They are really old, basically over eighty years old.
One eyebrow is very long, but completely white, drooping at the corner of the eye.
One, with dark skin and wrinkles on his face, looked like an old farmer who had worked hard all his life.
He has a fat head and big ears, but he has kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
One was as skinny as a stick, with sharp eyes, with the look of a vajra's angry eyes.
The four old monks were dressed in simple clothes and each had his or her own appearance. It was obvious that they all understood the Buddhist teachings, used them for their own purposes, and embarked on their own path to becoming a Buddha.
But even so, the four old monks looked around the hall and found no monsters.
This made the four of them crazy, unable to understand the disappearance of the Buddha's light.
"Hey, the breath of pure Yang! Is this the Qimen monk?" The fat monk saw Wei Yang, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
The other three also looked over.
"This is the reincarnation of Zu Lu who recently appeared in Chunyang Palace. He is of extremely high seniority. I thought he was a lucky one, but this magical power is not simple." The long-browed monk looked surprised, or a little shocked.
After all, nearly five hundred years of Taoist magic power is comparable to the accumulation of some powerful souls.
And this kid actually doesn't have the Golden Pill yet.
Is this an ambition to condense the Nine Transformations Golden Elixir?
Chunyang Palace, there is going to be another Lu Dongbin!
"No, he is the only one here. Could it be that he is responsible for the disappearance of the Buddha's light?" The thin monk suddenly spoke, staring at Wei Yang sharply.
Hey!
As soon as these words came out, the other three monks were thoughtful.
"I'll go ask."
After the fat-headed monk finished speaking, he strode towards Wei Yang.
When he got closer, he showed a gentle smile, which seemed like a spring breeze and made people feel close to him.
This is the external manifestation of Buddhism, which already has some Dharma-like abilities.
"Amitabha, the wise minister of the old age, has met Wei Zaizhuan."
The fat-headed monk got straight to the point and spoke directly.
Wei Yang sighed.
This Wei Zaizhuan has almost become his name in Qimen.
Speaking of which, hearing this for the first time, Wei Yang could tell that there was a hint of ridicule in it.
After all, after thousands of years, how shameless is it to become Lu Zu's disciple again? Basically, everyone is playing with the inheritance of the first, second and third generations. When they meet, they can only call each other "Master, Uncle, Master."
Even an old-timer can use it.
As a result, a guy appeared out of nowhere. Even the highest-ranking person in the Qi Sect would call him Patriarch when he saw him.
How to play this?
As a result, Wei Zaichuan's strange name appeared.
It means that we hold our noses and recognize your identity, but if you want us to regard you as the ancestor, that is a dream.
"Master Zhixiang, I have long admired you." Wei Yang responded with a smile.
This is the benefit of being a disciple of Lu Zu.
No matter how awesome or old you are, my seniority is here, so calling you by your name is reasonable.
"Wei Zaichuan actually came to my Shaolin Temple, which really made Han Temple shine." The fat-headed monk continued to greet him.
There was no way, he was of high seniority, and there was no conclusive evidence that Wei Yang had destroyed the Buddha's light here. He couldn't break the rules of the circle and be disrespectful to Wei Yang.
Wei Yang looked around and said with a smile: "It's really cold. It's much smaller than the Forbidden City."
The fat-headed monk has a dark face.
I'm sorry, why are you still looking for trouble?
"Wei Zaizhuan, I don't know why you came to this temple. Why didn't you inform me?" The fat-headed monk saw that Wei Yang was not polite, so he decisively gave up his politeness and asked straight to the point.
Wei Yang said: "I have nothing to do. I was just bored at home and walked around. Unknowingly, I came to Shaolin Temple."
"Not to mention, Shaolin Temple is indeed a Buddhist temple. This directly reveals miracles and fills the sky with golden light. I'm afraid it will become a hot search soon."
The fat-headed monk said calmly: "Wei Zaichuan, don't worry, it won't be a hot search in a situation like ours."
"Shaolin Temple really has energy." Wei Yang gave a thumbs up.
The fat-headed monk had a dark face: "This is the requirement and restriction of the Demon Suppression Division, not the Shaolin Temple's doing."
"Isn't it even more awesome to have the Demon Suppressor endorse the Shaolin Temple and cover for you?" Wei Yang continued.
The fat-headed monk fell silent.
Why did I come to you to ask?
Why did the topic of Shaolin Temple get brought up?
"Wei Zaichuan? People in the Ming Dynasty don't tell secrets. I wonder what Wei Zaichuan thinks about the disappearance of the Buddha's light on my Shaolin Buddha statue?" At this time, the other three old monks found that Wei Yang was difficult to deal with. Monk Changmei was decisive.
Step forward and join forces to attack.
Wei Yang glanced at the long-browed monk: "May I ask who the master is?"
"The old man is wise."
"Master Zhihe, you said something wrong." Wei Yang said seriously.
The long-browed monk was stunned: "Which sentence did I say wrong?"
Wei Yang said: "Naruto doesn't speak secret words, he speaks Japanese."
Monk with long eyebrows:???
"Nonsense." The fat monk is a well-rounded man, and he even has the most contact with the secular world. He still has some understanding of the current secular situation.
When he heard Wei Yang's words, his Buddhist heart, which had no waves in the ancient well, started to waver, and he couldn't help but curse in his hometown dialect.
"Master Zhixiang, I see you are also an eminent monk, but you actually cursed others. You have broken the precepts." Wei Yang looked sad.
The fat monk has a dark face.
This kid, let's talk about it, what does the look in his eyes that makes him sad when his son does something wrong mean? Do you think that because of your seniority, you can look at people with this look?
"Amitabha, Wei Zaizhuan, don't you want to explain something about the Buddha's light?" The third old monk stood up. He was an old monk who looked like an old farmer. He asked directly and did not give Wei Yang any room for nonsense.
Wei Yang sighed, looked helplessly at the third old monk and said, "Master, who are you again?"
"Lao Na Zhicheng."
"Master Zhicheng, what you said is wrong again. What does the Buddha's light in your Shaolin Temple have to do with me?" Wei Yang asked back.
The dark-skinned old monk said: "Why should Wei Zaichuan pretend not to know here? On my Shaolin Buddha statue, nearly four layers of Buddha's light were missing in an instant. This is the incense accumulated by my Shaolin for thousands of years."
"The Buddha statue has changed, and the only one here is Wei Zaizhuan."
Wei Yang looked at the swarthy old monk with a shocked face, opening his mouth and being speechless.
The swarthy old monk said: "Wei Zaizhuan, but you have nothing to say?"
Wei Yang nodded and sighed: "I really have nothing to say. It turns out that Buddhism is so noble that it actually distinguishes itself from others."
"Wei Zaizhuan, what do you mean by this?" The dark-skinned old monk suddenly felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong and looked at Wei Yang suspiciously.
Wei Yang said: "You said I'm the only one here?"
The dark-skinned old monk nodded with a calm look on his face.
After all, the only outside practitioner in this temple is Wei Yang.
There are some outside the temple, but they all know the basics, and some even rely on the Shaolin Temple for their existence. How dare they do anything in the Shaolin Temple? They don't have the courage, nor the strength.
Wei Yang said: "Isn't this obvious enough? In your eyes, only I am a human being, and the others are not human beings? There are not only tens of thousands, but also thousands of Buddhist believers inside and outside this temple, right? In the eyes of Buddhism, who do they count?
What? Do you want me to gather the crowd here and tell them personally?"
The dark-skinned old monk was stunned, and immediately his face changed drastically, and he scolded: "Wei Zaizhuan, don't talk nonsense. What I'm talking about now is about the Buddha's light. Are you guilty of treason and deliberately stirring up trouble?"
Wei Yang curled his lips and shook his head: "Are you angry out of embarrassment? Oh, indeed, I shouldn't have come. I'm so disappointed. Shaolin monk, it's nothing more than that. It's better to be famous than to meet him."
First he was disparaging, and then Wei Yang sneered: "You have talked so much and have been slandering me, but let me ask you, you said that the Buddha's light disappeared, then whose Buddha's light is this Buddha's light? Is it yours? You
's? Or yours?"
Wei Yang's eyes wandered around the three old monks, and every question he asked made the old monk frown and remain silent.
"Wrong, that belongs to the Buddha. Among the Buddhists, the Buddha is the largest. Over the past thousands of years, countless believers have offered incense devoutly and they have all been given to the Buddha. Do you have any objections?" Wei Yang continued to ask.
The three old monks were silent again.
"That being the case, here comes the question. The Buddha's light has disappeared. Regardless of who did it, I would like to ask, the Buddha was not impatient or accountable. Why are you getting angry here?"
"The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is?"
For a moment, the three old monks were stunned.
Why is this Wei Zaizhuan so sharp-tongued? So eloquent? So eloquent?