After listening to Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain.
Dawa Loudspeaker immediately ran down the stairs and said,""Zhuoma Horn, hurry, hurry back to the Jokhang Temple.”
Hearing this, Zhuo Ma Horn quickly went down the stairs and chased after Dawa Horn.
The masters of Wutai Mountain and Jiuhua Mountain also hurried down.
Although there were fewer people in the Potala Palace, it was still very crowded.
It was not easy for them to squeeze into the street, but there were too many people and they were stuck in the crowd.
It was difficult for him to move an inch.
The Dawa Loudspeaker was filled with regret.
At this moment, Xu Tian arrived at the Jokhang Temple through a small path created by the people who had come to admire him.
A young monk wearing a purple-red monk's dress came forward to welcome Xu Tian happily.
Seeing Xu Tian, the small monk muttered in his heart,"" Is this Senior Monk Wuchen?"
"He's skinny. Although he looks older than the host, he looks much better than the host.”
"Even though he's skinny, I can feel a dense Buddhist aura from him. This is an aura that Master Xuanzhi and the others don't have.”
"As expected of an accomplished monk."
The small monk's face was full of smiles as he warmly welcomed them. Senior Monk Wuchen, please come in."
Hearing this, Xu Tian nodded in response.""Yes, please."
This Tibetan Buddhism is indeed very different from Mahayana Buddhism. The most obvious thing is the monk's robe…Xu Tian muttered to himself as he inquired about the clothes of the young monk who led the way.
When they arrived at the main hall, there was a Buddha statue on the lotus platform that was extremely eye-catching. This Buddha statue was the appearance of Sakyamuni when he was eight years old.
This Buddha statue had existed since the Tang Dynasty and had been around for thousands of years.
The ancient aura made people feel even more respectful.
"Senior Monk Wuchen."
Xu Tian stood in front of the Buddha statue of Jue 'a. The young monk of the Jokhang Temple handed Xu Tian an incense stick.
After Xu Tian offered the incense, he put his palms together and prayed devoutly."Amitabha."
"Senior Monk Wuchen, you can rest in the backyard. The abbot has gone out and will be back in a while.”The young monk of the Jokhang Temple hurriedly said after seeing Xu Tianshang kowtow.
Xu Tian used his Clairvoyance to see that the outside of the Jokhang Temple was filled with people.
If they went out now, it would only cause a traffic jam.
It was better to rest at the Jokhang Temple. It would allow those people to disperse and not hinder the traffic.
"No need," Xu Tian said,"I'm fine here."”
After saying that, Xu Tian sat on the futon and chanted scriptures.
He casually recited the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra, forming bursts of Sanskrit.
The entire Jokhang Temple was bathed in Sanskrit music. When the people in the Jokhang Temple heard the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra, they instantly knelt down and sincerely listened to the Buddhist scriptures.
"Why am I not coughing after listening to this Buddhist scripture?”
"I'm usually more prone to asthma, so I always feel that it's difficult to breathe. Now, it's so smooth. I didn't know that breathing freely is so good.”
"I went hiking a few days ago, and my back hurt. Now, it's all gone.”
"All of you have recovered. This won't do. I'll definitely go back and check for sinusies.”
"I'll check for stomach problems."
Outside the Jokhang Temple, countless voices of joy could be heard.
This time, they listened to the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra even more attentively. No one spoke in the Jokhang Temple.
Xu Tian's Buddhist voice was melodious and melodious as it floated into the air.
Not far from the Jokhang Temple, the Sanskrit sound could also be heard, but it was softer.
"Where did this voice come from? It sounds so comfortable.”
"This must be the Buddhist music played in the Jokhang Temple.”
"No, it's definitely not music. It's a human recitation. Could it be the eminent monk Wuchen?”
"Why do my legs have the urge to kneel when I hear this Sanskrit?”
"Me too."
"Senior Monk Wuchen is indeed an accomplished senior monk. His chanting voice is so shocking and amiable.”
After a while, everyone around the Jokhang Temple knelt down.
The only person who was willing to kneel and worship piously just by hearing his voice was probably Senior Monk Wuchen.
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In the street below the Potala Palace, six old monks were squeezed out.
Master Xuanzhi looked at the congested street and muttered,""There's no turning back in this situation."
"There's no other way. We can only wait for these people to disperse before we can go back.”
"Why don't we go to the Potala Palace? At least it won't be so crowded.”
"Let's go."
Then, Master Xuanzhi and the other six returned to the Potala Palace.
Here, the six of them sat cross-legged and looked in the direction of the Jokhang Temple through binoculars.
"What did you see?" Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain put down his binoculars and looked at the other five people solemnly.
Master Xuanzhi and the others all looked solemn.
Then, the six of them said in unison,""I saw the people around the Jokhang Temple kneeling on the ground.”
"I didn't expect that the appearance of this eminent monk Wu Chen could actually make so many people kneel on the ground.”
"And these people are surprisingly orderly. They don't push around randomly at all, as if someone is commanding them.”
"It can be seen how powerful the prestige and intimidation of this Senior Monk Wuchen is.”
Just as the six of them were in shock, Dawa's phone rang.
He took it out and saw that it was a video call from his disciple.
As soon as the video call connected, the Dawa Loudspeaker saw the look of admiration on his disciple's face.
She felt a little uncomfortable.
"Master, when are you coming back? Senior Monk Wu Chen was reciting scriptures and meditating in the main hall.”
As he spoke, the disciple of the Dawa Loudspeaker turned on the rear camera and aimed it at Xu Tian anxiously.
In the video, an old monk was wearing an old green-brown monk robe. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open as he recited the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra.
Upon hearing the Buddhist scriptures, Master Xuanzhi was shocked and shouted anxiously,""This…is actually the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra. Isn't this Buddhist scripture a remnant?”
"Listening to the content, he understood that it might not be a fragment but the entire 'Great Compassion Dharani Sutra'.”
"Look, the staff beside him has nine rings.”
"That is…the nine-ringed monk staff." Master Xuanzhi couldn't stay calm anymore. He grabbed the phone and looked at the nine-ringed staff in disbelief.
"The Nine-ringed Buddhist Staff was given to Master Xuanzang by the Buddha. Wasn't it lost? Why is it in his hands?"
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