The square outside the main hall of Tianlong Temple was crowded with people at the moment. Several people squeezed in hard and finally got closer.
At the main entrance of the main hall, many men participating in the tonsure ceremony were sitting on their knees facing the main hall with their backs to the crowd, waiting for their tonsure.
In front of these men was a group of monks.
Among the first two, Lin Bai suddenly realized that he was none other than Master Wuwei, and the other was Master Wuwei.
Be good!
Why is this old bald donkey here? He won't recognize him, right?
The talented man was a little worried.
Ling Xiyu had already spoken and shouted loudly: "Duan Zhenglong!"
Although there were crowds of people around, everyone stayed relatively quiet when they came to worship the Buddha. This voice immediately attracted countless eyes, and Master Fang was no exception.
Lin Bai's mentality was shattered, and it was too late to block him.
In this situation, he could only hope that his appearance would not make him easily recognized.
But it was a pity that things went counter to expectations. Master Fang's eyes suddenly fell on him, his eyes were somewhat meaningful, and there was a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Good guy!
Do you recognize it now?
Isn't this outfit so outrageous?
The great talent had something bad in his mind, but then, Master Wen couldn't look away, as if he hadn't seen him.
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Not recognized? But what the hell was that smile just now?
wrong! This old bald donkey must have recognized it, but he just didn't expose it.
Why wasn't it revealed? Is it because you want to worship yourself as your teacher?
Lin Bai was a little confused, but no matter what, it was a good thing after all. If his identity was exposed, it would be the end of the world.
Among the men waiting to be ordained, when they heard Ling Xiyu's voice, one figure visibly trembled, but did not look back, as if he had not heard it.
Ling Xiyu was obviously unwilling to give in, and continued: "Duan Zhenglong, answer me, do you really want to abandon our orphans and widowed mothers to become monks?"
The crowds all around were pointing and pointing.
Because Ling Xiyu called Duan Zhenglong by his first name, everyone did not realize that this was the North King of Dali Zhenbei.
So although it was strange, it wasn't too sensational.
But Duan Yiyi knew it, and she looked shocked at this moment.
Duan Rongrong supported her mother and tried to calm her down. Unfortunately, Ling Xiyu could not calm down.
Master Wuwei then spoke: "Amitabha, the donor does not have to do this. Since he has made up his mind, why force him to stay."
Ling Xiyu said: "It's good to say that we have made up our minds. For a couple who have been married for more than 20 years, is it enough to say that they have made up their minds? Duan Zhenglong, answer me."
Duan Zhenglong still didn't respond.
Master Wufa just said the Buddha's name and stopped talking.
On the side, Master Wuwei narrowed his eyes slightly.
A fat monk beside him scolded, "Absurd, Buddhism is a pure place, and today is the fasting day of Tianlong Temple. Please don't mess around here, please leave immediately!"
Several monks looked like they were about to drive people away.
The people around him were also pointing and pointing. In their view, this was disrespectful to the Buddha.
There were even insults.
The talented man didn't know what to say. He wasn't worried about Prince Dali in the first place. He was worried about Duan Zhenglong. As expected, this guy was really nothing. He ignored his wife and children.
But he couldn't control this matter, but he still said, "What a pure place of Buddhism. There are so many people here, and the noise is overwhelming, but it doesn't even look like a pure place of Buddhism."
"You are presumptuous!"
The fat monk's face darkened, and he sneered: "What do you, a prodigal son, know? Tianlong Temple is a holy place for Buddhism. These are people from all over the world who come to Tianlong Temple to worship Buddha and pray for blessings."
"That's right! Don't slander Tianlong Temple."
"..."
Many pilgrims around him echoed.
Tianlong Temple is a national temple in Dali. It is highly respected and has a transcendent status. If you dare to be disrespectful to Tianlong Temple, you will definitely offend the public. The eyes of the people around you are a little unkind.
It's a pity that Lin Bai didn't take it seriously at all.
He glanced at the fat monk and saw that he was a prodigal son. He recognized himself!
This is probably the Dali Imperial Masters, and they are probably targeting him.
Whatever! In this case, there's no need to be polite.
I'm leaving soon anyway.
Lin Bai immediately sneered and said: "I don't know anything about Buddhism, but Lin Qingfeng, the most talented person in the world, does! I heard that he wrote a Zen poem, what is it called?"
The talented man pretended to be beautiful and said in his mouth: "I have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by the dust for a long time. Once the dust is gone, the light will shine through thousands of mountains and rivers."
Hearing the name Lin Qingfeng and this poem, the expressions of the people around him changed.
Although everyone in Dali disliked the great talent, no one dared to deny the great talent.
This Zen poem, in particular, had a great influence among Dali monks.
The fat monk's face could not help but darken.
Subconsciously, he glanced at Master Wu. Not only him, many people also looked at Master Wu.
The fact that Master Weng became a disciple has long been spread. In the eyes of some Dali monks, this is definitely not a glorious thing.
However, Master Helpless had a calm expression on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Master Wuwei seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and said, "Amitabha, what does the donor want to say?"
"nothing."
Lin Bai said calmly, "I just want to say that this poem is well written. When Lin Qingfeng gave this poem to Master Wu Wu, in fact, it was not given to everyone in the world."
"It's a pity that the Tianlong Temple, known as the Dali Temple, has long been buried by the world's toil. How can there be a day when all the dust has been exhausted?"
"..."
"You are brave!"
The fat monk was furious, which could be described as disrespectful to Tianlong Temple.
Tianlong Temple is a national temple in Dali and has always been regarded as a holy place for Buddhism. The talented man's remarks undoubtedly caused public outrage.
There were a lot of shouting sounds coming from all around.
Master Wuwei's face also darkened slightly, but his tone was still quite gentle. After all, to become an eminent monk, one must maintain his character. He said: "Amitabha, the pure place of Buddhism. What is pure is the heart. The heart is pure. All dharmas are there." Pure.”
"Donors from all over the world go to Tianlong Temple with a pious heart, sincerely worship the Buddha and practice Buddhism."
"The donor is in trouble."
These words were extremely beautiful and immediately attracted the echo of many pilgrims.
Even everyone looked at the great talent with a hint of contempt.
Because everyone comes to worship Buddha and practice with a pious heart, and you are the only one messing around here.
Suddenly, everyone felt superior.
The great talent was instantly despised by countless people.
He was so thick-skinned that he didn't take it seriously at all. Even Ling Xiyu calmed down a lot and looked at the talented man with some worry.
"If one's mind is pure, all dharmas will be pure."
However, Lin Bai smiled lightly and then asked: "Then I dare to ask Master, is your heart pure?"
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