Guangliang, in the earliest legends of Jigong, and even in the wild history, there is this person.

It has nothing to do with a certain magic TV series now.

As a superintendent of the temple, he is already a master of profound Buddhism, but his realm has not yet reached the level of Huiyuan, Huikong and others, and he has not awakened Huigen, so he cannot realize that he is the identity of the reincarnation of the Dragon Arhat.

It's normal not to see yourself.

Who let himself smell like this, it's really a little hard to explain.

So Mrs. Ye didn't care about the malice shown by Guangliang, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Guangliang misunderstood, didn't I go to the morning class with the big guy." ”

"Morning class?"

Guangliang was surprised and felt absurd, and said: "It's really strange that you still know what the morning class is, but you have such a pickled taste, don't dirty the Buddha's mouth and nose!" ”

Mrs. Ye smiled and said, "Senior Brother Guangliang is right, I'll go take a bath and burn incense." ”

After that, he turned around and was about to sneak away to the back mountain to find Wangcai, and rub mud in the waterhole by the way.

Guangliang was surprised that his sloppy junior brother had changed his personality today, not only did he not reply to himself, but for the first time in several years, he heard the word "bath" from his mouth.

It's weird.

But before he could sigh, a voice came from the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the distance:

"Daoji, Guangliang, the morning class is about to start, what are you still talking about?"

This voice is Huiyuan, the master of the two.

Guangliang hurriedly made a Buddha salute to the source of the voice, and said, "Amitabha, master, this is coming." ”

Then he glanced at Ye Tai again, stepped on the ground into inches, and led his two apprentices towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Mrs. Ye's eyes rolled, thought about it, and followed.

But he didn't step on any magical powers, but simply walked slowly on his feet.

Forget it, the matter of taking a bath is pushed first, anyway, my sense of smell is not too sensitive, and smoking is also smoking to others.

Let's take a look at this mythical world first, and then talk about what the roots are.

Lingyin Temple is huge.

It is about the same size as Ye Tai's palace in the Tang Dynasty, and the surrounding majestic mountains, as well as the strange qi faintly emphasing in the mountains, also show that this is a strange world with a large map.

Ye Tai walked slowly for a quarter of an hour before he came to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

At this moment, in the hall of the majestic and unusually maviravia, hundreds of novices were sitting cross-legged, reciting the first lesson of the morning class in unison, the Lengyan Sutra.

On the dome that is seven or eight feet high, in the pious chanting of hundreds of novices, there is a faint strong Xuanhuang aura emerges, and gradually converges into a translucent golden Buddha statue, with a majestic and compassionate atmosphere, covering the land for several miles.

Ye Taizheng was amazed, and Huiyuan's private voice faintly sounded in his ears: "Since you're here, don't come in yet." ”

Ye Tai smiled stupidly, and the probe probed into it.

As soon as I entered the door, I was washed by the refreshing and warm Buddhist qi machine from beginning to end.

Ordinary people may be refreshed and awe-struck in an instant after this experience.

But Ye Tai didn't have any impact at all, first looked around, and then under the silent gaze of Huiyuan, Huikong and others, he moved a futon from the Arhat statues on both sides of the main hall, and came over with a wooden fish, and sat in the second sequence.

The first morning class "Lengyan Sutra" ended, and the second class "Great Compassion Mantra" began.

Everyone was reverently chanting, which made the Buddha's breath in the Mahavira Hall even stronger.

However, Ye Tai didn't know at all, he could only knock on the wooden fish at will, and began to explore the things around him.

The Buddhist beads worn on the chests and the robes on the bodies of the elders Huiyuan and Huikong do not seem to be simple, and they are filled with a certain strange atmosphere of Buddhism.

It should be Lingbao.

The golden body of the Buddha and the golden body of the Arhat did not feel any strange qi, it should be just an ordinary thing, but they were chanted and worshiped by hundreds of novices day and night, and they were full of Buddha nature.

Suddenly.

Mrs. Ye was suffocated in her heart.

He felt a gaze in the dark, staring at him, helpless, bitter, and kind.

Mrs. Ye hurriedly came back to her senses and looked at the statue of the Fuhu Arhat!

The Fuhu Arhat is the eighteenth Arhat, and there is a fierce tiger entrenched under the golden body, so he will not admit his mistake.

Fang Cai's gaze came from this Jin!

Mrs. Ye hurriedly passed the qi machine: "Brother Fuhu, it's me, Descending Dragon, if you have time, let's meet the two brothers and talk about the old days?" ”

However, the visit from the Luo Han Jin gradually disappeared, and he did not give Ye Tai any reply.

"Daoji ......"

Huiyuan came privately again.

Ye Tai turned around and saw that most of the novices were still chanting, but they were looking at him angrily.

Ye Tai's action of knocking on the wooden fish was stunned, it turned out that he didn't know how to chant, and he put aside that burst of random knocking on the wooden fish, which seriously disrupted everyone's rhythm, and the strong Buddha qi in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was also slightly reduced by one or two points.

Mrs. Ye smiled and signaled everyone not to mind, but fortunately she put down the wooden fish, pulled out her broken fan, and made a wind in it.

Guangliang, who was sitting next to him, had a blue and white face, as if he was holding back retching.

Mrs. Ye didn't see it, and continued to explore the Lingyin Temple with her own qi.

The strange qi in the surrounding mountains, interacting with his qi with dragon attributes, all conveyed the idea of surrender.

It turns out that around the Lingyin Temple, there are still demon beasts, but they are all demon beasts with Buddha nature, and there are no tyrannical thoughts, but they are gentle and pure.

However, under a pagoda in the west of Lingyin Temple, several qi machines came from it, but they were very different from others, and Ye Tai could feel resentment, mania, and pathos...... All kinds of ideas.

These are the monsters suppressed by the Lingyin Temple?

In the midst of Mrs. Ye's exploration, the morning class ended.

Hundreds of novices, chanting Amitabha Buddha together, and then getting up, those who should make breakfast go to make breakfast, those who should hit the bell go to hit the bell, those who should sweep the floor sweep the floor, and those who should put the merit box will put the merit box.

Senior Brother Guangliang finally stopped being patient.

"Gott~"

He retched, then looked at Ye Tai angrily, and said, "Such a pickled and foul smell, it's simply an insult to the Pure Land of Buddhism!" ”

"Guangliang~"

Abbot Huiyuan stood up, stopped Guangliang's personal attack, and said, "Buddhist disciples, everyone is equal, why do you want to target your junior brother like this, don't be in the picture." ”

At least he didn't pick his feet and rub mud like he did half a year ago......

It's an improvement!

"Amitabha~"

When Guangliang heard this, he had to recite a Buddha name, but when he looked at Ye Tai's gaze, he still didn't hide his disgust.

Huiyuan turned a blind eye, and he also knew that for a while, he couldn't change the hostility of Guangliang and others towards Daoji.

After all, if he hadn't opened Huigen and vaguely knew the true identity of Daoji, he wouldn't have allowed him to act so unruly in front of the Buddha.

But now the Buddha doesn't care, so what do you care about?

Huiyuan clasped his hands together, turned around and walked towards the meditation room behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall: "Dao Ji, come with me." ”

Mrs. Ye stretched out her dirty hand and patted Senior Brother Guangliang on the shoulder, leaving a black five-finger print, and grinned: "Senior Brother Guangliang, take care of me, take care of me." ”

Guangliang hurriedly stepped back, looked down at the five finger prints on his shoulder, and looked at Dao Ji angrily.

But he had already hung his son, followed Huiyuan, and walked into the apse.