I Can’t Be The Sword God

2020-12-08

Chapter 234 This kid is a Taoist priest

“Ah, little Master Li, your sutra is so beautiful… um, really It’s nice.”

“Yeah, the Buddhist scriptures you’ve taught… make people want to fall in love.”

“Nonsense, why do I want to become a monk with little Master Li so much? What…”

“It’s not called a monk when two people are together, it’s called a family.” Someone coldly said.

……

Li Chu was sitting on the altar, and a large number of people listening to the scriptures below had blocked the whole street.

So many people gathered in one place without any noise.

Because everyone was listening to his “Scripture Lecture”.

That’s right, simply Scripture Lecture – read the entire scriptures. If there’s anything to praise, it’s probably articulate, low-pitched and sexy?

But everyone hears as if drunk and stupefied.

Besides the other Dharma altar in the distance, Bai Lingchen and Young Master Bai once again experienced the feeling of “disappear from the face of the earth”.

Young Master Bai was filled with grief and indignation.

I’m gone again?

What kind of Scripture Lecture are you? You are clearly thinking about it! The most important thing about Scripture Lecture is to explain the scriptures for everyone. This is the meaning of “speaking”.

simply because it was a Taoist priest who changed his career halfway, so he didn’t understand the scriptures!

For this Scripture Lecture, at least I prepared a few days of homework.

Bai Lingchen, who has always been aggressive and never worked hard, didn’t expect that one day, he would be able to win in his “hard work”…

But he was rejected for his looks. Press and rub on the ground…

and grind all the way down to the Eighteen Levels of Hell…

the sewer…

the rat hole…

The basement…

But he didn’t even dare to ask questions, just heard Li Chu Scripture Lecture’s team line up here, he just wanted to take the opportunity to gain some popularity and start Scripture Lecture , was scolded by more than a dozen girls at the same time for “shut up”.

This was unimaginable in the eighteen years of his life.

He had to silently write down Li Chu’s face, and his heart was secretly ruthless.

Little Daoist Priest.

Don’t let me touch you again in the future.

Otherwise…I’ll see you once! hide from you once!

After reading a round of scriptures, the Scripture Lecture has been signed up. Li Chu was about to finish work early when someone asked below.

“Little Master Li, where do you usually cultivate…” A girl looked towards him reluctantly: “Even if you are not a monk, there is always a temple you often visit.”

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“Well…” Li Chu hesitated, then said, “I usually cultivate in the Cloud Heart Temple in the south of the city.”

“Deyun…” The girl repeated: “Temple? “

“View.”

Li Chu also emphasized the repetition.

“Didn’t you just teach the Buddhist scriptures?” The girl next to her was also not confident.

“Yes…but in fact, my main occupation is a Taoist priest.” Li Chu said calmly.

“Then why did you come to participate in the Buddhist fate meeting…” Another person asked in surprise.

Li Chu said seriously: “Part-time.”

……

White Dragon Temple.

On the top of Mount Hongdu, a monk with a solemn appearance stands on the top of the peak. This monk is dressed in a red gold cassock and wears sandalwood beads on his neck. He is tall and not young. A sense of depth.

It is the contemporary abbot of White Dragon Temple, Zen Master Fashan.

As the leader of the famous party sect today, he is a pivotal figure in Divine Luo City.

In front of him, there was another rickety old monk, dressed in tattered cotton robes, with ragged clothes and swaying white beard. He was the one who collected demons in the mountains last night.

Looking at the positions of the two, the old monk stood in front of the cliff, looking out into the sky with a gesture of compassion.

The Zen Master Fashan was standing respectfully behind the old monk.

“Is this Buddhist Fate Meeting going to be alright?”

After a long time, the old monk asked aloud.

“Alas.”

Chan Master Fa Shan smiled wryly.

“The hearts of the people are not ancient, and the world is cold. A temporary Huadu conference has attracted all eyes. We are in this Buddhist meeting, Scripture Lecture chanting, where there are beauties who sing and dance. I will wait.

I’ve thought of some ways, and I hope it can be maintained.”

“How can the Buddhist Word Hall of Yunfu Temple become better? You have no status, haven’t you thought about it?” The old monk asked leisurely.

Although what he said seemed to be reproach, there was no harshness in his tone.

“I have reflected on it.” Master Fashan replied.

“What’s the result?”

“People from Divine Luo City…” Chan Master Fashan said, “It’s not serious.”

“Huh.” The monk couldn’t help but laugh, “You just think about this?”

“If you don’t collide with the Huadu Conference, it would be better for the Buddha to meet… It’s just this meeting that shows the hearts of the people. Which is more important.”

“In the early years, there were only many brotherl wine shops in Divine Luo City. Over time, they have developed into a pillar industry, and now they have become a local feature.” Master Fashan shook his head and said: ” All the girls in other places are ashamed of being in the brotherl, only the girls here dream of becoming the oiran, making all living beings overwhelmed. The people of the city are also proud of it.”

“How can it be worth it when it comes to men and women. Obsessed?”

“It’s weird.”

“Forget it…” The old monk also shook his head, “Anyway, the success or failure of my White Dragon Temple is not in this Buddha game. The fate meeting.”

Fa Shan replied, “Yes…the future of White Dragon Temple lies in Master Ancestor…”

The old monk wrinkled rarely. Mei, coldly said: “As the abbot of a temple, you actually have the idea of being so dependent on others, how should you be punished?” “Disciple is confused. After the Buddhist meeting, he will invite himself to face the wall for three years.”

“Yes.” The old monk gently nodded.

After being silent for a while, he said again: “This time, we went to Yunfu Temple on the southern tour. Jiang Yi has not attained the Bodhi in the world, so there is still a chance for the master.”

“Clam ?”

Fa Shan was also delighted.

“But you can’t relax. The White Dragon Temple is yours and ours, but in the final analysis, it’s yours.” The old monk said again: “If you want to restore the former glory, you need to be Self-improvement.”

“Disciple understands.”

Chan Master Fashan agreed, suddenly raised his finger and said, “Look, the one who is going up the mountain now is from the Old City in the Western Regions. The Second Prince, Ye Shuo.”

In the direction of his finger, across the vast clouds and mist, only a person with excellent eyesight could vaguely see a line of black dots running up the mountain.

But the conversation between the two monks seemed to be close at hand.

It was a young man with blond hair and a supple shawl, with a delicate and pretty face. He had warm eyes and a warm smile on his face. Dressed in plain robes and rolled sleeves, he is walking along the mountain road to the White Dragon Temple step by step.

Behind him, a group of more than 100 people followed, all kinds of, and they all looked like ordinary people.

In front of him, some people from Scripture Lecture came back one after another, but the letters that followed were dozens or even none.

It’s a bit of an exaggeration for a team as big as him.

“Is this child good?” the old monk asked.

“Yes.” Master Fashan said: “When he was in the Western Regions, he cultivated under the seat of the Aurora Bodhisattva, and his perception was very high. When he first arrived, I had a long talk with him. He is quite profound. I am also most optimistic about him this time.”

“Well, the younger generations will surpass us in time.” The old monk nodded neither sorrow nor joy.

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

“Where’s that?”

Chan Master Fa Shan looked in the direction he pointed and saw a longer line.

There are hundreds of people in that group, and more and more, they are leaving the gate of Divine Luo City and walking towards the foot of Hongdu Mountain. In comparison, the team just now paled in comparison.

Being the first person, azure clothes are plain.

Fa Shan’s expression became slightly embarrassed.

“This kid…”

“A Taoist priest.”

(End of this chapter)