"All living beings are Buddhas, hahaha, wonderful! So wonderful! The poor monk has been taught."
Lin Jichen did not expect that his answer would make the white-bearded monk very satisfied. He also did not expect that the other party's inquiry to him had just begun.
"The poor monk asks you again, there is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? How do you interpret this?"
Lin Jichen looked like he was thinking on the surface, but actually he wanted to curse in his heart. Did this bald donkey think that he knew everything about feelings, and he still wanted to continue after asking a question?
So Lin Jichen simply pretended to shake his head and said, "I don't know, disciple."
I thought I could avoid being entangled in this way, but I didn't expect that the white-bearded monk looked at him with a half-smile and said, "No, you know, your eyes told the poor monk that you just don't want to answer."
Lin Jichen's back felt cold. How did this old monk know what he was thinking? Could he read minds?
In order to prevent the monk from further probing and revealing his identity, Lin Jichen had no choice but to make it up again.
"I believe that there is no hell in the world. The so-called hell is just a source of pain. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. The source of good is bliss, and the source of evil is hell. No one can go to hell for others, and no one can replace them.
Others can achieve bliss, the cycle of cause and effect, and the justice of heaven!"
The white-bearded monk's eyes were shining, but he didn't give up and continued to ask.
"The poor monk will ask you again. There is a fishmonger and an eminent monk who are neighbors. The fishmonger kills countless fish every day, and the eminent monk chants sutras and chants Buddha's name every day. For their daily tasks, they agree that whoever wakes up first will go there every day.
Wake the other person up, that's it, the eminent monk chants sutras every day, and the fishmonger kills fish every day, you think, after the two of them die, who will go to hell and who will go to bliss?"
When asked this question, all the disciples felt puzzled.
Is there any need to think about this question? If a fishmonger kills animals every day, he will definitely go to hell. If an eminent monk chants sutras and worships Buddha every day, he will definitely reach bliss.
But what everyone didn't expect was that Lin Jichen gave another answer without thinking.
"Of course the eminent monk will go to hell, and the fishmonger will go to heaven!"
The white-bearded monk did not refute, but stared at Lin Jichen with interest and asked: "Why?"
Lin Jichen answered without hesitation: "It's very simple. The fishmonger kills fish for survival. Although he commits murder, he is not a Buddhist and does not need to observe the precepts."
"That's true, but he doesn't seem to be good enough to reach bliss, right?" the white-bearded monk asked with a smile.
Lin Jichen replied calmly: "The problem is that the two of them wake up each other every day. The fishmonger wakes up the eminent monk every day to ask the eminent monk to chant sutras and worship Buddha, and the eminent monk wakes up the fishmonger every day to ask the fishmonger to kill animals. Therefore,
The eminent monk indirectly committed the crime of murder and deserves to go to hell."
Everyone was suddenly enlightened and felt a sense of enlightenment.
The white-bearded monk laughed heartily and looked at Lin Jichen with hidden admiration.
He then looked at the other three people beside him and said: "Junior brother and sister, which of your disciples is this child? I am very interested in him. Can you give up your love and let him come to my Putuo Temple to take charge? It just so happens that I have been thinking recently.
Let him retreat to the shrine and let him temporarily take over as abbot to help the old man manage the temple."
hiss!
Everyone at the scene took a breath. After a brief period of shock, jealousy followed! Naked jealousy!
Putuo Temple is a Buddhist temple in Huafeng Prefecture, together with Tianyin Temple in Muxian Prefecture, Jinshan Temple in Yongning Prefecture, and Baima Temple in Yuehua Prefecture, they are the four most powerful Buddhist temples.
The strength and status of Putuo Temple are even higher than those of the other three temples.
Putuo Temple is recognized as the strongest Buddhist sect, and the leader, the white-bearded monk in front of you, is also the current highest power holder in Buddhism.
If Putuo Temple issues an order, all Buddhist schools in the world must follow it, and they will all take the lead.
Now the white-bearded monk suddenly wants to admit Lin Jichen into Putuo Temple and make him the acting abbot! This is simply a fantasy!
A Buddhist cultivator in the realm of enlightenment is actually nothing in the entire Buddhist sect. In terms of position, at most he is the head of a certain branch like Sheng Yuan.
But becoming an abbot, that is, a head-level position, is impossible without the Ascension Realm.
What's more, this is Putuo Temple, the highest symbol of Buddhism!
Not to mention the disciples below, even Zhiyuan and the other abbots of other state temples showed expressions of astonishment and envy.
Sheng Yuan, who was sitting above, looked as usual, but in fact he was going crazy with jealousy.
He felt that his face had been disgraced at this time. He was recognized as the most talented disciple in Buddhism, and his position among the younger generation of disciples had always been unshakable.
This kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing was supposed to be my turn, but I didn't expect that an unknown boy would get there first.
Sheng Yuan glanced at the other person with his peripheral vision, and his mind kept thinking about the origin and identity of this kid.
But when he took a closer look, he was a little confused, because this person's face looked very familiar!
Shengyuan's brain was racing rapidly. Suddenly, veins popped up on his forehead, his eyes widened, and he sat up suddenly.
"you!!!!!"
But just when he was about to reveal the other party's identity, Lin Jichen, who was the center of envy in the audience, blew himself up.
"Master, actually I lied to you. I am not a monk. My name is Lin Jichen. I come from the Tianyan Sword Sect and am the only disciple of the Sword Sect's leader Leng Feiyan."
The reason why Lin Jichen revealed his identity was because he was forced to do so. The white-bearded monk asked him about it. If he didn't confess, he would definitely be discovered.
Instead of doing this, it's better to just be honest and be lenient.
He was also worried in his heart. He thought he could sneak in and find out about Jingyi Shenni.
I never thought that the development of things was completely beyond my expectation, and that I would have to surrender in person.
It’s all over now. Sneaking into someone else’s Fotan Conference is like letting a mouse enter the cat’s nest and getting takeout (wry smile).
After Lin Jichen revealed his identity, the scene fell into a dead silence, and everyone's brains seemed to have shut down.
Who am I? Where am I? Am I dreaming?
How brave is this guy? As a disciple of the Sword Sect, he dares to come here pretending to be a Buddhist cultivator?
Only Shengyuan was not in a daze. His eyes were filled with ecstasy, and a sense of pleasure that a great revenge was about to be repaid swept through his body.
Without waiting for anyone to react, Shengyuan left his seat instantly, walked towards Lin Jichen, and slapped Lin Jichen hard with his palm.
Of course, Lin Jichen would not sit still and wait for death. He moved his figure to avoid Shengyuan's sneak attack.
Shengyuan wanted to continue to take action, but the white-bearded monk suddenly said: "Shengyuan, wait a moment and take action."
Sheng Yuan was anxious and said hurriedly: "Great Abbot, this person is our mortal enemy of Tianyin Temple and often opposes our Buddhist sect. This is a God-given opportunity. I will capture him now!"
Abbot Zhiyuan, who was next to the white-bearded monk, also immediately agreed and encouraged: "Brother, the Tianyan Sword Sect has been domineering in recent years relying on its strength. Leng Feiyan once came to my Tianyin Temple to fight. This revenge must be avenged.
ah!"
However, the white-bearded monk smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "No hurry, no rush."
