Shaolin Temple in the world of the Demi-Gods and Semi-Demons.
"Abbot, senior brothers, junior brothers, have you decided what we should wear?" Master Xuan Nan, the first seat of Dharma Hall, asked anxiously.
It had been half an incense stick of time since the Wanjie Lou announcement, and they still had not decided what they should wear.
"Junior brother, don't be anxious. Can't you see that the abbot is designing?" Master Xuan Kong, the first seat of Arhat Hall, looked anxious, and sweat broke out on his forehead, but he did not rush Abbot Xuan Ci.
Was it easy for Shaolin Temple?
It was the first time they participated in an auction to exchange for a manual. If the abbot had not run away quickly, they might not even have been able to get a single effective manual from Shaolin Temple.
When he formed the Shaolin Temple team, Master Xuan Kong's face twitched when he thought of the number 38.
Some Shaolin Temple did not use the name Shaolin Temple, which meant that there were nearly fifty Shaolin Temple.
The auction this time looked even grander. He saw many strange creatures entering and exiting Wanjie Lou to trade for treasures.
Those strange-looking creatures were probably the legendary monsters.
He heard that it took a hundred years for monsters to cultivate their bodies. How many treasures could they gather in a hundred years?
They did not know how many treasures they would bring out, and how many Shaolin Temple would participate in such a grand auction?
Sixty? Eighty? Or a hundred?
All of them had a bald head and wore light yellow monk robes. To maintain the image of an eminent monk, they had to look stern and serious.
If they did not look carefully, they might not even notice the difference in their bald heads.
Master Xuan Kong was very worried that if they mixed into the crowd of monks, they might not be able to follow the group.
"Alright, in the eighth volume of Savadharva, it says that we cannot use the five colors of yellow, red, green, or black. We also cannot use pure colors such as yellow, blue, yellow, yellow, purple, indigo, or any other green. We will choose light red, and we will design a golden ring on the back of the monk robes that emits a faint golden light," Abbot Xuan Ci said regretfully. "If we had time, we could have carved Buddha's portrait on our backs, and we would not have to worry about wearing the same clothes as others."
"Alright, let's get moving." Abbot Xuan Ci and the others quickly circulated their vital energy. The needles and thread in their hands flew, and soon, a light red monk robe was ready.
Behind the monk's robes, there was a faint golden halo.
"Call Uncle Master, let's go," Abbot Xuan Ci said. This was the respectful title given to the sweeping monk after the four of them unanimously agreed.
When the sweeping monk did not refuse, they tacitly agreed.
"Amitabha." The sweeping monk had already appeared in front of the four.
Looking at the string of black jade-colored Buddhist beads hanging around the neck of the sweeping monk, it looked ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one would discover that it was different. It was clearly carved out of a type of precious jade, a true treasure of the Buddhist school.
"Is this the luxury of being low-key?" Abbot Xuan Ci and the others stared blankly at the benevolent-looking monk and thought to themselves, "We still have a long way to go."
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"Is my dragon robe not done yet?" Zhao Ji of Song Huizong glared at the tailor below. He said that he was the best tailor in the whole of Tokyo, but after three days, he did not even design a satisfactory dragon robe.
"Your Majesty, this Hundred Dragons Vying Robe looks mighty and domineering, and every dragon is vivid, which is very suitable for your identity," Gao Qiu said cautiously.
Gao Qiu's flattery had to be said to be superb. Every time Zhao Ji of Song Huizong wanted to kill him in anger, he easily resolved it.
Although his family property and power had been confiscated by the emperor, his relationship with the emperor was still so close that no one in Tokyo dared to look down on him.
"The Hundred Dragons Vying Robe and the Thousand Dragons Vying Robe are useless. I'm talking about novelty. Novelty, understand?"
"It means new ideas, new creativity, different designs, and extraordinary clothes. Who stipulated that the emperor must wear a robe with dragons? Can't you change it?" Song Huizong said angrily.
"Do you know? I have to meet dozens of emperors in a minute, and many of them are from the Great Song Empire. I want a new and domineering robe, understand? "Zhao Ji of Song Huizong shouted.
"How about this red robe?" Gao Qiu didn't seem to feel Zhao Ji's anger, and took out a red robe.
"Don't make red or green clothes for me in the future, understand?" Zhao Ji of Song Huizong ordered.
The tailor who was kneeling on the ground nodded repeatedly.
"Your Majesty, this Nine Sun Shining Jade Robe is the last one." Gao Qiu took out the last robe that was made of white jade and surrounded by nine suns, which was shining with golden light.
"Fine, this is the last one. If I wear the same clothes as others, you can all get out of here," Zhao Ji of Song Huizong said.
The tailor kowtowed again and again, thanking Zhao Ji. He was lucky that he didn't get beheaded.
*****
In the Myriad World Mall.
Yan Chixia looked at the monks passing by. There were light red, light blue, light purple, light cyan …
There were almost every color, but the color was a little darker. There were even some strange designs on the monk's robes.
"These monks are so fancy." Yan Chixia admired the abbot of Shanyun Temple whom he had just known for a short time. Although there were many incense offerings, the monk's robes were still traditional.
Yan Chixia didn't know whether these monks still believed in Buddhism or not.
Shanyun Temple was about 20 miles away from Lanruo Temple. It wasn't far from Lanruo Temple, but there was a huge difference in the number of incense offerings between the two temples.
Lanruo Temple was empty, and it was a place that people feared.
In the past, Lanruo Temple was a big temple with a radius of a hundred miles.
However, since there was a rumor that it was haunted, the monks of Lanruo Temple either died or escaped. The last small group of monks all moved away from Lanruo Temple and reopened Shanyun Temple.
"What a coincidence, Abbot Lingyuanfang. Why are you here alone? Isn't there anyone else in the temple with you?" Yan Chixia was a little happy. Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao would come.
"Nothing. My two younger brothers are wandering around," Abbot Lingyuanfang said insincerely.
"Abbot, where have you been? It took us a while to find you. There are so many monks here. Look, you've been lost. "Just as Abbot Lingyuanfang finished speaking, two monks in light yellow clothes ran out of the crowd.
"…" Monk Lingyuanfang was speechless.
"Hurry up. I heard that Bodhidharma is here too. He's in the east." Someone in the crowd roared. A large group of bald monks dressed in light yellow robes charged out from the crowd.
"Abbot, where are you?"
"Younger brother, are you there?"
"Abbot, older brother, where are you?"
"Older brother, I can't find you."
… …
Among the crowd of monks, with Yan Chixia's cultivation, he was naturally able to find the positions of the three.
The three of them were surrounded by a group of monks in light yellow clothes, and they couldn't help but walk forward.
If it wasn't for their auras, Yan Chixia discovered that he soon couldn't find the three. He only felt that in front of him, there was a large group of yellow figures with bright heads flashing.
Yan Chixia, "…"
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