The pagodas are like a forest, all hanging in the air.
The shock brought by this scene cannot be felt unless you see it with your own eyes.
And the majestic main temple that was suspended in the air purely by its own material, with no end in sight, subverted Jiang Wang's understanding of temples. Is there such a building in the world?
It is worthy of being the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism, a place where countless Buddhists chant day and night.
Jiang Wang flew through the pagoda forest and headed straight to the main hanging temple.
On the left is the old monk Kujue, and on the right is the monk Jingli. They look like two Dharma Protector Vajras, one on the left and one on the right, "protecting" them very closely.
"Two masters." Jiang Wang thought for a while and then said: "Your temple is very spacious, you don't need to be so close."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Old monk Kujue scolded: "You are still young and don't know how evil people are in the world. This temple has strong winds, a deep pond, and more bastards. Those bald donkeys are all wilted! We masters and disciples
It is precisely to unite as one, go hand in hand, and work together to rectify the source. Sweep away the unhealthy trends and carry forward the Xuankong Temple. When you become the abbot of the master in the future, you will be the next abbot."
"Master." Monk Jingli listened and felt something was wrong: "What about me?"
"Uh..." Ku Jue then remembered that the last time he painted a cake, Jing Li had already been promised the position of the next abbot, so he changed his words and said: "You are older and more sensible. As a senior brother, I have to let you
"Junior brother, Jingshen is the next principal abbot, and you are the next deputy abbot."
Monk Jingli didn't really care that the principal abbot was snatched away by his junior brother, and he was willing to let his junior brother go. He just scratched his bald head and said, "But we don't have a deputy abbot in Xuankong Temple."
"Jingli, why have you become so rigid?" The old monk Kujue criticized: "We monks must know how to be flexible. We have left the family, and you still stick to those rules. Then why did you become a monk in the first place? Deputy Abbot
Just because this position didn’t exist before doesn’t mean it won’t exist in the future.”
"Master is right." Jingli clasped his hands together and was deeply inspired: "It's my disciple who has taken the form."
The two of them just started chatting back and forth. Jiang Wang was in the middle and didn't know what to say at all.
This is not a conversation that anyone in their right mind would have.
Not to mention other things, coveting the position of abbot, "replacing the original source" and reforming the temple system... shouldn't such a big matter be discussed in a place where no one is around?
Jiang Wang had a headache.
This old monk Kujue was extremely stubborn and talked nonsense. But no matter what he said, the young monk Jingli believed him deeply. They were truly a pair of masters and disciples made in heaven.
Jiang Wang became more and more determined to keep a distance from each other. How could he deserve to join this pair of masters and disciples who were so compatible?
Fortunately, his flying speed was not slow, and he finally landed in front of the main temple of Xuankong Temple before Master and Disciple Kujue Jingli started the next topic.
To his surprise, Master Kuming, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, was waiting in front of the temple.
He was a fat monk with droopy white eyebrows and a sad face.
As soon as I saw him, I felt the uncertainty of fate and felt worried.
I had never seen him before, but as soon as I saw him, I knew that this person was Master Kuming, the abbot of Xuankong Temple.
Jiang Wangdao had a very strong heart, and of course he would not be moved by this small worry. He took the initiative and said, "Jiang Wangdao is really scared to bother the abbot to greet him."
The fat monk smiled, but it sounded more sad and miserable than if he didn't smile: "It doesn't matter. Just now, Donor Jiang said outside the mountain gate, are you here entrusted by Master Guanyan?"
"exactly."
Master Kuming nodded: "The name of Guan Yan is indeed found in the jade certificate of our temple. He was lost in the secret world five hundred years ago, and there is no news about him. Presumably the donor was also seen in the secret world?"
"Yes." Jiang Wang said: "I was fortunate enough to meet Master Guanyan in the secret realm of the Seven Star Tower of the Osawatian clan. He..."
"Wait a minute." The old monk Kujue next to him grabbed him: "We haven't talked about the benefits yet, what are you talking about in a hurry?"
Master Ku Ming looked at the yellow-faced old monk, dumbfounded.
At this time, behind Ku Ming, a serious-faced black-robed monk said: "Ku Jue, you can't just let your nonsense run wild."
"Heh." Kujue sneered unceremoniously: "Kudi, you are just the head of Guanshiyuan, why are you here to teach me a lesson?"
The three main courtyards of Xuankong Temple are Jianglong Yuan, Nianhua Yuan and Guanshi Yuan, each of which has no distinction between high and low. The first of the three courtyards has a status only lower than that of the abbot in the temple.
But in Ku Jue's words, it became "mere"... as if he had already become an abbot.
Most people really can't tell that Master Kujue doesn't even have a position in Xuankong Temple.
"I want you to cut down on your ostomy business!" Monk Kudi was obviously a serious person. He couldn't stand his unruly behavior and said with a cold face: "What did you say on the road just now?"
Kujue and Jingli made such nonsense about the position of abbot, but if they really wanted to pursue it, they could still pursue it.
But Ku Jue didn't look guilty in the slightest. Instead, he got furious: "What a black rabbit with long ears and no fur, you eavesdropped on me again!"
Among all the monks present, Kudhi, who was the only one dressed in black, was so angry that his voice trembled: "How dare you speak nonsense, but don't dare to let others hear you?!"
"Hmph! I advise you to stop doing things that are embarrassing to others." The old monk Kujue said with great righteousness: "Buddhism's supreme magical power is not for you to use to steal chickens and dogs!"
Kudhi was so angry that her voice shrilled: "Who is cheating?"
"Ha." Kujue Chengzhu sneered: "On the evening of July 9, 3814, you didn't do evening classes. Where are you? You stole someone else's reed chicken, and now you want to deny it?"
no way!"
"You!" Kudhi's chest bulged, as if it was about to explode.
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
July of the year 3814 in the Dao calendar... My dear, I'm telling you something that happened more than a hundred years ago.
Master Ku Ming's face looked so miserable that it looked as if water was dripping from his face.
That chicken was indeed stolen by Kudu back then. But all of them had a share in it, and Kujue ate the most among them! But now Kujue feels that he is a righteous person, and it seems that he has nothing to do with him.
It was hard for anyone among the abbots and chiefs present to stand up and say that that was what everyone ate together back then.
After all, it is a violation of the precepts, and so many disciples are watching!
In the silence of the entire audience, Ku Jue had already taken advantage of his victory: "You are a little thief, you are a bald donkey in the corner, you have really damaged the great reputation of our Hanging Temple! I think you are no longer suitable for the position at the head of the Kanshiyuan.
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"Senior Brother, Head." He turned to look at Master Ku Ming sincerely: "I will take on this responsibility for the time being. Senior Brother, don't worry, I am not a person who is obsessed with power and position, unlike Ku Bing and others.
I can't bear to move my butt when I dominate the position. As soon as I find a virtuous person, I will step down immediately!"
Everyone knows that once he really becomes the leader of Kanshiyuan, that "virtuous person" will probably never be found again...
Kubing was furious next to him. Kuming had specially advised him, so he remained silent this time and didn't express any opinions at all. He didn't expect that this could also be affected, so he was unintentionally affected by the disaster.
Suddenly he roared: "Why am I reluctant to move my butt? The duty of Jianglongyuan is to protect the Tao, and the first person who has always been able to fight is responsible for it. If you can beat me, you can just come!"
He is thin in stature, but his voice is as loud as a bell.
The listeners were secretly shocked.
However, Ku Jue acted as if nothing was wrong. He even picked his ears and faced Master Ku Ming: "Brother, look at it, look at it. You are going to fight with me at every turn. I am a Buddhist holy place in the Xuankong Temple, but I have been reduced to a show of bravery.
A cruel place. What kind of words does this sound like?"
He shook his head and sighed, feeling mixed with sadness and anger: "The ancestors worked hard to create this foundation. You must have never thought that the younger generations of monks would be so disappointing, right? My heart hurts!"
