Master Xuanzhi and the others walked out of the Jokhang Temple. What they saw made them stop in their tracks.
People, the streets were filled with people.
This was probably the largest number of tourists in the history of Lhasa City.
"This…there are too many people." Master Xuanzhi sighed.
As an international Buddhist master, when he went out to preach Buddhism, the audience didn't even reach one-twentieth of this number.
The difference is too great. If only I could preach to so many people…Master Xuanzhi sighed.
"At this level, we won't be able to squeeze in even if we go. Let's wait at the Potala Palace.”
The Dawa Loudspeaker said as he walked towards the Potala Palace."Since Monk Wuchen came to Tibet, he will definitely go to the Potala Palace.”
"What Dawa Horn said makes sense."
With that, the six of them led the dozen or so young monks toward the Potala Palace.
When they arrived at the Potala Palace, Master Xuanzhi and the others stood on high ground with binoculars in their hands.
Looking in the direction of the crowd, he was instantly stunned.
"This…is too crazy. This is simply a sea of people.”
"I'm afraid there won't be so many people even if celebrities come.”
" It's really Master Wandering…" Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain was only halfway through his sentence when he instantly reacted. He then nodded and swallowed his saliva, not saying anything else.
The atmosphere instantly became a little awkward. Although everyone here was famous in the international Buddhist altar and was proficient in Buddhist Dharma, they were all very familiar with Buddhism.
But now, compared to Senior Monk Dustless, it was simply insignificant and not worth mentioning.
"I see it, I see it." Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain said excitedly.
"Look, the one in the monk robe on the road is Senior Monk Wuchen.”
"There are so many people behind him.”
"With the current situation, it seems that I won't be able to see this eminent monk Wu Chen for a while.”
"This row of noodles…is so imposing."
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On the highway in the city of Lhasa City.
An old monk in an old monk robe stood on the road with a nine-ringed monk staff.
There were thousands of people following behind him, and hundreds of cars lined up in a long line.
" Senior Monk Wu Chen, Senior Monk Wu Chen…"
" Senior Monk Wu Chen, Senior Monk Wu Chen…"
In the city of Lazar, there were shouts.
After a while, Xu Tian saw countless people running in his direction.
'F * ck, do they need so many people? Why does this scene feel like two armies are fighting?' Xu Tian muttered to himself as he looked at those people.
With so many people, it was simply a sea of people.
In such an occasion, it was very easy for a stampede to occur, causing personal injuries.
In serious cases, there might even be deaths.
Xu Tian was very worried.
However, when those people came, they did not push or push around.
This shocked Xu Tian.
" Hello, Senior Monk Wuchen."
"We have been waiting for dozens of days in Tibet, and you are finally here. Are you tired, senior monk?”
"You caught the van with your bare hands. What kind of martial arts is that?”
"Are those martial arts special effects? Senior Monk Wu Chen."
"When you chant and meditate, will the Buddha's light really shine?”
"Senior Monk Wuchen, do you really know Golden Bell Shield?”
"There's also the ability to walk in the air. That's Qinggong, right?”
When those people came to Xu Tian's side, they did not say that they would take a group photo as soon as they came up. Instead, they leaned close to Xu Tian.
Instead, he stood about a meter away from Xu Tian and kept asking Xu Tian if those martial arts were real or fake.
Hearing their questions, Xu Tian knew that they all wanted to learn martial arts.
" Amitabha." Xu Tian smiled and said softly," You have so many questions. Which one should I answer?"”
"Senior Monk Wuchen, we want to learn martial arts from you.”
A young man said with a smile.
In an instant, his words received the approval of almost everyone.
"Senior monk, please take us in as your disciples. We want to learn martial arts.”
Xu Tian nodded." Martial arts can't be learned overnight. I can't stay in one place to teach martial arts."”
"If you want to learn martial arts, you have to follow the old monk and walk on foot.”
As he spoke, Xu Tian took a step forward and prepared to walk forward.
The next moment, the person in front of Xu Tian actually took the initiative to make way for him.
Both sides of the road were filled with people.
Xu Tian held his nine-ringed monk staff and walked into the Lhasa City through the path.
"That's Senior Monk Wuchen. He looks very old. He should be in his seventies or eighties.”
"I didn't expect Senior Monk Wuchen to be so lively at such an old age.”
"The monk staff in Monk Wuchen's hand actually has nine rings. Could it be a nine-ringed monk staff?”
"This is the staff that Buddha gave to Master Xuanzang. I thought it was a myth. I didn't expect the nine-ringed staff to really exist.”
"Could it be that Monk Wuchen is the reincarnation of Master Xuanzang?”
"I don't think I've ever seen Senior Monk Wuchen wear a kasaya. Could it be that Senior Monk Wuchen doesn't have a kasaya?”
"How can I not have it? As an accomplished monk, how can I not have a kasaya?”
"Besides, he even has a nine-ringed monk staff. How can he not have a kasaya?”
Walking along the path, Xu Tian's clairaudient could hear the conversation in the crowd clearly.
When he heard those people say that he definitely had a kasaya.
Xu Tian's old face twitched as he muttered in his heart,""F * ck, does this old monk look like someone with a kasaya?”
Xu Tian walked along the path to the Potala Palace.
Looking up, the White House and the Red Palace formed a magnificent castle-style building.
The palace was built against the mountain, with overlapping buildings, which was extremely imposing.
Standing on top of the Potala Palace, Master Xuanzhi and the other six revealed a look of joy.
Master Xuanzhi said,"The Dawa loudspeaker is indeed accurate. The monk Wuchen came to the Potala Palace as soon as he entered Tibet."”
After saying that, Master Xuanzhi tidied up his kasaya.
Seeing this, the other five also tidied their clothes.
He waited for Senior Monk Wuchen to come up, but after waiting for a while, Senior Monk Wuchen did not come up.
At this time, they looked and found that there were fewer people below the Potala Palace.
At first glance, Senior Monk Wuchen was actually on the way to the Jokhang Temple.
"How could this be? Senior Monk Wuchen actually went to the Jokhang Temple.”
The Dawa Loudspeaker slapped his thigh in regret.""Why didn't I think that since this Senior Monk Wu Chen is an accomplished senior monk,
Then…the first thing he would do would definitely not be to visit the Potala Palace, but to pay his respects to the Buddha statue of Jue A in the Jokhang Temple.”
"Looks like we've all underestimated this Senior Monk Wu Chen.”Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain continued,"
"I think this Senior Monk Wu Chen is most likely a true senior monk.”
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