"Yes, right here!"
Huikong sat cross-legged, while Elder Fang and the five others sat behind Huikong.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all sufferings."
Huikong began to chant sutras.
Elder Fang and the other five people followed Huikong's thoughts.
Huikong said something, and they recited something.
Gradually.
The sound of reciting sutras could be heard outside Baisha Academy.
The array is not soundproof.
Therefore, the chanting sounds of Huikong and others can naturally reach Baisha Academy.
At the beginning.
Everyone in Baisha Academy didn't take it seriously at all.
You like to chant sutras.
Then just read it.
Anyway, we are hiding in the academy and are safe and sound. You, a monk, can recite it as much as you want.
Shen Yunlong also didn't pay attention to the sound of chanting sutras at all.
I just think this monk is very stupid.
Just chanting sutras?
What's the use?
It’s unlikely that if you recite sutras for three days, the disciples in my academy will be willing to submit to Buddhism, right?
hehe.
Totally impossible.
In the blink of an eye.
three days later
"The master of the hospital is in trouble!"
Shen Yunlong was reading ancient books in his study when he was suddenly interrupted.
An elder ran in hurriedly.
Shen Yunlong couldn't help but frown.
"How can you be so flustered?"
The elder didn't care about this and spoke quickly.
"More than twenty academy disciples crossed the magic circle and went out!"
"What?"
Hearing this, Shen Yunlong, who was still calm at first, suddenly stood up.
"Who asked them to go out? Didn't I give the order? No one is allowed to leave the magic circle without my permission!"
The elder looked helpless, "Master, they want to go out on their own, and they keep talking."
"What else can you say?"
"They also said that they want to become a monk and convert to Buddhism!"
"Fuck!!!"
Shen Yunlong was shocked.
Rush out of the study room quickly.
at the same time.
At the gate of Baisha Academy.
More than twenty academy disciples walked out of the magic circle together.
They all came to Huikong.
Everyone's face has a look of confusion.
"Master, I have a lot of confusion."
"Master, I feel like life has no meaning anymore."
"Master, I miss home."
More than twenty academy disciples gathered in front of Huikong, each one begging Huikong to answer their questions.
Huikong smiled.
"All the donors are confused, and the poor monk feels the same way."
"It's better to recite Buddhist scriptures with the poor monks and find true peace in the Buddhist scriptures!"
More than twenty disciples nodded in unison.
Then they all sat next to Huikong.
Everyone clasped their hands together and looked at Huikong.
Huikong started chanting sutras again.
These academy disciples also started chanting together.
This scene was witnessed by Shen Yunlong who happened to arrive.
Shen Yunlong's face was ashen, his fists were clenched, and he wished he could rush out and bring all the disciples back.
"Why don't you stop them from getting out?"
Shen Yunlong had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only roar at those elders.
Those elders looked at each other.
"Master, I think these disciples should have their own pursuits."
An elder said this.
"What did you say?"
Shen Yunlong was stunned.
"Yes, Master, although they are Confucian disciples, they did not sell themselves to Confucianism. Today they have some enlightenment and are willing to join Buddhism. This is also their destiny."
"Master, everyone has their own ambitions, so don't force yourself."
Not just one elder, but several elders have this attitude.
This made Shen Yunlong feel horrified.
Because, in the eyes of these elders, he also saw the yearning for Buddhism.
"Can this monk, who chants sutras all day long, still have such an influence on the people in my academy?"
Shen Yunlong immediately looked at the other people in the academy.
The elders were okay. Although they were more or less affected by the chanting all day long, they had not lost their minds.
But the disciples in the academy are different.
After all, they are young, have limited Confucian cultivation, and have weak resistance to the sound of chanting sutras.
The more than twenty academy disciples who voluntarily walked out are a precedent.
Seeing that all of them looked dazed and confused, I was afraid that some of them would want to walk out.
"This is not okay, we must not let this monster monk shake the foundation of my Baisha Academy!"
Shen Yunlong immediately waved his hand and arranged a soundproof array.
To be continued...