Chapter 299

Everyone unanimously shouted the Buddha's name. Yang Qian was very low-key and naturally followed the crowd. He clasped his hands and shouted the Buddha's name.

Afterwards, all the courtiers put their hands together in salute to the master, thanked the master Ji Zang for chanting sutras and praying for blessings.

At this time, the young monk came to Yang Qian and saluted Yang Qian with his hands folded. "This almsgiver, young monk Hui Guan is very polite."

Yang Qian stared blankly at the young monk who saluted him. After thinking about it, he returned the salute. "Master, I, Yang Qian, am also polite."

""Everyone looked here with astonishment on their faces. What kind of divine reply was this?

Especially when Yang Guang saw that it was Yang Qian, and when he saw his confused reaction, he couldn't help but get confused. "Master Jizang, this is..."

Ji Zang was also a little curious. When the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty asked questions, he naturally did not dare to neglect him. "Hui Guan, a disciple of the poor monk, has quite a lot of wisdom."

"Do they know each other?"

"Probably not. Huiguan was a native of Goguryeo. He only entered the Sui Dynasty for three or four years, and he has been practicing hard among poor monks."

Hui Guan looked at Yang Qian in confusion. Fortunately, he quickly reacted, collected his mind, and whispered the Buddha's name.

"It turns out to be Donor Yang. The young monk took the liberty to ask Donor Yang, what do you think of the Great Compassion Mantra recited by my master?"

Yang Qian's face turned dark as he looked at this Huiguan. I'm keeping a low profile and trying to grow, but you come here to cause trouble for me. What do you mean?

Seeing that Yang Qian did not answer, Hui Guan asked again without giving up. "Please also ask the donor to inform the young monk."

Yang Qian immediately became happy, he didn’t want to give up, right? “Master’s Dharma is profound, why don’t you just take a guess, Master?”

"" Hui Guan was stunned on the spot, and the veins on his shaved head could not help but stretch.

The dignitaries on the side looked at each other sideways. Li Yuan looked at the son-in-law with a dumbfounded expression, and really didn't know what to say.

"Little Yang Qing's family must not be rude to Monk Huiguan." At this time, the voice of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty came over and fell into Yang Qian's ears.

Yang Qian turned his head in astonishment. What do you mean, I didn't do anything. It was obviously this monk who was looking for trouble, right?

Before Yang Qian could answer Yang Guang, he suddenly felt a neon flashing in his consciousness, and a brand new task was instantly announced in his consciousness.

Mission: Win the praise of Master Jizang and Monk Huiguan. Mission reward: a treasure chest.

System dad, what the hell are you going to do? Can't you just sit there and do it, do you have to jump out at this time to perform a showy operation?

"Little Yang Qing? Why are you so stunned when I talk to you?" Yang Guang is not happy. I am the great Emperor of the Sui Dynasty. I am talking to you, and you, a little brat, are just standing there in a daze. What do you mean?

Yang Qian sighed quietly and could only take two steps forward, bowed to Yang Guang and replied.

"Your Majesty, I have no intention of being rude to Master Huiguan. It's just that I have never studied Buddhist scriptures, so I just asked Master Huiguan's question. I really don't know how to answer."

"When I listened to the sutras recited by Master Jizang, I felt like I had some enlightenment and felt deeply in my heart."

"Oh?" Huiguan was immediately happy. I saw you looking around and wandering north and south with your own eyes. Do you think I am blind if you still have some enlightenment and feelings?

"May I ask Donor Yang, how do you feel? Can you speak frankly."

Yang Guang was also curious, stroking his thick beard and looking at Yang Qian with a look of anticipation.

"Yang didn't know how to explain it. He only knew that after listening to Master Jizang's sutra teachings, he was so inspired that he wrote a poem."

"???" In an instant, there was deathly silence on the high platform of the dragon boat. Even Yang Guang was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Master Huiguan is completely confused, as if he can't find the right direction in life. I'm talking about Buddhist scriptures with you, and you're talking about poetry to me?

"You haven't studied Buddhist scriptures and don't understand Buddhist principles, but after listening to Master Jizang's recitation, you actually got the inspiration to write a poem? Mr. Yang Xiaolang, I am convinced, hahaha."

Yu Wenshu, an old man, burst out laughing with joy in his misfortune. With this old man taking the lead, many nobles and dignitaries could not hold back their laughter.

Li Yuan was about to speak unhappily. However, Master Jizang stood up and walked to Yang Qian, looking at this handsome young gentleman with great interest.

However, Master Ji Zang's actions caused everyone's noise to stop, and even Yang Guang stood up with a puzzled look on his face.

Master Ji Zang whispered the Buddha's name and smiled at Yang Qian, who was secretly beating the drum in his heart. "Listening to the sutra is interesting and brings out inspiration. I wonder if little donor Yang can recite it so that I can enjoy it?"

Yang Guang also walked over with a step that he did not recognize his relatives, which was very meaningful.

"Yes, I want to hear it too. Xiao Yangqing's family must not let me and the master down."

Yang Qian respectfully accepted the order, then waved his sleeves leisurely, and his voice had the rhythm of ethereal Zen singing.

“The bamboo shadow sweeps the steps without leaving a trace, and the moon passes through the river without leaving a trace.

The water flow is always calm despite the emergency, and the flowers fall frequently and the mind is at ease."

After reciting, Yang Qian bowed to the Emperor Yang Guang, then bowed to Master Ji Zang and Monk Na Huiguan, and stood still on the spot.

Yang Guang let out a sigh, and his eyes fell on the steps covered with petals not far from his feet.

But he saw the long bamboo shadow wearing a flag swaying on the steps. Turning his eyes again, he saw the moon reflected on the river. For a moment, Yang Guang couldn't help but feel a little crazy.

The gentle smile on Master Ji Zang's face gradually faded away, replaced by a look of solemnity and solemnity.

Hui Guan beside him was even more miserable, his face turned green and white, and he repeatedly recited Yang Qian's poems.

Yu Wenshu, who was laughing proudly, suddenly turned stiff. Yes, this is a poem, and it is definitely a good poem.

But this poem is full of Zen. How does it look like it was written by a high-spirited young man?

Shouldn't such a poem come from the mouth of a great monk like Master Jizang?

The movement and stillness in the poems seem to be in perfect harmony. Each sentence describes the world and artistic conception of tranquility.

After a long time, Master Ji Zang suddenly shouted the Buddha's name and looked at Yang Qian with more and more eager eyes.

"The dust does not move, Yue Wuhen's heart is extremely calm, nothing more than this. I have learned the lesson."

Seeing Master Ji Zang actually saluting him solemnly, Yang Qian was so frightened that he jumped to the side and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Master, please don't say such words. Your modesty is just an occasional feeling, and you don't deserve Master's courtesy."

However, Master Ji Zang still looked at Yang Qian eagerly with his eyes, showed a kind smile, and said pleasantly. "It seems that little donor Yang is destined to be my Buddha. I wonder if he would like to practice Buddhism with me?"

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