Guang Liang, there is this person in the earliest legends of Jigong and even in unofficial histories.
It has nothing to do with a certain current TV series based on magic.
As a supervisor of the temple, he is a master of profound Buddhism, but his realm has not reached the level of Huiyuan, Huikong and others. Without awakening the root of wisdom, he cannot realize that he is the reincarnation of the dragon-subduing Arhat.
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It is normal not to want to see yourself.
Who made me smell like this? It's really hard to describe.
So Mrs. Ye didn't care about Guang Liang's malice and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Guang Liang misunderstood, wasn't I going to do morning classes with the big guys?"
"Morning class?"
Guang Liang was surprised and felt absurd, hehehe said: "You actually know what morning classes are, it's really weird, it's weird, but you'd better not dirty the Buddha's mouth and nose with your pickled smell!"
Ye Tai smiled and said: "Senior Brother Guang Liang is right, I will go take a bath and burn incense right now."
After that, he turned around and sneaked to the back mountain to look for wealth, while rubbing mud in the pool.
Guang Liang had long been surprised that his sloppy junior brother had turned around today. Not only did he not reply to him, but he actually heard the word "bath" from his mouth for the first time in several years.
It's really strange.
But before he could sigh, a voice came from the Main Hall in the distance:
"Daoji, Guangliang, morning classes are about to begin, what are you still talking about?"
This voice belongs to their master, Huiyuan.
Guang Liang quickly made a Buddhist salute to the source of the sound and said: "Amitabha, master, come right now."
Then he glanced at Mrs. Ye again, shrank his feet to the ground, and led his two apprentices towards the Main Hall.
Ye Tai rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and followed.
However, he didn't have any magic power to step on his feet, but simply walked slowly with his feet.
Forget it, let’s put aside the matter of taking a bath first. Anyway, my sense of smell is not very sensitive, and if I smoke it, it will also smell to others.
Let’s first look at the foundation of this mythical world.
Lingyin Temple is very big.
It is about the same size as Mrs. Ye's imperial palace in the Tang Dynasty. The surrounding towering mountains and the faintly mysterious qi energy in the mountains also show that this is a strange world with a large map.
Ye Taijin walked slowly for a quarter of an hour before arriving in front of the Main Hall.
At this moment, in the unusually majestic Mahavira Hall, hundreds of novice monks were sitting cross-legged, chanting in unison the first lesson of the morning class, the Surangama Sutra.
On the seven-to-eight-foot-high dome, amidst the devout chanting of hundreds of novice monks, a faintly rich black and yellow aura emerged, gradually converging into a translucent golden Buddha statue. The aura of majesty and compassion covered the land for miles.
Ye Taizheng clicked his tongue in surprise, and faintly heard Huiyuan's private message in his ears: "Since you are here, why don't you come in yet."
Mrs. Ye smiled stupidly and got in with head and tail.
As soon as I walked in, I was washed away by the refreshing and warm Buddhist energy from beginning to end.
After an ordinary person experiences this, he may feel refreshed and awe-struck in an instant.
But Mrs. Ye didn't seem to be affected at all. She looked around first, and then, while Huiyuan, Huikong and others watched silently, she moved a futon and a wooden fish from in front of the Arhat statues on both sides of the hall and sat down.
Into the second sequence.
The first morning class "Surangama Sutra" ended and the second class "Great Compassion Mantra" began.
Everyone was reciting it devoutly, making the atmosphere of Buddha in the Mahavira Hall even stronger.
However, Ye Tai had no idea at all. He could only knock on the wooden fish at will and began to explore the surrounding things.
The Buddhist beads worn on the chests of the elders Huiyuan and Huikong, and the cassocks draped on their bodies, seemed to be very simple, filled with some strange Buddhist aura.
It should be Lingbao.
The golden body of the Buddha and the golden body of Arhat did not feel any strange energy. They were probably just ordinary things. They were just chanted and worshiped by hundreds of novices day and night, and they were full of Buddha nature.
Sudden.
Mrs. Ye felt suffocated in her heart.
He felt that there was a gaze watching him from the dark side, with helplessness, a wry smile, and good intentions.
Ye Tai quickly came back to his senses and looked at the statue of the Crouching Tiger Arhat!
The Crouching Tiger Arhat is the 18th Arhat, and there is a tiger lurking under the golden body, so he will not admit it wrong.
The gaze just now came from this golden body!
Mrs. Ye quickly conveyed her anger: "Brother Fuhu, it's me, Jianglong. When we have time, we two brothers can meet and catch up on old times or something?"
However, the visits from the Luo Han Jin gradually disappeared, and no reply was given to Mrs. Ye.
"Daoji..."
Huiyuan came with another private message.
When Mrs. Ye turned around, she saw that many novice monks were still chanting sutras, but they were looking at her angrily.
Mrs. Ye's movements of knocking on the wooden fish were paused. It turned out that she did not know how to chant sutras, and she continued to knock on the wooden fish randomly, which seriously disrupted everyone's rhythm. The rich Buddhist aura in the main hall also slightly decreased by one or two points.
Mrs. Ye smiled coquettishly and told everyone not to mind. Fortunately, she put down the wooden fish, took out her broken fan, and fanned the wind there.
Guang Liang, who was sitting next to him, had his face turning blue and white, as if he was holding back retching.
Mrs. Ye pretended not to see it and continued to explore Lingyin Temple with her Qi machine.
The strange qi machines in the surrounding mountains interacted with his dragon-attributed qi machines, all of which conveyed the idea of surrender.
It turns out that there are still monsters around Lingyin Temple, but they are all monsters with Buddha nature. They do not convey violent thoughts, but are gentle and pure.
However, under a pagoda in the west of Lingyin Temple, the several qi energies coming from it were completely different from others. Ye Tai could feel the resentment, mania, sadness...all kinds of thoughts.
Are these monsters suppressed by Lingyin Temple?
While Mrs. Ye was exploring, the morning class ended.
Hundreds of novice monks chanted Amitabha Buddha in unison, and then got up. Those who should make breakfast went to make breakfast, those who should ring the bell rang the bell, those who should sweep the floor swept the floor, and those who should place the merit box set up the merit box.
Senior Brother Guang Liang finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"Ugh~"
He retched, then looked at Mrs. Ye angrily and said: "Such a foul smell is an insult to the pure land of Buddhism!"
"Guangliang~"
The abbot, Zen Master Huiyuan, stood up, stopped Guang Liang's personal attack, and said: "Buddhist disciples, everyone is equal, why do you need to target your junior brother like this? Don't worry about it."
At least he didn't pick his feet or rub them in the mud like he did half a year ago...
That’s some progress!
"Amitabha~"
When Guang Liang heard this, he had no choice but to recite the Buddha's name, but when he looked at Mrs. Ye, he still couldn't hide his disgust.
Huiyuan turned a blind eye, and he knew in his heart that Guang Liang and others' hostility towards Daoji could not be changed for a while.
After all, if I hadn't opened my wisdom roots and vaguely knew Daoji's true identity, I wouldn't necessarily have let him act so unruly in front of the Buddha.
But now the Buddha doesn't care, so what do I care about?
Huiyuan clasped his hands together, turned around and walked towards the Zen room behind the Main Hall: "Daoji, come with me."
Mrs. Ye stretched out her dirty hands and patted Senior Brother Guang Liang on the shoulder, leaving a dark five-finger mark. She grinned and said, "Senior Brother Guang Liang, please be patient. Please bear with me."
Guang Liang quickly took a step back, lowered his head to look at the five fingerprints on his shoulder, and looked at Dao Ji angrily.
But he was already carefree and followed Huiyuan into the back hall.