The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 149 The Ichthyosaur Listens to the Vatican ([-])

"Master Uncle Xuan Chen is back—!"

A clear youthful voice came from the direction of the mountain gate.

His voice passed through the huge Buddha statue and incense burner at the mountain gate, like the bell tower ringing the first bell of the day, waking up the people in the entire Buddhist temple.

"Who's back!?"

A disciple in yellow asked quickly, and even the pilgrims behind him pricked up their ears to listen.

The young monk who ran over was panting heavily, his round face flushed, and he pulled down the sleeves held by the disciple in yellow. His two bright black eyes were very excited, "Uncle Xuan'an is back!"

Hearing the young man's words clearly, the disciple in yellow opened his eyes wide and ran towards the south mountain gate, chanting "Great!"

The grey-clothed monk who was sweeping with no expression on his face instantly showed joy, "Hurry up to pick up Master!" "I must stand at the front this time!" With a wave of his hand, he dropped the broom in his hand and walked towards the mountain gate run away.

Even the pilgrims queuing up to offer incense not far away looked at this side in surprise.

Xuan Chen, could it be the Master Xuan Chen they thought of?

"Since it's Master Xuan'an, why burn incense! Hurry up to meet the Master!"

"I haven't seen the mage for many years. This time the mage came out of the palace, I must pray for good luck!"

"Master Guoshi chanted sutras for Rongzhou for three days at the Dharma altar the year before last, so that Rongzhou can get rid of the drought"

A pilgrim who didn't know why scratched his head, "Isn't the national teacher still in the palace?"

As soon as he asked this question, he was rolled his eyes, "Master Xuan'an is the former national teacher! How can the current national teacher compare with Xuan'an."

A group of people stopped burning incense immediately, and ran towards the mountain gate in a mighty manner, scrambling to be the first, wishing to have longer legs than others.

The round-faced boy who had just communicated did not stop, and ran across the corridor happily, intending to inform other people in the monk's room and the temple.

Mahavira Hall.

The sound of chanting sutras and Buddha stopped.

The old man with white beard sitting on the front bunk opened his eyes, and there was a touch of gold in his eyes.

In front of the door, a monk stopped the young monk.

On the left of the old man, a discipline monk with a horse face shouted: "No noise!" He seemed to be saying something, but saw the abbot above him wave his hand, "Xuan Chen is back."

After seeing the young man nodding his head, his wrinkled face became more joyful, "What are you waiting for, hurry up and pick your uncle in, it's been so many years. He's finally back."

He didn't even care about the pilgrims who were still in front of him. He was pulling his red robes and rushed towards the mountain gate. Behind him was a group of monks who looked impressive, making the pilgrims in front of the treasure hall look stupid squinted.

"Just wait for the step of praying, why did the abbot run away?"

"I heard that little monk said that he was going to pick up Xuan Chen? Is it that Xuan Chen?"

"Absolutely him!"

A short, fat man with a handsome camera waved his fan and said, "He originally came from Bodhi Temple. It is normal for him to return to Bodhi Temple as the first step after returning home this time."

"That's the former national teacher."

"Even if he is not a national master, he is still a living Buddha! There is no other person in the world who can cause such a big vision."

The chunky man squinted his eyes.

Visions are more than just words.

The lotus pond bloomed all over because of his chanting, and the rain falling from the sky in Rongzhou the year before last was the best proof.

……

But they said that the "Xuan Ai" who was being discussed fiercely by them was still walking slowly on the mountain road.

His eyes were clear, and his expression was neither sad nor happy.Although we are on a narrow mountain road that is crowded with people, we still have an independent temperament.

It's cold, but it's also radiant.

The pilgrims around did not retreat because of his indifference, but looked at him with fanaticism in their eyes, wanting to get closer but not daring to get too close, being careful not to disturb the Buddha.

From the bottom of the mountain to the Bodhi Temple, there were obviously three roads, but they still chose the most difficult one, the one near the Huai River.

Obviously, it takes a long way to go up from here to see the incense burner and the Daxiong Palace.

"Master Xuan'an, this is the exquisite jade pendant that was the grand finale of the Wanhe Chamber of Commerce's auction!"

"Master Xuan'an, this is the dzi bead that we have been searching for for several years in the bitterly cold place in the extreme north..."

"Squeeze why? I'll come first, mage, take a look, this is the masterpiece "Ladies Fluttering Butterflies" handed down by the painting fairy..."

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The world is noisy.

The monk in robes just nodded silently, with gentle eyes, and did not accept anything from them.His footsteps didn't stop at all, with a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away.

But even so, the pilgrims were still enthusiastic and did not feel resentment because of his sense of distance, because as long as they saw the pure and peaceful eyes of this man, people would not have the slightest doubt about his belief, because he is a Buddha. reincarnation, so, as it should be.

The monk's feet were on a steep and narrow mountain road, with uneven tactile sensations coming through the thin-soled monk shoes.In front of us is an endless mountain road. Some water-carrying monks have already gone up the mountain in a hurry. The stone wells under the trees and the wild fruits on the trees are still the same as before.Looking further up, you can see the apricot-yellow temple walls and the black-green tiles shining in the sun. You can also see the ginkgo trees planted around the pagoda next to the mountain gate, and you can hear the constant chanting of sutras.

This is the pure land of Buddhism in the bustling city, the purity that can be seen at a glance, and the depth that cannot be seen at a glance.

The black monk stepped onto the last step.

A smile broke out on his expressionless face, "Senior brother is here to pick me up too."

The white-bearded abbot looked at the young man in front of him, his beard trembling, and even his voice seemed to be suppressed to the extreme. When he opened his mouth, he could only sigh and say three good words in a row.

"It's good to be back."

It is the luck of Xuan An and Bodhi Temple to come back alive.

The smile on the handsome monk's face faded away, but he still looked solemn and solemn, "I am no longer a national master, so everything will be fine as usual."

The abbot came back to his senses, glanced around, and found that the two had been blocked at the entrance of the mountain, looking at his junior brother as if seeing meat buns, and couldn't help shaking his beard, "Xuande, go and bring the pilgrims to the treasure hall." !"

Seeing the pilgrims being taken away reluctantly, the abbot glared, "If you don't go about your own business, what's the use of surrounding your little uncle here!"

The crowd dispersed, and the abbot led the black-clothed monk towards the abbot's room. Only when the two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared into the misty smoke of Bodhi Temple, did a yellow-clothed monk with a pointed face exchange their heads. : "I just touched my uncle! This kind of luck will definitely improve!"

Other monks: "!!!"

"How can you be disrespectful to the uncle!"

"I just touched my uncle's monk's robe with my fingers." The pointed-faced monk said with some regret, because the gazes of these people were too dangerous.

A group of people secretly thought about when they would touch the sleeves of the master uncle and rub some Buddha's light, so that they could make great progress in their cultivation.

(End of this chapter)