Thinking is thinking, and greeting still has to be called.

Mianmian clasped his hands together and saluted Yonghui: "Hello Abbot Yonghui, I am Mianmian." I'm sorry I'm late. ”

Yonghui bowed her head and gave Mianmian a return salute, still with a signature smile on her face: "Senior Sister Mianmian, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time, please sit down, the old man is ugly, and he is about to start preaching." ”

Mianmian nodded and looked behind her.

Qingxu and Yongjue have empty futons around them, which seem to be left for them.

So she walked over on her short legs, and the ancient trench coat and skirt on her body fluttered.

The Jiang family does not belong to Buddhism and Taoism, and when she came to an important occasion today, Mianmian wore the clothes that her mother would give her when she participated in important family activities on the mountain.

The clothes are light pink, which is an ancient style, and there are many pieces that add up. In order not to get hot, she put a cooling charm on herself, and also sent it to her friends and eldest nephew.

Because the friends were also wearing the clothes of the Jiang family, this idea was still thought up in vain, and then Mianmian asked, and everyone agreed, including Yang Xian.

Mianmian actually thought it was very strange, and asked Yang Xian why he agreed to wear the Jiang family's clothes, but Yang Xian didn't answer her directly at all, only said that it was time to go.

Yang Xian didn't want to say, and Mianmian couldn't continue to ask.

The group all sat down on the futon, and Yonghui on the platform folded his hands and said with a smile: "Since the distinguished guest has arrived, then Lao Ke will throw bricks and talk about Lao Ke's recent reading of the "Dizang Sutra". ”

Yonghui began to recite the Jizo Sutra one by one, and added his own insights and insights.

The golden light around him grew larger and larger, and fell with the stars around the people in the room. Mianmian also fell around a little, and she was about to touch it curiously, when Yang Xian's voice came from behind: "Don't touch it." ”

Mianmian was sure that she heard Yang Xian talking, and she was curious.

But now she was sitting at the front, and she couldn't turn around and ask Yang Xian, so she could only obediently stay still.

Yang Xian frowned at this time.

Under his heavenly eyes, those golden points of light were just on the surface, and the inside was actually black.

This is different from the situation when Mianmian started the live broadcast before, when the light around Mianmian was only golden, gray, white, and black.

Because he felt strange, Yang Xian became more and more concentrated, wanting to see what the situation of Yonghui, who was preaching the scriptures. But after coming into contact with Yonghui again, his eyebrows tingled, and he couldn't see anything in the next second!

Yang Xian felt frightened, but he was too far away from Mianmian to speak again.

Mianmian is actually quietly using charms.

The invisible Vajra Talisman.

She believed Yang Xian, and Yang Xian said that those lights could not be touched, so she decided not to touch them, and inferred from this that what Yonghui said in her mouth was not a good thing.

Therefore, she decided to make sure that no one in the square could touch the light and could not hear Yonghui's voice.

Under the continuous small movements, some people who had closed their eyes tightly and accepted the Sanskrit sound suddenly felt nothing.

They opened their eyes and looked at Yonghui.

Seeing that Abbot Yonghui was still preaching, he didn't stop, and wondered in his heart: Could it be that Master Yonghui's realm has regressed? Why is it that today's lectures don't have the feeling of a spring breeze that they used to have?

Or are they too useless?

These people speculated wildly in their hearts, and they didn't dare to reveal that they didn't hear Master Yonghui's lecture clearly, for fear of being ridiculed by people they knew, so they had to continue to endure.

Time passed minute by minute, and the people of the whole square were on pins and needles. If you can't comprehend, you naturally can't concentrate, and you sit staggered one by one.

When the original monks of Fahua Temple saw this, they frowned and pondered.

They also found that today's lecture is different from the previous times, and this is certainly not the abbot's realm regression, so why are the people present like this?

After a long time, the monks were anxious, and they wanted to interrupt Yonghui, but they were afraid of being harshly reprimanded. They can only close their eyes and recite the scriptures by themselves to pass the time.

Soon, it was twelve o'clock at noon.

Just after the first volume of the "Jizo Sutra" was finished, Yonghui opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Everyone, the old man is ugly, these are the new feelings that the old man has had in recent years. Do you have any doubts and want to communicate with the old man? ”

Yonghui's gaze fell on Qingxu: "Qingxu Daoist, I don't know if there is any advice?" ”

The dust is shaken off, and it seems unfathomable.

He shook his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Yongjue: "The truth in Buddhism, my understanding of the Daomen is naturally poor, and it is the right thing for you to communicate with the abbot of Yongjue." ”

Yongjue: Old Niubi, I thank you!

He felt a slight fluctuation just now, and then he didn't hear anything. I didn't hear it, I couldn't say anything at all, how could I communicate Yonghui's views with Yonghui?

Qingxu can really trick people.

When Yongjue was in a dilemma, a young man next to him couldn't hold his breath, ignoring the eyes of his own teacher on the side, and suddenly said loudly: "Abbot Yonghui, did you really talk about it just now?" Why can't I hear anything after listening to three sentences? ”

When such a sentence was said, Yonghui also frowned: "Why didn't you hear it?" The old man just spoke very carefully. ”

At this time, the monks of Fahua Temple approached Yonghui and told Yonghui that they hadn't heard it just now.

The smile on Yonghui's face stiffened for a moment.

Why didn't you hear it? He specially prepared for today for a long time, just to let everyone know that Fahua Temple is no worse than Shifang Temple, and now that the first lecture is over, the people below have not listened at all.

What the hell is going on?

"Abbot Yonghui, I have an idea about what we haven't heard." A person sitting on Yang Xian's left suddenly spoke, "I heard this little brother say don't touch it just now, and then I couldn't hear anything." Originally, I thought that it was not a test for us by Master Yonghui, but now it seems that it is not? ”

"I heard it too, and it's really the same as what this senior brother said."

If one person tells the truth, many people will tell the truth. At first, they were afraid of their own food and ridiculed by the people around them. Now that someone has spoken out, there is no need to be afraid.

Everyone hasn't heard it, it can't be that everyone doesn't have Huigen and can't understand it, right?

Yonghui looked at Yang Xian: "This donor, please solve your doubts." ”

Yang Xian was silent.

If he really wants to solve the puzzle, of course he knows that it is done by Mianmian. Because he said don't touch it, Mianmian listened to him and knew that those points of light were not a good thing, so he took action so that no one present could hear it.

But if you really say it, won't Mianmian become the target of public criticism?

As soon as they entered the square, these people were already complaining, saying that Mianmian was late. If they don't hear it again, they don't know what they will do.

But Yang Xian never lies, although he has been wandering for eleven years, he has always wanted to be an honest person.

What to do?

Yang Xian's gaze couldn't help but fall on Mianmian in front of him.

(End of chapter)