The abbot's eyes were gloomy, why didn't he want to end?

It's just that this Dharma discernment has become a grand event of Buddhism in the world, and as a passive 'organizer'. The reputation of the Hanging Temple has never been higher, and even the 'scandal' that was flattened by the sword of the Bashan Sword Emperor before was completely covered up in the past.

At this time, as the abbot, if he came forward to shout to stop, he would not only offend almost half of the Buddhist cultivators in the world, but also be rumored by the people of the world to be ignorant of what to do and become a laughing stock.

Those who watch the excitement will not care, there are so many people stuffed in the Hanging Temple, how troublesome it will be to eat, drink, and sleep every day.

And the disciples of Buddhism, after hearing the discernment of the Fa, go mad and lose their cultivation, which will be a big joke.

This time, the abbot of Great Compassion didn't want to make up his mind alone, so he said: "This matter needs to be considered in the long run, do you have any ideas?"

The first Great Wisdom Zen Master of the Precept Monastery said, "Senior Abbot, the poor monk believes that everything that starts with that ordinary person should also end with one mortal. He is familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, his understanding of the essence of the Buddhist scriptures is extraordinary, and there are frequent witty words, like a whirlpool center, attracting Buddhist cultivators all over the world, and they have respected it as holy. ”

"It's just... After all, he is still young and has a deep foundation, if it weren't for my Hanging Temple, I am afraid that there will be many unfavorable remarks from the outside world. After all, he is so beautiful in the forest, and the cultivators of other temples do not have any opinions. ”

Several of the big monks present jumped their eyelids, as if they had understood something.

"What the junior brother means, the old man understands!"

"Yifan is taking advantage of the situation, borrowing the prestige of my Hanging Temple, raising his own prestige, and worshipping him by outsiders, and coercing us in turn. In this way, the tide rises and rises. "The abbot of Great Compassion was still a fan of the authorities before, but now he was broken by Dazhi's words, and the whole person suddenly became enlightened.

"Then according to the meaning of the junior brother, what should I do?" Even though the abbot of Great Compassion already had an idea in his heart, he did not take the initiative to say it.

In the treatment of Yifan, he made three mistakes in a row, if there is another mistake, even if he is the abbot of the Hanging Temple, I am afraid that he will inevitably be resisted by many elders and the first seat, and may even be removed from the position of abbot.

Famous mountains and temples, there are many people and miscellaneous things, from top to bottom, not only divided into the upper and lower dignity, but also divided the power of the high.

Isn't it like a small officialdom?

The Great Wisdom Zen Master bowed his head slightly at the Great Compassion, held the Buddha Rite, turned the prayer beads, and said with a smile: "Just ask him a few questions that he will definitely not be able to answer, and break his golden body." ”

The abbot of Great Compassion immediately stroked his palm and said, "Wonderful!"

Preaching the scriptures and discussing the Fa, they all thought to themselves, and they were by no means the opponents of Feng Linwan.

But it is not difficult to open the bow and turn back.

Find a few questions to ask Feng Linwan just to embarrass people, which can not only make Feng Linwan unable to answer, break the 'golden body' that seems to know everything and know everything, but also convey a message to the outside world.

That's that... This little monk is not our person, and he has no heart to protect him. If you have any attacks, just do not hesitate, do not hesitate.

It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

The only drawback is probably that the reputation of the Hanging Temple has been slightly compromised.

However, these are also tolerable.

After all, keeping the 'Yifan monk' continues to huohuo, and the entire hanging temple is rarely peaceful.

As for what Zen Master Daming said before, send the little monk down the mountain directly, that is a faint move.

Not to mention that let the little monk return to the sea and the tiger roars in the mountains and forests, will there be trouble in the future if he leaves the cage.

At present, the little monk has gathered such a big momentum and carried this momentum down the mountain, and from the outsider's point of view, he is the representative sent by the Hanging Temple, responsible for walking the world on behalf of the Hanging Temple. Every word and deed will be related to the Hanging Temple.

Wouldn't that tie the reputation and prestige of the Hanging Temple for thousands of years to this little monk?

Categorically undesirable.

So he summoned the monks of each hall and each academy to discuss a few difficult questions, and then chose one person to go and question them. Dabei decided.

The square overlooking the big Buddha on the main peak of the Hanging Temple is still full of monks from different places at this time.

Some old monks, their teeth have fallen out, and their skin is loose, but at this time, their eyes are open, extremely bright, staring at the little monk in gray monk's robe sitting in the center on a simple futon.

Beside the little monk, there are already many world-famous monks, kneeling on the ground and serving him as disciples.

In all directions, one by one, the monks, like a wheel war, asked the little monk some questions about Buddhism and Buddhist scriptures.

But it was easily resolved by the little monk and pointed out the fallacy.

Whenever the best words are spoken, the audience is full of 'Amitabha' and praise.

The atmosphere has also become a little more lively.

Suddenly, a little novice of the Hanging Temple, who was smaller than the little monk Yifan and looked younger, suddenly stood up, pointed at Feng Linwan and said loudly: "Uncle! You call yourself a Buddha, but you interpret the Buddhist scriptures so wantonly and add your own intentions. Do you really have a Buddha in your heart? Do you really believe in a Buddha?"

This question is tantamount to playing a scoundrel.

No matter who wrote the book, after it was circulated, it no longer represented the writer's personal meaning.

Both those who come after and those who read it can annotate the contents of the book according to their own thoughts and opinions.

It's just that there is a difference between a random interpretation and a well-founded interpretation.

This point, no matter what denomination or doctrine it is placed in, is universal.

For countless years, no one felt that there was anything wrong with this.

This little monk stood up, made accusations, and went online, obviously making trouble unreasonably.

The scene was a bit noisy for a while.

If it weren't for the monk who questioned him, looking less than ten years old, not only the monk of the Hanging Temple, but also the younger generation of the 'holy monk', I am afraid that there are already many believers of the 'holy monk', jumping out to refute and reprimand.

Even if this is not the case, many monks have a look of displeasure on their faces.

The great monks of the Hanging Temple obviously still underestimated the charm of Feng Linwan.

It's like talking about academics with a group of people who play politics.

At this time, several bureaucrats jumped out and pointed at the little-known person, saying that he had not graduated from primary school and had no political status, thinking that this would crush the construction of this person in academic research... Isn't that a joke?

They are just using their own set of behaviors to forcibly apply to others.

Most people thought that this sudden and rude questioning was an accident and a product of jealousy.

Feng Linwan knew very well in his heart that this was Dabei and others, who couldn't bear it, and finally made another move.

Stretching out his hand, Feng Linwan pointed to the Buddha statue on the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was inlaid with gold and jade, and was full of jewels and treasures: "The Buddha you are talking about, is it it?"

The little monk nodded sneeringly, he was just a puppet.

How many prodigies like Feng Linwan are born to know?

"If so, the monk doesn't believe it!" Feng Linwan smiled slightly.

As soon as the words fell, the audience was in an uproar.