What were they doing? What can we do?
When eminent monk Dustless chanted scriptures and Buddha, what came out of his mouth was waves of Sanskrit.
Although Senior Monk Wu Chen was dressed simply, when his gaze fell on him, he felt that the person standing in front of him was not a human, but a Buddha.
" What can we do against such an accomplished monk…" Master Xuanzhi muttered in his heart.
" Oh…" At this time, the Dawa Loudspeaker yawned and said,""Why don't we go to the meditation room to rest?”
"Look at Senior Monk Wuchen, he's full of energy and vigor. Then look at us, dispirited and listless.”
"Our old bones can't compare to Senior Monk Wuchen. If we don't rest now, we might not be able to see the sunset today.”
The words of the Dawa Loudspeaker caused Master Xuanzhi and the others to cast fierce looks at him.
No one had ever cursed themselves to death like this.
Just as Master Xuanzhi and the others were about to go to the meditation room to rest, a group of monks dressed in Tibetan Buddhist robes walked into the Jokhang Temple.
At the same time, there were more than a dozen people dressed in strange clothes behind them.
Those people had long beards and dark skin. On a hot day, their heads were wrapped in thick yellow scarves.
Since Xu Tian had left the Jokhang Temple, the people surrounding the temple dispersed.
It wasn't crowded at all to go in and out of Jokhang Temple now.
Master, we're back."
Before they entered the main hall of the Jokhang Temple, some of the monks who had returned shouted.
Once they entered the hall, the monks were shocked.
"Master, what happened to your eyes?”
"I didn't sleep all night." The Dawa Loudspeaker closed his eyes, and the sour feeling instantly disappeared.
"Oh, oh." The monk responded and continued,""You're old. How can you not rest for a night?”
"Oh right, Master, look who's here.”
With that, the monk walked out of the hall with the Dawa megaphone.
Master Xuanzhi and the others followed him out of the hall.
When they saw the dozen or so people dressed in strange clothes and with yellow scarves wrapped around their heads, they were shocked.
All of them widened their eyes in disbelief.
"This is…the Indian Gucci Divine Monk."
The Dawa trumpet recognized the old man in the yellow turban immediately and hurried down the steps.
"It's an honor for our temple to have the Indian divine monk here.”
"Dawa Loudspeaker, you're too serious." The Indian divine monk wrapped in a yellow scarf pulled on his robe and knelt down to salute.
This was the etiquette that Indian monks used to treat Buddhists.
"Gucci Divine Monk, please rise."
"As I expected, I will definitely meet all the masters here.”"But what's wrong with you guys?" the Indian monk asked with a smile.”
The Indian monk pointed at his eye socket as he spoke.
At this moment, a voice came from the side. Junior Brother, where's Senior Monk Wuchen?"
The monk from Jokhang Temple who had just returned from outside was asking the young monk who had been in Jokhang Temple.
"Senior Monk Wu Chen just left," said the young monk.”
This was heard by the Indian monk.
Before the Dawa Loudspeaker could answer him, the Indian monk's eyes lit up and he praised,"
"I didn't expect that I would still be late. I didn't make it in time to study the Buddhist Dharma with all the masters.”
"I didn't expect that all the masters would stay up all night with Senior Monk Wuchen to study Buddhism.”
"As expected of the Buddhist master of the Dragon Country. His pursuit of the Buddhist Dharma has reached such a level. He's really a role model for me.”
Hearing the Indian monk's exaggeration, Master Xuanzhi and the others blushed and felt a little embarrassed.
He had clearly been on the road all night without a chance to sleep, so how did he become an all-nighter studying Buddhist Dharma?
However, since the other party was so proud of him, why didn't he want this kind of face?
Therefore, Master Xuanzhi put his palms together and bowed.""The Gucci Divine Monk is too serious."
However, the Indian monk in front of him was a top figure in the international Buddhist altar.
Even for masters like them, it was impossible for them to see it whenever they wanted to.
Even if he wanted to see the Gucci Divine Monk, he had to pay a visit, unless…General... Otherwise, he would not have left the temple.
But now, not only did he leave the temple, but he also went abroad.
When he came here and heard about Senior Monk Dustless, his eyes lit up.
It could be seen that he came to the Dragon Country this time for Senior Monk Dustless.
Thinking of this, Master Xuanzhi confirmed,""The Gucci Divine Monk is in the mood to come to my Dragon Country for a vacation.”
Upon hearing this, the Indian Gucci Divine Monk smiled and said,""To tell you the truth, I came to the Dragon Country for two purposes.”
"The main purpose is to visit Monk Wuchen and ask him to learn Buddhist scriptures.”
"The second purpose is to hold a Buddhist Dharma seminar in the holy land of Tibetan Buddhism, the Potala Palace.”
Upon hearing this, Master Xuanzhi and the others looked at each other.
own. states... He didn't even have a Dharma seminar at home. states... The monk actually came to him. states... The family preaches Buddhism.
Instantly, all sorts of emotions welled up in his heart.
At this moment, the Dawa Loudspeaker said with a smile,"
"It is our honor to be able to preach Buddhism in the Potala Palace."
"However, I will preach Buddhism at the Potala Palace every once in a while. You came at the wrong time, just in time for This Penniless Monk to preach Buddhism.”
"This time, I'm afraid the Gucci Divine Monk won't be able to preach Buddhism in the Potala Palace.”
Hearing the words of the Dawa Loudspeaker.
Master Xuanzhi's lips curled up slightly as he praised in his heart,""Dawa Horn, good job."
But the next moment, the Indian monk said,"
"Isn't that just right? We'll preach the Buddhist Dharma in the form of discussing the Buddhist Dharma. The principle is the same.”
"It just so happens to fulfill my wish to learn Mahayana Buddhism. I wonder what the masters think.”
Master Xuanzhi was stunned. He had never expected the Indian monk to be so thick-skinned.
Moreover, his words were not to preach Buddhism, but to challenge the Dragon Country's Mahayana Buddhism.
If he did not agree, then the Mahayana Buddhism would only become a hot joke.
If he agreed, it would be difficult to deal with the Indian monk who was proficient in Buddhism.
Master Xuanzhi glanced at his junior brothers, but they didn't speak.
This was reasonable. It was normal to feel guilty when facing the top figures of the international Buddhist altar.
At this moment, Master Wu Ming of Jiuhua Mountain put his palms together and said,""That's exactly what I want."
"This poor monk has always wanted to ask the Gucci Divine Monk for advice on Buddhism, but I never had the chance. I thought it would be a regret, but now it's fine.”
"Alright, how long does the Dawa trumpet preach Buddhism?”The Indian monk asked the Dawa megaphone.
The Dawa Loudspeaker was not confident either, so he deliberately said a little longer,"There are still seven days."
"Okay, then seven days later, we will hold a Buddhist exchange meeting at the Potala Palace.”
With that said, the Indian monk walked into the main hall of the Jokhang Temple and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue of Jue A. He kowtowed three times sincerely.
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