I Can’t Be The Sword God

2020-12-25

Chapter 235 The only student without headphones in the listening test

“Huh? Little Daoist Priest?”

Li Chu was bringing a team of grandiose to the foot of Hongdu Mountain, when someone saw him in the distance and said hello.

Hearing the call, Li Chu followed the sound and saw only a huge bald head.

“Master of the gods?”

Li Chu was also surprised, didn’t expect to meet him here. But after thinking about it, as a Buddhist Disciple, it is more reasonable for him to appear here than himself…

The monk Shenmu greeted him from the audience over there, said with a smile : “Why did you come to Divine Luo City?”

“Come here to do something.” Li Chu replied: “You also came to participate in the Buddhist Fate Club?”

“Yeah, but something went wrong.” Shenmu scratched his head and said with a smile: “The master said that I have fate, so that’s why I came to the conference. Who knew that this year’s first round would go to Divine Luo City Scripture Lecture, as soon as I put on the dharma platform, a few birdmen came to make trouble. They actually sent out flyers and gifts to find someone to listen to the scriptures elsewhere! Digging in front of me? How could I bear this, I just started fighting with them unilaterally… …As a result, the competition was in vain.”

One-sided fight…

Li Chu’s heart started to stir.

“Huh?” Shenmu said halfway through, and suddenly raised his head: “What do you mean by ‘also’?”

“Because… I also came to participate in the Buddha It’s fate.” Li Chu said indifferently.

“en?” The eyes of the monk Shenmu suddenly became serious, he leaned a little closer and lowered his voice: “Are you going to be undercover? Daomen is finally going to attack Buddhism? Yes Inner ghost?”

“…”

Li Chu shook his head speechlessly, “It’s just that life forced me to do some part-time jobs.”

God Monk Mu glanced at him suspiciously, but he seemed to have something to do. He turned around to look at it, and then turned around and said, “I won’t say more, this time I’m here with my Eldest Uncle-Master and Uncle Sanshi. In addition to the Buddhist fate meeting, I will also stay at the White Dragon Temple for a few days. When the meeting is over, I will have a long talk with you.”

“Okay, there is a Deyun branch in the south of the city, You can come and find me over there.”

After a chat, the two fellow villagers separated.

The monk Shenmu returned to his seat at Shuangfei Temple, where the abbot of this generation, the abbot Yishen, and the well-known Zen master Sankong were there. He was not afraid of his own master, but he was afraid of Zen master Yishen, so he did not dare to be as free as before.

The gathering place of the Buddhist Fate Club is on the hillside of Hongdu Mountain, a square in front of the gate of White Dragon Temple. Adjacent to one side of the mountain wall is the viewing seat, there are Buddhist monks from all over the world and some other high-ranking people.

In the central square are ordinary believers. As the Scripture Lecturers from Divine Luo City returned one after another, nearly ten thousand people gathered.

Some jugglers and hawkers wandered in the crowd, and it was very lively for a while.

The contestants returned to record their Scripture Lectures to the monks at White Dragon Monastery, where they were also waiting.

Li Chu’s eyes wandered through the crowd for a while and found the target of this time.

Second Prince, Ye Shuo.

His appearance stands out among the crowd of mortals. With his warm eyes and warm temperament, it is easy to give people a good impression. There were several elderly Buddhist monks talking to him around him, and it didn’t look like he was making a point to Junior, but rather like a peer-to-peer discussion.

In the early years, the countries of the Western Regions were always the land of barbarians in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains.

But after thousands of years of cultural edification, many civilizations in the Western Regions are now prosperous. In recent years, some outstanding people from the Western Regions have often entered the Central Plains, and they can also leave a strong stroke on the painting scroll of the Heluo Dynasty.

Ye Shuo is obviously one of them.

This Buddhist fate meeting may be the node where he took off as Heaven’s Chosen Child from the Western Regions.

It’s a pity…

Li Chu touched his chin, and the easiest way to not let him get the Buddha’s fate is to get it by himself.

If not.

May have to figure out a way to vote for him…

Hmmm.

……

Second Prince in the old city was talking with several Heluo monks when he suddenly felt a thorn in his back. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a slightly outrageously handsome youth in green clothes, looking at him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

If others were spying on him like this, Ye Shuo cautiously would inevitably suspect him harboring malicious intentions. But seeing this person’s appearance, Ye Shuo’s thoughts went astray.

He couldn’t help but exclaim.

Can the Central Plains give birth to such a character? I have never seen and unheard-of in the Western Regions.

Is it the difference in soil and water?

Or climate…temperature…light?

He didn’t have time to think too much, because there were two other subordinates from the Western Regions waving to him in the distance. He immediately pleaded guilty to several monks and ran over there.

Several Heluo eminent monks are not bothered. Ye Shuo is young, but he cultivated under the seat of Bodhisattva, aurora in the Western Regions, and his seniority is terrifying. Seriously speaking, I am afraid that Zen Master Fashan is a generation lower than him. And he is not only high in seniority, but also has a profound grasp of Buddhism. No matter in terms of seniority or Dharma, it cannot be counted as Junior.

Ye Shuo took the two subordinates to the corner and asked, “How’s it going?”

“I couldn’t find out what Luoshui Goddess looked like, so my subordinates asked around. However, there are several painters who have painted the appearance of Luoshui Goddess, but no matter who painted, the face is very blurred, it is said that the fog was lingering on that day.”

“But the peony in the city Flowers bloom undefeated in winter, obviously only Little Princess’s Hundred Flowers immortal physique can do it, otherwise only Earth Immortal can have such magic power.”

The two subordinates said, and took out Several picture scrolls were handed over.

Ye Shuo opened one by one, and the paintings were all similar scenes. All the paintings are scenes of flowers blooming in the streets on the day that Luoshui Goddess entered the city. Different angles and different brushstrokes, but the characters in the paintings are absolutely beautiful.

Unfortunately, the face is somewhat fuzzy.

“What happened here is what the little sister did. I’m afraid it’s pretty close.”

Closing the scroll, Ye Shuo looked into the distance, in the direction of the Luoshen Pavilion, and pondered for a moment.

“I just don’t know what her purpose is?”

“My subordinates think that no matter what Little Princess does, it must be related to the sacred relic itself, and we shouldn’t be able to guess. target.” The subordinate said.

“That’s true.” Ye Shuo nodded, and then coldly snorted: “I won’t argue with them for sacred relic, I’m here to participate in the Buddhist Fate Club, big brother and they may even laugh at me stupid.”

“As everyone knows, only my Master knows this top secret. The method of manipulating the sacred relic is hidden in the solitary Tenghe Sutra in the White Dragon Temple. As long as you get the Tenghe Sutra, no matter who they find the sacred relic, The sacred relic will eventually be for me to use. Hehe, the City Lord of the old city, who will I be?”

“It’s just…”

“My little one My sister has always been smart, I am not afraid of others, but I am only a little worried about her.”

Hearing his words, another subordinate said sullenly: “Second Prince, why don’t you strike first…”

Ye Shuo immediately gave him a fiercely look!

The subordinate immediately knelt down and was about to beg for mercy when Ye Shuo said something.

“You still need to say that? Humph.”

Turning around again, the cold glow in his eyes has faded away, returning to a warm gaze.

“This is the Buddhist Fate Club. Those of you who have ghosts in your heart and lack of cultivation base, don’t stay here. If any eminent monk in White Dragon Temple sees through the root, it will be a bad thing. “

“Yes!”

The two men nodded again and again and turned to leave.

At this time, someone on the high platform in the distance was calling his name.

It turns out that the results of the first round have come out. The fifty people with the most real names recorded in Scripture Lecture will be selected to participate in the next round of competition.

Ye Shuo was surprised to find that he was not the first.

And then look at the man standing in front of him…and he understands something.

It turned out to be the young man in Tsing Yi.

hehe.

The Second Prince in the heart sneered.

The people who listen to your Scripture Lecture look at their faces, but the Buddha does not. This Buddhist fate, I am bound to win!

A total of fifty people stood under the high platform, and most of them were Buddhist monks. They should all be young monks in other temples, similar to the status of Shenmu.

They are probably also well-known figures of the younger generation in their respective temples, but when they come to the Buddhist Association, they are not so outstanding.

When everyone lined up, an old monk in a gorgeous cassock ascended the high platform. He is the first of the Dharma Hall in the White Dragon Temple, the Junior Brother of Zen Master Fashan, and Zen Master Faqing.

“Everyone.”

Faqing’s man was like a withered pine and his voice was like a bell, resounding throughout the square in an instant.

“First of all, congratulations to you for standing out from the Scripture Lecture competition in the first round. The next round is the second round competition of the Buddhist Fate Club. This round is the same as in previous years. The scriptures’.”

Although it is already a classic part, for the sake of the new audience in the crowd, Zen Master Faqing explained it.

“In my White Dragon Temple, there is a ‘forest of ancestral steles’.”

He raised his hand and pointed to a direction surrounded by clouds in the mountains.

“There are twelve ancient scripture inscriptions that were the most primordial when Buddhism and Dharma came to the west. There are also the essence of scriptures inscribed by Ancestor Master sudden enlightenment in all dynasties. There are a total of 60 inscriptions on the inscriptions. Two pieces.”

“To this day, the esoteric secret art can still be used to awaken the sutra remnants in it, and people can hear the chanting of the sutras in those days. In this way, the memory of the Ancestor Master’s recollection can be awakened. Ordinary people can’t hear the scriptures at all.”

“And the content of this competition is very simple, that is, you need to enter the forest of ancestral monuments and bear the sound of chanting scriptures. The person who can persevere the longest , you can win.”

“It should be noted that the power of the scriptures can be divided. So when you fifty people take it together, it may not be too strong, but it cannot be Don’t take it lightly. As more people can’t bear it, the power of the sutra will continue to escalate.”

“This game will test your perception, temperament, and divinity… The combination of many aspects is a crucial quality for Buddhist cultivation.”

“It is not only a challenge to you, but also a great opportunity.”

There is no need for this sentence He said that anyone who is a serious Buddhist Disciple…or an amateur Buddhist hobbyist cannot possibly know how precious the scriptures In Literature there is left by the ancestors of the White Dragon Temple.

If you can hear this kind of chanting, even if you don’t understand it, as long as you write down a trace, it is enough for a lifetime of wealth.

Those Buddhist Disciples all turned their scalps red with excitement.

Li Chu, who was standing at the front, just blinked.

Is it just listening?

The difficulty should be alright.

……

On the viewing seat, the location of Shuangfei Temple.

Yishen, a highly respected Zen master in Hangzhou, only got a middle seat here.

He glanced at the monk Shenmu next to him with a faint smile.

“What? You can’t control your temper. When you see people listening to the scriptures of your ancestors, are you very envious?”

The monk Shenmu didn’t hide it, twitched his lips, “What’s there to envy, envy them to fight for second place?”

“oh?”>

The monk Shenmu pointed to the silhouette at the front.

“Look at the abbot, that is the Li Chu I mentioned to my master.” The monk Shenmu laughed: “He is impossible to lose compared to others.”

“Is that the youngster of the cultivation base profound mystery? Your master also mentioned it to me…” Zen Master Yishen pondered, “But do I remember that he is not a Taoist priest?”

“Hi. The monk Shenmu touched his bald head and speculated: “I guess he may have received money to do the task, based on what I know about him… let alone participate in a Buddhist fate meeting, as long as the money is in place, he is not unable to shave.” ”

……

The most peak on Mount Hongdu.

The delicious and pretty Little Monk dressed in a large monk’s robe stood up again, standing in front of the cliff, looking out into the sky with a gesture of compassion.

The old monk was standing respectfully behind him.

“Is this Buddhist fate meeting okay?”

After a long time, Little Monk asked aloud.

“Alas.” The old monk sighed, thinking that this scene seemed familiar, and then replied: “People’s hearts are not ancient, the world is cold, and a temporary Huadu conference… sucked all the popularity…

“

Little Monk added: “Our inheritance of thousands of years of Buddhist fate will become less and less important, so how can the Buddhist Word Hall in Yunfu Temple become better and better? Have you ever reflected on it?” ?”

“I have reflected.” The old monk was busy nodded.

“What’s the result?”

“The people of Divine Luo City…” The old monk replied: “Not serious.”

“Huh.” Little Monk laughed, “You just reflect on this?”

“Disciple is stupid.” The old monk nodded again and again.

“You’re stupid, and I’m stupid too. Who in the world isn’t stupid?” It’s just that his voice is too immature, it doesn’t sound vicissitudes of life, but rather cute.

“I don’t know if the Supreme Thunder will appear in this Buddhist Fate Meeting.”

“Supreme Thunder has not appeared for nearly twenty years.” The old monk Said: “As for the picture of the kingdom of heaven, it goes back hundreds of years.”

“The White Dragon Temple…has not lost yet.” Little Monk looked up at the sky, “I haven’t lost either.”

“I have been reincarnated for nine lifetimes, and each lifetime is less than twenty years old. In order to prepare for this immortal fate, I cannot possibly lose.”

The old monk was silent.

He knew there were some topics he couldn’t get into.

Perhaps his cultivation base is already a handful of cream of the crop in this world, but there are still some things that he is not even qualified to speak.

……

Om——

With the complex seal art created by Zen Master Faqing, the natural phenomenon started in the forest of ancestral monuments.

Lifetime scriptures.

The contestants who sat cross-legged in this ancient forest of monuments suddenly heard the mysterious chanting sound in their ears. Travel through endless time and space, so close yet so far away.

I closed my eyes, as if I could see the great monks of the cultivation base unimaginable carving their realm on the hard stone one by one. Since then, hard stone has turned into gold.

Strangely, the sound of scriptures in the forest of monuments is like thunder piercing the ear. Outside the forest of monuments, there was no sound.

Because, in fact, these verses are just some residual thoughts, and the voices they hear are poured directly into the Divine Soul.

The outside world is naturally less than the slightest perception.

Since the first chant was uttered, there were cold sweats on the foreheads of the contestants.

The essence of this verse might be overwhelming… definitely ordinary person unimaginable. If a mortal hears even a single syllable, he may immediately vomit and faint.

Many monks sit cross-legged, trying to rely on samadhi to stabilize themselves. But the more I closed my eyes, the more clearly the scripture reverberated in my mind. In an instant, an illusion appeared!

“Hua Qiluo is my wife! Hua Qiluo is my wife!”

After a while, one of the contestants stood up and shouted at random.

Zen Master Faqing outside the Forest of Steles frowned and swung his sleeves, and a gust of breeze lifted the man out.

“I couldn’t hold on for a while and fell into an illusion.” Chan Master Faqing called the head.

He looked around with his bright eyes, and most of the contestants in the Forest of Steles were still meditating quietly.

Only three or two people began to move, gradually dancing, and there were signs of elimination at any time.

And the contestant who was a Taoist priest was also among them.

Faqing’s satisfaction is nodded. It was a good thing that he was eliminated. The Buddhist fate meeting at the White Dragon Temple cannot always make the Taoist priest come to the end.

Li Chu was indeed frowning at this moment, looking left and right.

This level was actually more difficult than he thought.

The difficulty is…

“Why can’t I hear a sound?”

Li Chu frowned, or gritted his teeth, Or sweating, or roaring… all kinds of expressions that seem to wear masks of pain.

And I look like the only student in the listening test without headphones.

Can’t help it.

In deep thought.

Is there a problem?

Or…they have a problem?

Li Chu felt a little insecure for a while.

(end of this chapter)