disguised holy monk

"Uncle Kongying!" The monks in Luoxia Temple didn't expect to disturb Kongying, and they looked worried for a while.

Contrasted with the other party's gorgeous attire, Xuan Qing secretly glanced at his simple monk's clothes, no wonder the monks in Luoxia Temple looked at them and sneered.

Kongying was dressed in cassock and came slowly, followed by a young monk. He glanced at the few people with their heads down, and said indifferently: "The hospitality is not good, and they fight in private...Everyone has copied it ten times. After reading the "Prajna Heart Sutra", I went to the Discipline Academy to receive my punishment."

The complexions of the few people changed, and it was fine to copy the Buddhist scriptures. They went to the Discipline Academy, and they couldn't get out without dozens of boards one by one.

It's just that Kongying's cold expression has no place to turn around, making them speechless.

Xuan Qing saw it, but felt that Kong Ying didn't seem to be popular.

After punishing them, Kongying looked at Xuanqing, his cold face probably didn't show much expression, at this moment there was a bit of pure scrutiny in his expression, and his voice was cold, "Are you Xuanqing?"

Kongying became famous at a young age, his temperament lacked a bit of peace, and the aloofness in his brows almost made him surpass all monks.Xuan Qing's reputation is outstanding, and the two will inevitably be compared.In all these years of conferences on classics, he had never met an opponent until he heard someone mention Xuan Qing.

Xuanqing slightly bent his lips, clasped his palms together and said respectfully: "Xuanqing met Senior Brother Kongying at Xiaqingchan Temple."

How old is Kongying? It's not an exaggeration to call him "senior brother".

Kong Ying saluted ten times, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes were covered with a thin layer of broken ice, "Junior Brother Xuanqing, I will ask someone to change your residence for you, take a good rest today, and ask for advice at the conference."

Probably because of encountering the same kind with the same Buddha nature, Kong Ying could naturally feel that Xuan Qing's whole person was like exuding Buddha's light, and it was inevitable that he was curious and competitive for a while.

Xuan Qing faintly sensed his hidden competitive spirit, but it didn't show on his face, and the slight smile leaked from the corners of his eyes and brows was like wind and rain, "Please brother, please give me some advice."

……

With Kongying's order, the people below moved quickly.They changed a room with good lighting and transparency, and a new vegetarian meal was delivered.

In the house, Xuan Yuan has just finished educating Wu Xin, and Xuan Qing is applying medicine to Wu Xin.

Seeing the bruises on his back, he sighed, and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have to protect the porridge?"

He almost directly asked him to beat up those people like Wuxin.

Wuku's dark eyes looked at him seriously, "Master said not to cause trouble, not to mention, the porridge is for Master."

Xuanqing really wanted to say, but in fact, there is no need to be so obedient...

Wu Xin scratched her head embarrassingly while listening, and said in a low voice: "Master, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Xuan Qing shook his head, and comforted him: "I don't blame you, it's rare to have a pure heart."

Hearing the words, Wu Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and was a little moved in his heart.

Xuanqing really felt that Wuxin had done nothing wrong.Sometimes, there are some words that he is inconvenient to say, but Wuxin can.He is young and hot-blooded, and his status is not high. If he is impulsive, he will not let Qingchan Temple's reputation fall into disrepute.

The experience of these two days made him more and more sure that Luoxia Temple wanted to suppress them.If it were ordinary monks, they would have started to make trouble at this time, and they might even lead the crowd to leave in a fit of anger.

But this will only damage the reputation of Qingchan Temple.

Just like the news about celebrities playing big names, the public doesn't care what the truth is. What they talk about is the fact that Xuanqing led people to make trouble in the temple and left in anger.

And if he was a holy monk with a truly noble character, he would naturally not spread all kinds of bad things about Luoxia Temple; but if he said it, it would destroy the image of a holy monk he himself created.At that time, Luoxia Temple only needed to use those young monks as an excuse to punish them for their ignorance.

Xuan Qing secretly lowered his eyes and smiled slightly. His professionalism as a holy monk is of course that even if he is hurt by the enemy, he must use love to influence the other party.

But he is a fake saint monk.

……

On the other side, Kong Ying went to see Kong Jian, the abbot of Luoxia Temple.

Kongjian and Kongying are from the same school but have different teachers. Kongjian joined the old abbot's school halfway, but he was very popular. After the old abbot passed away, he became the abbot logically.He was only in his 30s, with calm eyes, and he was considered extremely young among the Buddhist abbots.

Kong Ying, however, practiced with Master Huici in Beiguo Temple since he was a child, and he devoted himself to studying the tens of thousands of volumes of Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.This time, after Kong Jian took over as abbot, he was brought back.

"Brother Abbot, the matter that the monks of Qingchan Temple were treated poorly in this temple..." Kongying originally wanted to explain the situation in the daytime to him, but just mentioned a word, Kongying interrupted him.

"I see." Kong Jian was wearing a brown monk's robe and a red cassock, with his eyes closed, twisting a Buddhist bead, and his demeanor was as steady as a rock.

Kong Ying frowned upon hearing this, and said unconsciously, "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Kong Jian slowly opened his eyes, but actually murmured with some melancholy, "I just want to know how to talk about Buddhism when I have resentment in my heart."

He didn't meet them, and even arranged the worst room and fast meal... thinking that if he could provoke them, he would leave here, or attend the seminar with resentment... Unfortunately...

"What?" Kong Ying didn't hear clearly, and slightly twisted his cold brows.

Kongjian paused, then smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that there is indeed a remarkable person in Qingchan Temple."

Kong Ying nodded, not knowing what he was thinking of, and said in a daze: "Seeing him today, he is indeed as the rumors say, calm and pure."

Seeing him in a daze, Kong sighed slightly, "Junior Brother, Luoxia Temple cannot lose in the conference on scriptures."

Kong Ying came back to his senses, his brows were slightly cold, "I won't lose."

"That's good." Kong Jian smiled and relaxed a little, and said slowly, "Tomorrow's discussion of the scriptures, it is very likely that only you and Xuanqing will be left at the end. There will be three questions at that time. The first question will be decided by lottery. You two each have a question..."

Kong Ying interrupted him, and his cold and arrogant eyebrows became a little sharper, "I don't need to use any means, I won't lose."

Kong Ying saluted and turned to leave, the corners of the monk's robes showed a cold arc in the air.

Kong Jian's eyebrows were heavy, and he tightly squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand. After so many years, he finally made Luoxia Temple faintly tend to become the head of all the temples in the south.

But Qingchan Temple is becoming more and more powerful, and there are people like Xuanqing.Luoxia Temple has come step by step to today, and no mistakes can be tolerated.So the slightest threat must be killed in advance.

……

The next day, the sky was clear and cloudless.

The square where Luoxia Temple usually lectures and holds Dharma meetings is already full of people.

"I heard that there is Master Xuanqing from Qingchan Temple today!"

"Really? That's great! I was thinking about the day when Qingchan Temple would offer incense, but I wonder if I will have a chance to talk to Master Xuanqing today..."

"Master Kongying and Master Xuanqing are both here! I'm consummated!"...

The loud and intense voices were drowned out in the crowd.

Kongjian sat on the sidelines with the group of elders of Luoxia Temple, surrounded by dignified guests and disciples of the temple, Beixuan was among them, and he was placed in the position with the best view.

On the high platform in the center of the arena, there are outstanding monks sent by various temples as representatives of the scriptures, sitting on the lotus platform.

However, there is a lotus platform that is empty.

The conference on scriptures was about to begin, but no one showed up at Qingchan Temple for a long time.

The group of elders had sent young monks to look for them, but there was no one in the house.

Time passed by minute by minute.

After negotiating with the elders, Kong Jian had no choice but to announce, "Amitabha, according to the usual practice, if the monks and friends of the Qingchan Temple have not arrived after the bell has rung three times, it will be considered a forfeit, and his round seat will be removed. gone."

There was a commotion in the crowd——

"What? The people from Qingchan Temple didn't come?"

"What's going on? Can't I see Master Xuanqing?"...

But the incense is lingering, and the bell is already ringing.

bang——

Kong Ying on the high seat frowned.

bang——

Beixuan clenched his folding fan tightly and pursed his thin lips.

bang——

Kong Jian secretly loosened his hand holding the Buddhist beads.

After three bells rang, Xuan Qing's round seat was carried down.

At this time, the crowd became more agitated.

Kong Jian took a step forward, and said, "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient, the conference on classics is about to begin..."

But the crowd was clamoring—

"What the hell happened?"

"Where is Master Xuanqing? We want an explanation!"...

When the crowd was furious, whoever saw the white-clothed monk approaching not far away shouted hurriedly, "Xuanqing is here!"

His voice was broken, and he successfully drew everyone's attention to one side.

Xuan Qing looked pale and seemed to be a little unwell, but this did not affect his clear demeanor.

The loose white monk robe was lifted by the wind, and he smiled while twisting the Buddhist beads, his bright eyes seemed to be full of stars, as if the mysteries of thousands of volumes of Buddhist scriptures were contained in a little red on his forehead.

"Amitabha, Xuanqing is late."

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