Everyone listened and turned their heads to follow the sound, only to see that Master Shi Lin was still carrying a pair of iron buckets weighing several hundred kilograms on his shoulders.
He clasped his hands together and slowly closed his eyes. The tears on his face had dried up.
"Excellent, excellent, Amitabha."
Master Shi Lin still said this.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but frowned, thinking: Damn, do you want to be so perfunctory? Amitabha on the left and Amitabha on the right, isn't this the same as talking nonsense!
But at this moment, Master Kongxin said loudly to Master Shi Lin: "Master Shi Lin, according to your seniority, I should call you uncle."
"Actually, this little dispute between us can be easily solved. Didn't you just throw away the "Celestial Canker Jue"? As long as you recite and write down all the original text of "Celestial Cancan Jue" word for word, the elders in the temple will
I will definitely let you go!"
"If not, we would be making trouble like this all day long, and it would be very ugly to outsiders. What do you think?"
Master Kong Xin's sudden words made Murong Chunyu, Zhao Rui and others feel shocked in their hearts.
The young monk Wang Junyuan stood aside at this time. Not only was he shocked in his heart, but he thought to himself: In the past two years, since my master accidentally lost the "Celestial Silkworm Jue", these elders in the Shaolin Temple have never let me go.
Master.
Now Master Kong Xin actually asked my master to recite and write down the original text of "Celestial Silkworm Jue", but I have never said such a thing before!
I always thought that the reason why they treated my master in this way was purely because my master talked about Buddha but did not have Buddha in his heart. He did such a big thing in a powerful place of Buddhism, so they deliberately punished and tempered my master.
In the end, it unexpectedly occurred to me that the purpose of everything was actually just for the "Celestial Silkworm Jue".
From this point of view, it seems that this Shaolin Temple is not as vulgar as I thought! It is so vulgar that it stinks!
This young monk Wang Junyuan is only thirteen years old. He is very young and because of his short stature, no one in the Shaolin Temple takes him seriously.
Master Shi Lin is usually very taciturn, and Wang Junyuan knows only a little about the things inside the Shaolin Temple. For example, in the incident he encountered now, Wang Junyuan was in a state of confusion for a long time.
Master Shi Lin clasped his hands together and said loudly: "I discovered "The Secret of Heavenly Silkworms" from Buddhist scriptures. It has nothing to do with Shaolin Temple in the first place!"
"I think back to the time when the abbot asked me to guard the Sutra Pavilion. That was the result of my own destiny, but what does it have to do with Buddhism?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Kong Xin and everyone below changed. They gritted their teeth and stared at Master Shi Lin fiercely. They exclaimed loudly: "Shi Lin, you really deserve to die!"
Monk Kongxin said urgently: "Eighteen Arhats, start exerting your power now and show Monk Shi Lin a little bit of color!"
Soon enough, the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple raised their palms high, and suddenly a large ball of golden energy burst out from their palms.