I Can’t Be a Sword God

"Eh? Little Daoist Li?"

Li Chuzheng came to the foot of Hongdu Mountain with a mighty team, and a person saw him from a distance and said hello.

Hearing the cry, Li Chu followed the sound and saw only a huge bald head.

"Master Shenmu?"

Li Chu was also surprised, he didn't expect to meet him here. But after thinking about it, as a Buddhist disciple, the Shenmu monk is much more reasonable than his appearance here...

The monk Shenmu greeted him from the audience seat over there, and said with a smile, "Why did you come to Shenluo City?"

"Come here to do something." Li Chuying said, "Are you also here to attend the Buddha Fate Meeting?"

"Yes, but there was an accident." Shenmu scratched his head and said with a smile: "Master said that I have fate, so I came to the conference. Who knew that the first round of this year would go to Shenluo City to give lectures. As soon as I put on the altar, a few bird people came to make trouble. They actually distributed leaflets and gifts to find people to listen to the scriptures elsewhere! Poaching the wall in person? I couldn’t bear it, so I fought with them unilaterally...the result of the competition Things will go to waste."

One-sided fighting...

There was a fire of complaints in Li Chu's heart, ready to stir.

"Eh?" Shenmu said halfway, then suddenly raised his head: "What do you mean by 'also'?"

"Because... I'm also here to attend the Buddha Fate Meeting." Li Chu said calmly.

"Huh?" Monk Shenmu's eyes suddenly became serious, he moved closer, and lowered his voice: "Could you be here as an undercover agent? The Taoist sect is finally going to attack the Buddhist sect? Is there a ghost inside?"

"..."

Li Chu shook his head speechlessly, "It's just that life forced me to come out to do some part-time jobs."

Monk Shenmu looked at him suspiciously, but he seemed to have something to do. He turned around and looked back, and said, "Let's not say more, I came here with my senior uncle and third senior uncle this time. Besides the predestined meeting, I will also stay in Bailong Temple for a few days by the way. I will have a long talk with you after the meeting is over."

"Okay, there is a Deyun Branch in the south of the city, you can come and find me there then."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two fellow villagers separated again.

Monk Shenmu returned to his seat in Shuangfei Temple, where the abbot of Shuangfei Temple's current generation, Zen Master Yishen, and the respected Zen Master Sankong were there. He is not afraid of his master, but of Zen master Yishen, so he dare not be as free as before.

The gathering place of the Foyuanhui is on the hillside of Hongdu, a square in front of the mountain gate of Bailong Temple. Adjacent to one side of the mountain wall is the viewing seat, where there are Buddhist practitioners from all corners of the country and some other high-ranking people.

The central square is filled with ordinary believers. As the preachers in Shenluo City return one after another, nearly 10,000 people have gradually gathered.

Some jugglers and peddlers wandered among the crowd, and it was very lively for a while.

The contestants come back and hand over their scriptures to the monks of Bailong Temple, and they are waiting here for the time being.

Li Chu looked around the crowd for a while, and found the target this time.

Ye Shuo, the second prince of the Ancient City of the Western Regions.

His appearance can be considered extremely outstanding in the crowd of mortals, coupled with his warm eyes and gentle temperament, it is easy to give people a good impression. Surrounding him were a few senior Buddhist monks chatting with him. It didn't look like they were talking to the younger generation, but rather like they were discussing friendship with each other.

In the early years, the countries of the Western Regions have always been barbaric lands in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains.

However, after thousands of years of cultural influence, many civilizations in the Western Regions can now be called prosperous. In recent years, outstanding people from the Western Regions have often entered the Central Plains, and they can also leave a strong mark on the scrolls of the Heluo Dynasty.

Ye Shuo is obviously one of them.

This Buddha's Fate Meeting may be the node for him to take off as the proud son of heaven from the Western Regions.

Unfortunately……

Li Chu touched his chin, and the easiest way to not let him get the Buddha's fate is to get it by himself.

if not.

Maybe I have to find a way to vote for him...

Um.

...

The second prince of Bulaocheng was chatting with several Heluo eminent monks when he suddenly felt a thorn in his back. As soon as he turned around, he saw a handsome young man in Tsing Yi who was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

If other people are spying like this, the prudent Ye Shuo will inevitably suspect that he has malicious intentions. But seeing this person's appearance, Ye Shuo's thoughts went astray.

He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

Can the Central Plains give birth to such a character? I have never seen or heard anything in the Western Regions.

Is it the difference of water and soil?

Or climate...temperature...light?

He didn't have time to think about it, because two other subordinates from the Western Regions waved to him in the distance. He immediately apologized to several monks and ran over there.

The eminent monks of Heluo didn't worry about it. Although Ye Shuo was young, he practiced under the seat of Aurora Bodhisattva in the Western Regions, and his seniority was frighteningly high. Seriously speaking, Zen Master Fashan is probably a generation lower than him. Moreover, he is not only of high seniority, but also has an extremely profound grasp of Buddhist principles. No matter in terms of seniority or Buddhism, they cannot be regarded as juniors.

Ye Shuo took the two men to a corner and asked, "How is it?"

"I couldn't find the appearance of the Goddess of Luoshui. My subordinates have asked around, but there are several painters who have drawn the appearance of the Goddess of Luoshui, but no matter who painted the face, the face is very blurry. It is said that it was painted that day. It's foggy."

"But the peonies in the city are invincible in winter. Obviously, only the little princess's Hundred Flowers Immortal Body can do it. Otherwise, only the land gods can have such magic power."

As the two subordinates spoke, they took out a few scrolls and handed them over.

Ye Shuo opened them one by one, and all the pictures showed similar scenes. The paintings are all scenes of flowers blooming all over the streets on the day when the Goddess of Luoshui entered the city. Different angles and different strokes, but the characters in the painting are all beautiful.

It's a pity that the face is somewhat blurred.

"What happened here is what my little sister did. I'm afraid it's almost the same."

Closing the scroll, Ye Shuo looked into the distance, in the direction of Luoshen Pavilion, and pondered for a moment.

"I just don't know what her purpose is?"

"Subordinates think, no matter what the little princess does, it must be related to the sacred object itself, and we should not be able to guess our goal." The subordinate said.

"That's true." Ye Shuo nodded, and then snorted coldly: "I don't compete with them for sacred objects, but I come here to participate in the Buddha's Fate Meeting. Brother, they may still laugh at me."

"As everyone knows, only my master knows this top secret. The method of manipulating the sacred object is hidden in the solitary Tenghe Sutra of Bailong Temple. As long as you get the Tenghe Sutra, no matter who finds the sacred object, the sacred object will eventually be destroyed. For my use. Hehe, who will be the lord of the old city at that time? "

"only……"

"My little sister has always been smart. I am not afraid of others, but I am only a little worried about her."

Hearing his words, another subordinate said in a low voice: "The second prince, why don't you act first..."

Ye Shuo immediately gave him a hard look!

That subordinate immediately knelt down hastily, and was about to beg for mercy when he heard Ye Shuo say something.

"What do you need to say? Hmph."

Turning around again, the cold light in his eyes has disappeared, returning to a warm gaze.

"This is the Buddha Fate Association. You people who have ghosts in your heart and are not cultivated enough, don't stay here forever. If any eminent monk from Bailong Temple sees through the whole thing, it will be a bad thing."

"yes!"

The two subordinates nodded again and again, turned and left.

At this time, someone was calling his name on the high platform in the distance.

It turned out that the results of the first round had already come out, and the 50 people with the most real names in the Lecture Records would be selected to participate in the next round of competition.

Ye Shuo was surprised to find that he was not the first.

Then he looked at the person standing in front of him... He understood something.

It turned out to be the boy in Tsing Yi.

hehe.

The second prince of the old city sneered in his heart.

People who listen to your lectures look at faces, but the Buddha does not look at faces. I am bound to win this fate of Buddha!

A group of fifty people stood up under the high platform, most of them were Buddhist monks. They should all be young monks in other temples, similar to the identity of Shenmu.

They are probably the best among the younger generation in their respective temples, but they are not so outstanding when it comes to the Buddhist Fate Association.

Waiting for everyone to line up, an old monk wearing a gorgeous cassock climbed onto the high platform. He is the head of the Chuan Dharma Hall in Bailong Temple, the disciple of Zen Master Fashan, and Zen Master Faqing.

"Everyone."

Zen Master Faqing's voice is like a withered pine tree, and his voice is like a bell, resounding through the entire square in an instant.

"First of all, congratulations on your success in the first round of lectures. The next round will be the second round of the Buddha's Fate Association. This round is the same as in previous years. It will be the 'Stele Forest Listening'."

Although it is already a classic session, Zen Master Faqing still explained it for the sake of new audiences in the crowd.

"In my Bailong Temple, there is a 'forest of ancestral steles'."

He raised his finger and pointed to a direction surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds among the high mountains.

"In the forest of ancestral steles, there are twelve most primitive ancient scripture inscriptions when Buddhism came to the west. There are also the essentials of the scriptures inscribed by the ancestors of the past generations when they were suddenly enlightened. So far, there are 62 inscriptions in total."

"To this day, the secret scriptures can still be used to awaken the remnants of the scriptures, and people can hear the sound of chanting the scriptures in those years. Ordinary people can't hear the scriptures that carry the remembrance of the patriarch."

"And the content of this competition is very simple. You are required to enter the forest of ancestral steles and endure the sound of chanting sutras. The person who can persist the longest will win."

"It should be noted that the power of the remembrance of the scriptures can be divided. So when fifty of you bear it together, it may not be too strong, but you can't take it lightly. As more people can't bear it, then The power of scripture remembrance will also continue to upgrade."

"This time, the test is your comprehension, heart, divinity...the combination of many aspects is a crucial quality for cultivating Buddha."

"It is not only a challenge for you, but also a great opportunity."

It is not necessary for him to say this, but it is impossible for a serious Buddhist disciple... or an amateur Buddhist fan to know how precious the scriptures left by the ancestors of Bailong Temple are.

Being able to hear such chanting, even if you can't understand it, as long as you write down a little bit, it is enough wealth for life.

Those Buddhist disciples all blushed with excitement.

Li Chu, who was standing in the front, just blinked.

Is it just listening to scriptures?

That difficulty should be fine.

...

On the viewing seats, the location of Shuangfei Temple.

Zen Master Yishen, who was highly respected in Hangzhou, only got a middle seat here.

He glanced at the Shenmu monk next to him with a faint smile.

"How? You can't control your temper. Don't you feel very envious when you see someone listening to the scriptures of the ancestors?"

Monk Shenmu didn't hide it, curled his lips, "What is there to envy, envying them to compete for second place?"

"Oh?" Zen Master Yishen raised his eyebrows: "Can you guess who is number one?"

Monk Shenmu pointed to the figure in front.

"Master abbot, look, that is Li Chu whom I mentioned to my master." Monk Shenmu chuckled, "He can't lose in anything compared to others."

"Is that young man with a profound and unpredictable cultivation level? Your master also mentioned it to me..." Zen Master Yishen pondered for a while, "But I remember that he is not a Taoist priest?"

"Hi." Monk Shenmu touched his bald head and guessed: "I reckon that he may have received money to do the task, based on what I know about him... don't talk about participating in a Buddhist meeting, as long as the money is in place, he It's not that you can't shave."

...

The highest peak on Mount Hongdu.

The handsome young monk in a loose monk's robe stood up again, standing in front of the cliff, looking at the distant sky, with a gesture of compassion.

The old monk stood behind him respectfully.

"This time, the Buddha's Fate Meeting, is it okay?"

After a long time, the little monk asked aloud.

"Oh." The old monk sighed, thinking that this scene seemed familiar, and then replied: "People's hearts are not ancient, the world is cold, a temporary Huadu Conference...sucked away all the popularity..."

The little monk said again: "Our Buddha's fate, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will become less and less important, so how will the Buddha's Word Hall in Yunfu Temple be better and better? Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it." The old monk nodded hurriedly.

"The results of it?"

"The people of Shenluo City..." The old monk replied, "It's not serious."

"Heh." The little monk smiled, "You just reflected on this?"

"The disciple is dull." The old monk nodded repeatedly.

"You are stupid, and I am also stupid. Who in the world is not stupid?" The little monk seemed to have a feeling, and sighed. It's just that his voice is too immature, and it doesn't sound vicissitudes, but rather cute.

"I don't know if there will be an unsurpassed thunder sound at this Buddhist Fate Meeting."

"The Supreme Thunder Sound has not appeared for nearly twenty years." The old monk said: "As for the picture of the heavenly kingdom, it has to be traced back hundreds of years ago."

"Bailong Temple...haven't lost yet." The little monk looked up at the sky, "I haven't lost yet either."

"I have been reincarnated nine times, and each life is less than twenty years. I have made sufficient preparations for this fairy fate, and there is no way I will lose."

The old monk kept silent.

He knows that some topics are not something he can get involved in.

Perhaps his cultivation is already among the top in this world, but there are still some things that he is not even qualified to speak.

...

Hum——

As Zen Master Faqing forged a series of complicated seal formulas, a vision opened in the forest of ancestral steles.

The scriptures of many generations.

The contestants who sat cross-legged in this ancient forest of steles suddenly heard the mysterious chanting sound in their ears. Traveling through endless time and space, so close yet so far away.

Close your eyes, as if you can see eminent monks with unimaginable cultivation, engraving their realms on the hard stone stroke by stroke. Since then, stones have turned into gold.

Strangely, the scriptures in the forest of steles sound like thunder. Outside the forest of steles, there was no sound.

Because, in fact, these scriptures are just some residual thoughts, and the voice they heard was directly poured into the soul.

The outside world can't perceive it at all.

Ever since the first verse was uttered, there were cold sweats on the foreheads of the contestants.

The spiritual coercion brought by this kind of scriptures... is absolutely unimaginable for ordinary people. Ordinary people would vomit and faint immediately after hearing even one syllable.

Many monks sit cross-legged, trying to stabilize themselves by relying on samadhi. But the more you close your eyes, the clearer the scriptures echo in your mind. In an instant, a phantom appeared!

"Hua Qiluo is my wife! Hua Qiluo is my wife!"

But after a while, a contestant stood up and yelled something indiscriminately.

Zen Master Faqing outside the Forest of Steles frowned, swung his sleeves, and a gust of wind lifted the man out.

"I couldn't hold on for a while, and fell into an illusion." Zen Master Faqing shook his head.

He looked around with a pair of bright eyes, most of the contestants in the forest of steles were still meditating quietly.

Only three or two started to move, gradually dancing, showing signs of being eliminated at any time.

And the contestant who was born as a Taoist priest was also among them.

Zen Master Faqing nodded in satisfaction. It's a good thing he was eliminated. The Buddhist Fate Meeting in Bailong Temple cannot be called to the end by the Taoist priests.

Li Chu was indeed frowning at this moment, looking left and right.

This level was actually more difficult than he imagined.

The difficulty lies in...

"Why can't I hear a sound?"

Li Chu looked at the frowning, gritted teeth, sweating, roaring... all kinds of expressions that seemed to be wearing masks of pain.

And I looked like the only student who didn't wear headphones in the listening test.

Can't help.

Lost in thought.

is my problem?

Or...they have a problem?

Li Chu was a little unconfident for a moment.