The great monk finally looked solemn at this moment and looked at Jiang Fan carefully. However, he couldn't see anything, which made the great monk wonder whether his cultivation was too poor.
For a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only say: "Little donor, you must remember the full text. On behalf of the entire temple, this abbot agrees to everything the little donor asks for."
Jiang Fan was surprised: "Really?"
The great monk nodded cautiously: "Monks don't lie."
He really came from his heart. Not only does this kid possess Buddhist treasures, he actually has such a shocking Buddhist scripture. If the Southern Sect obtains it, it will be just around the corner to unify Buddhism and even hope to prosper the world.
Jiang Fan seemed to be thinking hard, but finally shook his head: "I have too many things on my mind, my mind is confused, I can't remember..."
The great monk was anxious: "Little donor, please calm down and remember. Oh, by the way, there is nothing wrong with the Dharma Protector boy. If the donor has any other requests, I will grant them."
Jiang Fan tried his best to think for a while: "My heart is not calm enough. Why don't you let me sit quietly and meditate at the Buddha's place? Maybe it will be effective."
The big monk's eyes moved, but he only hesitated briefly before agreeing: "I will make arrangements for this poor monk. However, the Buddha likes to be quiet, so please don't disturb the little donor."
Jiang Fan said: "That's natural. I just want to sit and meditate."
Therefore, Jiang Fan was soon arranged to enter the Buddhist temple, and according to his request, everyone stayed away and did not disturb him.
Seeing the door closed, the old monk looked doubtful: "The abbot said that he seems to be interested in Buddhist disciples. Is it inappropriate to let them stay alone?"
The great monk recited a few lines from the Heart Sutra and said, "This risk is worth taking."
The old monk thought for a while and agreed: "If this son can really recall the supreme Buddhist scriptures, it will be of great significance to my Buddhism."
"Yes, it is enough to make him a Buddhist disciple."
All the monks thought so, but the old monk said: "It's just that we already have a Buddhist disciple..."
The great monk said: "One more person, doesn't it prove that our Southern Sect is the authentic Buddhist sect and is favored by the Buddha?"
"That makes sense!" The old monk suddenly understood: "As the abbot said, we really want to invite this Buddhist disciple."
The great monk said: "The only problem is its identity and purpose. As long as we understand these two things, if there are no problems, it will be a great thing."
The old monk said: "I'm afraid this person has malicious intentions... Does the abbot think he is from the Northern Sect?"
The great monk pondered for a moment: "Probably not. How could the Northern Sect let the Buddha treasure flow into our Southern Sect? They know that we will definitely not let it go, even if it means robbing it. Therefore, it cannot be someone from the Northern Sect. Besides, the Northern Sect If there was such a Buddhist teaching, it would have flourished long ago."
The old monk nodded: "What the abbot said is reasonable, so how to determine his identity and purpose? Could it be that the abbot plans to use the Heavenly Listening Skill to spy here?"
The great monk shook his head: "No, that young man doesn't know the depth, but the old man can recognize the supreme Dharma, and it is very powerful to confirm it. He is protecting the Dharma in front of the temple. If we act rashly, there will be something wrong. Since we want the Dharma, we can Show your sincerity. Everyone, please don’t linger or pry, I have my own ideas.”
Jiang Fan sat quietly in the Buddhist hall and looked up at the Buddha.
Suddenly a strange look appeared on his face: "Buddha...I heard that you really have supernatural powers and can know the past and the future. I have something to ask you..."
He suddenly said slowly: "If you really have supernatural powers, can you know my intention?"
The Buddha sat cross-legged quietly, his eyes downcast, as if he had not realized anything.
Jiang Fan frowned: "Don't you know how to speak? Do you want that great monk to speak for you?"
Buddha still made no move. Jiang Fan finally couldn't help it, stood up and started circling around Fozi to look at him.
The Buddha is sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform. I don't know if it is painted with paint or something else. The golden light is shining like a golden body, and his true appearance cannot be seen at all.
He seemed not to notice that Jiang Fan was circling around him.
Jiang Fan secretly looked around and saw that no one was around. He even poked his back with his hand, but there was still no reaction. However, the tentacles were soft and warm, confirming that it was a human being and not a mud tire.
Jiang Fan was also a little helpless and had no choice but to sit down and meditate again. He wanted to find someone, Xiao Nuomi, and wanted to ask Buddha to show him. But he had doubts and didn't dare to speak in front of others.
However, Buddha didn't move at all. Jiang Fan couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed that if he wanted to communicate with Buddha, he really couldn't do without the great monk. He didn't want anyone to know about this, so it was a bit difficult to handle.
Yes, it was not Xiong Da's plan to bring the Buddha treasure with him. It was purely an accident. There is simply another purpose, and of course it is not deliberately to ask questions from the Buddha. This kind of thing doesn't seem very reliable to him, but it doesn't hurt to try it by the way.
After all, when I first pretended to be Xiaozhenren, I had heard of the Buddhist disciples of the Southern Sect, who were said to be truly possessed of Buddha-nature and supernatural powers. This time, because they were not far away, I thought of asking him.
If we can get some information, why not give the so-called Vajra Subduing Demonic Pestle to Nanzong?
It's a pity that he didn't expect to be in such a situation. The Buddha was as dumb as a clay body and had no reaction at all.
Do you really need to find a great monk to communicate on your behalf? Jiang Fan scratched his head a little.
Although judging from the information he received from Paradise City and what he had known for many years, Xiang Chen was not interested in the so-called Buddhism. He was even somewhat resistant to the philosophy of Buddhism because of his advocating for force. But I haven't heard of any major conflicts between them. And Xiao Nuomi's matter was too important. Nan Zong was in Chu State, and he really didn't dare to expose the news that he was looking for her. Once the poppies are alerted, it will be even more difficult.
The reason why he dared to ask the Buddha alone was because he knew one thing: it was said that the Buddha never spoke a word. This incident is very interesting. It is said that what the Buddha said will never be mentioned again, as if forgotten.
But no one told him that he had to pass the message through the great monk. How to do it? Can that great monk be trusted?
Do we need to confirm the relationship between the great monk and the Chu royal family first? This is too roundabout...
Moreover, from a psychological point of view, he felt that knowing the past and future was a bit nonsense, and he did not really trust it.
No, forget it. It seems that the rumors are not credible after all. It is not very possible to think about such a mysterious and mysterious thing. However, I have been in this era for a long time and have seen many mysterious things, so I have the idea of trying it.
Of course, in addition to this, Jiang Fan also had other purposes for coming to Nanzong.
Jiang Fan made up his mind and sat quietly for a long time with his eyes closed before walking out of the hall.
As soon as he came out of seclusion, he alerted the great monk.
He arrived at the meditation room where he was almost instantly.
"How? Has the little donor ever thought of it?"
Jiang Fan thought for a moment and suddenly smiled: "I thought of it."
The great monk was immediately overjoyed: "Can you..."
Jiang Fan shook his head: "With so much emphasis on Buddhist scriptures, the abbot must be too rash."
The great monk's expression changed and he gradually calmed down.
"Who is the little donor? What is his purpose?"
Jiang Fan smiled lightly: "Oh? Are you planning to be honest?"
The great monk announced the Buddha's name: "Little donor, let me tell you the truth, that magic weapon is a Buddha treasure, and this Buddhist scripture is even more important. If the little donor has anything to ask for, please open your mouth. As long as you can do it, I will grant it."
