Yang Zhao was confused when he heard this, because the language spoken by the beautiful woman in black this time was neither Chinese nor the language of this world.
She didn't understand it at all, and Yang Zhao broke out in sweat.
She now plays the role of a translator. She can't communicate if she doesn't understand both parties. What if she makes the beautiful woman in black angry?
These little bean people might not be life-threatening, but there was absolutely no way she could escape.
But after the beautiful woman read a paragraph, seeing that Yang Zhao didn't translate a word, she immediately stopped and her face gradually turned cold.
Yang Zhao had an invisible weight pressing down on him, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, threatening to jump out of his chest.
"senior……"
Just when she was still about to explain something, several Xiaodou people murmured a few words to each other, and one of them stood up.
"Amitabha, Donor Yang, the passage that this female benefactor just recited seems to be the Sanskrit "Miaoho Lotus Sutra", but her pronunciation is very different from now. I can't guarantee that what I heard is correct. .”
Yang Zhaoru was granted amnesty and quickly told the beautiful woman in black the news.
"Senior, one of the masters has figured out which scripture this is. Why don't you ask them all to recite this scripture? Can you listen to it?"
Although the beautiful black woman didn't understand what Xiaodouren was talking about, she saw that Yang Zhao didn't look like he was cheating, so she agreed to the matter.
So the few Xiaodou monks who heard it at first put their hands together and started chanting Sanskrit together.
"For sentient beings in the evil world in the future, their good roots will be reduced, their arrogance will increase, they will be greedy for profit and make offerings, increase their unwholesome roots, and will be far away from liberation. Although it is difficult to teach, we should have great endurance to read and recite this sutra, and persist in speaking, writing, and all kinds of Provide support without sacrificing one's life..."
The beautiful woman in black frowned and listened, and the little bean people chanted for a while and then stopped.
Seeing this, Yang Zhao asked: "Senior, do you think this is it?"
Beautiful woman in black: "Although the accent is a bit strange, it should be correct, but you are talking about two hundred monks. Are these two people the only ones who can recite sutras now?"
Yang Zhao only felt a huge force suddenly drop, and she staggered and almost fell to her knees on the ground.
"Senior, you misunderstood. What you are talking about is Sanskrit. Only masters with advanced cultivation here can study Sanskrit. Other monks rarely study Sanskrit. However, all the monks here can understand this scripture in our own language. Read it, or would you like to listen to it again?"
Yang Zhao secretly used his spiritual power to support his creaking bones, not wanting to kneel down, and trying to maintain his steady speech.
"Humph, the little girl is not old, and her bones are still quite strong. Okay, I will trust you again."
After saying that, the beautiful woman in black withdrew her gaze. Yang Zhao felt a lightness on his body, and his spiritual power suddenly moved much faster.
She wiped the sweat with her sleeve and began to communicate with these monks in Chinese.
"Senior, I want to listen to the Chinese version. We need everyone to come together."
These Xiaodou monks also saw her difficult situation. As soon as they heard her words, several monks stood up and organized other monks to stand up.
Then more than two hundred monks put their hands together, and one of them started, and the other monks followed suit and chanted.
Yang Zhao's familiar Chinese sounded throughout the small space.
"At that time, five hundred Arhats in the crowd received reporters and said to the Buddha: World Honored One, we also vow to preach this sutra widely in foreign lands.
Eight thousand people, both learned and unlearned, stood up from their seats, put their palms together and made this oath to the Buddha: World Honored One! We should also preach this sutra widely in other lands. So what is it…………. "
The Sanskrit sounds are like the rising tide of the sea, and the sound is solemn and made in ten directions.
The brilliance is like golden light gradually rising, and the curls are like the birth of a lotus.
After the monks finished chanting, all kinds of visions disappeared like bubbles in dreams.
The monks Xiaodou looked at each other with surprise in their eyes, and their expressions were both excited and suppressed.
This time the expression of the beautiful woman in black completely softened.
"It's okay, you didn't fool me. Although these people have mortal bodies and the effect is a little less effective, fortunately, there are many beans, which can always make up for it."
Yang Zhaoru woke up from his dream: "Senior is joking, how could this junior have the courage to fool you? Do you think these monks satisfy you?"
Beautiful woman in black: "Why, are you so anxious to get benefits?"
Yang Zhao: "You have wronged me, I don't mean that."
"When I finish telling you the rules, the benefits will definitely come to you."
The beautiful woman in black took out a pamphlet from her arms and gave it to Yang Zhao.
"You also know that my son is young now and sleeps more and wakes up less. When he wakes up, these monks will chant Buddhist scriptures to help my son become wise. Of course, my son has a bad temper now."
As she said this, she smiled to herself.
"From now on, these Thousand Machine Beans will be kept by my people. I will leave a few magical weapons to ensure the safety of these Thousand Machine Beans. What you have to do is to wait until the Thousand Machine Beans are damaged. , send a new batch in."
This is equivalent to working in a factory, and the factory provides food and accommodation. After this group of people are injured and unable to work, Yang Zhao will be like a shady intermediary, introducing more people to the factory.
"Senior, these monks have mortal bodies, and their bodies still need to eat and sleep to undergo the cycle of grain reincarnation. You..."
The beautiful woman in black also understood the rest of the words.
"Let's do this. These mobile beans will only be summoned when my son wakes up. They can just go back when he falls asleep."
Yang Zhao discussed the situation with the monks.
Obviously, after seeing the image displayed in this space where they just chanted sutras, these people all wanted to stay here, and no one raised any objections at all.
This is a great opportunity, not only for Yang Zhao but also for the two hundred monks.
"Senior, they agreed. It's easier for me to say that I will come here often to visit. If there are fewer monks, I will add them at any time."
The beautiful woman in black finally smiled. She waved her hand, and the young man next to her who had brought Yang Zhao in came over.
"What is your command, Lord?"
"My delay in the lake for one more day has aroused the dissatisfaction of the old Fuxian. I can't keep it today. You will be in charge of these pulling machines from now on."
The beautiful woman in black raised her hand with one hand, and two small bells appeared on her hand.
"I will leave you a pair of weaving bells to protect the safety of these machine beans. Be careful not to let them be eaten by my son. This will save you trouble."
The young man took the bell and held it in both hands.
"My lord, please rest assured. I will definitely handle this matter well and live up to my lord's trust. However, my cultivation is shallow and this is of no use to a small bell."
The beautiful woman in black put down her hand and poured a cup of tea.
"Don't worry, you don't need your spiritual power. Just shake it and it will protect you by itself. You have to work hard. In five years, these bells will be rewarded to you."
"Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Lord."
