A flash of inspiration passed by like lightning, and Ji Liao became conscious again. The long-lost and familiar darkness around him was so familiar that he could not see it again. After using it for a while, he realized that he was not blind this time, but stayed in the mother's uterus.

He is still a mass of unformed flesh and blood.

Ji Liao moved his mind a little, and then felt very sleepy and fell asleep again.

Next, in the mother's body, he fell asleep most of the time and waited for his birth.

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In the early morning, surrounded by mountains, there was an ancient temple called Lan Ruo. There was a basket at the door of the temple, and there was a swaddling in the basket. The swaddling in was a newly born baby, and the baby was Ji Liao.

He opened his little eyes and was dazed. He didn't expect that he was so unwelcome. He didn't even see clearly what his mother looked like. He was sent to the gate of this ancient temple on the morning of autumn.

Should he cry at this time so as to attract the attention of monks in the ancient temple? But he doesn’t like being a monk very much. If he is adopted by monks in the ancient temple, should he also start as a novice monk?

Ji Liao was a little confused.

Before he could struggle for too long, the gate of the ancient temple opened.

He was found anyway.

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"What name do we give him, Senior Brother Yixin?"

"After he came in, he didn't cry or make a fuss, his expression was calm and his heart was not throbbing. The next generation was a genius, so let's call him throbbing."

"Um."

Ji Liao, who was lying in the basket, thought to himself, "I used to be Ji Liao, but this time I named it Ji Liao, but it was a coincidence."

The baby's body was still very weak. He listened to the monks who adopted him for a while and fell asleep.

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In the setting sun, the dusk is getting dark.

"Senior Brother Leji, why is our temple called 'Lanruo Temple'?"

On the edge of the well, a young monk about seven or eight years old asked a question to a young monk about twenty years old.

The young monk looked elegant and graceful, but he was wearing only an ordinary gray cloth monk's robe and had no precept scars on his head. It can be seen that he was a monk who had not received the precepts and should be just a servant in the temple.

But the young novice monk obviously admired him very much.

The young monk named "Lan Ruo" replied slowly: "'Lan Ruo' is the abbreviation of 'Alan Ruo'. Its original meaning is a forest. Buddhist scriptures extend it to the point of silence, purity, no suffering and troubles. In fact, from the name of our temple, we can tell that our temple was originally a wild temple. Because the Daliang Dynasty issued a decree a thousand years ago, 'The official gift of the quota is a temple, and the private creator made it a quota, Lan Ruo'. From this we can see that our Lan Ruo Temple was originally built privately, and the founder at that time used the relatively popular name Lan Ruo. However, two hundred years ago, our Lan Ruo Temple had been recognized by the government and was officially granted, and the government also used the name of Lan Ruo Temple. Therefore, although there are many temples called Lan Ruo Temple in the world, Lan Ruo Temple in Jiangzhou is the only one that has been officially recognized. The official monks in the temple will have monk books and certificates."

The little shaman patted his hands and said, "Senior Brother Leju is so great. I went to ask Senior Brother Chen and he couldn't answer. He is a formal monk."

The young monk smiled and said, "Actually, this allusion is recorded in the Sutra Pavilion, but Ye Chen happened to have not read this record."

Xiao Shami said: "But why is Senior Brother Leji not a formal monk?"

The young monk smiled and said, "Why do you have to be a formal monk? I think it's good now."

The yard door opened, brought dust, and a monk ran in.

"Senior Brother Lechen." The little novice monk immediately shouted when he saw the monk.

Compared to the young monk, Le Chen has a much rougher appearance and looks a few years older than the young monk. He said, "Liao Ji, the host is looking for you."

Leji celebrating the eleven rituals and said, "Senior Brother Lechen, what are the hosts asking me for?"

Le Chen replied with a bow and said, "Amitabha Buddha, Zen Master Zhishan and Zen Master Zhiyuan from Baoguang Temple today brought a group of monks to the temple to discuss Buddhism with the elders. Two hours have passed. Before the end, the host asked me to come to you."

Xiaoxia Mi said: "Is the host going to let Senior Brother Li Ji go to rescue the situation? Yes, Senior Brother Li Ji is proficient in Buddhism and has no eloquence. He will definitely help them!"

Le Chen shook his head and said, "The host said that Ye Ji's tea cooking skills are very good. They have been debating Buddhism for a long time and have a little dry mouth. Let him quickly boil some tea to entertain Zen Master Zhishan and the others."

Leji was not disappointed, and smiled and said, "I just drew a bucket of well water, which can be used."

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In the Main Hall, four monks sat opposite each other.

They are the host Yixin and the elder Yiyi of Lanruo Temple. They are opposite them, Zhishan and Zhiyuan of Baoguang Temple.

The elder was wiping the sweat from his forehead, obviously stumped by the question raised by Zhishan.

Yixin presided over the presidency and closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.

The other monks in the hall were very anxious to see.

"Master, elder, Master Zhishan, Master Zhiyuan, you must be thirsty. Please drink tea to relieve your thirst." A clear voice spread throughout the hall and the monks heard it.

I saw a young monk walking in from outside the hall with tea.

The monks in the temple gave way to him one after another, and when he saw him appear, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The monks of Baoguang Temple who followed Zhishan saw that he was just dressed up as a servant and did not take the young monk to heart.

Yixin presided over the meeting, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "The tea is here."

He first took the tea from the young monk, and seemed to be very thirsty, and hurriedly poured the tea into his mouth.

The monks below talked: "Yixin presidency looks very thirsty, has he said a lot?"

"It seems that from the beginning, the elders were just defying them."

"Yes, I remember that's it."

"Well, the host must have taken action when Elder Yiyi couldn't support him."

"No, Elder Yiyi seems to have not spoken for a quarter of an hour. The question asked by Master Zhishan just now was too difficult. Why didn't Yixin preside over the presidency take action?"

While they were muttering, Yixin presided over the board seemed very calm and calm, as if he was in his heart. In fact, Yixin presided over the board's lips were slightly moved at this moment, and he quietly sent a message into the secret: "Send them away, you can not have morning class all day."

The young monk smiled slightly and also sent a voice saying, "Three Days."

Yixin presided over the voice transmission and replied: "If you don't act, you will be gone for a day."

The young monk was quite helpless and had to nod.

He gave tea to Elder Yiyi. Elder Yiyi nodded slightly, took the tea, and sent a message: "I have to rely on you this time."

The young monk nodded slightly.

Zhiyuan was opposite Elder Yiyi, so the young monk first brought tea to him.
Chapter completed!