Countless disciples looked at their master in puzzlement, not knowing why he suddenly shouted such a sentence, but subconsciously they all knew that something was wrong, something was going to happen!

And a few of the most intimate apprentices already had tears in their eyes, and their legs were a little weak. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

They knew their master's temperament, and when they shouted this sentence, it meant that he had given up returning to the temple and the opportunity to burn himself to become a Buddha.

"Master!" several apprentices, who were already seventy or eighty, knelt on the ground at the same time. Tears flowed.

And the master in front of them looked at Si Fan, who was so resolute.

"Donor, I beg you, let us go of the Great Buddha Temple. He said this in Chinese, then bowed his head and knees.

"Poof!", the sound was so shocking, the cultivator knelt on the ground, his head slammed on the ground.

An old man of more than a hundred years old knelt in front of Si Fan. The shocking effect made people all look at Si Fan at the same time.

This is a temporary appeal of a master, a master at the level of a living Buddha, and people have sympathized with the master at the same time in their hearts, and they have stood in the position of an old monk who cultivates energy.

And Si Fan looked at the master in front of him, and quietly took half a step away, he would never dare to accept such a big gift. is even more because of the guilt in my heart for the old monk.

"Alas, why should you do that? I've actually thought of giving you a way to get the soul of architecture, but you've chosen such an extreme way. Si Fan said with a sigh.

In front of him, there were still some of the monks who didn't know what was going on, and they looked at their ancestor actually kneeling on the ground. On the spot, he rushed over and helped him up.

This is their ancestor, the person they respect the most.

"Stop!" Suddenly, the oldest monks stopped them. watched Si Fan's figure get up, and then slowly walked over.

"This gentleman. We are here to ask you to agree with our master's last hope. They knelt in front of Si Fan almost at the same time.

It's unacceptable.

Buddhism is very strong in Japan, and their followers can help them kill all their enemies. And the politicians are also inextricably linked to the temple, but today, several masters of Todaiji Temple kneeled in front of Si Fan at the same time, and if Si Fan did not agree, it would be a stupid enemy of the whole day. and even enemies of Buddhist believers all over the world.

You must not do such a thing, otherwise you won't know how to die.

He helped several masters up.

"Masters, don't say that, I'm here for tourism. Since Master Xiu Neng won't let me go around the temple, then forget it, I won't go in. Si Fan seemed to say very generously.

Several monks listened to Si Fan's words and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, donor!" they saluted at the same time, Si Fan also smiled and said thank you, and under everyone's gaze, he saw several old monks giving orders to the people behind him.

Suddenly, those little monks already knew what was going on, and suddenly there was a mournful cry in the entire temple, everyone with tears, they looked at the position and direction where the old monk was kneeling, and they all knelt down towards Xiu Neng.

Many more wept. Whether it is a monk or a believer, they all know that the old monk is estimated to have passed away

Otherwise, you can't have not gotten up for so long.

At this time, suddenly Si Fan heard a voice: "Is Chairman Si Fan here? I am a noble Motegi." The Minister of Economy has come to discuss the details of the cooperation with you in person. ”

It was the voice of the nobleman Motegi outside, and Si Fan looked in that direction in surprise, if there was this local, he would have a little more confidence in the completion of his goal.

"Takato Motegi. Come here. There is just something to ask for. Si Fan shouted, and let go of these monks to handle the matter for the cultivator master.

What's more, they should have held a ceremony today, and the power of grief and anger was transmitted throughout the temple.

At this time, the bell of Todaiji Temple rang again continuously. But this time it's slower, heavier.

This means that there is an important master in the temple who has passed away.

It represents the sorrow of Todai-ji Temple.

It should have been a happy event today, because the old monk Xiuneng was already too old, and at this time, ordinary people died with joy and mourning, let alone a temple. It should be more solemn, and even preach that the master has become a Buddha.

But today is different, because when the master died, he was dishonorable, he didn't spread the Dharma, he didn't sit down and preach the Dharma, he knelt on the ground.

This kind of death is simply ruining yourself to the limit.

Even Si Fan, a native of another country, had to agree to his final plea.

The nobleman Motegi came in quickly, and there were people standing around him, all of whom were bodyguards to protect the safety of the powerful people next to the nobleman Motegi.

As for the nobleman Motegi. That's protected by the way.

"Si Fan, I want to introduce to you that this is our stupid Minister of Economy, Mr. Hongguang Futai. This time, he has come to invite you to talk about Zen at Todai-ji Temple, and by the way, I will talk about some of the local customs of Nippon!" said Takato Motegi.

This Si Fan knew too well what he meant, this was to talk to Si Fan about the solar highway, energy is the biggest thing for Ri Ben, there is no one, so they have to discuss it with Si Fan.

"Hello, I am the Minister of Economy of the Rich Days, my name is Hongguang Futai, I am very honored to meet for the first time. "Hongguang Futai is still a stupid etiquette, and it is very standard.

Si Fan stretched out his right hand and said: "Thank you very much for taking a look at me as a little person in your busy schedule, it's really an honor, but I don't know if there is an opportunity to invite Mr. Hongguang Futai to taste the food together in the garden house of Dongda Temple."

At this time, he had a smile on his face, and this smile was very sincere. But the meaning of it is what the beauty knows.

Hongguang Futai looked at Si Fan and nodded on the spot: "Of course, the food here is very famous, I just want to taste it." Let's go in now. ”

Si Fan happened to think so at this time: "Since it was invited by Mr. Hongguang Futai, the Minister of Economy, then I must not refuse, let's go." “

Just as the two of them wanted to move forward, and the others were ready to follow, an old monk in front of them walked out.

While they were talking, Xiu Neng's golden body had already been carried to the Dongda Temple, leaving only this old monk with a dozen little apprentices.

"Sir, please abide by the agreement with our master, the little monk is grateful. ”