Ye Qingyun shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't have anything to hide, but I won't be an abbot. Zen Master, it's better not to have this idea."

Ye Qingyun's words were very firm.

There is no room for negotiation at all.

joke.

Want me to be the abbot?

So should I become a monk or not?

It is absolutely impossible for me, Ye Qingyun, to become a monk.

How can I let go of my beautiful hair?

What's more, if you become a monk, you still have to abide by the precepts, eat fast and chant Buddha's name. Ye Qingyun feels horrible just thinking about it.

And if you don’t become a monk, how can you be the abbot?

Not suitable either.

So I simply refused and gave up on Zen Master Yulong’s unrealistic idea.

Zen Master Yulong was very disappointed.

"Son......"

Ye Qingyun waved his hand: "Zen Master, other things are easy to discuss, but there is no need to talk about this matter."

"Son......"

Ye Qingyun continued to wave his hands: "I really don't know how to be an abbot, even if you say Zen Master, it will be the same."

"Son......"

Ye Qingyun was angry.

"Zen Master, I have already said this. If you force me again, then I will have no choice but to turn around and leave."

Zen Master Yulong couldn't laugh or cry.

"Holy Son, the poor monk wants to say that since the Holy Son is not willing to be the abbot, can you help the poor monk select a suitable candidate?"

Ye Qingyun was startled.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought that Zen Master Yulong would keep chattering.

Ye Qingyun was so frightened that he really wanted to run away.

"That's totally fine."

Ye Qingyun agreed immediately.

As long as you are not asked to be the abbot, but just asked to help choose one, there will naturally be no problem.

He had done this kind of thing before in the Tang Dynasty.

That was to select a prince for the Tang Dynasty.

Ye Qingyun could handle it calmly.

Let alone choosing a successor to the abbot.

It's completely trivial.

"Amitabha, if that's the case, then it's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, let's do it today."

Zen Master Yulong said.

Ye Qingyun nodded: "Okay, please ask Zen Master to summon all the outstanding monks in the courtyard."

"Obey the Son."

soon.

One by one, monks walked into the Buddhist temple.

There were more than twenty people.

They are all monks whom Zen Master Yulong considers to be outstanding.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

More than twenty monks saluted Ye Qingyun in unison.

Ye Qingyun nodded in greeting, then glanced over the faces of these monks.

As he watched, Ye Qingyun felt a little dizzy.

No more!

These monks all look so much alike that my eyes get dazzled after looking at them for a long time.

Didn't remember it at all.

"Holy Son, these are all outstanding monks from our ancient Xichan Temple. The poor monks will introduce them to Holy Son one by one."

Zen Master Yulong was about to speak.

Ye Qingyun waved quickly.

"No, no, no, I'll ask them three questions first."

There are still three questions.

This is Ye Qingyun's old routine.

In the Tang Dynasty, when choosing the prince for Emperor Li Tianmin, Ye Qingyun played this trick.

"okay."

Zen Master Yulong was startled for a moment, and then stepped aside.

Ye Qingyun looked at these monks with his hands behind his back.

Basically they are all young monks.

There is not a single young monk.

"Let me ask you three questions."

Ye Qingyun spoke directly.

All the monks showed serious expressions.

"First question, what do you think is the most important thing about a temple?"

This first question surprised many monks.

I originally thought that Ye Qingyun would ask some questions about Buddhism.

The monks are also very confident and feel that they have been practicing Buddhism for so many years and are enough to deal with Ye Qingyun's problems.

Unexpectedly.

Ye Qingyun's problem actually has nothing to do with Buddhism.

What is the most important thing about a temple?

What kind of problem is this?

Even Zen Master Yulong who was standing by was stunned for a while.

Ye Qingyun looked at these monks, waiting for their answers.

After a while, a monk spoke cautiously: "Reporting to the Holy Son, the poor monk feels that the most important thing in a temple is practice."

Ye Qingyun nodded and said nothing.

"Well, the poor monk believes that the most important thing in the temple is the precepts."

"The poor monk thinks it's about cultivation. The higher the cultivation level, the better."

"The most important thing about a temple is naturally the number of monks."

...

There are many answers, and all of them seem to make sense.

But Ye Qingyun always had no expression.

Is he even thinking about what to have 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."

...
To be continued...