Chapter 1687

"Brother, this boy is really arrogant. He dares to come to our Buddhist Mountain to make trouble and pretend to be a Buddhist. He must have ulterior motives. It is better to catch him. Even if his master Leng Feiyan comes, our Buddhist sect is completely right!"

"That's right, brother. Tianyan Sword Sect has repeatedly embarrassed our Buddhist sect. This time we have the opportunity, we must not let it go!"

"This kid broke into our Buddhist forbidden area. Even if we kill him, Tianyan Sword Sect can't say anything!"

Several abbots talked to each other and persuaded the white-bearded monk to severely punish Lin Jichen.

However, the white-bearded monk shook his head in disappointment and said to them: "We always say that we can become Buddhas by putting down our butcher knives, but when it comes to you, why can't you do it?"

Zhiyuan and others were speechless and embarrassed.

The white-bearded monk then said to Zhiyuan: "Although the Tianyan Sword Sect had a grudge with your Tianyin Temple in the past, Jingyi once told me that the fault was not with the Sword Sect, but with Tianyin Temple. It was you who did not do well and wanted to poach disciples, which led to Leng Feiyan's revenge."

Zhiyuan's face turned red, and he quickly explained: "It was this kid who stole my Buddhist secrets first!"

The white-bearded monk asked back: "I remember that the secret book had been lost long ago, so how could he have stolen it? He just found it by accident, and learned it without a teacher, which means that he did not steal, but has a strong Buddhist root. He learned it right away. From this point of view, the secret technique is meant for him, isn't it? "

"This..."

Zhiyuan was completely speechless, so he had to bite the bullet and nodded reluctantly: "Brother is right."

The white-bearded monk didn't care about it anymore, but cast his eyes on Lin Jichen again, smiling and said: "Mr. Lin, can you write off the grudges between you and my Buddhist sect for my sake?"

Lin Jichen couldn't help but agree. He was worried about how to get out of the Fotan Conference after sneaking into it. Now someone gave him a way out, and he must take advantage of it.

So he agreed immediately, patted his chest and said: "No problem, revenge will never end, I have never been a grudge, the past is over, in fact, I still like to make friends with Buddhists, Chu Hongling from Cihang Jingan is my good friend, I also taught those female disciples in Cihang Jingan!"

The white-bearded monk laughed dumbly and said: "This Buddhist sect is also willing to be friends with the donor."

Lin Jichen was delighted and took the opportunity to slip away, saying: "In this case, I will not disturb you for a meeting, Master, I will take my leave first, and we will talk another day."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but was stopped by the white-bearded monk.

"Donor Lin, don't be anxious."

Lin Jichen stopped halfway, turned back and asked with a wry smile: "Master, is your Dharma name called 'Mo Ji' or 'Jie Zao'?"

The white-bearded monk was not annoyed, but explained patiently and kindly: "No, no, my Dharma name is Xuankong, and I am the abbot of Putuo Temple. I asked you to stop because there are still things to deal with and the cause and effect to be resolved."

"Uh? What else?" Lin Jichen asked doubtfully.

Xuankong smiled meaningfully and said: "The previous grudges will be written off with you by the Buddhist sect, but today you pretended to be a disciple of my Buddhist sect, trespassed into the Buddhist Dao Mountain, and disrupted the Buddha Tan Conference. I can't turn a blind eye to it. It is reasonable to give us an explanation for our Buddhist sect, right?"

Lin Jichen's face was bitter when he heard it, and his eyes stared at Xuankong, saying: "Master, you have already discovered that I am pretending, right?"

Xuankong did not deny it, but smiled knowingly.

Lin Jichen sighed helplessly. He knew that this old man was not so easy to fool. He was in trouble now.

He could only say frankly: "Let's not beat around the bush. This time, I was rude. I didn't expect that your Fodao Mountain is more powerful than the Shudao Mountain in my hometown. It was wrong for me to break in. I accept the punishment and have no complaints."

Hearing this, Zhiyuan and his disciples and many Buddhist disciples all smiled gloatingly, waiting to see Lin Jichen's joke.

Xuankong was straightforward and directly stated the punishment for Lin Jichen: "It's very simple. You just need to stay in Fodao Mountain, copy the Prajna Sutra 100 times, and help me answer a few Buddhist confusions, and the matter will be over."

Lin Jichen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it. It shouldn't be a difficult task to copy the Buddhist scriptures 100 times.

As for answering his Buddhist confusion, it should be simple. Just make up a few random sentences to fool him.

"No problem, I am willing to accept it."

Xuan Kong smiled even more when he heard this, and said: "That's great, since Mr. Lin has agreed, then I will allow you to continue to participate in our sect's meeting. After it's over, I will take you to receive punishment."

Lin Ji Chen was also single when he heard this. He would be in solitary confinement anyway, so he might as well stay here and wait until the meeting is over. He can also find out the news about Jingyi Shen Ni..

So he returned to his seat and sat down openly, as if he was really back home.

However, Shengyuan and the others were not angry, but seemed to be holding back a smirk, which made Lin Jichen a little puzzled.

He secretly asked a Buddhist practitioner next to him, "Brother, how many words are there in the Prajna Sutra that the master said?"

The Buddhist practitioner replied with a fake smile: "Not many, not many, just over 1.3 million words."

Lin Jichen was dumbfounded on the spot, damn, over 1.3 million words? Copy it a hundred times, wouldn't it be over 130 million words? ? ? ?

Damn it! How long will it take to copy it?

According to his normal writing speed, even if he copied it 24 hours a day, he could only write a few hundred thousand words a day at most.

One hundred million words would take at least a thousand days to copy, which means at least three years?

Oh my god!

This three years of imprisonment!

Who can bear this!

Lin Jichen wanted to turn hostile on the spot, but he didn't expect that Zhiyuan and others were just discussing the punishment for Jingyi Shenni, which temporarily diverted his attention.

"Brother, Sister Jingyi's Taoism is unstable, which has caused her own strength to decline seriously, and she is on the verge of collapse. Moreover, she has indulged her disciples many times and has not disciplined them strictly. I think it is better to let Sister Jingyi step down as the head of the nunnery for the time being and go into seclusion to recuperate."

Xuankong did not rush to express his opinion, but said lightly: "Then please ask Sister Jingyi to come out and explain it to you face to face."

Zhiyuan agreed quickly, and then gave the order.

Not long after, another figure appeared in the center of the hall, it was Jingyi Shenni.

Seeing her appear, Lin Jichen was a little surprised. The Jingyi Shenni, who was graceful and holy, now looked a little bleak and sick.

She looked like an ordinary nun in the mortal world, without the demeanor of the head of the Cihang Jingan Temple.

Lin Jichen couldn't help but be shocked. What kind of life and death did Jingyi Shenni experience? How could she change so much...