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Chapter 113: If I am fragrant, I will recruit bees and butterflies

On the way down the mountain.

Xuanzheng walked in the front, Jingming and the young monk followed behind Xuanzhen.

"Who said my apprentice is a fool?" After hearing Jingming's words, Xuan Zheng seemed to have no reaction at all, and just asked expressionlessly.

"Everyone...says that." Jingming answered cautiously, for fear of offending the eminent monk Xuanzheng, who is said to have millions of monks in the world, but only one of them is shocking.

Xuan Zheng smiled slightly when he heard this. He didn't seem to be angry because of these words, and whispered: "Mingjing, do you think your junior brother is a fool?"

Mingjing was stunned when she heard this. She regretted that she shouldn't have said this. Wasn't this digging a hole to bury herself? If she said that the young monk was a fool, she would offend Xuanzheng. If she said otherwise, the monk couldn't lie, so

Mingjing is a bit difficult.

Xuanzheng understood what Mingjing meant, turned to look at the young monk and asked: "Apprentice, what do you think?"

"What?" The young monk had just focused on the flowers and plants in the mountain and had no intention of listening to the conversation between these two people.

"Do you think you are a fool?" Xuan Zheng asked.

"I am slow to memorize scriptures and slow to practice martial arts. It is true to say that I am stupid." The young monk replied with a relaxed expression.

"Why don't you and I let you participate in this martial arts tournament?" Xuan Zheng asked again.

"I don't know." The young monk shook his head, and then quickly added: "But I know that the master is not afraid of embarrassing me and does not allow me to participate in this martial arts competition."

"Yeah." Xuan Zheng nodded slightly and did not continue to ask.

"Uncle Xuanzheng, I think junior brother's martial arts is pretty good. Why don't you let junior brother prove himself in this martial arts competition?" Jingming listened to the conversation between master and apprentice, and was a little confused.

asked.

"Proof?" Xuan Zheng smiled slightly, turned to look at the young monk and asked, "Apprentice, do you need proof?"

"No need." The young monk shook his head.

"Why? There are many people in this temple who say you are a fool, so you are willing to admit that you are a fool?" Jingming asked quickly.

"I am not smart myself." The young monk replied with a smile, and then continued: "It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that the great road is invisible and nameless. If I am smart, then everyone in the world will know that I am smart. If I am stupid,

Then everyone knows me

I am stupid, no matter how much I prove it, it cannot change other people's impression of me. The green bamboos are all Dharmakaya. The gloomy yellow flowers are nothing but prajna. I am just like the green bamboos and yellow flowers. If I am fragrant and attract bees and butterflies, I don't need to

Prove it like anyone.”

Jingming was shocked when he heard what the young monk said. It turned out that his junior brother, who in his eyes could not understand Buddhist scriptures and could not practice martial arts, could actually say such a great truth. Could it be that the junior brother in front of him behaved like this on weekdays?

Are you all pretending to be silly?

"Do you understand now why I don't let your junior brother participate in this martial arts competition?" Xuan Zheng looked at Jingming and asked.

"Understand." Jingming replied.

"If you understood everything, my disciple wouldn't be stupid." Xuan Zheng replied with a smile.

Jingming looked at the two masters and disciples in silence for a moment, then clasped his hands together and said lightly: "Everyone in the world says that I am muddy, but I keep the clearness in my chest."

Maybe the little monk really doesn't need to prove to anyone whether he is a fool or a genius. The one who knows best is himself.



Xuan Zheng led his disciples to the main hall of the temple. When he saw Xuan Zheng's figure, the abbot hurriedly walked up to him holding a Buddhist support.

"Abbott."

Xuanzheng put his hands together and bowed slightly.

"Master Pang has been waiting for you for a long time. Once you get in, don't say anything irritating and stupid."

After the abbot returned the gift, he whispered to Xuan Zheng.

"Know."

Xuan Zheng nodded, and then walked towards the main hall with long strides. The young monk quickly followed Xuan Zheng. He originally wanted to ask the abbot for rice money, but saw that the abbot was in a hurry.

I didn't find a chance to speak.

After Pang Liang saw Xuan Zheng in the main hall, he quickly got up and walked to the entrance of the main hall.

"Donor Pang, long time no see."

Xuan Zheng saluted Pang Liang with a smile.

"Yeah." Pang Liang snorted coldly, and then continued: "I haven't seen you for such a long time, and you are still in the Xuantian realm. You are not afraid of losing face to your master Duanchen Living Buddha."

"Don't you still want to stay in this no-man's land?" Xuan Zheng replied lightly.

"you!"

Pang Liang pointed at Xuan Zheng and was about to speak when he was stopped by the abbot.

"You two are so old, how come you still act like that young man when we meet?" the abbot said with a smile.

"Hmph." Pang Liang shook his sleeves, then looked at Xuan Zheng and said: "I came today just to compete with you. I also said just now, no matter whether I win or lose this time, I will never come to you again.

Already."

"You lost, are you convinced?" Xuan Zheng asked.

"That's natural." Pang Liang nodded.

"Yeah." Xuan Zheng nodded slightly.

"But before the competition, I have a request."

"you say."

"I want all the monks in Qingshan Temple to come out and watch our competition, so that you won't admit it if you lose." Pang Liang shouted loudly.

"I won't deny it." Xuan Zheng replied with a smile.

"That won't work either."

"You have to discuss this matter with the abbot," Xuan Zheng replied.

Pang Liang looked at Xuanzheng, then at the abbot.

"Donor Pang, I will be the referee for this competition, what do you think?" the abbot asked proactively.

"It doesn't matter who is the referee, I just want everyone in Qingshan Temple to see it." Pang Liang replied stubbornly.

"But..." The abbot looked a little embarrassed.

"Brother Abbot, just follow his wishes." Xuan Zheng advised.

"Okay, since Donor Pang insists on this, I have agreed." The abbot nodded, then turned to look at Jingming and said: "Jingming, please go and inform the disciples in the temple to come to the lecture venue in half an hour.

"

"Okay, Abbot." Jingming agreed quickly.

"By the way, call your three elders from Qingshan Temple." Pang Liang added.

"The three elders, Master Pang, Xu Yun, Xu Dao and Xu Fa, are already old. Isn't it inappropriate to do this?" the abbot asked with a frown.

"I will personally apologize to the three elders afterwards. Abbot does not need to worry too much." Pang Liang waved his hand and replied.

"Then, let's call together." The abbot agreed with some helplessness.

"Okay." Jingming nodded and ran outside the hall.

"If the three elders are unwell, there is no need to force them." Pang Liang added.

"good."

After Jingming left the main hall, the abbot was in front, Pang Liangxuanzheng and others were behind. The young man in black and the young monk followed behind them. The five of them walked toward the lecture hall, which was said to be able to hold tens of thousands of people.

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