I Can't Be Sword God Chapter 235

235 The only student who didn't wear headphones

“Eh? Daoist priest li?”

Li Chu was leading a large group of people to the foot of Hongdu mountain when someone saw him from afar and greeted him.

Li Chu looked towards the source of the voice and saw a huge bald head.

“Divine eye master?”

Li Chu was surprised as well. He did not expect to see him here. However, on second thought, monk Shen mu was a Buddhist disciple, so it was much more reasonable for him to be here than him.

Monk God Eye came over from the audience and smiled. why did you come to shenluo city? ”

“I'm here to do something.” “You're also here to participate in the Dharma fate meeting?” Li Chu asked.

“Yeah, but there was an accident.” The God's Eye scratched his head and laughed.”Master said that I'm fated, so I'm here to participate in the convention. Who knew that I would be going to shenluo city for the first round to give a lecture? I had just put up the stage when a few Birdmen came over to make trouble. They actually handed out flyers and gifts to get people to listen to the Scriptures elsewhere! Poached him right in front of him? I couldn't stand it, so I fought with them one-sided and ended up losing the competition.”

A one-sided fight

Li Chu's heart was burning with a flame of ridicule.

“Eh?” The divine eye suddenly raised his head.”What do you mean by ‘also'?”

“Because I'm also here to participate in the Buddha's fate meeting, Wanwan.” Li Chu said indifferently.

“What?” The divine eye monk's eyes suddenly turned serious. He moved closer and lowered his voice.”Are you a spy? Was Taoism finally going to attack Buddhism? There's a mole?”

“……”

Li Chu shook his head speechlessly. I'm just forced to do some part-time work.

The God Eye monk looked at him suspiciously, but he seemed to have something on. He turned around to take a look, then turned back and said, ” “Let's not talk about this anymore. I came with my eldest martial uncle and third martial uncle. Besides participating in the Buddha's fate meeting, he would also stay in White Dragon Temple for a few days. I'll have a long chat with you after the conference.”

well, there is a deyun sub-temple in the south of the city. You can come to find me there.

After the two fellow townsmen exchanged greetings, they parted ways.

Monk Shen mu returned to his seat at the frosthead temple. The current abbot of the temple, Zen Master Yi Shen, and the rather influential Zen Master San Kong were both there. He wasn't afraid of his master, but he was afraid of Zen Master yishen, so he didn't dare to be as free as before.

The gathering place of the Buddha affinity Association was on the mountainside of Hongdu mountain, in a square in front of White Dragon temple's Mountain Gate. The audience seats were close to the mountain wall. There were Buddhist cultivators and other upper-class people from all over the world.

The square in the center was filled with ordinary believers. As the lectured in shenluo city returned one after another, there were close to 10000 people gathered.

A few ATS and peddlers were walking among the crowd, making it very lively.

The participants returned to hand over their Sutras to the monks of White Dragon Temple and waited there for a while.

Li Chu's gaze swept through the crowd and found his target.

He was the second Prince of bulao city in the Western Region, ye Ling.

His appearance stood out even among mortals. In addition, his eyes were gentle and his temperament was warm, so it was easy to give people a good impression. There were a few senior Buddhist monks around him chatting with him. It didn't seem like they were giving advice to a junior, but rather, they were talking to someone of the same generation.

In the early years, the countries of the Western Region had always been barbarian lands in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains.

However, after thousands of years of cultural influence, many civilizations in the Western regions could be said to be prosperous. In recent years, many outstanding talents from the Western Region had entered the Central Plains, and they had left a deep impression on the paintings of the Heluo dynasty.

Ye Zhi was obviously one of them.

This Dharma fate meeting might be the time for him to take off as a proud Son of Heaven from the Western regions.

But unfortunately,

Li Chu touched his chin. The easiest way to prevent him from getting the Buddha's fate was to get it himself.

If it didn't work.

He might have to think of a way to make a move on him.

mm.

……

The second Prince of bulao city was chatting with several eminent monks of Heluo city when he suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back. When he turned around, he saw an outrageously handsome young man in green. He didn't know if he was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

If someone else were to spy on him like this, the cautious ye Ling would inevitably suspect that he had ill intentions. However, after seeing this person's appearance, ye Rou's thoughts ran off course.

He could not help but exclaim in his heart.

How could the Central Plains produce such a figure? He had never seen or heard of such a thing in the Western regions.

Was it due to the difference in water and soil?

Or was it the weather, temperature, and light?

He didn't have time to think too much about it, because two other subordinates from the Western regions waved at him from a distance. He immediately excused himself from the monks and ran over.

The eminent monks of Heluo were not annoyed. Although ye Rou was young, she was a disciple of the Aurora Bodhisattva of the Western Region, so her seniority was terrifyingly high. In all seriousness, even Zen Master fashan was a generation lower than him. Not only did he have a high status, but he also had a profound grasp of Buddhism. Be it in terms of seniority or in Buddhism, he could not be considered a junior.

Ye Ling led the two men to a corner and asked, ” “How is it?”

I can't find the appearance of goddess Luoshui. I have asked around, and there have been several painters who have drawn the appearance of goddess Luoshui, but no matter who drew it, the face is particularly blurry. It is said that it was shrouded in fog that day.

however, the peonies in the city can bloom in the winter without losing. Obviously, only the little princess's Hundred Flowers immortal body can do it. Otherwise, only a God on land can have such magical power.

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

Ye Xuan opened them one by one. The paintings were all similar scenes. The paintings were of the day when the goddess of Luoshui entered the city, and the scene of flowers blooming on the streets. Different angles and different strokes, but the characters in the paintings were all extremely beautiful.

Unfortunately, his face was a little blurry.

“The matter here was done by my little sister, I'm afraid it's most likely true.”

Closing the painting scroll, ye Ling looked into the distance in the direction of the luoshen dojo and pondered for a moment.

“I just don't know what her goal is.”

“I think that no matter what the little princess is doing, it must be related to the sacred artifact itself. She shouldn't be able to guess our goal.” The subordinate said.

“That's true.” Ye Ling nodded and immediately snorted coldly, ” “I didn't fight with them for the sacred object, but came here to participate in the Buddha fate meeting. Big brother and the others might laugh at me for being stupid.”

“I don't know that only my master knows this top secret. The technique to control the sacred object was hidden in the sole copy of the soaring River Sutra of White Dragon Temple. As long as I can get the soaring River Scripture, no matter which one of them finds the Holy artifact, it will be mine. Hehe, at that time, who else but me will be the city Lord of bulao city?”

“It's just that he's angry.”

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

Upon hearing his words, another subordinate said gloomily, ” “Second Prince, why don't you make the first move?”

Ye Xuan immediately glared at him fiercely!

The subordinate immediately knelt down in a panic. He was about to beg for mercy when he heard ye Ling say something.

“Do I need you to tell me? Hmph.”

When he turned around again, the coldness in his eyes had already disappeared, and his gaze was once again gentle.

“This is the Buddha's fate Association. You people who have a guilty conscience and lack cultivation should not stay here too long. It would be bad if some senior monk of White Dragon Temple saw through our roots.”

“Yes!”

The two men nodded and left.

At this moment, someone on the high platform in the distance called his name.

It turned out that the results of the first round had already come out. The fifty people with the most real names in the Scripture lecture record would be selected to participate in the next round of competition.

Ye Rou was surprised to find that she was not first.

Then, he looked at the person in front of him and understood.

It was the young man in green.

Hehe.

The second Prince of bulao city sneered in his heart.

The people who listened to your preaching looked at their faces, but Buddha didn't look at their faces. I'm determined to get this fate of Buddha!

A group of fifty people stood under the high platform, most of whom were Buddhist monks. They should be young monks from the other temples, similar to the divine eye.

They were probably the best of the younger generation in their respective temples, but they didn't seem so outstanding in the Buddha affinity Association.

After everyone was gathered, an old monk in a gorgeous Kasaya stepped onto the high platform. He was the head of the preaching Hall of White Dragon Temple, the junior of Zen Master fashan, and Zen Master faqing.

“Everyone,”

Zen Master fa Qing's body was like a withered pine tree, and his voice was like a great Bell, reverberating throughout the entire square in an instant.

first of all, I would like to congratulate all of you on your outstanding performance in the first round of the preaching competition. Next, we will proceed to the second round of the competition. This round will be the same as the previous years. We will be carrying out the ‘listening to the Scriptures in the Forest of Steles'.

Even though it was already a classic segment, but for the sake of the new audience in the crowd, Zen Master fa Qing still gave an explanation.

“In my White Dragon Temple, there's a ‘forest of ancestral tablets'.”

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of a sea of clouds among the mountains.

“There are 12 original ancient stone tablets in the forest of ancestral tablets from the time when Buddhism came from the West. There's also the essence of the Scriptures that the patriarchs carved when they were in enlightenment. There are a total of sixty-two tablets.”

“Even today, we can still use the secret technique to awaken the last thoughts of the Scriptures, so that people can hear the chanting of the Scriptures in the past. Ordinary people can't even hear a single word of this Scripture that carries the ancestral master's will.”

“And the content of this competition is very simple. You will have to enter the ancestral tablet forest and bear the sound of chanting. The one who can last the longest will be the winner.”

“What you need to pay attention to is that the power of the Scriptures can be diverted. So when the fifty of you bear the burden together, it may not be too intense, but you can't let your guard down. As more and more people can't bear it, the power of the last words of the Scripture will continue to rise.”

this round will be testing your comprehension, temperament, divinity, and many other aspects. It is a quality that is extremely important for Buddhist cultivators.

“It's a challenge for you, but it's also a great opportunity.”

He didn't need to say this. Any decent Buddhist disciple, Lao Ai, or an amateur Buddhist lover would know how precious the Scriptures left by the ancestors of White Dragon Temple were.

To be able to hear such chanting sounds, even if one could not understand, as long as one remembered a trace, it was enough to be a lifetime of wealth.

The Buddhist disciples were so excited that their scalps turned red.

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

Just listening to the Scriptures?

The difficulty should be okay.

……

At the grandstand, at frostplume temple's seat.

Zen Master Yi Shen, who was highly respected in the hang Zhou Prefecture, only got a middle seat here.

He glanced at the divine eye monk beside him with a faint smile.

“How is it? You couldn't control your temper, and when you saw others listening to the ancestral Scriptures, you were very envious, right?”

Monk God Eye didn't hide it and curled his lips. what's there to be envious of? envious that they're fighting for second place? ”

“Oh?” “You can guess who's first?” Zen Master yishen raised his eyebrows.

Monk God Eye pointed at the figure at the very front.

“Uncle-master Abbot, look. That's Li Chu, the one I mentioned to my master before.” “He can't possibly lose to anyone,” monk God Eye chuckled.

“That young man with unfathomable cultivation? your master did mention Huanhuan to me before. Zen Master yishen pondered for a moment. but I remember that he's not a Daoist priest? ”

“Hi,” he said. Monk God Eye touched his bald head and guessed, ” I guess he might have received money to do a mission. Based on my understanding of him, he can shave his head as long as he has enough money, let alone participate in one Buddha's fate meeting.

……

On the highest peak of Hongdu mountain.

The young monk in the loose monk robe stood up again. He stood upright in front of the cliff and looked into the distant sky with a compassionate attitude.

The old monk stood behind him respectfully.

“How's the Buddha's fate meeting this time?”

The small monk asked after a long time.

“AI.” The old monk sighed and thought that this scene was familiar. He immediately replied, ” the human heart is no longer what it used to be, the world is cold. A last-minute Flower City conference has attracted all the popularity over, Yingluo.

The little monk continued,”our thousands of years of Buddhist fate will become less and less important, so how will Yunfu temple's Hall of Buddha do better?” Have you reflected on it?”

“I did.” The old monk quickly nodded.

“And the result?”

the people of shenluo city, ” the old monk replied, ” “You're not serious.”

“Ha.” The small monk laughed, ” is that all you reflected on? ”

“This disciple is slow-witted,” The old monk nodded repeatedly.

“You're slow-witted, I'm slow-witted too, who in the world isn't slow-witted?” The small monk seemed to have sensed something and sighed. It was just that his voice was too young, and it didn't sound old at all. On the contrary, it was somewhat cute.

“I wonder if the Supreme thunderclap will appear in this year's Dharma fate meeting.”

“It's been almost twenty years since the Supreme thunderclap has appeared.” “As for the picture of the heavenly state, it can be traced back to hundreds of years ago,” the old monk said.

“White Dragon Temple hasn't lost yet.” The small monk looked up at the sky. I haven't lost yet either.

“I reincarnated nine times, and each reincarnation lasted less than twenty years. I've made enough preparations for this immortal encounter, so I can't lose.”

The old monk remained silent.

He knew that there were some topics that he could not get involved in.

Perhaps his cultivation was already at the top of the world, but there were still some things that he didn't even have the right to speak about.

……

Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

As Zen Master fa Qing formed a series of complicated hand seals, a phenomenon started to occur within the forest of ancestral tablets.

The classic Scriptures.

The contestants who were sitting cross-legged in the ancient Stele Forest immediately heard the mysterious chanting. It crossed through endless space and time, so close yet so far.

When he closed his eyes, it was as if he could see eminent monks of great virtue with unimaginable cultivation base carving their States on the hard stone. From then on, hard stones turned into gold.

Strangely, the sound of Scriptures from the Stele Forest was like thunder. Outside the Stele Forest, there was not a single sound.

This was because, in reality, these Scriptures were just some remnant thoughts. The sounds they heard were directly injected into their divine souls.

The outside world naturally couldn't sense anything.

Since the first chant, some of the participants had cold sweat on their foreheads.

The spiritual pressure brought by this kind of Scripture was absolutely unimaginable by ordinary people. Even if a mortal heard a single syllable, they would probably vomit and faint immediately.

Many monks sat cross-legged, trying to stabilize themselves by meditating. However, the more he closed his eyes, the clearer the Scriptures reverberated in his mind. In an instant, an illusion appeared!

“Hua qiluo is my wife! Hua qiluo is my wife!”

A moment later, a contestant stood up and shouted something.

Outside the Stele Forest, Zen Master fa Qing frowned. He waved his sleeves and a gust of wind carried the person out.

“It's only been a short while, and I can't hold on any longer. I've fallen into an illusion.” Zen Master fa Qing shook his head.

His pair of bright eyes surveyed his surroundings. The majority of the participants in the Stele Forest were still quietly meditating.

Only two or three people began to move, gradually dancing with joy, showing signs of being eliminated at any time.

The Daoist priest was also one of them.

Zen Master fa Qing nodded his head in satisfaction. It was a good thing that he was eliminated. The White Dragon temple's meeting of Buddha affinity couldn't possibly allow a Daoist to be the last one.

Li Chu was indeed frowning and looking around.

This trial was actually more difficult than he had imagined.

The difficulty lies in Wufu.

“Why can't I hear a single sound?”

Li Chu looked at the people around him. Some of them were frowning, some were gritting their teeth, some were sweating, and some were groaning. All of them seemed to be wearing a mask of pain.

He was like the only student in the listening test who didn't wear headphones.

He couldn't help it.

He fell into deep thought.

Is there a problem with me?

Or was there a problem with Yingluo and the others?

Li Chu suddenly lost his confidence.

Chapter end