"Someone is here to discuss Zen?"
"Which temple are you from? He didn't seem to have made an appointment and suddenly came to talk about Zen.”
"I'm afraid he wants to use our Shaolin Temple as a stepping stone..."
The monks discussed.
Zen was actually a debate in Buddhism.
Two monks with profound Buddhist teachings were explaining their views to each other.
The one who could convince the other party and make the other party convinced was the winner.
If they were from the same temple, discussing Zen could improve the Buddhist Dharma, which was very beneficial.
If they were not from the same sect, then the other party coming to discuss zen was quite a bit of a challenge.
The losing side meant that the Buddhist Dharma was inferior to the other party.
It would affect the temple's reputation.
Especially now, there were reporters filming and live broadcasting.
If they lost, the reputation of Mount Song Shaolin Temple would be damaged if the netizens spread the news.
The flow of tourists in the future would also be affected.
"Abbot, let me send him back.”
The disciple who was about to start boxing.
He clasped his hands together and bowed.
"No, I often teach you that Buddhism is boundless and needs constant discussion to grow.”
"Now, there are masters from other temples coming to discuss Zen. This is a good thing, not a bad thing!”
Abbot Wu Xu shook his head and interrupted everyone's discussion. He even felt a little disappointed that iron did not meet steel.
In Shaolin Temple, many people came to work as a job to make a living.
However, there were also many people who really calmed down and studied the essence of Buddhism.
Abbot Wu Xu was one of them.
Moreover, he was no stranger to Zen. He had enjoyed it when he was young.
The most important thing was to improve one's understanding of Buddhism during the discussion.
He also wanted his disciples to understand this principle.
However, Wu Xu continued to teach.
The monks below looked serious, but their expressions were full of disdain.
It was obvious that she did not take his words to heart.
"Sigh…"
Abbot Wu Xu sighed softly.
The atmosphere of Buddhism was already corrupted.
No belief, no pursuit.
Who could abide by the rules and discipline and cultivate in seclusion?
With a trace of melancholy, Wu Xu clasped his hands together at Liu Yaoyao.
"Patron, please wait a moment. The visitor is a guest, and This Penniless Monk cannot neglect him.”
"It's fine. Abbot, you go ahead."
Liu Yaoyao's eyes lit up with excitement.
Talking about Zen sounded very high and mighty!
It was already somewhat like a martial arts competition.
If it was just filming ordinary Shaolin disciples fighting, it would definitely be boring.
The audience in the live broadcast room would probably also quit watching.
The result was just as she had expected.
Originally, the number of online viewers had already reached 100,000.
However, after realizing that it was not Wudang, but Shaolin.
The number of people online in the live broadcast room decreased visibly.
From the initial 100,000 people, it had already fallen to more than 80,000.
The appearance of this Zen discussion stopped the continuous decline in the number of online users.
Ordinary people had never come into contact with Zen.
Even though there was no immortal they were looking forward to, this new thing still caught their attention.
"Master, please enter the temple!"
Wu Xu shouted at the door.
The cameraman was also very cooperative and aimed the camera at the Shaolin Temple gate.
Clack clack...
A slight stomping sound came from afar.
The young monk outside the temple walked past the entrance of Shaolin Temple.
The moment he stepped over the threshold, the Buddhist light on his body dissipated.
The hemp clothes swayed wildly in the wind, and the snowflakes that were blown up by the wind covered his entire body.
One step, one footprint.
He walked straight ahead.
There were still 20 steps away from the crowd.
He stopped and put his hands together.
"Amitabha. This poor monk's Dharma name is Hui Kong.”
"A child?"
Liu Yaoyao took a look and was stunned.
She thought that there was another Buddhist master outside the temple.
He didn't expect that it was a young monk.
However, she did look cute.
The small monk's face had a hint of baby fat. His face was fair and red, like a porcelain doll.
It made people feel friendly and kind when they looked at it a few more times.
However, why were they wearing so little?
Liu Yaoyao touched her down jacket and felt her heart ache.
It was such a cold day, and the wind was so strong.
It must be freezing.
She quickly took off her down jacket.
However, when the cold wind blew, she could not help but shiver and shrink her neck.
"Benefactor, you should wear it. I'll give it to him. This is a winter kasaya.”
Abbot Wu Xu smiled.
Then, he strode toward the small monk and took off his kasaya.
He had a good physique, and it was obvious that he often exercised.
He was not like those stupid monks who were just waiting to die.
Therefore, even if he wore less, it was nothing to withstand the cold for a while.
Soon, an extremely thick kasaya was draped over the small monk.
The small monk's expression didn't change at all.
After a while, he put his palms together.
"Amitabha. Master, are you ready?”
"Little monk, did you get separated from your master and elders?”
Abbot Wu Xu smiled. He only treated it as a child's joke and did not take it to heart.
"Grandmaster, are you ready?”
The small monk's movements didn't change as he repeated.
"You…"
Abbot Wu Xu frowned slightly, and his expression changed slightly.
The little monk's expression was calm and emotionless.
However, his words sounded extremely serious and did not seem like he was joking.
However…did a thirteen-year-old child understand the various subtleties of Buddhism?
"Then let me ask you first, what is Buddha?”
Abbot Wu Xu suddenly spoke.
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