Chapter 723 The old monk was dumbfounded, the poor monk probably went crazy
"Master, what I say next is more important. Don't get too excited."
Chen Qingyuan gave the old monk a vaccination in advance.
"I have practiced Buddhism for more than 20,000 years. After all the vicissitudes of time, my heart is as calm as water."
The old monk is very confident in his own state of mind.
Even if something major happened, the old monk would at most be surprised and his reaction would not be too much.
"Okay." Chen Qingyuan smiled meaningfully and got to the point: "To be honest, Master, I have received the inheritance of a Buddha."
When the old monk heard this, his face was expressionless at first, as if time had frozen, and he stared blankly at Chen Qingyuan.
Then, the old monk blinked his eyes, and a strange look began to appear on his face.
The pupils shrank rapidly, the pores on the face enlarged, and the whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Donor, what did you just say?"
The old monk suspected that he had heard wrongly, so his voice became extremely hoarse and he asked in a trembling voice.
With the strength of the old monk, how could he hear it wrong?
I just don't believe it when I ask this question, and I feel a little bit at a loss.
"I received the inheritance from a Buddha named Kassapa." Chen Qingyuan said in detail, and wrote down some of the Buddhist experiences in the memory inheritance: "These are the true meanings of Buddha Kassapa's way...
..”
Seeing hundreds of Buddhist inscriptions appearing in the void, the old monk was stunned.
Every Buddhist saying is like a holy text of Buddhism and Taoism, constantly impacting the old monk's heart.
The defense in my heart was instantly broken.
"boom!"
The old monk jumped up, turned around, and looked at the Buddhist mantras appearing in the void. His whole body was shaking, and his face was full of surprise and shock.
The excitement cannot be suppressed.
After writing part of the mantra, Chen Qingyuan stopped.
It’s not good to write too much, and my hands will get sore.
"You...you..." The old monk looked at Chen Qingyuan, his tongue was spinning, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time: "Is this true?"
"Absolutely true."
Chen Qingyuan smiled and nodded, calmly.
"The inheritance of Kasyapa Buddha..."
The old monk's throat rolled, and he suddenly thought of those Buddhist scriptures that recorded "Kasyapa".
His face was full of shock and he couldn't hide it.
"Master, calm down and don't be too alarmed."
Chen Qingyuan took a sip of tea and chuckled.
The old monk, who has experienced many years, cannot bear it anymore at this moment.
This is the way passed down by the Buddha!
It is as if a mortal living a normal life suddenly wants to inherit the throne, which is incredible.
No one can withstand this kind of psychological impact.
"I have reproduced all the mantras left by the Buddha and handed them over to the master." Chen Qingyuan took out a Sumeru ring and placed it on the table: "The inherited dharma is integrated into my body and cannot be separated from my body.
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"This..." The old monk's eyes were fixed on the Sumeru Ring on the table, and he stretched out his hands with trembling hands, in disbelief: "The method passed down by the Buddha, the Mahayana mantra."
"Master, aren't you calm? Is it necessary to be so excited?"
Chen Qingyuan joked.
The old monk seemed oblivious, his attention completely attracted by the Sumeru Ring.
At this time, my heart feels so calm!
It's pretty good if you can still maintain a certain level of sanity.
The moment he grabbed the Sumeru Ring, the old monk's spiritual consciousness penetrated into it.
A vast sea of Buddhist scriptures are neatly placed.
Although it is a re-engraved version, it is still a priceless treasure. If you can understand the essence of the Buddha's scriptures, the Dharma will definitely be improved to several levels, and it will also be of great help to your own strength.
Standing at the table, the old monk's body seemed to be inlaid, motionless as a mountain, and he was concentrating on reading the Buddhist scriptures.
The more he watched, the more fascinated he became. The problem that had troubled him for many years was suddenly solved.
I can see the road ahead very clearly.
Half an hour passed before Chen Qingyuan called out: "Master, senior..."
After calling for more than a dozen times, the old monk came back to his senses and withdrew his spiritual consciousness.
Slowly close your eyes and recite the Jingxin Technique silently.
After calming down his excitement, the old monk clasped his hands together, looked solemnly, and bowed to Chen Qingyuan: "I can't repay Almsgiver Chen's kindness. I'm so grateful that I don't know what to say."
"Master's words are serious." Chen Qingyuan hurriedly helped the old monk up: "It is useless to leave the Buddhist mantra to me. This is considered as returning the thing to its original owner."
"Old man, thank you so much for the benefactor."
The old monk really didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he bowed again.
This is not an ordinary thing, it is inherited from the Buddha.
Chen Qingyuan came across the endless star field to give him a sincere gift. Thinking of this, the old monk was very moved, and looked at Chen Qingyuan with extremely soft eyes and deep gratitude.
"In addition to presenting scriptures as a gift, I also want to ask Buddhism for a favor." Chen Qingyuan talked about the business: "Qingzong should leave the old land and move back to Beihuang in the near future. It will be difficult to cover up the traces by then. In order to prevent Xiaoxiao
The current generation is causing chaos, and I hope Buddhism can help."
"It's easy to say that I will personally take action and protect you with my life."
For such a huge favor, it was really inappropriate to send other eminent monks to come forward. The old monk put it all together and made a promise.
"Dongtu still needs the master to be in charge, isn't it appropriate?"
Chen Qingyuan did not want to affect the stability of the Eastern Land, otherwise countless living beings would surely face their doom.
"It's just a few months of back and forth, nothing will happen."
The old monk calculated the time required and said solemnly.
"Okay, Master, I'd like to pay you a visit."
Chen Qingyuan stopped being pretentious and held his fists in the air.
"Donor, you don't have to be polite, you should." The old monk felt that Buddhism had taken advantage of him, so he stepped forward to protect the Qingzong, but it still didn't work: "Donor Chen, although there are not many good things in the Buddhist treasury, there are still a few things that I need.
I don’t want the donor to go and have a look. If you have a chance, just take it.”
"Is this...good?"
How could Chen Qingyuan not eat the fat meat that was brought to his mouth? This was just a polite comment.
"Of course." The old monk nodded.
"Okay, then I'll just pick out a few random things and give you some ideas."
Chen Qingyuan grinned.
"By the way, this tea is not bad. I would like to ask for some to take back to my tutor. Is that possible?"
Then, Chen Qingyuan continued.
"If the donor likes it, of course." Immediately, the old monk unlocked the door restrictions and said to a certain eminent monk: "Wu Yi, uproot the 100,000-year-old enlightenment tree at the end of the tea garden and prepare to give it away.
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"What?" The eyelids of the eminent monk who managed the tea garden suddenly trembled, his expression changed drastically, and he suspected that he had heard something wrong.
There is currently the only tree of enlightenment that is 100,000 years old in Buddhism. It only takes 500 years to pick tea leaves, which only weighs 100 kilograms each time, which is extremely precious.
There are many eminent monks, and they want to use it as favors. Each eminent monk is only given three to five taels of tea each time.
The Enlightenment Tree, regarded as a treasure by Buddhism, was actually uprooted by the abbot and given away.
"Amitabha, this poor monk must have gone crazy and had auditory hallucinations."
The eminent monk Wuyi, who was sitting in the tea garden, was covered in cold sweat and began to chant sutras.