At the entrance of the temple, there were several clean-shaven warriors sweeping the floor. They were uniformly dressed in light blue uniforms made of coarse cloth. Their lowest level of cultivation had reached the level of a martial artist, giving people the impression of being capable.
A flash of light flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes. Are these the monks everyone calls them? They are really different. However, it can be imagined that bathing in such abundant spiritual energy every day will naturally lead to rapid progress.
So he followed other tourists into the temple and arrived at a large square. Many futons had been laid out on the ground for tourists to sit on and listen to the lecture.
A high platform has been set up in front of the square, and the monks are busy going back and forth. It seems that today's lecture is about to begin.
At this time, the futons on the ground were almost full. Zhan Chen followed the others and found a seat in the corner and sat down. He heard the people around him seem to be talking about Master Zhiyuan.
He did not hesitate to express his praises in his words.
After a while, the seats on the ground were completely occupied, and the latecomers had to stand on the edge of the square. Even so, the whole square was still packed.
After a long time, I saw a monk in yellow robes with Zen beads hanging around his neck walking up to the high platform. Behind him were two monks wearing disciples' clothes.
When Zhan Chen saw them, his pupils shrank slightly. He could not mistake it. The two disciples behind him actually had martial arts cultivation. What was the origin of this Xiaoxumi Temple? Its strength was probably even greater than the one he stayed in.
Golden Elephant Sect. And the respected monk in front is probably even higher than the Martial Lord.
The yellow-robed monk stood in the middle and shouted to the audience with his loud voice: "Everyone, please be quiet. Master Zhiyuan is about to start giving a lecture."
The sound resounded through every corner of the square, and everyone could hear it clearly. For a moment, the rustling chatter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the front desk with reverence written on their faces.
The yellow-robed monk once again sang loudly: Master Zhiyuan, please, and then stepped aside.
The vermilion door of the main hall at the rear opened, and an old monk, accompanied by two rows of yellow-robed monks, walked up to the front desk. He had a ruddy face, a thin face, a white beard, and two eyebrows.
The characteristic is like the beard, silvery as snow, and thick and thick. So that most of his eyes are covered by the thick eyebrows, and he can only feel the two eyebrows from time to time through the gap between the eyebrows.
The wise gaze is like a startled glance.
He is also wearing a yellow robe with rosary beads hanging on his body, but unlike other yellow-robed monks, he also wears a shining golden cassock on his left shoulder and holds a golden Zen staff as tall as a person in his hand.
As soon as they saw Master Zhiyuan, everyone present couldn't help shouting: Master Zhiyuan is here.
Zhiyuan smiled at them and greeted them, then sat on the high platform in front and began to lecture on Buddhist scriptures. Although what he talked about were some ancient and difficult things to understand, there was a soothing artistic conception flowing in his words, which was like music that was beautiful and made people unable to understand.
Consciously, my mind becomes peaceful, and I develop a mentality of being independent from the world and devoted to doing good.
Zhan Chen was gradually infected by him and was immersed in this beautiful artistic conception. Suddenly he suddenly woke up, cold sweat could not help but flow from his forehead. He stared closely at Master Zhiyuan, but he thought in his heart: What is the origin of that Zhiyuan?
, what a terrifying cultivation level can actually affect the mind of a warrior
He vaguely felt that Zhiyuan's cultivation had reached a level that he could not imagine, and then he thought of the various rumors about him coming from the Wanfa Continent. A thought emerged from the bottom of his heart: Could it be that Zhiyuan is
Taoist Immortal
At this moment, he felt a gaze looking at him. Zhan Chen couldn't help but look over and saw that it was Zhiyuan looking in his direction, with a kind smile on his face. The gaze under his eyebrows seemed to match his.
Their eyes overlapped.
Thump thump, Zhan Chen felt his heart begin to beat rapidly, and comforted himself in his heart: It can't be such a coincidence, it must be my illusion that Zhiyuan would pay attention to me.
In fact, this was not his illusion. The moment Zhan Chen woke up from the artistic conception created by Master Zhiyuan, he was discovered by the old man. His eyes couldn't help but shine with two rays of light, and he praised in his heart: This boy's
His willpower is extraordinary. It has been more than a thousand years since I came here. I have never met another person with such a strong will as him. This is a good piece of material. If he is guided well, he might be able to do it in the future.
Maybe I should form a good relationship. Haha, I'm afraid this is an unpredictable fate.
At this time, everyone present was naturally unaware that at this moment, the heart of the old mage on the high platform was going through thousands of times, and he was still listening to the profound scriptures fascinatedly.
After finishing the lecture, the audience was still thinking about it, and there was a lingering sound that lingered in their ears. At this time, Master Zhiyuan stood up and smiled at everyone: Dear donors, today’s lecture ends here.
, everyone, please go back. If you want to offer incense and worship Buddha, please come to the main hall.
After saying that, he turned around and led everyone away. At this time, no one noticed that he gave a few instructions to a disciple next to him.
Everyone dispersed and went to the side halls of the main hall to burn incense and worship Buddha. Zhan Chen came there for the first time and followed them in, only to see tall golden Buddha statues placed in the main hall, and some warriors actually bowed to them.
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He couldn't help but sneer in his heart: These people are really ridiculous. How can there be gods in this world? The so-called gods are probably just people with advanced cultivation. Why should we kneel down to them?
While he was thinking about it, he saw a monk walking up to him and whispered to him: Donor, our host has invited you.
It was Master Zhiyuan Zhan Chen who couldn't help but scream.
This made the devout people around him look angrily, and the monk hurriedly said: Donor, come with me.
Zhan Chen had no choice but to suppress the shock in his heart and follow him away. As he walked, he was still beating a drum in his heart: Why did Zhiyuan come to me? My cultivation level is so different from his. That's it. Just make peace with what you have come and let it go.
You will know later.
Afterwards, the two of them entered the depths of the temple one after another and came to a secluded area. There was a main hall there, but the door was closed. The monk stood aside and saluted Zhan Chen.
, said: Donor, please go in, our host is waiting for you inside.
Zhan Chen suppressed his uneasiness, pushed open the door of the palace, and stepped inside, only to see Zhiyuan bowing to a broad and fat Smiling Bodhisattva in the middle. On both sides of the smiling Buddha, there were also
There are four golden statues, but they are completely opposite to the smiling Bodhisattva. They all stand majestically, holding weapons and magic weapons in their hands.
When Master Zhiyuan saw Zhan Chen coming here, he stood up with a smile and said to him: Donor, you must be wondering why I came to you.
Why Zhan Chen also asked curiously.
Because of the word fate, this may be the arrangement of fate.
When Zhan Chen heard his mysterious remarks, he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. However, it was rare for this senior master to condescend to treat a small role like his, so he patiently listened to him.
Donor’s surname
My name is Zhan Chen.
Zhan Donor, what do you think of our Buddhist scriptures? Zhiyuan suddenly asked.
Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment.
Please speak frankly. Master Zhiyuan looked at his eyes seriously.
Zhan Chen plucked up the courage and said: Master Mage, let me tell you straight, the ideal is very beautiful, but unfortunately it is not realistic at all to persuade evil people to do good and rely on words to resolve conflicts in this world.
A world where the strong are respected.
Master Zhiyuan retorted: But you didn’t try, how do you know it won’t work?
Zhan Chen sneered: How to deal with people who want to kill?
I will try my best to dissuade them and let them turn their hostility into friendship.
What if they insist on doing this?
We can only stop their evil deeds and then persuade them to do good.
Zhan Chen shouted: But this is only for the strong, the weak will only be slaughtered, and all this depends on strength.
At this time, Zhiyuan pointed to the big Buddha statue in the middle and said: Donor, what do you see?
Zhan Chen answered truthfully: This is just a statue.
No, they represent the sages. These people have been working hard to save the suffering of the world, constantly admonishing to resolve the hatred in people's hearts, and even use them to block the killer's blade, so as to resolve the hostility of the wicked.
If everyone in the world can be like them, then the world will no longer be in constant conflict.
So in your eyes, they are just statues, but in our eyes they represent the admirable spirit. Speaking of this, Master Zhiyuan had a determined look in his eyes.
Zhan Chen was silent for a moment, and finally broke out: Some people are stubbornly evil. If they wait for them to improve, how many people will be slaughtered. I have personally seen how the demon cultivators killed the villagers, and I also
Having been repeatedly forced into desperate situations by others, these evil people cannot be persuaded.
He suddenly raised his head, looked at the statue of the King of Heaven on one side, pointed at the sword in the statue's hand and shouted: If you wait for all the evil people to change from good to good, why don't I turn into this diamond sword and cut off all the evil in the world?
Master Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard what he said. He suddenly laughed and said: Okay, that's well said. What a sword that can be used to kill evil and eliminate evil. Donor, please remember what you said today and the words in your heart.