My disciples have hidden identities

The third master, Qingguang, was slapped several times when he discussed Buddhism with Ji Pingsheng, losing all his face.

With vivid examples ahead, who dares to come?

Don't play anymore.

Who can play with you!

Those masters who made up the numbers all set their sights on Mingguang as the host.

This is their last hope for the Holy Light Temple.

Host Ming Guang slowly opened his eyes if he sensed it. He first glanced at the juniors, and then at the three copper pillars that had been vacated.

Finally, he set his sights on Ji Pingsheng.

Ming Guang said, "Then let's continue."

Ji Pingsheng nodded: "I'll just wait for you."

"We have a dispute because of Bodhi Buddha, so let's go back to Bodhi Buddha in the end."

Ming Guang said.

Chapter 194 Qi Tian Buddha Comes, With Qing as a Lamp! (The final chapter of the volume!)

Finally back to square one.

This discussion on Buddhism was initiated by Bodhi Buddha, and finally returned to Bodhi Buddha.

Ming Guang presided over Ji Pingsheng with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Since you want to take Bodhi away so much, you should pass the poor monk first."

"Yeah, no."

Ji Pingsheng rubbed his sore neck, and said with a dry smile, "Actually, I didn't think so, I just took advantage of it."

His original goal was only to help Qiluo stop the Buddhist disciples from traveling westward and prevent the exodus of the sect's disciples.

But while talking, he suddenly felt that Bodhi Buddha's aptitude was quite good, but he was stupid and stupid, so he wanted to abduct him back to the sect to raise him.

To say how urgent it is, it has not reached that point.

Mingguang host: "..."

Bodhi Buddha: "..."

Ming Guang's face turned dark: "There is such a commotion, you tell the poor monk that you are taking advantage of the sheep? This is too childish."

Ji Pingsheng said with an innocent face: "It's not my trouble, it's not your Miss Qiu who is the gold master of Shengguang Temple."

Tickets, venues, and audiences are all made by her!

Ji Pingsheng and the host of Mingguang looked at each other, then turned to look in the direction of Qiu Xindie.

Qiu Xindie was sitting on the armchair on the viewing platform, eating exquisite pastries leisurely, and Xia Xia's maid was fanning the wind beside her.

Just right.

After noticing the two resentful gazes, Qiu Xindie hastily swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and glared back at Ming Guang and Ji Pingsheng.

At the same time, he rubbed his fingers, indicating that he had given enough money.

it is good.

You have money and you are right.

Ji Pingsheng and Ming Guang chaired silently turned around.

After a brief silence, the host Mingguang looked at Bodhi Buddha in the outfield and waved to him.

"Bodhi Buddha, come here."

Bodhi Buddha stood up with a dazed expression on his face, walked obediently to the place where Ji Pingsheng and Ming Guang were presiding, and asked respectfully, "What is the presiding?"

The abbot Ming Guang did not reply to him, but scanned all the monks around him, including Buddhist monks.

His face was a bit heavy, as if he had made some kind of determination, and after taking a deep breath, he said in a bright and flat voice.

"Although there is a fact that is not very important, the poor monk thinks it is better to say it."

"There have always been many rumors about the life experience of Bodhi Buddha, and those rumors are all wrong."

Everyone held their breath and turned all their eyes on the host Mingguang, wanting to know what kind of news would come out.

It seems that gossip is also a biological instinct.

After the presiding officer Ming Guang paused, he said calmly: "Bodhi Buddha is not a human being!"

"It's a sapling of the Bodhi tree in Shengguang Temple. After being baptized by the thunder of heaven, it became enlightened, and the shadow of Buddha appeared in the sky, so it is a Buddhist child of Shengguang Temple!"

After Ming Guang presided over the announcement of the life experience of Bodhi Buddha, the audience was stunned.

After being stunned for a moment, Qiqi was shocked, and Qiqi looked at Bodhi Buddha with shocked eyes.

Thousands of gazes focused on Bodhi Buddha, but he still stood there very calmly, without changing his expression, and there was no disturbance in his heart.

It is different from 90.00% of the Buddhist disciples in Shengguang Temple.

He has really retreated for 20 years and devoted himself to practicing Buddhism. Although his mind has grown, it is still a blank sheet of paper.

No emotional words from the outside world can hurt him.

Nothing else, just because he doesn't understand.

"Bodhi Buddha is not a person but a tree?!"

"The rumors that have been circulating for 20 years have been broken like this?"

"Bodhi Buddha, transform yourself and take a look!"

"It feels like there's nothing wrong with it!"

"Who cares if you Bodhi Buddha is a human being or not! You can't start yet!"

After the shock, the crowd of onlookers suddenly reacted.

Whether Bodhi Buddha is human or not has nothing to do with them, they are just here to watch the excitement.

And the people in the Buddhist sect present were only slightly taken aback, then shook their heads and smiled wryly.

Fomen doesn't even care.

"Did you see it, Master Ji?"

The host Mingguang looked at the tide that was gradually calming down, and said to Ji Pingsheng: "It doesn't matter whether the Bodhi Buddha is a human being or not. Even if he is exposed, he can still lead the Westward Journey."

Mingguang presided over the self-explosive secret, just to dispel Ji Pingsheng's thoughts and continue to let Bodhi Buddha lead the westward journey.

But he didn't know that it didn't matter how Bodhi Buddha became, the most important thing was that he couldn't go to the West!

Ji Pingsheng frowned, looked at Mingguang and said, "That's just your wishful thinking. You have never considered what Bodhi Buddha thinks."

As he said that, he looked down at Bodhi Buddha below, and asked loudly, "Bodhi Buddha, you tell Ming Guang to host, do you want to go on a journey to the West?"

Bodhi Buddha shook his head and replied loudly: "Master, I don't want to go to the West, I want to..."

"enough!"

Ji Pingsheng interrupted without hesitation, there was no need to say the following words, otherwise he would be killed by a joke.

He looked at Ming Guang and said with a smile, "The sage said, don't do to others what you don't want to be done to you."

"What Bodhi Buddha is unwilling to do, but the presiding officer forces him to do it. Isn't this a bit too much?"

Amitabha.

Which sage said this again!

The presiding officer of Mingguang cursed inwardly, how can an orthodox sage say such reasonable words so that an unreasonable person like him has no words to refute.

Host Ming Guang opened his mouth, and finally choked out a sentence.

"It's for his own good."

This remark almost didn't make Ji Ping burst into laughter. It's been thousands of years since the Mysterious God's new calendar, so why would anyone say such a thing?

It's not that this sentence is wrong, but it needs to be reconsidered.

Ji Pingsheng chuckled twice, and said, "Since it's for his own good, then handing him over to me is also for his own good."

Host Ming Guang's face was gloomy: "Master Ji thinks he can better teach Bodhi Buddha?"

Ji Pingsheng shrugged his shoulders, didn't deny it, just watched Mingguang preside over it with a silent smile.

"The poor monk is about to hear how Master Ji plans to teach Bodhi Buddha!"

Host Ming Guang smiled instead of anger, and said in a cold voice: "Bodhi Buddha has been in Shengguang Temple for 20 years, he has recited a thousand Buddhist scriptures, and recited hundreds of millions of scriptures. Why go up a few floors.”

"Good-natured, broad-minded and sensitive, with a delicate mind, close to the Buddha."

"Ask Master Ji, what else can you teach him!"

The voice hosted by Mingguang rushed into Ji Pingsheng's mind mightily, making him tremble and unsteady.

"call."

Ji Ping let out a long sigh of relief. After suppressing the stimulated aura, he stared at Mingguang presiding, and said calmly, "You don't need too many Buddhist scriptures, just three or two volumes."

"You don't need to read the scriptures often, you just need to be clear."

"In Buddhism, cultivation is just a decoration."

"I will teach those who are good-natured to be dangerous in the world, and those who are wise and sensitive, I will teach them to specialize in one thing."

Ji Pingsheng spoke slowly, and refuted all the words that the Mingguang host said word by word.

In the end, he slightly raised his chin, looked down at Mingguang's presiding officer, and said wildly: "Linglongyi let him get three inches closer to the Buddha, and Shangqingyi let him get closer to the Buddha half a foot!"

"you!"

Host Ming Guang's expression suddenly changed, his face turned from purple to blue, and he was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Ji Pingsheng's few light words completely negated the 20 years of cultivating Bodhi Buddhas in Shengguang Temple!

What Buddhist scriptures, what scriptures, what kind of mind.

In Ji Pingsheng's mouth, everything disappeared!

"Master Ji, you are too arrogant!"

The host of Mingguang looked furious, staring at Ji Pingsheng with wide eyes, and said angrily: "Do you mean that our Shengguang Temple did something wrong!"

It wasn't just the Mingguang abbot who was angry, but everyone in Shengguang Temple was also angry, and they reprimanded Ji Pingsheng one after another.

"Don't you think that we are cultivating Bodhi Buddha children wholeheartedly!"

"A large amount of resources in Shengguang Temple have been given to Bodhi Buddha, how can you deny it with just one or two sentences!"

"Master Ji, you should apologize for what you said!"

These eminent monks usually taught Bodhi Buddha, but under Ji Pingsheng's words, it was useless. Wouldn't they be angry.

The master of divine communication outside the court even shook his head and sighed.

"Benefactor Ji, you said the wrong thing!"

But Ji Pingsheng himself didn't care about these reprimands, and said to the angry Mingguang presided over, without changing his face: "You Shengguang Temple is right, it is this world that is wrong."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding voices fell silent for an instant, and the eyes staring at Ji Pingsheng were also full of doubts.

Host Ming Guang frowned: "Master Ji, what does this mean?"

Ji Pingsheng didn't return to him immediately, but glanced across the distance, as if he wanted to see the entire Mysterious God Realm at a glance.

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Pingsheng withdrew his gaze and asked, "Mingguang presided over, what is the significance of reading Buddhist scriptures?"

Although the Mingguang host didn't understand what Ji Pingsheng meant, he still replied: "Exercising the mind and heart can make the future road easier and simpler."

"Ah."

Ji Pingsheng sneered, looked at Mingguang presided over it with a half-smile, and asked: "If just reading Buddhist scriptures and chanting scriptures can make the road to the future unimpeded, then what is the meaning of the existence of ascetic monks!"

"If reading Buddhist scriptures and chanting scriptures is a shortcut to the future, then what is the purpose of ascetic monks walking in the world? Do they have to endure hardships to temper themselves? Isn't it good to go home and chant scriptures honestly?"

"Since chanting sutras has such great benefits, wouldn't it be possible for all the monks in the world to recite sutras in temples all day long to reach the true Buddha?"

Ji Pingsheng's voice became higher and higher, and his expression became more and more excited. He even stood up, stretched out his hand and pointed at the Buddhist disciples below, and shouted sharply: "Why don't they go home to chant scriptures, but come all the way to the emperor's palace?" Cheng wants to follow Westward Journey!"