234 This kid is a Taoist

“Ah, young master Li, your Sutra is really good. It’s really nice.”

“Yeah, the Buddhist scriptures you’re telling make people want to fall in love.”

“Nonsense, why do I want to become a monk with young master Li so much?”

“Two people together isn’t called becoming a monk, it’s called becoming a family.” Someone beside him said coldly.

……

Li Chu sat on the platform while the crowd below him had already blocked the entire Street. The crowd was so dark that one could not see the end of the crowd.

There were so many people gathered in one place, but there was no noise.

This was because everyone was listening to his “preaching” just now.

That’s right, it was a simple lecture-read the entire Scripture. If there was anything to be praised about, it would probably be that she was fluent, and her voice was deep and sexy.

However, everyone was mesmerized by the story.

Bai lingchen and master Bai, who were on another platform, were the only ones who had experienced the feeling of ‘disappearing from the face of the earth’.

Master Bai was filled with grief and indignation.

I’m gone again?

What kind of preaching is this? You’re clearly reciting it! The most important part of a sermon was to interpret the Scripture for everyone. This was the meaning of ‘preaching’.

It’s simply because you’re a Daoist who changed your profession halfway that you don’t understand the Scriptures!

For this lecture, he had at least prepared a few days ‘worth of homework.

Bai lingchen, who had always been aggressive and never put in any effort, never thought that one day, he would be able to beat Yingluo in terms of ‘hard work’.

But in terms of looks, she was being pressed to the ground and rubbed against.

And he would grind it all the way to the 18th level of hell.

The sewers.

Inside the mouse hole

In the basement

However, he did not even dare to question them. When the line for Li Chu’s lecture reached this point, he had only wanted to take the opportunity to gain some popularity and start his lecture, but he had been told to shut up by more than ten girls at the same time.

This was something that he could not have imagined in his previous 18 years of life.

He had no choice but to remember Li Chu’s face in his heart.

Little Daoist priest.

Don’t let me see you again.

Otherwise, Yingluo, I’ll see you once! I’ll hide from you once!

After a round of Scriptures, the sutras were all signed. Just as Li Chu was about to end work early, he heard someone ask.

young master Li, where do you usually cultivate? ” a girl looked at him with reluctance.”Even if you haven’t become a monk, you should at least have a temple that you visit often.”

Li Chu hesitated for a moment before he said, ” “I cultivate in the deyun temple in the south of the city every day.”

“De Yun Qianqian” repeated,”The temple?”

“Observe.”

Li Chu repeated.

“Weren’t you lecturing on Buddhist scriptures just now?” The girl next to him was also not confident.

“Yes, but in fact, my main profession is a Taoist priest.” Li Chu said frankly.

then why did you come to participate in the Buddha’s fate meeting? ” someone else asked in surprise.

“It’s a part-time job,” Li Chu replied seriously.

……

White Dragon Temple.

On the peak of Hongdu mountain, a monk with a solemn Dharma face stood. He was wearing a golden Kasaya and sandalwood beads. He was tall and not young. At first glance, he gave people a profound feeling.

He was the current abbot of White Dragon Temple, Zen Master fashan.

He was the leader of a famous sect in the world, a figure who played an important role in shenluo city.

In front of him, there was a hunchbacked old monk. He was wearing a tattered cotton monk’s robe, and his white beard swayed in the wind. He was the Demon Hunter on the mountain last night.

Looking at their positions, the old monk was standing in front of the cliff, looking into the distance with a compassionate look.

Zen Master fashan stood behind the old monk respectfully.

“How’s the Buddha’s fate meeting this time?”

The old monk asked after a long time.

“AI.”

Zen Master fashan laughed bitterly.

“The human heart is not ancient, and the world is cold. A city of flowers conference that was held at the last minute had attracted everyone’s attention. How can we compare our Buddhist fate meeting’s preaching and chanting of Sutras to the Beauty’s singing and dancing? I’ve thought of a few methods, but I hope they’ll be able to just barely maintain it. ”

“Then how can Yunfu temple’s Hall of Buddha be better and better? Our thousands of years of inheritance of the Buddha’s fate will have become less and less important. Have you ever reflected on it?” The old monk asked.

Although his words sounded like he was reproaching her, there was no blame in his tone.

“I did.” Zen Master fashan replied.

“And the result?”

the people of shenluo city, ” monk fashan said.”You’re not serious.”

“Ha.” The old monk could not help but laugh. that’s all you reflected on? ”

when we don’t clash with the Huadu meeting, the Buddha’s fate Association is actually fine. It’s only after this encounter that we know what’s more important in the hearts of the people.

in the early years, there were only a few brothels and taverns in shenluo city. As time passed, it actually developed into a pillar industry. Today, it has even become a local scenery. Zen Master fashan shook his head. other girls are ashamed of living in brothels. Only the girls here dream of becoming courtesans and captivating all living beings. The citizens of the city are proud of this.”

“how can the matters between men and women be worth being so obsessed with?”

“Strange.”

forget it. the old monk shook his head, ” the success or failure of our White Dragon Temple doesn’t depend on this meeting anyway.

“That’s right,” Zen Master fashan replied,”the future of the White Dragon Temple lies in the hands of the Grandmaster.”

The old monk frowned and said coldly, ” “As the abbot of a temple, you actually have the thought of relying on others. How should you be punished?”

When monk fashan heard this, he was shocked and said, ” “I’m confused. After the meeting, I’ll face the wall for three years,”

“Yes,” The old monk nodded.

After a moment of silence, he continued,”during our tour to the South, we arrived at Yunfu temple.” Jiang Yiyi didn’t obtain the Bodhi tree of the world, so master still has a chance.”

“Ha?”

Zen Master fashan was overjoyed.

“But you can’t relax either. White Dragon Temple is yours and ours, but it’s yours in the end.” “If you want to restore your former glory, you must be strong,” the old monk reminded.

“I understand.”

Zen Master fashan agreed and suddenly raised his finger. look, the person who is coming up the mountain now is the second Prince from bulao city in the Western regions, ye Ling.

The direction he was pointing at was separated by the vast clouds. Only people with excellent eyesight could vaguely see a line of black spots on the mountain.

However, the conversation between the two monks seemed to be right in front of him.

It was a handsome young man with shoulder-length blonde hair. His eyes were warm and he had a warm smile on his face. He was wearing a plain robe with flower-patterned sleeves and walking toward White Dragon Temple.

Behind him, there was a group of over a hundred people. They were all of different shapes and sizes, and they looked like ordinary people.

In front of him, there were also some preaching monologues who had returned. However, the number of letters that came with them ranged from a dozen to none.

It was indeed a little exaggerated to have such a large team.

“This kid is not bad?” The old monk asked.

“Yes.” he cultivated under Aurora Bodhisattva in the Western regions, ” Zen Master fashan said. his comprehension is extremely high. I had a long talk with him when I first arrived. The Dharma he had learned was quite profound. I also have the highest hopes for him in this year’s Dharma fate meeting.”

“Yes, the future generations are formidable.” The old monk nodded his head, neither sad nor happy.

Suddenly, he raised his thin arm and pointed further away.

“What about that?”

Monk fashan looked in the direction he was pointing and saw an even longer line.

There were hundreds of people in that group, and their numbers were increasing. They were leaving the city gate of shenluo and walking towards the foot of Hongdu mountain. In comparison, the team just now was somewhat dwarfed.

The person in the lead was dressed in a plain green robe.

Zen Master fashan’s expression turned awkward.

“This brat …”

“He’s a Daoist priest.”