It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

"Why are you stammering?"

Chu Xuan said helplessly.

"Master, the master is laughing at this, and the disciple is a little excited."

I don’t know when the Consciousness Only Sect started chanting the Buddha’s name from “Amitabha” to “Namo Xuanzang Master Buddha”.

The "Buddha" they had been chanting suddenly appeared in front of them, and now these six people were really excited in words.

It was as if the long-dead Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng suddenly appeared in front of a modern person in Chu Xuan's previous life.

"No need to get excited, I said that when I established the Consciousness Only Sect.

As long as you do your best, everyone can be their own Buddha.

You are all Buddhas, no different from me. "

"This is what Master taught me."

An inexplicable gleam flashed in the old monk's eyes.

This is the view that their Consciousness-only Sect has always adhered to.

Just when it came out of Chu Xuan's mouth, it had a different charm.

The master is the master, and the simplest Buddhist principles become much more profound when spoken through his mouth.

The old monk thought secretly.

Just when he was thinking wildly, he heard Chu Xuan continue to speak.

"Let me ask you, why is the temple you are staying in called Shuanglin Temple?"

All the monks looked at the old monk at the same time.

The old monk had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"My ancestors forgive me, but I don't know why.

It is said that our sect stayed here before history was erased.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

I don’t know why it’s called Shuanglin Temple. "

"Ah, that's it.

fine. "

Chu Xuan shook his head.

“I remember when I was teaching the method, there was also a method for controlling body shape.

As long as you don't use your energy and blood to fight, you can maintain a normal body shape.

What about you. . . "

"Master, forgive me, but this method of controlling body shape was lost at some point.

So we can only show others this image. "

Chu Xuan was silent for a long time after hearing this.

As time goes by, many things are slowly buried in the long river of history.

Especially in this world with both genetic locks and historical faults.

The monks looked at Chu Xuan eagerly.

Feeling the eyes of others, Chu Xuan realized that he was distracted.

So he calmed down and said to the old monk.

"What's your name?"

"Replying to the ancestor, the disciple's name is Guan Jing."

"Well, Guanjing, please take me in and have a look."

"Respect the law."

Enter the courtyard.

The layout of Shuanglin Temple is different from before, both in terms of courtyard and main hall.

After all, over the years, each generation of disciples would repair and renovate it.

The architectural styles of each era are different.

Changes are natural and normal.

It's just that Shuanglin Temple seems to be a little depressed now.

The stone roads on the ground have not been repaired for an unknown period of time, and many of them have cracked.

The few temples dedicated to Buddha statues are better.

In most other rooms, even the surface walls have fallen off a lot.

"Guan Jing, I see that the three elders in your temple are all eighth-level warriors and have a lot of income.

Why so depressed? "

"Master doesn't know something."

The look of shame on the respectful old monk's face was even worse.

“We at Shuanglin Temple have always kept our master’s teachings in mind.

He has always been self-reliant.

Even if you are collecting incense money, you must get something for it.

Either consecrate some magical instruments for the donors who support the monks, or do something for the donors.

Never take anyone's money for nothing.

But because of our size, you know, many people think that we are just using our status as monks as a cover to do other things secretly.

So there were only a few pilgrims coming.

As for the money we eight-level earners earn from doing tasks assigned by the military and the state.

In addition to maintaining the normal diet and spiritual practice of the monks in the temple, the rest was donated to orphans who lost their parents due to the beast war.

so now. . . "

"You guys did a great job."

Hearing this, Chu Xuan was touched in his heart.

He looked at his disciples with some emotion.

"It is indeed the style of a disciple of my Consciousness Only Sect."

"Master, thank you for the reward. I just did something trivial."

Hearing that Chu Xuan recognized what he had done over the years.

The eyes of everyone in Shuanglin Temple were slightly red.

They all can't control their emotions.

Just like a child who has worked silently for a long time and is praised by his parents.

"I think Shuanglin Temple has not been repaired for a long time.

It's better to renovate the temple at my expense, so that you can live comfortably. "

"Master, you absolutely must not!"

Guan Jing was shocked when he heard this.

"Master is here, and we, the unscrupulous disciples, don't respect you. How can we take your money again?"

"That's right, Master, wouldn't it be embarrassing for us to do this?

If we take your money, we might as well die! "

Several other monks also agreed.

There was even an old monk with a sad and angry look on his face, beating his chest and shouting loudly.

"Master, my disciple is useless. You actually have to trouble your master to support me. How can I survive in this world!"

After that, he hit the beam supporting a corner of the main hall.

Just listen to the sound of "boom".

The old monk was fine, but the beam was suddenly broken by him.

The originally dilapidated main hall collapsed due to this blow.

Chu Xuan's expression froze.

Leng Leng said to the respectful old monk.

"Guan Jing, I think your junior brother seems a little ignorant.

I need your help to open up your wisdom. "

"Respect the law!"

Guan Jing laughed ferociously.

He picked up a brick from the ground, raised his big arms that were thicker than Chu Xuan's waist, and rushed towards the old monk who just broke the pillar with an "ouch".

"Master, I, the monk of Shuanglin Temple, are always willing to help others, why don't we let us help too?"

"That's right."

"Respect the law!"

Another old monk received the order.

He also picked up a brick and rushed towards the collapsed corner of the hall.

Soon, the sound of "bang bang!" was heard from the temple.