"Could that nine-ringed monk staff be fake?”
At this moment, Zhuo Ma, who had been silent all this while, asked.
But before he could finish his sentence, the Dawa Loudspeaker retorted,""To be able to finish reciting the incomplete 'Great Compassion Dharani Sutra' and have so many people worship it, you actually suspect that the nine-ringed monk staff is fake.”
"There's no need to doubt anymore. This Senior Monk Wu Chen is definitely an accomplished senior monk.”
The Dawa Loudspeaker looked in the direction of the Jokhang Temple with mixed feelings.
If he was at the Jokhang Temple at this moment, he would be talking about Buddhism with Monk Wuchen and then be worshipped by tens of thousands of people…
Everything was so wonderful.
But now, he could only look in the direction of the Jokhang Temple.
He was praying for the sky to darken quickly, praying for those who had come here to disperse quickly.
This way, he could return to the Jokhang Temple as soon as possible.
Only then would he be able to discuss Buddhism with Monk Wuchen.
Master Xuanzhi had been staring at the video, and the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra recited by Monk Wuchen lingered in his ears. The impetuousness in his heart actually slowly sank.
Just as he was about to continue listening, the small monk said,""Master, my phone is out of battery. I'll hang up the video call first. Come back quickly.”
After saying that, the small monk hung up the video call.
Master Xuanzhi returned the phone to the Dawa Loudspeaker and asked,""Do you have any other disciples in the Jokhang Temple?”
"What's wrong?"
"I want to listen to the 'Great Compassion Dharani Sutra'. This is the entire' Great Compassion Dharani Sutra'.”
Master Xuanzhi put his palms together and murmured,""Amitabha."
"The other disciples are not in the Jokhang Temple. They have all gone out to perform rituals.”
Master Xuanzhi's face was full of regret.
He looked down at the street below the Potala Palace. It was very congested. It was impossible to squeeze to the Jokhang Temple.
However, Master Xuanzhi couldn't find Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain.
He looked left and right. Suddenly, he saw the figure of Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain on the street below the Potala Palace.
Master Wu Ming didn't even turn his head and only focused on squeezing into the crowd.
He muttered in his heart," You guys wait up there. I won't accompany you. I'm here, Senior Monk Wu Chen."”
Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain moved relatively fast in the crowd.
This was all because he shouted as he walked,"Amitabha, Amitabha…"
When the crowd heard the old voice, many people turned around and saw an old monk in a kasaya.
It was a traditional virtue to respect the old and love the young.
When they saw the old man, everyone would move their feet and let Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain walk forward.
On top of the Potala Palace, Master Xuanzhi frowned deeply, his face full of hatred.
Looking at his eyes, he was probably cursing in his heart: He actually left without a word. Shameless old thief, shameless old thief…
In the next moment, Master Xuanzhi and the others quickly walked down the Potala Palace and squeezed into the crowd.
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Night fell.
Xu Tian opened his eyes and stood up from the cushion.
He asked the little monk beside him,"Is your host not back yet?"”
"Not yet."
Hearing this, Xu Tian nodded and muttered in his heart,""I've been waiting for an entire afternoon and he hasn't come back yet. Could it be that he's stuck in the crowd?”
Then, Xu Tian used his Clairvoyance to check the surroundings of the Jokhang Temple. He was stunned.
He saw that the people who had come because of his reputation did not leave. They were not even willing to give way to him when he ate.
"I thought they would disperse at night, but I underestimated their determination to learn martial arts and see me.”
"Forget it. Let's eat something first. I'm hungry.”
Xu Tian muttered in his heart and immediately turned to face the little monk.
"Amitabha," he saluted with one hand,"is there any vegetarian food in the temple?"”
"Yes, yes, yes…Please follow me.”
The small monk immediately led the way.
He followed the small monk to the dining hall. The small monk filled Xu Tian with white rice, tofu, and vegetables.
"Thank you."
After Xu Tian bowed, he put down his nine-ringed staff and began to eat.
……
At this moment, Dawa Loudspeaker and the others were still on the street. They were only a few streets away from the Jokhang Temple.
However, it felt like it was a hundred kilometers away.
The closer the Jokhang Temple was, the harder it was for the people here to make way.
Even the abbot of the Jokhang Temple was not useful.
Finally, Master Xuanzhi and the others caught up to Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain.
"Master Wu Ming has good eyes. He actually left without saying a word.”Master Xuanzhi mocked Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain.
Hearing this, Master Wu Ming's old face smiled. He pressed his palms together in front of his chest and said,"Amitabha. This Penniless Monk is here to clear the way for everyone.”
"Grandmaster Wu Ming is too polite." Zhuo Ma's megaphone was even more direct."How can we let Grandmaster Wu Ming open the way?”
Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain was speechless. The smile on his old face was somewhat apologetic.
………
In a park in the Lhasa City, the novice monk Mingjing was a little worried."Master went to the Jokhang Temple alone. I wonder if he has eaten yet.”
"Alright, hurry up and eat. Since Master is in the Jokhang Temple, there is no need for you to worry.”
Zhang Dewei said vaguely with a mouthful of rice in his mouth.
Before he could finish his sentence, the little monk Ming Jing started to eat vegetarian food.
"There are too many people today. We can't squeeze in at all.”
Chen Yi sat on a park bench and sighed."I didn't expect Master to be so popular.”
"I'm afraid that my friend hasn't even seen Master's shadow, Kukuku…"
Chen Yi recalled that Yao Shiyu had driven to Tibet in a hurry and said that she wanted to see what Monk Wuchen looked like.
Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this.
"Then why didn't you tell her that you were with Master?”Mingjing asked in confusion.
"Sigh, you guys don't know that my friend has been spoiled since she was young. She's the treasure of her parents. Her body definitely can't stand walking.”
"I thought that she would be able to see Master if she came to Tibet in advance, so I didn't tell her."”
" Who knew that so many people would come to see Master? Hahaha…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Yi's phone rang.
He took it out and saw that it was Yao Shiyu.
As soon as the call connected, Yao Shiyu's sobbing could be heard.
"Shiyu, what's wrong?" Chen Yi asked hurriedly.”
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