Chapter 27 Embarrassing Identity

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month of the third year of Daqi Chengwu, the three-year Yecheng Buddhist Conference messed up all the previous procedures because of one person.

On this day, thousands of people at the Dharma Conference knelt down and regarded a young monk under the age of 15 as a senior monk.

On this day, Anguo Temple, which was originally in danger at the end of the four famous temples, jumped to become the head of the four major temples, surpassing the scale of the previous hosting conferences. The scene of the monks at the foot of Anguo Temple lined up to the foot of the mountain became a grand scene that later generations enjoyed.

On this day, the souvenirs lined up in front of the Anguo Temple were sold by dignitaries. The incense in the temple was all included, and the subsequent vegetarian dishes became the eternal form of the Buddhist event.

On this day, a Zen master named Dao Ming looked at the smiling little monk on the high platform and showed his thoughtful eyes.

On this day, a restaurant called Ruyi Restaurant was known to the whole city, and the shopkeeper Gongsun Yi became the richest man in the city.

On this day, countless merchants came back with excitement.

On this day, Qingyin looked at the hands that squeezed in from the crowd and were full of piety to drag her sleeves and touch her monk's robe.

But I couldn't escape far. The voice was blocked in a corner of the Heavenly King's Hall.

At this moment, King Cheng of Qi and the concubines have returned to the palace, and most of the ministers and nobles in the court have also returned. The king of Lanling invited General Wei to the embassy. The Turkic prince was ignored. He saw the little monk in the crowd and immediately chased him.

At this moment, he took out the exquisite machete and did not shave and repaired his nails. In the process of chasing the voiceless sound, the red and blue helmet on the head has been casually taken off and thrown to several big men guard guarding the door of the hall at this moment, revealing a row of braids gathered from the forehead to the back of the head, a dark purple blue bead on the forehead, and a silver ferocious wolf head in the middle of the blue bead is eager to eat, showing a kind of wild and primitive. Tough.

The Turkic prince forced the voiceless voice into the corner without saying anything. He only lowered his head and focused on the manicure. The sharp light of the machete showed a chill, which stimulated the voiceless heart that was not very strong.

The Turk prince wanted to manicure his nails, so naturally no one said no. But this station is not right! Qingyin looked at the Turkic prince's slowly waving hand and almost cried out in his heart. Hearing that the people outside came out of the apse and passed the Heavenly King's Hall in groups, but no one looked at it. The "high monks" they were talking about were scared to pee in their pants.

Several big men stood at the door with fierce eyes, with their chests** on their chests, revealing dark gray wolf tattoos, with rough edges and corners soaked by the wild wind and rain, and even scratches and scars that don't know whether it was a beast or a fierce battle with people. With such a cold look, it scared the people to take a detour far away.

Look at Daqi's colorful aristocrats, look at those soldiers yawning and stretching, and look at these tower-like men. This is the difference!

The Turkic prince focused on manicure, glanced at the other party with a clear voice, and then at the empty and silent hall, "Amitabha, it's inconvenient for the distinguished guest to disturb the little monk here, so let's go out." After bypassing the Turkic prince, he was about to walk to the door.

The Turkic prince raised his foot and stood in front of her again. He was still facing in, and she was facing out - a blocked posture.

The voiceless voice collapsed, "Prince, what do you want to do?"

The prince put down the machete leisurely and didn't know what the action was. The knife disappeared in his hand. His slightly blue eyes were as deep as the sea, like the ups and downs of grass on the grassland. Every concentration is a different scenery. "I, Turks also believe in Buddhism, and I want to invite the monks to teach the people."

The voice is clear and ashamed. Shake your hands together, "No, no, no. I'm not a monk, I'm not... I haven't been in the temple for a long time.

The prince still refused to let go. He stretched out his palm and covered his clear fingers, and his face was very sincere: "Monk, my grassland is full of simple and kind people, and I am eagerly looking forward to the monk to save the people."

Qingyin wants to pooh him! Simple? The door gods standing outside the door in front of him didn't see anything simple from hair to feet.

In addition, she, a senior monk dressed as a man, was newly released in less than an hour. Those simple people on the grassland did not know that she could be a senior monk?

It's too much nonsense! The corners of Qingyin's mouth were a little cramped, and he quickly withdrew his hand like a cramp.

If she did not come from modern times, but lived in this dynasty and wanted to become famous for all generations, she might be moved by the sincerity of the prince in front of her, but for her, NO, she just wanted to press the clear button to clear all the people in front of her.

The Turkic prince held his hand empty and slowly withdrew it. He still wanted to smile and look at the voice in Chicheng. It looks like I won't leave if you don't agree.

Scratching the head with a clear sound. I don't know how to deal with such a scene. The king of Lanling is elegant, and the prince's grandson is gentle. Even He Shikai is also an arrogant man. Why is this one in front of him so oily?

"The little monk is not good at studying, and he really dares not shoulder this heavy responsibility." The voice devalues itself.

"How come? The monk was just graceful on the stage, and thousands of people knelt down. The smile at the corners of the Turkic prince's mouth deepened, and even his eyes seemed to ripple with layers of light. I, the Turkic people, will worship you and my Buddha more devoutly than them. He waved his hand out vigorously, as if tens of thousands of Turkic people who were kneeling down were in front of him.

Several strong men like the tower outside the door only felt that their hair stood up, like the felt on the sand on the grassland at night, which made people's teeth tremble little by little. Kneel down to this sissy little monk... Does the prince have other plans?

Their shiver was not over, and a figure appeared in the corners of their eyes. Before they could see it clearly, a figure had floated into the Heavenly King's Hall.

"Amitabha... Qingyin, how can you not say hello when you see a teacher?"

Qingyin looked at the middle-aged monk who suddenly appeared in the temple. It's not in Anguo Temple. The dark gray monk's robe on his body looks dusty. A pair of light shoes on his feet has opened several seams, and a withered yellow grass stem turned out of the sole and was wrapped in the seams, trembling.

Two thick eyebrows on a square face, the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes reveal the information of time, and the eyes gently gaze at the clear sound. That vision is like a loving father looking at his naughty daughter, spoiling and conniving. The words asked are not harsh, but strong family affection.

I don't know why, when I see him, Qingyin has a feeling of seeing his relatives.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the poor monk Taoist, I don't know what's the matter with the little apprentice?" The middle-aged monk has turned around and looked at the Turkic prince.

Qingyin is on the side of the star's eyes: Where is this big monk? It's really a good man to protect himself like this! Suddenly, he just said he was a teacher? Little apprentice? Daoming...

It's the master of the original owner who has been hiding! Qingyin took a step back and was a little guilty and dared not look up.

The Turkic prince became smart this time and immediately returned the gift solemnly. "I just admired the elegant demeanor of the monk at the Buddhist Dharma Conference and wanted to invite the monk to my Turkic party. Since there are many inconveniences for the senior monks, Xiao Wang will leave. After saying that, he didn't wait for the Taoist Zen master to reply. He turned around and walked out.

Several big men outside the door had already heard the movement in the hall. Seeing that the master said goodbye, they didn't say much. Several people looked at the little monk with his head down and the big monk with his head raised in the hall, and turned their heads and left.

In the hall, the clear voice moved his toes and his heart flew.

I wore the body of another person's apprentice for no reason. Looking at the big monk's kind smile and the feeling of being like a relative and elder when I look at him, it must be deeply emotional. Maybe the big monk still knows why the original owner disguised herself as a monk. If he said that he traveled through time and borrowed someone's body, will the monk slap him so that the original owner can wear it back?

All of a sudden, I was sad.

The big monk didn't know Qingyin's mind and was about to pull her to talk when a group of people from Master Kongzhi walked into the door of the palace. Master Kongzhi blushed with a smile. At this Dharma conference, Anguo Temple was in the limelight. He Shikai's conspiracy to let people defeat Qingyin failed. He was also asked by the king of Lanling about the whereabouts of the 150,000 taels in front of the king. He had no choice but to send someone to send silver liang--

Master Kongzhi looked at the two bald heads standing opposite each other and felt that it was really the blessing of Buddha. God let his friend send an apprentice to solve the problem of Anguo Temple. He saluted Daoming deeply, "Daoming's old friend, today's Dharma Conference has been helped by the disciples to protect the reputation of our temple for a hundred years. Our temple is very grateful."

Master Kongzhi saluted deeply in front of the monks, and the monks in the temple also put their hands together to salute deeply. Fayun Faming was close to Qingyin. While saling, he frowned at Qingyin. But everyone's face is overjoyed, but it is unconcealed.

Master Daoming had already held up the sleeves of Master Kongzhi to prevent him from bending down. Seeing the monks following the salute, he immediately gave up his body. "The four major monks are empty. Why is the master salute here?" As he spoke, he looked at the uneasy voice on the side.

Under the Dharma platform, he saw Qingyin sitting on the high platform talking from afar, making the Tao Jing Zen master speechless, and another sentence that several challenging monks would not be able to speak, which convinced everyone. Seeing that since the king, the queen, the concubines, the royal magnates and nobles all looked at the people kneeling in consternation, and only felt an infinite feeling in their hearts.

At that moment, the voice sat on the high platform, like the incarnation of a god and Buddha. The people knelt down and kowtowed. However, he felt that his chest was difficult to calm down, and the blood in his heart turned into endless acid. He rolled around in his eyes, but because he was afraid of surprise, he finally wiped it away.

At this moment, when Master Kongzhi mentioned the Dharma Conference, the strange feeling of looking at Qingyin from afar at the Dharma Conference came out again - he looked at Qingyin and was still lowering his head and moving his toes, and couldn't help but feel relieved. Although he has pretended to be a monk for many years, this kind of children's mood is always immortal, alas! It's really difficult for her!

Master Daoming sighed in his heart, and he was afraid that many eyes and miscellaneous monks would see something. He stepped forward to block everyone's eyes. "Master, I haven't seen you for many years, and his elegant demeanor is the same. Let's go to the Zen room to talk about it." Take the lead and go out.

Kongzhi also sighed, "In those years, you suddenly left Ye City and left the first Zen master of Huguo Temple for more than ten years. Today..." The two of them were first, and the monks gathered around.

The voice has been erecting its ears for more than ten years... suddenly left...

Is it related to the identity of the original owner of this body?

She looked up at the people who were fading away from the hall. Do you want to follow them and listen to them?