The Peerless Master of Jinyiwei

Chapter 243
A few short words from Venerable Cry changed Ning Chen's image of the monks in Yunya Temple, even though he had already had some subconsciousness before.

A monk, a monk. What a monk.

Among the monks in the world, how many of them really became monks for the sake of becoming monks?
No wonder there are so few eminent monks.

Venerable Crying has already left, and told Ning Chen that as long as he does not leave the island, he can walk freely.

Not out of the island. He wants to go out, can he go out?

He doesn't even know where he is now, what can he do when he runs out?
Lost in the sea and buried in the belly of a fish?

madness.

But being away from the right and wrong place of the imperial court for a while, Ning Chen actually felt a burst of relief.

The bottleneck of the Yunying Sword is also slightly loosened, but it's a pity that I don't have a sword in my hand now.

"what?"

Ning Chen, who was wandering in the temple, saw a familiar figure.

It was Wei Zixun who came with him. At this moment, Wei Zixun had already put on a monk's uniform, quite like a monk.

"Snapped!"

"One thousand eight hundred and seventy one."

"Snapped!"

"One thousand eight sixty two."

"." Ning Chen looked at Wei Zixun, who was counting while smashing his head with a brick, and asked, "Brother Wei, what are you doing?"

"Snapped!"

"One thousand 320 three."

After Wei Zixun finished counting, he looked at Ning Chen beside him, smiled wryly, and continued, "Daily morning class, practicing Iron Head Kungfu. You need to break 500 yuan of bricks."

"It's a waste." Ning Chen looked at the residue on the ground.

"Don't worry." A grinning voice came from behind the two of them, it was Maitreya: "There is a brick-burning workshop on the island. I'm not afraid that it won't be enough. These residues can be recycled and reused."

"My lord." Ning Chen remembered the words of the crying venerable, and cupped his hands at the smiling venerable.

"Do I need to do the same?" Ning Chen pointed to himself, thinking secretly, his head might not be able to withstand the destruction of a thousand and five hundred yuan bricks.

"You are not the disciple of the poor monk." The smile of the Venerable Master did not change, and he continued, "Why don't you ask your master?"

The Laughing Venerable smiled and left.

"Snapped!"

"One thousand three twenty four."

"Slowly." Ning Chen stopped Wei Zixun, who continued to torture him, and asked, "Didn't it mean that there are so many disciples in Yunya Temple that I can't let them go? Why didn't I see anything along the way?" What about people?"

"Is there?" Wei Zixun raised his eyebrows, looked at Ning Chen and said, "Since yesterday, it has always been like this?"

"." Ning Chen forgot that Wei Zixun was still in a coma when Venerable Laughing said this again, so he put it another way: "Brother Wei is the first thousand and 230 four disciples accepted by the master, right?"

"There is such a thing." Wei Zi searched.

"Snapped!"

"One thousand three twenty five."

"But Brother Wei, have you seen the 230 senior brothers in front of you?" Ning Chen touched his chin, and then said: "It doesn't need 120, even [-] will do."

"It's a little strange to say that." Wei Zixun nodded, and continued, "But, what does it matter to us?"

"This is Brother Liaochen." A young monk ran to Ning Chen and Wei Zixun and asked.

Ning Chen reacted for a while before realizing that the little novice was calling himself: "Exactly, what's the matter, little brother?"

"The abbot master and the master can't pass you into the Daxiong Palace." The little novice said.

"The Hall of Great Heroes?" Ning Chen was slightly taken aback, this is really formal enough.

Ning Chen still has some superficial understanding of the Daxiong Palace.

In Buddhist temples, the Daxiong Hall is the main hall.

The Daxiong Hall is the core building of the entire temple, and it is also the place where monks concentrate on practicing day and night.The main hall of the Daxiong Palace enshrines the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, the master.

The big one means to contain everything; the male one means to subdue demons.Because Sakyamuni Buddha possesses the wisdom of enlightenment and can dominate the world, so the Buddha's disciples honor him as Daxiong.The treasure of the treasure hall refers to the three treasures of Buddhism, Dharma and monks.

Ning Chen followed the little novice all the way to the outside of the treasure hall. The gate of the treasure hall was not closed. The width of the hall was three feet nine feet, three bays, and three feet six feet deep.There is a single eaves resting on the top of the mountain, four corridors, the front is double eaves, and the roof is covered with yellow glazed tiles.

There is a couplet at the entrance of the hall, which reads: "The vulture, vulture, vulture, vulture, spirit, true, true, true."

Ning Chen always felt that he had seen this couplet somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

In the eyes, there are three main Buddha statues in the middle, a Shakyamuni Buddha in the middle, and two more statues on the left and right, but Ning Chen doesn't recognize them.

Behind the three main Buddhas, there were three Bodhisattvas. Although Ning Chen couldn't seat them correctly, he could roughly guess that they were Guanyin, Manjusri and Samantabhadra.

Entering the hall, looking at the eighteen arhats of different shapes on both sides, Ning Chen thought in his heart, these are probably the eighteen arhats in the legend, right?

But who are the familiar Jianglong and Subduing Tiger Arhats?

"Amitabha."

A Buddha's name dispelled all Ning Chen's messy thoughts.

When I looked at it again, the shining golden Buddha statues were exactly the same.

Ning Chen saw several futons where the Buddha was sitting, and there was a person in the middle and the first person on the left, who only faced the Buddha and turned his back to himself.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

The sound of wooden fish coming from time to time made Ning Chen's spirit gradually clear up.

"Liaochen." The man on the left spoke out, letting Ning Chen know that he was a master who forcibly accepted him as a disciple.

"Master." Ning Chen put his hands together involuntarily.

"Sit." The old monk in the middle, the master abbot of Yunya Temple, pointed to the futon on his right and said.

Ning Chen stepped forward and sat down cross-legged, looked at the postures of the two old monks, and kept adjusting his movements.

"No need to do that." Master Abbot said, "However comfortable it is, look at the arhats on both sides of the row, is there any standard posture?"

"If you have a Buddha in your heart." Master Abbot said, "So what if you just lie down?"

"Master Mingjian." After hearing this, Ning Chen bowed his hands to the master and said, "I really don't have a Buddha in my heart."

"If you don't have a Buddha, you don't have to worry about it." The abbot opened his eyes: "Since you don't have a Buddha in your heart, why use the Buddhist rules to restrain yourself? If you have a Buddha in your heart, the Buddhist rules are not important to you." What's the use, but to encourage yourself?"

"The master is an eminent monk." Ning Chen was in awe, thinking in his heart that no wonder the monks who came out of Yunya Temple were so weird.

"Since you are a disciple who cannot be brought, you are considered half of Yunya Temple, and I will leave you as a walker in the temple." The abbot thought for a while, and then said: "Just like the agreement you made with the two of you, as long as you If you can win but you can't, you can leave Yunya Temple at any time."

"Thank you, Master Abbot." The even sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped, but the voice of Master Abbot came out.

(End of this chapter)