I'm really a decent cultivator

"But the peonies in the city are invincible in winter. Obviously, only the little princess's Hundred Flowers Immortal Body can do it. Otherwise, only the gods can have such magic power."

As the two subordinates spoke, they took out a few scrolls and handed them over.

Ye Shuo opened them one by one, and all the pictures showed similar scenes.The paintings are all scenes of flowers blooming all over the streets on the day when the Goddess of Luoshui entered the city.Different angles and different strokes, but the characters in the painting are all beautiful.

It's a pity that the face is somewhat blurred.

"What happened here is what my little sister did. I'm afraid it's almost the same."

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

"I just don't know what her purpose is?"

"Subordinates think, no matter what the little princess does, it must be related to the sacred object itself, and we should not be able to guess our goal." The subordinate said.

"That's true." Ye Shuo nodded, and then snorted coldly: "I don't compete with them for sacred objects, but I come here to participate in the Buddha's Fate Meeting. Brother, they may still laugh at me."

"As everyone knows, only my master knows this top secret. The method of manipulating the sacred object is hidden in the solitary Tenghe Sutra of Bailong Temple. As long as you get the Tenghe Sutra, no matter who finds the sacred object, the sacred object will eventually be destroyed. For my use. Hehe, who will be the lord of the old city at that time? "

"only……"

"My little 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 in a low voice: "Why don't the second prince act first..."

Ye Shuo immediately gave him a hard look!
That subordinate immediately knelt down hastily, and was about to beg for mercy when he heard Ye Shuo say something.

"What do you need to say? Hmph."

Turning around again, the cold light in his eyes has disappeared, returning to a warm gaze.

"This is the Buddha Fate Association. You people who have ghosts in your heart and are not cultivated enough, don't stay here forever. If any eminent monk from Bailong Temple sees through the whole thing, it will be a bad thing."

"Yes!" The two subordinates nodded and turned to leave.

At this time,

Someone was calling his name on the high platform in the distance.

It turned out that the results of the first round had already come out, and the 50 people with the most real names in the Lecture Records would be selected to participate in the next round of competition.

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

Then he looked at the person standing in front of him... He understood something.

It turned out to be the boy in Tsing Yi.

Ha ha.

The second prince of the old city sneered in his heart.

People who listen to your lectures look at faces, but the Buddha does not look at faces.I am bound to win this fate of Buddha!
A total of 50 people stood under the high platform, most of them were Buddhist monks.They should all be young monks in other temples, similar to the identity of Shenmu.

They are probably the best among the younger generation in their respective temples, but they are not so outstanding when it comes to the Buddhist Fate Association.

Waiting for everyone to line up, an old monk wearing a gorgeous cassock climbed onto the high platform. He is the head of the Chuan Dharma Hall in Bailong Temple, the disciple of Zen Master Fashan, and Zen Master Faqing.

"Everyone." Chan Master Faqing resounded like a withered pine tree, and his voice resounded like a bell, resounding through the entire square in an instant.

"First of all, congratulations on your success in the first round of lectures. The next round will be the second round of the Buddha's Fate Association. This round is the same as in previous years, and it will be 'listening to the forest of steles'."

Although it is already a classic session, Zen Master Faqing still explained it for the sake of new audiences in the crowd.

"In my Bailong Temple, there is a 'forest of ancestral steles'." He raised his finger, pointing to a direction surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds among the high mountains.

"In the forest of ancestral steles, there are the most primitive inscriptions of the 12 Yuan ancient scriptures when Buddhism came to the West. There are also the essentials of the scriptures inscribed by the ancestors of the past dynasties when they were enlightened. So far, there are 62 inscriptions in total."

"To this day, the secret scriptures can still be used to awaken the remnants of the scriptures, and people can hear the sound of chanting the scriptures in those years. Ordinary people can't hear the scriptures that carry the remembrance of the patriarch."

"And the content of this competition is very simple. You are required to enter the forest of ancestral steles and endure the sound of chanting sutras. The person who can persist the longest will win."

"It should be noted that the power of the remembrance of the scriptures can be diverted. So when 50 of you bear it together, it may not be too strong, but you can't take it lightly. As more people can't bear it, the succes The power of cultural relics will also continue to upgrade.”

"This time, the test is your comprehension, heart, divinity...the combination of many aspects is a crucial quality for cultivating Buddha."

"It is not only a challenge for you, but also a great opportunity."

It is not necessary for him to say this, but it is impossible for a serious Buddhist disciple... or an amateur Buddhist fan to know how precious the scriptures left by the ancestors of Bailong Temple are.

Being able to hear such chanting, even if you can't understand it, as long as you write down a little bit, it is enough wealth for life.

Those Buddhist disciples all blushed with excitement.

Qing Chen, who was standing in the front, just blinked.

Is it just listening to scriptures?

That difficulty should be fine.

……

The highest peak on Mount Hongdu.

The handsome young monk in a loose monk's robe stood up again, standing in front of the cliff, looking at the distant sky, with a gesture of compassion.

The old monk stood behind him respectfully.

"This time, the Buddha's Fate Meeting, is it okay?"

After a long time, the little monk asked aloud.

"Oh." The old monk sighed, thinking that this scene seemed familiar, and then replied: "People's hearts are not ancient, the world is cold, a temporary Huadu Conference...sucked away all the popularity..."

The little monk said again: "Our Buddha's fate, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will become less and less important, so how will the Buddha's Word Hall in Yunfu Temple be better and better? Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it." The old monk nodded hurriedly.

"The results of it?"

"The people of Chaoyang City..." The old monk replied, "It's not serious."

"Heh." The little monk smiled, "You just reflected on this?"

"The disciple is dull." The old monk nodded repeatedly.

"You are stupid, and I am also stupid. Who in the world is not stupid?" The little monk seemed to have a feeling, and sighed.It's just that his voice is too immature, and it doesn't sound vicissitudes, but rather cute.

"I don't know if there will be an unsurpassed thunder sound at this Buddhist Fate Meeting."

"The Supreme Thunder Sound has not appeared for nearly 20 years." The old monk said: "As for the picture of the heavenly kingdom, it has to be traced back hundreds of years ago."

"Bailong Temple...haven't lost yet." The little monk looked up at the sky, "I haven't lost yet either."

"I have reincarnated nine times, and each life is less than 20 years. I have made sufficient preparations for this fairy fate, and there is no way I will lose."

The old monk kept silent.

He knows that some topics are not something he can get involved in.

Perhaps his cultivation is already among the top in this world, but there are still some things that he is not even qualified to speak.