his spirit."
"The Holy Son is fake, but the Buddha's light is real. There is nothing wrong with kneeling."
These monks comforted themselves, looked at each other for a while, and finally knelt down.
"Is this Xuanhui... still a monk?"
Lin Ye, the only one standing in the hall, looked at the excited Xuan Hui on one side and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Don’t you have any idea whether you are the Holy Son or not?
Yelling about the Holy Son.
This is disrespectful to Buddha.
Is this something that a disciple of the Three Treasures can do?
I'm afraid he's not an undercover agent who broke into Buddhism.
"Uncle Master, there was a holy son in history. Before he entered Buddhism, he was a vicious thief in the mountains, killing more than a hundred people. Later, he became enlightened and worshiped Buddhism, became my disciple of Buddhism, and was finally canonized as a holy son.
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Xuan Hui seemed to have guessed what Lin Ye was thinking, and said with a stern face: "Who can still become the Holy Son? Uncle Master, when you named the Ghost King and saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Shangyang City, you became a Buddha immediately.
With such great merits, if you don’t become the Holy Son, who else can become the Holy Son?”
Xuan Hui's voice was loud, and all the believers who heard it showed signs of approval. Yes, if you can't become a Holy Son like this, then who can be a Holy Son?
Especially the people in Shangyang City are the ones who agree with it the most.
The monks in other temples curled their lips inwardly. Xuan Hui was secretly changing his mind.
The holy son in history was indeed a bandit before he entered Buddhism, but he was just a little warrior who could not even reach a hundred furnaces. Later, he was enlightened by a Buddhist monk, joined Buddhism and became a disciple of Buddhism.
To put it bluntly, before joining Buddhism, my background was very clean.
Of course, this clean does not refer to warriors and Taoist disciples.
However, this cannot be said openly.
A person who killed hundreds of innocent people could become the Holy Son just because he was not a Taoist practitioner or warrior. If there were so many believers at the scene, wouldn't the faith of these believers collapse if word spread.
The monks present could not bear this sin.
Now that Xuan Hui used this person as an example, the people present were naturally unable to object, and even all of them could only nod in agreement.
"What Abbot Xuanhui said makes sense."
"Amitabha, bathing in Buddha's light, this is a sign of the prosperity of my Buddhist sect."
No matter what, having one more Holy Son in Buddhism is a good thing for everyone present, at least the believers can be more cohesive in the future.
Moreover, the quick-thinking monk also realized that Lin Ye is both a martial saint and a powerful Yuanshen realm. Even if he becomes a Buddhist saint, he will not develop in Buddhism or interfere with his status as a saint.
Things about their temple.
That doesn't involve any of their interests. Recognizing Lin Ye's identity as the Holy Son has only advantages and no disadvantages, so why should they oppose it.
When Xuan Hui listened to the echoing words of these monks, a smile appeared on his face. He knew that these people would not object.
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After the inauguration ceremony of the Golden Buddha, all the people who came to watch the ceremony left, but some believers still stayed here because there would be a water and land ceremony next.
If the inauguration ceremony is meant to serve the powerful, then the Water and Land Dharma Assembly is to bless all believers and save the souls of their ancestors.
Resting area in the apse.
Lin Ye looked at Xuan Hui and saw that Xuan Hui's scalp was a little numb.
"Uncle, this really wasn't arranged by me. My nephew also had an idea before. He doesn't have the ability to bathe in the Buddha's light. Not to mention my nephew, even an eminent monk in the Golden Body realm can't do it."
"Boy Lin, this talented monk didn't lie. With his strength, he can't do this. If there are ten bald donkeys in the golden body and a Buddhist treasure-level treasure, it would be possible."
Lao Shi's voice rang in Lin Ye's mind. This talented monk was the nickname given to Xuan Hui by Lao Shi.
"Then what do you think is going on with me?"
Lin Ye frowned and asked Lao Shi in his mind, how could this scene have happened if the nephew hadn't arranged it.
As for the Buddhist saint's claims, it was impossible for him to believe them.
Lao Shi was silent for a long time this time, and then said: "Perhaps it proves the saying that people need clothes, and Buddha needs gold."
"Uncle Master, I may know the reason. It may be because seventy-two golden Buddhas were cast this time."
Xuan Hui also gave a guess almost at the same time.
Lin Ye listened to the voice in his ears, and then listened to the voice in his mind. He held it in for a long time before he finally uttered a sentence.