Chapter 648

"Disciple Qilü pays his respects to Grand Master!"

"Hahahahaha …" Huiying Monk laughed out loud after Qilü paid his respects. At that moment, he was like a completely different person from his previous rigid self.

At this moment, the young novice monk was inexplicably shocked. He was an orphan adopted by the Green Dragon Temple since he was young. Ever since he could remember, he had never seen Ancestral Master Hui Ying being so … so "unrestrained". One must know that Ancestral Master Hui Ying had always been the most serious and serious person among the many Ancestral Masters. Every word and action was extremely strict and strict.

However, the young novice monk was clear that the monk he had brought in was not here to beg for alms. He could only stick out his tongue and leave.

"How is it, Junior Brothers? My lineage is still the most outstanding, right?"

Monk Hui Ying was very happy, from the bottom of his heart. Fifteen minutes ago, Honoured Master Hui Guo Monk had a chat with all the Dharma heirs disciples. Everyone had just made a promise, which was that after he passed away, he would instruct each disciple to link up their own relics and pass it down from generation to generation (Of course, this was not referring to children, but disciples). He also instructed the future disciples that if there were people who had profound knowledge of Buddhism, they could come to the vicinity of Qing Long Temple, hold the relics of past generations and recite the scriptures, then they would naturally be 'guided' in.

After everyone came to an agreement, the master led the heirs to set up a welcoming formation. After a short while, someone came, and there was only one person. As for whether there would be a second or third person in the future, that was impossible. That was because all the disciples of the later generations who were qualified to come would all appear here at the same time, regardless of which era they were in.

But now, there was only Qilü. Moreover, Qilü held the prayer beads and the largest relic belonged to Huiying Monk. Naturally, Huiying Monk won.

This method was nothing more than a game played by Master Hui Guo and his disciples. In short, this game was equivalent to everyone being able to confirm whether a time machine would appear in the future.

You only needed to write down the current year, month, and day on a piece of paper and pass it on to your son as a family heirloom. Then, you would instruct your son to pass it on to his grandson. According to the saying of Foolish Old Man, "Descendants are infinite." Instruct your descendants that if time machines became as common as television in the future, they should come to the time recorded on the piece of paper to meet their ancestor.

If there really was a time machine in the future, putting aside the unexpected conditions such as the end of your line, or the fact that your descendants were unfilial and completely ignored your family's teachings, after you wrote this note, one of your descendants from dozens or hundreds of generations would suddenly jump out and shout, "Ancestor!"

If nothing happened after you finished writing this piece of paper, it meant that time machines would not be invented.

Perhaps Huiguo Monk was really bored, so he played this game with his disciples, and they succeeded. This also showed how heaven-defying Huiguo Monk was, and how profound the Dharma of his disciples was.

Of course, this gamble was a little big and a little mysterious. Ordinary people really couldn't afford to play it. In fact, if Qilu hadn't become an audience, even if he was an eminent monk in the secular world and was revered, he still wouldn't have come here.

However, as the direct ancestor of Qilü's lineage, Huiying Monk was very happy at this time. Indeed, monks did not have children, and their disciples were equivalent to children, or even closer than children. After all, children only inherited one's bloodline, while disciples inherited one's Dharma and spirit. Huiying Monk lost his composure because Qilü came and learned that some of his disciples and disciples could still reach this stage in the future.

At this time, the other masters could only look at Huiying Monk enviously. They did not think that this senior brother's performance was too much. If it were them, they might be even happier than this senior brother.

At this time, Huiguo Monk gently stretched out his hand and pressed down. Huiying Monk immediately stopped smiling and sat cross-legged again, returning to the dignified appearance.

"Amitabha, he is here, but don't ask what you shouldn't ask. If the secrets of heaven are revealed, there will be a great disaster."

Huiguo Monk reminded. Their game could be said to be beyond common sense. It was equivalent to pulling a person from the future into this scene in ancient times. If he asked something that he shouldn't ask, such as how many years would the Tang Dynasty have left? Who would be the next prince? This was the most direct disclosure of the secrets of heaven, and he would definitely suffer the wrath of heaven!

But if it was just an ordinary exchange, it would be fine. After all, the Dharma was infinite, and the infinite here also meant that it ignored time and space.

Qilu slowly walked up the white jade lotus platform. At this time, many of the monks present would be the future ancestors of Buddhism, and this Monk Hui Guo was even more of a legendary figure. When he was young, his Buddhist roots appeared, and he was the disciple of many eminent monks. When he was an adult, he integrated the knowledge of many families, and created his own lineage, and established his own sect.

It was a pity that when Emperor Wuzong of Tang destroyed Buddhism on a large scale, the Green Dragon Temple was burned to the ground by the military disaster. In the future, the most influential person became Monk Kong Hai, who returned to Japan and founded the Shingon Sect.

"Come, sit down and drink tea and talk about Buddhism with us. Isn't it fun?" A monk next to him said. He should also be Qilü's Martial Granduncle.

"Yes, yes, you don't have to worry about seniority. Since you can come here to meet us, your attainments in Dharma are definitely not lower than ours. The Dharma is infinite, and those who have attained it are the first. If you are entangled in seniority, won't you fall behind?" The monk who was sitting casually said to Qilü.

Qilü Monk nodded slightly, but he still did not take a seat.

At this time, Huiguo Monk quietly took a sip of tea. He saw that his disciples had invited him several times, and even Huiying Monk, the direct ancestor, had invited him, but the young monk who was brought here by his formation was still unwilling to take a seat.

"What's the matter?" Huiguo Monk asked.

If he was unwilling to take a seat, naturally, there was something.

Since their Master had asked a question, the disciples naturally did not dare to interrupt. They just quietly waited for Qilü's answer.

Of course, this question actually had another meaning. If this descendant monk who was brought here really had something to do, then things would not be so simple. This meant that this descendant monk could have come a long time ago, but he had waited until he had something to ask of them.

Although they actually did not wait because of this, because no matter when Qilü decided to come, after they finished setting up the formation, Qilü would directly appear outside the gate of the Azure Dragon Temple.

However, everyone was an eminent monk of the present age. Not to mention that their Dharma cultivation was profound, their temperament was also very tranquil. Therefore, they felt that this descendant monk was really a little … too deliberate.

This feeling was a bit of a spoiler.

If a descendant monk was brought here, it proved that the Azure Dragon Temple had a successor. This was originally an elegant and happy matter. Everyone sat down to discuss Buddhism and refer to the past and present. Wouldn't it be pleasant?

Looking at the whole world, what could be more elegant than this?

Qilu exhaled softly, put his palms together again, and saluted the grandmasters sitting in front of him, and said at the same time,

At the same time, he said, "I'm here to borrow something from the grandmasters."

"It's tacky, it's tacky." The carefree monk smiled and waved his hand. "What do you need? I'll promise you. At most, we'll find a place with few people and bury that item. Then, we'll set up a formation. After a thousand years, you'll get it yourself."

"That's right, that's right. That's great!" Another senior monk agreed.

Huiguo Monk looked at Qilü without batting an eyelid and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to borrow … the Dharmakaya cultivation of the grandmasters. I want to borrow the destiny of the Azure Dragon Temple!" Qilü directly said what he wanted.

For a moment,

The entire place was silent.

Monk Kong Hai, who was sitting at the end of the table, accidentally spilled the tea in his hand.

What was going on?

Why was the style a little different from what he had imagined … In fact, the difference was huge!

"Presumptuous!" Huiying Monk immediately pointed at Qilü and scolded, "Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors! Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors! "

Huiying Monk was Qilü's direct grandmaster. The appearance of Qilü just now had given him face in front of his fellow apprentices. However, what Qilü had just said made him wish that Qilü had not appeared at all.

What kind of face was this?

This was going to make him a laughing stock in the eyes of his fellow apprentices. At the same time, his master was also sitting here. Wouldn't it make his master think that his nature was improper? Otherwise, how could there be such a traitorous descendant who deceives the master and destroys the ancestors?

Huiguo Monk raised his head slightly. He did not seem too surprised. He simply commented, "Interesting."

Yes, very interesting.

He had played a game with his fellow apprentices. Not only did he really attract a descendant monk, this monk actually wanted to take their Dharmakaya cultivation base. At the same time, he also wanted to take the fate of the Green Dragon Temple.

This … was really a series of twists and turns.

The previously carefree eminent monk then stood up and looked at Qilü. "How arrogant. You said that you want to take our Dharmakaya cultivation base. You said that you want to take away the fate of the Green Dragon Temple. Do you really think that we Martial Uncles are a bunch of useless people?"

"Amitabha. This traitorous disciple speaks arrogantly. He has forgotten his roots and deceives the master and destroys the ancestors. Poor Monk would like to see how capable he is to take away our Dharmakaya."

"Haha, Senior Huiying, don't blame me for not giving you face. Such a traitorous disciple, it's better not to have him. Today, I will help you clean up your sect. The appearance of this person is really the shame of the Green Dragon Temple."

"Traitorous disciple! Today, Poor Monk will personally suppress you here. From the past to the present, life and soul will be separated. If the Green Dragon Temple exists, you exist. If the Green Dragon Temple fails, you die! " The Huiying Monk was obviously furious. Didn't Qilü want to take away the fate of the Green Dragon Temple? Fine, as the grandmaster, I will personally suppress Qilü here and let him live and die together with the Green Dragon Temple.

"Amitabha." In the face of the agitation of this group of grandmasters, Monk Qilu appeared to be very calm. That's right, he didn't believe in the gods and Buddhas in the sky. The matter of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors was not too much of a pressure for the black-bellied monk. He just said very calmly, "Disciple has a close friend. He has a sentence that disciple likes very much. I want to give it to the grandmasters."

Everyone was silent, waiting to hear what Qilü was going to say next.

A smile appeared on the corner of Seventh Law's mouth, and he said seriously,

"Come on, let's hurt each other …"