I don't know how many years ago.
Shitian had already founded the great Buddhist temple, and his accomplishments were very high, but he only accepted two disciples, so many people came here to become monks.
But Shi Tian is very stubborn, and the criteria for choosing apprentices are very strange. Many excellent young children are turned away from the door. Instead, they accept an ordinary man who is blind. That is Yuan Ming, the third apprentice of Shi Tian.
Yuan Ming was born mediocre and had a disability when he was born with two eyes, so he was not even an ordinary person. The most important thing is that his cultivation talent was also very poor. After several years of cultivation, he still lingered in the state of monthly servant.
After this spread, it soon caused the dissatisfaction of many big family children, and they came to seek advice one after another, hoping to replace Yuanming.
However, Shi Tian's temper is not so good. Many people leave after being taught a lesson, but a little doll named Hua Feng is still shouting after being beaten black and blue.
Hua Feng was born in a big family at that time. When he was only 15 years old, he had the cultivation of the seven stars and the moon. At that time, he was regarded as the son of heaven.
He wanted to be a disciple of Shitian, especially when he thought that Yuanming could succeed.
After three years of entanglement, Shi Tian finally gave Hua Feng a chance.
That night, Shi Tian put him into the big Buddhist temple and made a pot of good tea for Hua Feng himself. Tea is naturally a good tea, but if you drink too much, you lose your taste.
He drank with Shitian for three days and three nights, but Shitian didn't mention anything about the apprenticeship. No matter how Hua Feng asked, Shitian always laughed and didn't say a word. At the same time, he poured a bowl of tea for Hua Feng to drink.
Hua Feng was young and vigorous at that time. Originally, he worshipped his master for his talent. He thought he was going to succeed. Unexpectedly, he drank tea all the time. How could he endure this kind of torture.
So his patience was getting worse and worse. When Shi Tian poured him the 1632nd bowl of tea, he finally couldn't stand it.
"If you don't accept it, you won't accept it. Why do you play tricks on me like that?"
Later, Hua Feng did something that he regretted all his life. He even mentioned Shitian's teapot and threw it into the sky.
At that time, Shi Tian didn't have any anger. Instead, he showed a smile.
"I'm Shitian's Apprentice. I value fate the most. Since you've thrown away my teapot, you can get it back. On the day you get it back, you are my fourth apprentice."
At that time, Hua Feng was very excited and immediately went in the direction of the missing teapot.
He was not afraid of the teapot flying away, because even if he searched the whole continent, he could find it.
He was not afraid of the teapot breaking, because even if the teapot was glued together, he would worship Shitian as his teacher.
However, to Hua Feng's surprise, his search lasted for a hundred years, until Shi Tian was besieged by many strong men and died, and he did not find the teapot.
However, after so many years of training, Hua Feng's accomplishments have been greatly improved, and his domineering character has also been tempered. He has become a strong man that the whole continent looks up to.
Later, Hua Feng came to Dafo temple and became an ordinary monk. Unexpectedly, he found the tea set left by Shi Tian without a teapot in Yuanming.
Since then, Hua Feng has kept this set of tea bowls, and the teapot engraved with Sanskrit has become his eternal regret.
Hua Feng is today's abbot, the old monk.
After hearing this story, Xiang Yu was filled with emotion. He didn't expect that this strange old monk had such a story with Shi Tian. The most important thing is that he was still the abbot of today's great Buddhist temple!
Xiang Yu can't imagine how there could be such a talkative and wordy Abbot in such a grand Buddhist temple.
at this time, the old monk was still sad, because the previous story made him think of the death of Shi Tian and the regret that he had not been able to worship him all his life.
Xiang Yu didn't dare to disturb him either, so he could only wait for him.
Unconsciously, at dawn, Xiang Yu was a little worried about the safety of Xiang ningshuang's daughters, so he carefully said: "master, you know everything, and I have found you the teapot that has been lost for hundreds of years. Can I go back? The final selection of Buddha is about to start"
the old monk glared at Xiang Yu, put down the teapot and said seriously: "No, my old man is still in a bad mood. Only when he knows the truth of the Little Buddha bead can he be in a good mood. Otherwise, you will be here all the time, and you won't think about the selection of Buddha!"
Xiang Yu's face is full of bitterness. He didn't expect that an abbot was so unreasonable. The event of selecting Buddhists can't compare with his mood.
however, Xiang Yu's heart is very sure that he won't say anything about fengxiaoman's gaining the utmost strength. He can't put this simple girl in danger for his own sake.
Although Xiang Yu knows that with the old monk's character, he won't do anything to fengxiaoman, but it's hard to ensure that this matter will be known by those who want to know it. The more he disperses at that time, fengxiaoman will be in danger. It's not easy to be watched by many strong people.
As time went by, the sun soon rose into the sky, and the sun gradually shone into the quiet courtyard and extended to the stone table.When a ray of sunlight shines on the Sanskrit tea bowl and teapot, there is a sudden fragrance of tea around.
You know, that pot of tea had been drunk by the old monk for a long time. It's really strange that the fragrance of tea still appears at the moment.
Of course, Xiang Yu was not alone. The old monk's nose was very smart. After sniffing hard, he reached for the teapot.
As soon as he touched the teapot, a golden light bloomed, and then a golden curtain was put on top of the teapot in early summer, with hundreds of complicated Sanskrit written in small black characters.
Xiang Yu didn't know much about Sanskrit. He only knew that it was a Buddhist Scripture or a Buddhist skill. But the old monk had been in the great Buddhist temple for hundreds of years, and he was also the abbot. He was the most senior monk, so he knew Sanskrit very well.
When he saw Sanskrit on the screen, he never left his eyes, as if he had been sucked on it.
Xiang Yu knows that when sunshine, teapot, teabowl and Hua Feng get together, they must activate a prohibition that Shi Tian left many years ago, that is, the golden curtain that just appeared.
There is no doubt that the Sanskrit on the curtain is also left by Shitian.
Considering that he has acquired the Buddhist and Leili power of Shitian and the inheritance of his memory, Xiang Yu also forces himself to read the raw Sanskrit, and even if he doesn't understand it, he stares at it as much as possible.
Unconsciously, Xiang Yu seemed to see Sanskrit moving. They seemed to become little monks, demonstrating all kinds of strange movements, and floated into the Buddha statues in Xiang Yu's body one by one, and the Buddha statues were getting bigger and bigger.
In the secret place of sinking Buddha, the Buddha has swallowed the golden beads, so it has grown up a lot, but it is still a little far away from the ghost statue.
This is not surprising, because the appearance of the ghost image is the accumulation of the Black Lotus, the dark rose and the infinite corpse Qi in the tomb of the Yin emperor. It can be said that it is the qualitative change caused by quantitative change, and its strength can be imagined.
The Buddha statue only obtained the inheritance of Shitian, and most of the ultimate power absorbed was left by Shitian, so it was difficult to compete with the ghost statue.
But this time, after absorbing the curtain, the Buddha statues grew a little bit stronger. Those Sanskrit words seemed to contain many extreme forces, which made the Buddha "eat a full meal".
I don't know how long after that, the curtain dissipated and the teapot on the stone table broke. The old monk took a deep breath and knelt down on the ground.
"Master, disciple, thank you, master!"