Chapter 651: Empty Five

Six hundred and forty-eight. "

Hearing this, Ye Fan's eyelids jumped wildly, and the image of a master he had just established towards Kong Wu was suddenly wiped out.

Of course, the man didn't feel it. Maybe he was being asked to do it. He simply took out a wad of banknotes and put it into the alms bowl, while thanking Kongwu repeatedly.

It wasn't until he left that Kong Wu put away his alms bowl again. When he saw the two monks taking Ye Fan, he was startled, and then he smiled and bowed to Ye Fan: "This Little friend, what’s the matter?”

"I'm looking for a senior named Dr. Wenxuan." Ye Fan walked out, "I only remember his secular name."

"Doctor Wenxuan..." Kong Wu paused, then quickly shook his head: "I don't know Dr. Wenxuan either."

"It should be a very old man from outside Fuguang Island." Ye Fan said hurriedly.

"We don't ask about our predecessors. There are many old people in the temple." Kong Wu replied, pointing to the house behind him: "They should be chanting sutras in the back hall."

"That……"

"The Holy Land of Buddhism is not contaminated by the dust of the outside world. My friend is not from Fuguang Island, so I'm afraid I can't enter." Without waiting for Ye Fan's request, Kong Wu shook his head and refused.

"Huh?" Something was wrong with Kong Wu's words that caught Ye Fan's attention: "How does the master know that I am not from Fuguang Island?"

"It's just induction." Kong Wu replied with a smile.

Also, can this be said to be really unusual?

Ye Fan was a little unsure. He looked at Kong Wu, thought for a while, and then tentatively said: "How about I also do a 648-year continuation of the Buddha's Fate Incense?"

"My little friend is joking." Kong Wu shook his head: "Those who are destined will have their destiny, and money can't change it."

"How about ten?" Ye Fan then asked.

"My little friend, you have misunderstood me." Kongwu shook his head again, "My little friend, the Buddhist image is profound. It is originally related to my Buddhism, and I don't need money to change it."

As he spoke, Kong Wu took out the alms bowl.

"Of course, little friend, I am willing to add incense to Buddhism, and Buddhism is also happy to accept donations from people who are destined to do so."

"Hey?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and stared at Kong Wu for several times. Finally, he took out a large stack of money from his pocket and put it into Kong Wu's alms bowl.

"Then you can take me there now."

"No." Kong Wu shook his head, "Although my friend is destined to be a Buddhist, I still have to abide by the rules..."

"Then give me my money." Ye Fan stretched out his hand and was about to grab his money back from the alms bowl, but Kong Wu passed by, gently avoided the grab, and naturally took the alms bowl back into his wide chest. In the cuffs.

"Little friend, don't be anxious." He put his hands together and bowed to Ye Fan again, and Kong Wu said: "Although my little friend cannot enter the inner hall, you can wait here. When they finish chanting, we will naturally be able to meet each other."

"...Okay." Ye Fan replied. At this time, he had already discovered the difference in this Kong Wu, and he just looked up and down with some scrutiny.

"Cough." Perhaps out of embarrassment, Kong Wu coughed, "Of course, if you feel bored, you can ask me questions."

"Although I haven't achieved great success in Buddhism, it's no problem for me to give you some pointers."

"You want to charge me again?" Ye Fan naturally would not do this again.

"This time it's a gift." Kong Wu replied.

"Gift?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Kong Wu. He didn't think of the question, but he was a little suspicious of Kong Wu's identity, so he asked, "Master, can you tell me a few interesting sentences from the Diamond Sutra?"

"The most interesting thing you can say is just a few words." Ye Fan said.

"Well..." Kong Wu was silent for a while. Just when Ye Fan was about to prepare for an attack, Kong Wu suddenly made a Buddha's name, closed his eyes, and said: "All potential dharmas are like bubbles in dreams, like dew and like lightning. , should be viewed as such.”

As soon as the words came out, Kongwu's sacred feeling that only belonged to monks emerged.

"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not true, you will see the Tathagata."

Another sentence, the Buddha nature in Kong Wu became more and more blooming, but he did not stop and read sentence after sentence:

"The first is: empty body. The second is: emptiness. The third is: emptiness. The fourth is: emptiness."

"If you see me with my form and seek me with my voice, you are on a wrong path and cannot see the Tathagata."

"A Bodhisattva should live in charity without dwelling on the Dharma. It is said that he should never dwell on the form of giving, and should never dwell on the sound, fragrance, touch, and touch of the Dharma."

"..."

Reciting each sentence one by one, the Buddha nature of Kongwu bloomed and shone, and during the recitation, there was a faint chime of bells.

"Is this really an eminent monk?" Ye Fan was also shocked at this time.

"Little friend, how are you?" After a while, Kong Wu finally finished reciting and then opened his eyes.

"It's me, Master Tutu." Ye Fan bowed in response. He still showed a little respect for such a knowledgeable person.

"It doesn't matter." Kongwu smiled and shook his head. He turned his hand and the alms bowl appeared: "Reciting the sutra, as a rule, little friend should give five six hundred and forty-eight continuations of the Buddha's fate."

Ye Fan: "..."

…

clang. clang. clang.

Time passed, and when Kongwu was about to ask Ye Fan for the eighteenth sixty-eight, a bell suddenly rang in the inner courtyard.

The sound of the bell is long and lingering, and seems to be able to stir people's hearts. Just three sounds can make people's spirits shake.

"They have finished chanting." Hearing the sound of the bell, Kong Wu also put away the alms bowl and said to Ye Fan, "Just wait for him here. I will ask other monks to help you inquire."

"Thank you." Ye Fan responded.

"Remember to help my friend find Wenxuan Doctor later." After saying this to the two monks over there, Kongwu walked away. Before leaving, he folded his hands and bowed to Ye Fan: "My friend has a deep affinity with Buddhism. If you have anything you want to discuss next time, you can also come here to find me."

"I have a deep affinity with Buddhism..." Ye Fan was speechless to Kongwu. He watched Kongwu walk away. At this time, the monks who had finished chanting came out one after another.

These monks were obviously people with higher Taoism in the temple. Most of them wore cassocks, and some wore simple clothes, but they looked solemn.

Hearing this, all the elders looked at each other and shook their heads one after another.

"Is there anyone called Wenxuan Doctor among you?" Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was a little confused.

"Did the guest remember the name wrong?" The monk asked around and confirmed that no one called Wenxuan Doctor.

"I didn't remember it wrong." Ye Fan was firm and subconsciously suspected Zhao Buqun.

This old man Zhao, wouldn't he fool himself again?

"It seems so."

Ye Fan was doubting when someone suddenly woke up from the back of the crowd and said hurriedly: "It seems that the abbot's surname was Wen before he became a monk."

"Abbot?" This surprised Ye Fan a little, "He has become the abbot?"

"The abbot's Buddhist teachings are profound, far beyond our comparison." One of the elders replied: "He has only been in the temple for two years, and the previous generation of abbot felt that he was not as lucky as him, so he took the initiative to pass on the position of abbot to him."

"Then can I meet him?" Ye Fan asked immediately.

"The abbot usually practices alone, and it would be bad to disturb him rashly." The elder shook his head: "What is the matter with you looking for the abbot? If it is urgent, I can ask the abbot if he is willing to meet."

"It's about an old friend." Ye Fan replied: "I am Ye Fan, the grandson of Ye Zhantian."

"Ye Zhantian, what a fierce name." Hearing this, the elder replied, paused for a moment, and walked into the inner courtyard.

After a while, the elder returned, looked at Ye Fan, and smiled: "The host said he would wait for you in the inner hall, just go in."

"Okay." Hearing this, Ye Fan also nodded, and walked through the group of elders and monks.

Click click.

Passing through the stone archway, the scene of the inner courtyard emerged. Here, Ye Fan finally saw the Buddha statues and incense worshipped in the temple.

The courtyard was simple, with bluestone slabs as the base, and there were hundreds of cushions, which seemed to be all those elders just now.

In the inner hall, the Buddha statue was magnificent, and the front of the Buddha was narrow, with only a red cushion placed, and an old man sitting on the cushion, wearing a yellow monk's robe, with his back to Ye Fan, just knocking the wooden fish in his hand.

"Is it Senior Doctor Wenxuan?" Looking at the back of the old man, Ye Fan asked tentatively.

"I have been a monk for many years, and the secular name has long been useless." The old man replied, his tone as calm as water.

"You can just call me Bamboo Fish."