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Chapter 646 Xitian Temple
A monk said he did not believe in Buddhism.

It's like meeting a beautiful woman lying next to you and saying in a very magnetic voice that she is actually a man.

Seeing Ning Lang's surprised face, the bitter Zen monk smiled and said, "I just don't believe that there is a Buddha in the world, but I believe that people can become Buddhas."

Ning Lang was speechless.

He suddenly remembered the Ye Kongchen he had met in the human world. He had already ascended to the Immortal Realm and entered the God Realm, and his personality was as weird as this bitter Zen monk.

The Kuzen monk took the initiative to ask, "How many places have you been to?"

"It's too many to count. There are at least [-] or [-] star fields that have settled down, and there are quite a few star fields that have stayed for a while."

"That's pretty much where we've been."

Ning Lang was not surprised.

Although he did not travel as long as this Kuzen monk.

But when he was still within the range of the star map, Ning Lang could go to several star fields in a year through the space teleportation point. It was only after he got out of the range of the star map that traveling became the most time-consuming part.

The bitter Zen monk said: "But I think there is only one suitable place for you to go."

"All ears are here."

"Yuan domain."

"Yuan domain?"

The bitter Zen monk said: "Buddhist books have a saying that the beginning of the universe was chaos. In the chaos, there are primordial stones. The primordial stones gather the essence of chaos into one. When the primordial stones are destroyed, all things will be born."

"So what is the relationship between this Yuanyu and Yuanshi?"

"The book says... it's just that the Yuanyu is the core part of the Yuanshi, which means that it may be the center of the source of all things."

"you've been to?"

"I've been there."

Ning Lang asked, "What's the difference there?"

"Nothing different, nothing, just empty."

"Not even a person?"

"No."

"There's nothing special about it?"

"The air there is stale."

"What about other than that?"

The bitter Zen monk said: "Other than that, there is nothing special about it."

"Then you still let me go?"

"It's just that the poor monk can't find something special, maybe you can."

Ning Lang froze for a moment, and asked, "Which direction is Yuanyu in?"

"Not in a hurry."

The Kuzen monk smiled and said, "I'll tell you when you plan to leave the Buddhist realm."

"alright."

After a few words.

Ning Lang and the Kuchan monk sat cross-legged again, one of them recited the scriptures silently, and the other practiced silently.

Two months passed in a flash.

Ning Lang followed Kuchan monk into the depths of a forest, and Thousand-Winged Bird and Pea stayed in the forest. After all, there are no monsters in the Buddhist realm, and if they appear, they will disturb other people.

"Foyu doesn't look any different from other places." Ning Lang Ling said while looking at the scenery on the ground.

"The different places are in the distance, the benefactor, please come with the poor monk."

The voice just fell.

The bitter Zen monk disappeared directly beside Ning Lang.

"The power of space?" Ning Lang held Li Huan's hand tightly, and disappeared in the same place in the next second.

a long time.

"We have arrived."

Ning Lang looked at the golden hall in the distance, and was stunned for a moment.

The main hall of Biyou Tiangong in Xianyu used to be the most magnificent hall that Ning Lang had ever seen, but compared with the big hall in front of him now, it seems nothing.

A huge golden palace is several tens of feet high.

Under the sunlight, the entire Golden Palace hall looks radiant, very eye-catching.

On the avenue into the temple, there are endless streams of pilgrims.

far away.

The big bell placed on the mountain rings every once in a while. The sound of the bell has a long history, as if the sound can be transmitted thousands of miles away.

Ning Lang couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really magnificent."

The bitter Zen monk said with a smile: "There are tens of thousands of disciples in Xitian Temple, and every once in a while, there will always be one or two who have good understanding. Although the good understanding cannot become a Buddha, it is impossible to sit and transform into a golden body after death." The problem is, a golden body can take out hundreds of fine gold coins, so the temple is naturally rich."

"Are all the fine gold coins taken from the monk's body after his death?"

"nature."

"Then isn't this fine gold coin equivalent to the flesh and blood of a monk?"

"You can think of it that way." The bitter Zen monk smiled and said, "But for monks, the physical body is just something outside of them."

Ning Lang then asked: "If you can leave Xitian Temple to go outside the region, then your status in Xitian Temple should not be low?"

"It's really not low."

"There are so many disciples in Xitian Temple, how do they distinguish their identities?"

The bitter Zen monk patiently explained: "The Buddha is supreme, followed by the presiding officer, then the first seat, then the hall master, then the incense burner, and finally the ordinary disciples. Of course, the disciples are called differently because of their different division of labor. Temple monks, who are responsible for lighting lamps are incense lamps, in addition to clocks, seal rooms, night patrols, water ministers, novice monks and so on."

"It seems that it is no different from Zongmen."

"There is no difference."

Ning Lang asked, "Then what level are you?"

"Hall Master."

"Okay, besides the first seat above you, you are the host. It seems that your status in Xitian Temple is not low."

"I didn't have the first seat yet."

"Oh? That means your status in Xitian Temple is below one person and above ten thousand people?"

"you can say it this way."

"sharp."

The bitter Zen monk said with a smile: "It all happened 30 years ago, and it is not certain whether they can still remember me now."

"Try it, and then you'll know."

Saying that, the two of them landed at the gate of Xitian Temple and followed the mighty flow of people.

The people around saw the Kuchan monk wearing a monk's robe, and they all treated him with courtesy. Ning Lang caught his attention and walked in, attracting the attention of many people.

In front of the main hall, there is a square.

The square is huge enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

As Ning Lang walked, he looked at the environment inside.

He was directly blocked by two young monks.

"Who are you?"

It wasn't Ning Lang who was questioned, but the Kuzen monk next to Ning Lang.

Sure enough, he was right. After 30 years away from the Buddhist realm, even the monks in Xitian Temple could not recognize him.

Kuchan monk smiled and said to Ning Lang: "Look, I'll say they don't recognize me."

Ning Lang said: "It's normal, after all, it's been 30 years."

"Who the hell are you? Why are you wearing the monk's uniform of our temple, but I have never seen you in Xitian Temple."

Then the Kuchan monk said: "The poor monk's Dharma is Kuchan."

"Bitter Zen?"

The two young monks frowned.

a while.

One of the monks suddenly took three steps back, pointed at the bitter Zen monk with a stunned expression, and said, "Bitter... bitter... bitter Zen! He is Kuzen."

Kuchan remained motionless, with a smile on his face.

For some unknown reason, the two young monks suddenly rushed towards the rear hall at extremely fast speed.

Ning Lang was puzzled and asked, "What happened to them?"

"The poor monk doesn't know." Ku Chan said with a smile, "Maybe he was too excited."

"too excited?"

Ning Lang thought to himself: It doesn't look like he was excited.

Just when Ning Lang was puzzled.

In the main hall of Xitian Temple, dozens of monks snatched away from it, all of them glaring and frowning, with cold expressions on their faces.

This is just the beginning.

In just ten or so breaths, hundreds of monks rushed over from all directions.

A middle-aged monk stood in front of Kuchan. He looked at Kuchan coldly and said angrily, "Kuchan! You were expelled from Xitian Temple 30 years ago and expelled from the Buddhist realm. Now you dare to come back?"

Kuzen seems to have anticipated this situation long ago.

Ning Lang at the side was stunned.

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(End of this chapter)