Dukong pondered for a while and sighed: "Amitabha, if Master Mu insists on making this arrangement, I can only be respectful and obey. It's just... this ordination thing..."
"Since he no longer wants the position of abbot, why are you still trying to shave his hair?" Youtanhua said coolly, leaning on the pillars in the hall.
Hui Neng stood up and said disdainfully: "Witch, what do you know? Only when Buddhist disciples cut off three thousand threads of troubles can they truly become a monk. For my Buddhist expectations, how can I be considered a true monk if I don't cut off these three thousand threads of troubles?" A monk."
Mu Fusheng cast a comforting look at Udanhua, then clasped his hands to Huineng and Dukong and said, "Amitabha, I am afraid that it is not appropriate for me to be ordained as a young monk.
Mu Fusheng's calm words caused an uproar at the scene.
Color, sound, fragrance, taste, touch, and six kinds of objects, and among them, the most confusing thing is color! The world is related to the world, and love is the first! The Buddha said that his worldly relationship is not over, isn't he just greedy for the world of mortals...
A group of Buddhist cultivators began to whisper among each other, and there was a lot of discussion. Why did the Buddhist disciple, such an ethereal, refined and Zen-minded person, say such shameless words?
"Buddha! You! How can you say such self-deprecating words!" Even a steady person like Du Kong felt that iron could not turn into steel at this moment.
"I just told you that this Buddha has been corrupted by the witch a long time ago. Abbot Dukong, you just don't listen and insist on coming. This is great. The whole Nanyang world will know my Buddha's joke!" Huineng was angry. You have to wave your sleeves and say.
At this time, the two leading Buddhist cultivators also reacted, and one of them said loudly: "What did I say? When I just entered the temple, I saw the Buddha and the witch hugging each other. I thought I was dazzled. .”
"I'm afraid it's true. I saw it too."
"I...I also looked...saw it."
Youtanhua's body, which was leaning against the pillar, stiffened unnaturally. Her face was covered with black lines. Why is this Mu Fusheng... so arrogant? Is this kind of thing suitable for announcing to the world in a big way?
Mu Fusheng said calmly: "Amitabha, everyone should regard the monk as a disciple of the Buddha, and the monk only regards himself as a human being. People have emotions and desires, and the monk is not immune to the secular world. The Buddha said that all sentient beings can be saved, but if he can't save his own body, how can he talk about all sentient beings? ?The Buddha talked about great love, the love of all living beings, but if you don’t understand what love is, how can you talk about great love?”
"This..." Everyone present could not calm down for a while, hesitating and not knowing how to respond.
Youtanhua curled up her lips and walked towards Mu Fusheng. She tugged on Mu Fusheng's sleeves and said with a sweet smile: "Okay, don't take it seriously with these pedantic people. This temple has been built, and you can do everything you want and be a good person." Just think about it, if I have a huge magic mountain to support you, if you still need to look at their eyes, I will have spent these hundreds of years in vain."
After saying that, she pulled Mu Fusheng and walked out of the temple. As she walked, she said: "We have been so noisy for so long that we forgot about the real thing. This temple hasn't been named yet."
The surrounding Buddhist cultivators were stunned for a few seconds. When Udanhua pulled Mu Fusheng over, they subconsciously made way for the two of them.
The two of them walked through the crowd to give alms and went straight to the temple gate. Only then did everyone react and followed them towards the temple gate without knowing it.
Youdanhua raised his head and looked at the gold-inlaid plaque at the door of the temple and asked, "What is it called? Young monk, please inscribe it."
Mu Fusheng did not refuse, he took a step forward, made a spell in his hand, waved his hand, and wrote strokes on the golden plaque gracefully.
The Buddhist cultivator who came out together subconsciously followed Mu Fusheng's strokes and read word by word: "Fu... Tan... Temple". As soon as he finished speaking, the golden plaque seemed to have three large, dark and powerful characters.