Chapter 151 Monk

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

Master Kongchan returned to Jinguang Temple and was stunned when he entered the main hall:

I saw three Wutai Mountain eminent monks who had entered under the Buddha statue a few days ago and suppressed the ghost Buddha and the Faceless Buddha. They were already sitting in the main hall, chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Buddha bless you, the three senior brothers finally returned safely."

"I wonder if I have encountered any danger during this trip."

"How is that ghost Buddha doing now?"

The three old monks with white beards and hair stopped chanting and slowly opened their eyes.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Junior brother, I don't know what's hidden in it. Let the three of me tell you slowly."

It turned out that the three enlightened monks from Mount Wutai did not see the hellish scene they imagined after entering the space under the Buddha statue.

On the contrary, there is only a large-scale temple inside, which is full of incense.

There are countless ghosts among them.

But there is nothing violent about these ghosts.

Their faces were peaceful, even smiling, and they sat neatly and quietly in the temple.

Listen to a young monk who looks to be only five or six years old speaking and reading scriptures.

The little monk was born with pink and jade carvings, but sitting in front of the big Buddha, he looked solemn and precious.

He explained complex Buddhist principles in a simple and profound way.

Not only were a group of ghosts fascinated by it, but even the three old monks from Mount Wutai were intoxicated without knowing it.

Once they heard this, they stayed there for three days and three nights.

It wasn't until the fourth day when the young monk kept silent that the three old monks came to their senses.

The little monk smiled and spoke to the ghosts.

"Namo Amitabha."

"That's the end of the lecture. If all the donors are willing to take refuge in my Buddha, you can come back in seven days."

Thousands of ghosts stood up and saluted.

"Namo Amitabha."

"I would like to thank you, Master, for your kindness over thousands of years."

The ghosts kowtowed nine times before reluctantly leaving the temple.

After the ghosts dispersed, the young monk spoke to the three old monks from Mount Wutai with a kind face.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The first priority is to worship the Buddha for salvation, but in the past few days, the young monk has neglected the three distinguished guests."

"I wonder why all the eminent monks from Mount Wutai are here?"

The three old monks didn't dare to neglect, so they hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

In that case, even if he met his teacher, it would be nothing more than that.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The three junior monks visited us presumptuously, but they disturbed the senior monk's practice."

"It's just...just why is this place such a Buddhist scene?"

"Has the great monk ever seen a faceless ghost or Buddha?"

"Could it be...could it be that he has been suppressed by the great monk using Wushang Dharma?"

Hearing the words "Ghost Buddha has no face", the young monk looked thoughtful for a while.

After a long time, he looked confused.

"Namo Amitabha."

"This name is so familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it before."

"Since the poor monk woke up from his coma, he has saved many benefactors here."

"The Ghost Buddha Faceless person you mentioned has never appeared."

The three old monks looked at each other, and a thought came to their minds at the same time:

With the soul of such a great and eminent monk here, I imagine that the ghost, Buddha, and faceless person has been saved by him without even knowing it.

The three old monks once again bowed to the young monk in front of them.

"Namo Amitabha."

"In this case, the young monk and the others should retire first and not dare to disturb the great monk's teachings too much."

In this way, after the three old monks came out from under the Buddha statue, they have been meditating and comprehending in the main hall.

Digest the Buddhist principles and Dharma taught by the young monk these days.

Although Master Kong Chan had worshiped the Buddha all his life and had long been at peace, he was still shocked by what the three old monks said.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The poor monk has been practicing in Jinguang Temple for decades and has never heard of such a thing."

“Isn’t that legend true?!!”

"Or is there something hidden in it?"

The three old monks from Mount Wutai, regardless of Master Kongchan's shock, stood up and said goodbye to him.

"Now that Junior Brother Kongchan is back, the three poor monks will return to Mount Wutai."

"That... what that great monk said was really like an enlightenment."

"After I go back, I will have to stay in seclusion for a few years to slowly understand it."