"The most important thing about a temple is naturally the number of monks."
There are a variety of answers, and all of them seem to make sense.
But Ye Qingyun always had no expression.
Is he even thinking about what to eat for lunch?
"Make some stir-fries to eat?"
"Or some chicken soup?"
"It seems like I haven't had egg fried rice for a while."
More than twenty monks have finished speaking.
Ye Qingyun actually heard it all.
However, none of these monks' answers satisfied Ye Qingyun.
He wanted to hear a unique answer.
These people talked for a long time about the practice, the precepts, the number of monks and the size of the temple.
What is this?
Zen Master Yulong has also been observing his words and expressions.
Seeing that Ye Qingyun seemed a little disappointed and impatient, Zen Master Yulong's heart suddenly tightened.
"Is there so many outstanding monks in my temple that the Holy Son can't look down on any of them?"
Zen Master Yulong couldn't help feeling anxious.
If this is the case, then does our Xichan Ancient Temple still have hope?
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at this time.
A timid voice came from outside the Buddhist temple.
Everyone in the hall looked at it.
Outside the main hall, I saw a thin little monk standing, who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Presumptuous, you have only been a beginner for two or three years, and your practice is still shallow. How can you speak here?"
A great monk immediately scolded him.
The thin young monk trembled when he heard the words, but did not retreat.
Instead, he looked at Ye Qingyun with burning eyes.
Ye Qingyun also became somewhat interested.
"You come in."
The thin young monk carefully walked into the Buddhist temple.
"Little monk Xuyun, pay your respects to the Holy Son!"
Virtual cloud?
Ye Qingyun smiled in his heart.
This little monk's Buddhist name also has the word "cloud" in it, which can be regarded as a little bit of fate.
"Xu Yun, I won't tolerate your nonsense in front of the Holy Son!"
The great monk just now was still glaring at Xuyun.
Xuyun was not afraid and just nodded.
Ye Qingyun smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, tell me your opinion."
Xuyun clasped his hands together.
"Reporting to the Holy Son, the young monk believes that the most important thing for a temple is to spread compassion and kindness."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks were startled.
But Ye Qingyun's eyes lit up.
"You keep talking."
Xu Yun said, "If everyone in the temple has compassion and kindness and spreads it, then even if the monks in the temple are gone, the temple will turn into dust."
"But it still exists in the heart of every good person."
The words have not yet fallen.
A faint ray of Buddha's light gathered from all directions and shone on Xu Yun's body.
Ye Qingyun's eyes showed admiration.
The other monks fell into a state of sluggishness.
Chapter completed!