I Can’t Be a Sword God

"Ah, Master Xiao Li, your lecture is really beautiful... Uh, it sounds so good."

"Yeah, the Buddhist scriptures you taught... make people want to fall in love after listening to it."

"Nonsense, why do I want to become a monk with Master Li so much..."

"When two people are together, that's not called becoming a monk, that's called becoming a family." Someone beside him said coldly.

...

Li Chu was sitting on the Dharma altar, and a large crowd of people listening to scriptures below had already blocked the entire street, with so many people that it was almost impossible to see the edge.

So many people gathered in one place, but there was no noise.

Because just now everyone was listening to his "speaking scriptures".

That's right, simply preaching the scriptures—reading the scriptures in their entirety. If there is one thing to be proud of, it is probably fluent in articulation, deep and sexy?

But everyone was fascinated by it.

Except for Bai Lingchen and Young Master Bai who experienced the feeling of "evaporating from the world" again on another altar in the distance.

Young Master Bai felt a lot of grief and anger in his heart.

I'm gone again?

What kind of scriptures are you talking about? You are clearly reading it! The most important thing about teaching scriptures is to explain the scriptures for everyone, and this is the meaning of "speaking".

It's simply because you are a Taoist priest who changed his career halfway, so you don't understand the scriptures, right?

For this lecture, at least I prepared a few days of homework.

Bai Lingchen, who has always been aggressive and never worked hard, never expected that one day he would win in "hard work"...

But he was pressed and rubbed on the ground because of his appearance...

And has been grinding to the eighteenth floor of hell...

sewer...

The mouse hole in the...

in the basement...

But he didn't even dare to question him aloud. The line to listen to Li Chu's lecture just now came here. He just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get some popularity and started to lecture, but was scolded by more than a dozen girls to "shut up" at the same time.

This was simply unimaginable in his previous eighteen years of life.

He had no choice but to silently write down Li Chu's face, feeling ruthless in his heart.

Little Taoist.

Don't let me run into you again.

Otherwise... I'll see you once! hide from you once!

After reading a round of scriptures, the lecture notes were already signed, and Li Chu was planning to call it a day, when someone asked from below.

"Master Xiao Li, where do you usually practice..." A girl looked at him reluctantly: "Even if you are not a monk, there is always a temple you often visit."

"Hmm..." Li Chu hesitated, and said, "I practice daily at Deyun Temple in the south of the city."

"Deyun..." the girl repeated: "Temple?"

"Watch."

Li Chu also repeated emphatically.

"Didn't you just talk about the Buddhist scriptures?" The girl next to her lost her confidence.

"Yes... But in fact, my main occupation is a Taoist priest." Li Chu said calmly.

"Then why did you come to the Buddha Fate Meeting..." Another person asked in surprise.

Li Chu said seriously: "Part-time job."

...

White Dragon Temple.

On the top of Hongdu Mountain, a solemn monk stands on the top of the peak. This monk is dressed in red gold cassock and wears sandalwood Buddhist beads on his neck. He is tall and not young.

It is the contemporary abbot of Bailong Temple, Zen Master Fashan.

The leader of a famous sect in today's world, and a pivotal figure in Shenluo City.

In front of him, there was another old monk with a stooped figure, wearing a tattered cotton monk robe, ragged clothes, and a white beard swaying. He was the one who collected the demons in the mountains last night.

And looking at the positions of the two, the old monk stood in front of the cliff, looking at the distant sky, with a gesture of compassion.

And Zen Master Fashan stood respectfully behind the old monk.

"This time, the Buddha's Fate Meeting, is it okay?"

After a long time, the old monk asked aloud.

"well."

Zen Master Fashan smiled wryly.

"People's hearts are not old, and the world is cold. A temporary Huadu Conference attracted all the attention. Our Buddha's Fate Conference, where there are beauties singing and dancing, I have thought of some ways, hoping to Keep it up."

"Then how can the Buddha Words Hall in Yunfu Temple be better and better? Our Buddhist fate that has been passed down for thousands of years will become less and less important. Haven't you reflected on it?" the old monk asked leisurely.

Although what he said seemed to be blaming, there was no harshness in his tone.

"I've thought about it." Chan Master Fashan replied.

"The results of it?"

"People in Shenluo City..." Zen Master Fashan said, "It's not serious."

"Heh." The old monk couldn't help laughing, "You just reflected on this?"

"When you don't collide with the Huadu Conference, the Buddha's Fate Conference is actually not bad... It's only after this meeting that you know what is more important in the hearts of the people."

"In the early years, there were only a lot of brothels and restaurants in Shenluo City. Over time, they developed into a pillar industry, and now they have become a local scene." Zen Master Fashan shook his head and said: "Women elsewhere are ashamed to live in brothels, but only the girls here Everyone dreams of becoming an oiran and fascinating all living beings. The people in this city are also proud of it."

"Why is it worth being so obsessed with the matter of men and women?"

"Weird."

"That's all..." The old monk also shook his head, "Anyway, the success or failure of my Bailong Temple is not in this meeting of Buddha's destiny."

Zen Master Fashan replied: "Yes...the future of Bailong Temple depends on the ancestor..."

The old monk frowned in a rare way, and said coldly: "As the abbot of a temple, you actually have such thoughts of relying on others, how should you punish?"

When Chan Master Fashan heard this, he was also startled, and he paused and said, "Disciple is confused, after the Buddha Fate Meeting, please ask yourself to face the wall for three years."

"Yes." The old monk nodded slightly.

After being silent for a while, he said again: "We arrived at Yunfu Temple on this southern tour. Jiang Yiyi has not attained Bodhi in the human world. Master still has a chance."

"Clam?"

Zen Master Fashan was also overjoyed.

"But you should not relax. The White Dragon Temple belongs to you as well as to us, but in the final analysis it belongs to you." The old monk reminded again: "If you want to restore the glory of the past, you need to strengthen yourself."

"The disciple understands."

Zen Master Fashan agreed, then suddenly raised his finger and said, "Look, the one who is going up the mountain now is the second prince, Ye Shuo, who came from the Old City of the Western Regions."

In the direction he pointed, through the vast clouds and mist, it took someone with excellent eyesight to vaguely see a row of black spots winding up the mountain.

But the two monks talked from here, as if they were right in front of them.

It was a young man with blond hair and soft shawl, and a handsome face. He had warm eyes and a warm smile on his face. Wearing a plain robe with tufted floral sleeves, she is walking towards Bailong Temple step by step along the mountain road.

Behind him, followed by a group of more than a hundred people, all of them looked like ordinary people.

In front of him, some preachers came back one after another, but there were as many as a dozen letters or none at all.

For a team as big as his, the truth is a bit exaggerated.

"Is this boy good?" the old monk asked.

"Yes." Zen Master Fashan said: "When he was in the Western Regions, he practiced under the seat of Aurora Bodhisattva, and his comprehension was extremely high. When I first arrived, I had a long talk with him. The Dharma he learned was quite profound. Yuanhui, I am also the most optimistic about him."

"Well, the younger generation is awesome." The old monk nodded neither sad nor happy.

Suddenly, he raised his skinny arm and pointed further away.

"What about that?"

Zen Master Fashan looked in the direction he pointed and saw a longer line.

There were hundreds of people in that group, and more and more people were leaving the Shenluo City Gate and walking towards the foot of Hongdu Mountain. In comparison, the team just now pales in comparison.

The first person, the green shirt is plain.

Zen Master Fashan's expression became a little embarrassed.

"This kid..."

"It's a Taoist priest."