Tian Yuan

Chapter 2063 Abbot, Farewell

It is obvious that Chen Qingyuan is trying to maintain order for the Buddhist sect. Anyone who dares to cause trouble would be slapping Chen Qingyuan in the face and would have to bear the consequences themselves.

In this world today, there are only a few people who have the ability to slap Chen Qingyuan in the face.

Except for Mu Cangyan on the other side, everyone else is on good terms with Chen Qingyuan.

Chen Qingyuan stood here, like an ancient bell that guarded the world, extremely majestic and motionless.

When he appears, no one dares to act presumptuously.

The powerful bowed, and the younger ones kowtowed.

Tens of thousands of monks gathered here, and after expressing their gratitude to Chen Qingyuan, they began the solemn ceremony for the Buddhist disciple to take over as abbot.

After two hours, the ceremony ended.

The Buddhist disciple stood in the deepest part of the hall, with Buddha's light all over his body, as if the Buddha had descended to the earth, possessing the great power to purify all evil in the world. His eyes were bright and wise, as if connected to the Western Paradise.

He was wearing a light black robe covered with dense Buddhist patterns.

This cassock was prepared by the Buddhist sect thousands of years ago. It was made from several pieces of Bodhi leaves with a strong Buddhist flavor, and then forged by the old monk himself. It incorporates many precious items, including the relics of ancient monks.

A treasure of merit, blessing the Dharma. Wearing this special cassock, the strength of the Buddha's disciples increased by at least 30%.

"Abbott!"

Led by the three Zen masters, all the monks moved in unison, bowed to the Buddha and chanted in unison.

The Buddhist holds a string of eighteen Buddhist beads in his hand. Each bead looks the same at a glance, but they are different upon closer inspection and contain deep meanings.

He accepted the monks' worship with an expressionless face.

He did not feel the slightest bit of joy about taking over the position of abbot.

"Amitabha."

The Buddhist son murmured that from this moment on his life would undergo a great change, and he had a heavy responsibility and could not afford to be negligent in any way.

Under the gaze of many powerful people, the inauguration ceremony of the new abbot was successfully completed.

From today on, Buddha's son has become a thing of the past.

Somewhere in the hall, Chen Qingyuan watched this scene quietly. There was no one within a thousand feet radius.

Even though there were many powerful people who wanted to talk to Chen Qingyuan, they didn't have the courage to get close.

Looking at the Buddhist in black robes, Chen Qingyuan's heart ached slightly. In a voice that only he could hear, he said, "When I first met you, you were full of vigor and vitality. But now, you are like a bodhi tree, no longer disturbed by worldly thoughts, and have lost the emotional fluctuations that a person should have."

I still remember the feast of all meridians back then.

When he was young, the Buddhist disciple crossed the chaotic sea by himself and came to the feast. When he appeared, the powerful people from all sides changed color and were very afraid of him, and dared not provoke him.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Buddhist disciple at that time was invincible among his peers. Even Chen Qingyuan and a group of top monsters were no match for him.

The Buddhist disciple participated in the Banquet of a Hundred Meridians and received a task from the old monk. He made friends with Chen Qingyuan and protected him.

"At that time, you were surrounded by a group of female disciples from Lihua Palace, and you seemed a little overwhelmed."

The grudges between Lihua Palace and Buddhism are needless to say. As the disciple of the old monk, the Buddhist was surrounded by women and could only recite scriptures, feeling helpless.

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

The past is like smoke, too painful to look back on.

"I hope you won't lose yourself and still remember who you are."

Chen Qingyuan kept staring at the Buddhist disciples deep inside the hall, and said in his heart.

Chen Qingyuan hopes that one day in the future, he can still sit with old friends, drink tea, talk about the past, and laugh about the world.

"Farewell."

After the ceremony, Chen Qingyuan had no reason to stay in the Buddhist sect. Before leaving, he still said hello to the Buddhist disciples.

After hearing this message, the Buddhist looked at Chen Qingyuan's position and moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something. However, when the words came to his lips, he gave up, and his face did not show any emotion, and he remained silent.

It was not until Chen Qingyuan left that the people present felt the pressure suddenly relieved. They trembled a few times and were filled with fear.

The strong men from all sides exchanged a few polite words with the Buddhists and then turned and left.

The old monk passed away, and a lot of things were waiting for the new abbot to deal with.

Buddhism must be as stable as Mount Tai, otherwise the balance of the East will be broken, the consequences will be extremely serious, and the number of casualties will be measured in billions.

However, Chen Qingyuan showed up today, no matter what powerful existence was hidden in the East, they didn't have the courage to cause any trouble. Unless these guys wanted to be saved directly.

Furthermore, Buddhism has something that can intimidate everyone.

Imperial weapon Buddha's hand!

This thing cannot be moved lightly. Besides, the old monk is dead. With the current strength of Buddhism, no one can control it in a short period of time.

Even a Buddhist disciple cannot unleash the true power of the Imperial Weapon Buddha's Hand.

Unless the fundamental foundation of Buddhism is consumed.

Buddhism would not have gone to this step unless it was absolutely necessary.

The merits accumulated by countless sages should benefit the world and protect more lives. It is best not to waste them on the Imperial Soldier Buddha's Hand.

Although he left the Buddhist temple, Chen Qingyuan still stayed in this area.

"Based on my understanding of the old monk, even if he failed to survive, he shouldn't have passed away so soon."

Chen Qingyuan always had some doubts in his heart about the old monk's death.

Nirvana is real, and the relics are also real.

However, there must be some unknown secrets.

The reason why Chen Qingyuan had this guess was because he asked a Zen master and learned what the old monk had said before he passed away.

The contents explained are all related to Buddhism, for example: how to balance the various forces in the East, matters presided over by Buddhist disciples, strengthening the restrictions of the Sutra Repository, the subsequent development of Buddhism, etc.

They talked about a lot, but the only person they didn't mention was Liu Nansheng from Lihua Palace.

"He is not a heartless person."

Chen Qingyuan has known the old monk for many years and knows what kind of person he is.

Before his death, he didn't leave anything for Liu Nansheng, not even a single word.

This is very normal in the eyes of Buddhist monks. They think that the old monk's Buddhism has reached the supreme realm and he has long seen through the world and let go of everything.

"If he had mentioned it once, he would have truly let it go. In the end, he said nothing, but his obsession was deep."

Others could not understand the clues, but Chen Qingyuan could catch them.

That's why he didn't stay away from the Buddhist territory, but hid in a corner, wanting to watch for a while longer.

In fact, Chen Qingyuan had a guess in his mind, but this matter still needed to be verified.

Hide in the void and wait patiently.

The third year of the Great Emperor's new calendar.

Since the old Buddhist monk passed away, nothing major has happened in the world.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan had been in the East for three years.

In the past few years, he has been looking for any unusual signs of the old monk's death, while secretly protecting Buddhism.

If there are people who are not afraid of death and insist on taking advantage of the Buddhist sect's weakness, then Chen Qingyuan will tell the world what thunderous wrath is.

Fortunately, everything is fine in Buddhism and there is no external intrusion.

"Am I overthinking it?"

Three years later, Chen Qingyuan still hadn't discovered anything strange about the old monk. At this moment, he began to doubt himself.