Fan Jie's face showed joy, he had already thought about it before he came.
To use violence in an ancient temple is to seek death.
The only way to get this relic is to outsmart it.
Fan Jie looked at the old monk sweeping the floor in front of him and asked: "Master, in that case, please give me the relic."
However, the old sweeping monk took out his broom and said, "According to what Master Fan Jie said, this broom is no different from a relic. How about I give this broom to Master Fan Jie?"
Lin Xiaofeng, who was standing behind, almost couldn't help laughing.
At this time, Fan Jie also noticed Lin Xiaofeng standing at the door of the Main Hall. A cold light flashed in his eyes: "Lin Xiaofeng!"
Lin Xiaofeng asked with a smile: "Master Fanjie, do you have any advice?"
Fan Jie's heart sank. Could it be that his search for the relics had been leaked?
Before searching for the relics, he had deliberately concealed the information. Even the people sent by the Buddhist sect to obtain the relics were his absolute confidants.
Think about it carefully, how could it leak?
But looking at Lin Xiaofeng and others in front of them, the news was not leaked, so what?
Fan Jie took a deep breath and looked at the old monk sweeping the floor: "I wonder how Master is willing to give away the relics?"
The old monk sweeping the floor looked at Fan Jie, clasped his hands, and said calmly: "The relic is the most precious treasure enshrined in my ancient temple. If you want to take it away, it is not impossible, but you need someone who is destined to take it away."
"What is a destined person?" Fan Jie asked.
The old monk sweeping the floor said: "Anyone who has a predestined relationship with my Buddha is fine. As long as Master Fanjie can prove that your Dharma is more exquisite than mine, I will naturally give it to you."
Wangcai whispered from the side: "If this old man doesn't give it, then he won't give it to you. What else can he say about Buddhism and the Buddhist teachings of Fan Jie, which can be as powerful as the monks in this ancient temple?"
Lin Xiaofeng shook his head: "Keep your voice down, don't talk."
Comparing Buddhism is not about comparing who is stronger, but about who has a stronger understanding of Buddhism.
Fan Jie said: "Then, I will show my shame and discuss Buddhism with the master?"
"Please." After the old sweeping monk made a gesture of invitation, he sat cross-legged on a futon.
Fan Jie sat opposite the old monk sweeping the floor and said slowly: "May I ask Master, what is Buddha?"
This is a proactive attack.
Lin Xiaofeng was also very interested.
Of course it was impossible for him to let Fanjie get the relics, but at this time he was discussing Buddhism with the sweeping old monk.
Once you lose, if you are willing to admit defeat, there will naturally be nothing to say.
If Fan Jie wins, Lin Xiaofeng can also take action and snatch the relics from Fan Jie.
Now Fan Jie's strength is not even the slightest bit different from his own.
The old sweeping monk smiled and said nothing.
There was silence for a minute in the Main Hall.
Fan Jie finally couldn't help but said: "Master, I have asked the question, it is time for you to give me the answer."
The old monk sweeping the floor pointed to the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha in the center of the Mahavira Hall.
"What do you mean, Master?" Fan Jie asked.
The old monk sweeping the floor: "Isn't this the Buddha?"
Fan Jie was a little speechless when asked.
You say he is a Buddha, but this is just a bunch of stone statues.
But you said he is not a Buddha?
This is the golden body of Gautama Buddha.
"Then what is this?" Fan pointed at himself.
"Are you a Buddha?" the old sweeping monk asked.
Fan Jie asked: "Am I not?"
The old sweeping monk shook his head: "You are not a Buddha."
Fan Jie asked: "Then how do you explain that Buddha is everywhere."
"Where is the Buddha?" asked the old sweeping monk, "Is there one? Can you take it out and let me see?"
Between the two of you, you say something and I say something.
Speak very quickly.
Lin Xiaofeng and Fan Jie stood aside, listening to it like a tongue twister.
Wangcai asked Lin Xiaofeng in a low voice: "Which one of them has the upper hand?"
"How do I know?" Lin Xiaofeng shook his head.
He himself was also confused by what he heard.
Buddhism is really enough to make people feel speechless.
I just like this ambiguous tone.
The two talked for a while and finally stopped.
Fan Jie was forced by the sweeping old monk to the point where he could not even speak.
Finally, Fan Jie let out a breath, raised his hands and said, "I lose."
The old monk sweeping the floor asked: "Do you still want the relics?"
"Of course I do." Fan Jie nodded and said, "It's of no use if the master leaves the relics. Why don't you let me go and save the world?"
The old sweeping monk shook his head and said, "You don't look like the kind of monk who can bring salvation to the world. Instead, you seem to bring harm to the world."
"In this case, the young monk wants to live in the ancient temple for a period of time, and I hope the master will agree." Fan Jie said.
"This is natural." The old sweeping monk nodded: "The ancient temple is open to everyone."
After saying that, he looked back at Lin Xiaofeng and then at Fan Jie: "The two of you seem to have had some conflicts in the past, but in this ancient temple, I hope you two will not cause trouble, otherwise, there will be no benefit to either of you."
The old monk sweeping the floor said to Lin Xiaofeng: "Donor, please take him to settle down next to the guest room where you live."
"I'll take it?" Lin Xiaofeng pointed to his nose: "It's good if I don't deal with this guy."
The old sweeping monk had no intention of continuing the conversation with Lin Xiaofeng.
Turn around and leave.
Fan Jie stood up with a smile and said, "Donor Lin, please take me there."
"You bastard, what do you want to do with so many relics?" Lin Xiaofeng asked with a smile.
"It can't be said, it can't be said." Fan Jie shook his head.
Lin Xiaofeng took this guy and ran to where he lived.
While walking on the road, Fan Jie asked with a smile: "I heard that on the day of Donor Lin's wedding, his wife died. What a pity."
"That's right." Lin Xiaofeng forced a smile and said, "Why, Master Fanjie also wants to visit the underworld?"
Fan Jie shook his head: "Even if I die, I will go to the Western Paradise. How can I go to hell?"
"By the way, as a monk, don't you think you have no descendants?"
"Donor Lin's wife died, doesn't it mean she has no heirs?"
"I can resurrect my wife."
"I can also return to secular life and find a wife to have children."
"If you do this, aren't you afraid that Buddha will reward you with a thunder?"
The two of you said something to each other, and I started talking to each other.
The purpose is also very simple, to get the other party to do it to you.
The old monk who swept the floor just now said so. Once anyone takes action, the ancient temple will definitely not spare the person who made the first move.
At this time, the two were full of fire and taunting each other.
Finally, the two of them arrived at the door.
They also became neighbors.
After Lin Xiaofeng returned to the house, he felt sulky in his heart.
"I'm so angry." Lin Xiaofeng slammed the table and cursed: "That bastard Fan Jie, if he wasn't in the ancient temple, I would have hacked him to death countless times."
Fan Jie in the next room also looked livid.
"Lin Xiaofeng, how dare you mock me for having no heirs? Damn it, who said you can't ask for a wife when you are a monk? I will ask for ten wives for you later!"