Chapter 1319 1319 All the monks gathered

Eleventh sound!

"How?"

When the bell rang again, at this moment, the monk suddenly got up, and there was surprise and shock on his face!

What does the eleventh sound represent, he knows very well, if it was just a guess before, then now he can be 100% sure that the person who came is definitely a celestial-level existence!

Because, even if the Chinese leaders visit in person, the bell is only the tenth shock, externally, the Bra Palace said that this is the highest ceremony, in fact, all the time, even some new monks, are naïve to think that the tenth sound of the bell tower is the end.

But in fact, the monks of the older generation all know that above the ten, there is an eleventh voice!

This eleventh sound, in the past, only a few people have enjoyed it, for example, the first person in China, You Chang'an.

Of course, as You Chang'an's identity, he can naturally get twelve of the highest gifts, but at that time, You Chang'an was only a visit from Tiangang Xiu, and it stands to reason that he can only enjoy ten sounds.

The reason why the bell rang eleven times was to take into account the identity of You Chang'an III's wheel.

The four great monks also stood up suddenly, their faces were solemn, even the little living Buddha opened his eyes, and a different color appeared in his eyes: "Is it him? I can feel that he is stronger than then." ”

"Who?"

The four great monks looked at the little living Buddha for the first time.

The little living Buddha avoided answering, just fiddling with the Buddha beads, and the four major monks frowned one by one, faintly realizing something.

Boom!

"Oh my God!"

Originally, everyone thought that the bell would stop at the eleventh moment, and there were even tourists who joked that it should have been ten rings before, but the little lama who rang the bell may have drunk high, and most of them were a little drunk.

But until the twelfth sounded, these tourists, one by one, showed a shocked look, they subconsciously looked at Yang Ning, and secretly said Could it be that these twelve bells are ringing for this goods?

For a while, countless people had all kinds of speculations in their minds, but for these people's complex thoughts, Yang Ning was not interested in guessing, and when the twelfth bell rang, he finally finished this road to the clouds.

Looking at the main hall of the Bura Palace in front of him, Yang Ning ignored the strange gazes of these people around him, and walked straight in the direction of the main hall.

"Donor, please stay. Master Kongzhi trotted over and said respectfully, "Donor, please see..."

Looking along the hand of Master Kongzhi, I saw that not far away, there were more than a dozen lamas, carrying a wide chariot trotting.

"Donor, please. ”

When these lamas came running, Master Kongzhi immediately said.

"Shall I sit up?" Yang Ning curiously pointed to the chariot in front of him.

"Yes, donor. Master Kongzhi nodded.

"There are a lot of rules in the Bra Palace. After Yang Ning muttered a few words, he took off his shoes, and immediately a little monk helped pick them up and keep them, and Yang Ning just sat cross-legged on the chariot.

Feeling a little swaying under him, frankly speaking, this step is quite uncomfortable to sit, it is better to stand and walk, could it be that this is a kind of etiquette for the Bra Palace to welcome guests?

Yang Ning pinched his chin and thought curiously, at this moment, these lamas carried their chariots, and did not go to the main hall of the Bura Palace, but walked in another direction, according to Master Kongzhi, it is called Xiaoling Mountain, which is a place for many old monks to retreat.

Xiaolingshan, what a big breath!

However, when he really entered this mountain, Yang Ning immediately smelled a refreshing breath, and this mountain, whether viewed up close or far away, was full of spirituality, and it was worthy of its name.

At the entrance to the mountain, at least a hundred old lamas sat cross-legged on both sides of the passage, all of them reciting sutras with their eyes closed, occasionally stirring the beads hanging in their hands, and only opening their eyes when the steps approached.

"The poor monk's name is Sangding, dare to ask the name of the donor..."

On the first day, the monk was already waiting here, in the past, he had broken an arm, and now the sleeve on his right side hung down empty, and he only saluted with his left hand, but suddenly, he was stunned.

He knows Yang Ning, to be exact, for Yang Ning, no matter when, he can't forget!

"Master Sangding, don't come unharmed, we'll meet again. Yang Ning smiled and walked and jumped down.

"The donor has a good memory. ”

When he saw Yang Ning for the first time, Sang Ding's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was almost about to scream.

Because, he couldn't see through Yang Ning, with his strength that was not far from the unity of heaven and man, he couldn't even see Yang Ning's reality and reality!

"The descendants of the undefeated are truly awe-inspiring. After a while, Sang Ding took a deep breath: "I'm ashamed... I'm ashamed..."

The undefeated person in Sang Ding's mouth naturally refers to Cao Qiushui, for Sang Ding, Yang Ning's progress can be said to have reached the level of frightening him, but since Yang Ning was Cao Qiushui in his previous life, he can also understand, to be honest, for Yang Ning's talent of ancient and modern times, even if he has not been in a turbulent mood for many years, he has also had a wisp of jealousy.

"The donor has come recently, so that the temple is full of brilliance, the donor, please inside, the poor monk has instructed the monks of the temple to prepare a special tea melon fruit to entertain. Sandin said softly.

"Thank you, Master. ”

No matter what Sangding's style was in the past, standing in today's position, Yang Ning is not interested in being too hostile, this time, he has his own intentions.

"Qingyunzi?" When passing by the little living Buddha, Yang Ning couldn't help but ask curiously, because he happened to understand the wooden sign on the neck of the little living Buddha, and the Tibetan language on it was Qingyunzi.

"This is the Dharma name of the little monk in his previous life. ”

The little living Buddha explained with a smile, whether it is his expression or eyes, they are as clear as water, without a trace of impurities.

"Actually, Qingyunzi's law name is very good. Yang Ning smiled.

"Since the donor said so, then in this life, the little monk will continue to use the name of the previous life and take the name Qingyunzi. The little living Buddha smiled and nodded.

"I'm just casually saying that you don't have to worry too much. Yang Ning was a little embarrassed.

"This is fate, which is not only the fate of the Buddha, but also the fate of the little monk and the benefactor. After the little living Buddha finished speaking, he moved the Buddha beads in his hand: "The little monk starts today, and the Dharma name is Qingyunzi." ”

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In the welcome room of the courtyard, Yang Ning looked curiously at the surrounding decoration style, of course, secretly there is no less greed, no way, the materials here are all precious and scarce wood, every piece of wood, put on the black market, can be sold for a large price, at the moment used as a pillar as a support, there is indeed a little bit of violence.

However, thinking that the Bura Palace can welcome a large number of pilgrims every day, with countless sesame oil money, Yang Ning also has to sigh, people are rich and capricious.

After taking a sip of tea, Sang Ding asked, "Donor, I don't know if I came here today, do you have something important?"

"If I say it, you can't fight with me. Yang Ning looked at Sang Ding very seriously.

"Donor, please say, if this temple can do it, it will definitely satisfy the donor. Sang Ding's tone was calm.

"Then I really said it. Yang Ning added again, and when he saw Sang Ding's head, he looked at the little living Buddha not far away.

The little living Buddha just smiled and returned the salute at first, but gradually, his face became embarrassed, and even a little inexplicable, and he couldn't help asking: "Could it be that the matter in the mouth of the donor is related to the little monk?"

"Yes. Yang Ning nodded, and then said, "I want to take you away, I don't know if you want to?"

"What!" Sang Ding suddenly got up, not only him, but even the four great monks sitting around not far away also stood up suddenly.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Could it be that a few masters are angry?"

"Amitabha..."

Sang Ding, as well as the four great monks, all whispered the Dharma name, but their faces were a little unnatural, obviously in a state of anger.

However, the little living Buddha tilted his head, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "I don't know where the donor wants to take the little monk?"