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Chapter 1082 Return to Jinshan Temple

Ji Dian didn't believe Amber's words at first, but after experiencing the Tathagata Palm several times personally, he confirmed that he could not defeat it even if he risked his life. In addition, he sensed that his aura had not changed much, so he finally accepted this fact.

What followed was intense doubt.

Although it was just a thought, it was after all a thought left by the first person in Buddhism hundreds of years ago, or even the first person in history.

There is no reason, and it shouldn't be so easy to be swallowed back.

Amber couldn't give an answer to this, and only said that she had special talents.

Ji Dian reluctantly accepted this statement.

"What are your plans next? You have obtained the Tathagata Palm. This news cannot be concealed. The matter of Qianzhou Temple cannot be concealed either. I'm afraid that the Buddhist sects in the world will not let you have a rest."

"Let's take it one step at a time. Master Ji Dian and I have similar ideas. What do you think of Buddhism today?"

"Nowadays, evil spirits are rampant, and few people are willing to listen to the good things in our Buddhist sect."

Speaking of this, Ji Dian looked very lonely.

He is a very pure monk, compassionate and kind, who does his best to promote Buddhism. He takes himself as the starting point and displays various supernatural powers to save the poor people in the sea of ​​suffering.

To him, fame, fortune and wealth are truly fleeting.

That's exactly what he said.

As a monk, Ji Dian has no home, and he just wants to pass on the ideas that can truly help people escape from suffering and gain happiness.

“So I still have a lot to do.”

Amber said softly, "When it comes to saving all living beings, I am not as good as you, Master Ji Dian, and I don't have the patience to save others, but for those guys in the Buddhist sect, I can use thunder and lightning methods."

"Too much killing is not good."

Ji Dian persuaded hesitantly.

"Killing is to protect life."

Amber clasped his hands together and said, "Master Ji Dian, please take a closer look. Who knows, maybe you will be the one to carry the banner of our Buddhist sect in the future."

"Ugh."

Ji Dian sighed quietly and said no more.

After taking back his robes, he walked down the mountain alone, surrounded by unconscious believers.

Amber looked at the other person's back as he left, as if she saw a Buddha walking on earth.

Ji Dian came to this world with a mission.

He suddenly had an epiphany, and at the same time, he became more determined in his thinking.

Jinshan Temple.

"The abbot is in seclusion again?"

The head monk of the Vinaya Institute, Chuankong, asked the monks guarding outside the meditation room.

"Reporting to the head monk, the abbot began his retreat last night and ordered us not to disturb him within ten days."

The monk replied respectfully.

"What can we do!"

Chuankong stomped his feet, looking helpless.

After that war, the popularity of Jinshan Temple plummeted, and many monks began to leave the temple. Now, there are only a dozen people left in the temple that originally had more than a hundred people.

This includes those in the kitchen.

The heritage left by the old abbot had long since passed away. He was the only monk of the Chuan generation and currently the most senior monk in Jinshan Temple.

"What happened?"

The monk asked in confusion.

"Big thing! A very big thing!"

Chuan Kong said angrily: "We can't even make ends meet in the temple!"

"The abbot asked us to reclaim wasteland a while ago. Didn't we grow a lot of food?"

The monk was young, and acted silly when he talked about this. Chuankong was so angry that he didn't want to talk anymore, and turned around and prepared to leave.

However, before he could walk far, the door of the Zen room behind him, which had been closed, was pushed open.

Hearing the noise, Chuankong quickly turned his head, and saw Fahai with a calm face wearing a white monk's robe, looking at this side solemnly.

"Abbot, you are finally out of seclusion!"

He walked over in two or three steps and said, "In the past half month, the number of pilgrims who come every day has been reduced to a few ordinary people. The money they contribute is not enough to buy the offerings. If this continues, our temple may be in trouble."

"Ten thousand taels of silver is a token of appreciation, but is one tael of silver no longer a token of appreciation?"

Fahai said calmly, "Monks should not be involved in those things. Even if there are no pilgrims coming, it will not affect our practice."

"But. But we are running out of food!"

Chuan Kong was helpless. "As the saying goes, strong winds reveal strong grass, and times of turmoil reveal loyal ministers. The remaining people all regard Jinshan Temple as their home."

"Being a monk means you have no home, so it doesn't matter where you practice."

Fahai remained calm and his tone did not even fluctuate: "If you want to leave, you can also go with me."

"Abbot, you and I."

Chuan Kong never expected that his loyalty would end up being rewarded with such words. He was completely stunned.

"Go, a cultivator who does not know his own true nature and seeks only outside, will end up being nothing more than a layman wearing monk's robes and shaving his head."

Fahai shook his head gently: "What people call suffering is actually where we should focus our efforts on cultivation."

Chuankong came back to his senses, stamped his feet and sighed, but in the end he didn't say he wanted to leave, but just said he would find a way himself.

He was picked up by Abbot Weiyuan in the snow and had long regarded this place as his home. However, he was not talented enough and was a very strict person, so he was assigned to the Discipline Institute.

Now that we are experiencing a major change, the most worrying thing is that the news has been lost.

Fahai stood there, shaking his head gently and chanting the Buddha's name silently in his heart.

"Abbot, why is the chief monk so anxious?"

The monk who was watching nearby asked in confusion: "The conditions are not as good as before, so the food is worse, but you won't really starve to death."

“So he doesn’t understand.”

Fahai smiled at this person and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go and have a rest."

"Okay, I'm going to bed then."

The monk grinned and happily returned to his residence.

Fahai walked out of the temple alone.

He had a feeling that something would happen today, but he didn't know what it was, he only knew it was a good thing.

After leaving the mountain gate hall, the bustling scene of people coming and going on the mountain road was no longer there. The originally flat road surface and the trees on both sides were no longer the same as before, as if they had been destroyed and then hastily renovated.

This is what was left after the battle that day.

The Wheel of Time will subdue dragons and tigers!

Fahai didn't know what he was thinking about, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hey, Brother Fahai!"

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind.

Fahai was stunned for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating, because in his perception, there should be nothing there.

I quickly turned around and saw Amber walking towards me, exhausted, carrying a package.

On the way, he was stopped by a calico cat that appeared out of nowhere, as if to welcome him.
"Junior brother, you're back?"

Fahai calmed down and said softly, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

"Hahaha, I have learned the Tathagata Palm. Is everything going well in the temple?"

Amber grinned, just like before.

(End of this chapter)