Chapter 468

When he ran to the cliff temple on the mountain at one go, the directors of the two provincial Buddhist associations, void and huijue, were there, as well as a bunch of large and small deja vu monks and officials. Among them, a short man with a rich appearance was speaking. It seemed that he should be the leader of the provincial Buddhist Association.

"Master Zhichan is a layman disciple of Shaolin and an elder of the Zhizi generation. He is very good for the communication between Shennong mountain and the Buddhist circles of North and South Shaolin..."

It seems that master Fang Guozhi, the only leader of the Zen temple, can't give him a good chance to burn the fossil, but it doesn't seem that master Fang Guozhi can't give him another chance. There are so many masters in South Shaolin. They just want to listen to the wisdom Zen master. It is said that North Shaolin has also sent someone. The master is so old that he still makes money to support himself, and the precipice temple is so small. It's very unfair to him. "

Fang Qi brazenly blew the old man Zhichan. All the monks in South Shaolin stood up and gave him a big gift: "protect the Dharma!"

Don't mention that the leader is stunned. Even the void and the group of officials and monks are very confused. "Dharma protection" is a sign of a special identity in religion, that is to say, Fang Qi has a very unusual relationship with Buddhism. Moreover, such an old monk can do big gifts. Even if he sees the abbot and the leader, he may not have such courtesy.

The chairman of the board of directors was stunned and responded with a smile and stretched out his hand: "are you Fang Qi? Ah, you are so famous. You are the name most mentioned by the leaders at the meeting. It's an honor to see you. " Look at the monks in the South Shaolin, "I don't know how he is called the Dharma protector?"

The abbot of Futian Temple explained: "several years ago, before the master sat down, he told a group of disciples in the temple that the great Dharma protector would come to the temple one year and one month and let us have a good reception. The Dharma protector arrived as scheduled. What the master said is true."

All the important words and deeds of the eminent monk were recorded. The abbots of the other temples knew about it and echoed: "that's what the teacher said. Now I want to come to him. The old man is really very accurate." In fact, apart from the abbot of Futian temple and zhizen monk, few people can see that Fang Qi is shrouded in Buddha light. Even old beans just feel very close.

This group of people listened to him with wonder, but they couldn't say anything. They came to salute him one after another. It was the monk who had to perform the disciple ceremony, while ordinary people scrambled to learn from the monk and shake hands with him.

Fang Qi smiled: "don't be polite. I'm a layman. I don't like red tape and vulgar etiquette most. You continue the meeting. I'll just listen. " Then he sat down beside him.

The chairman of the board of directors and the empty monk knew that the master was not easy to do. It was true that Zhichan was a high generation. However, after all, he was a foreign monk. He wanted to rely on him to seek some benefits for the province and have a voice in the country, but he must not let him run away. He was reluctant to let the girl catch the golden wolf.

Thinking of this, he coughed, "Er, in fact, this is why we invited everyone to come this time. Mage Zhichan has made great contributions to our province. Last time they observed the sky at night, they found the Buddha finger relic on the site of Lingyun temple. When we came here, we had held a seminar and proposed that master zhizen be the first abbot of Lingyun temple and the vice president of the provincial Buddhist Association, so as to make preparations for the Buddhist sacred ceremony held in August. "

The people applauded together, and the vice president of vanity added: "our association will immediately report to the civil affairs department for approval. We should also do a national grand Dharma meeting in Lingyun temple."

Fang Qi knew that it was a temporary decision. If there were not so many heavyweights in South Shaolin, who would be the host? Anyway, it's certain that it won't be small. It is impossible to preside over a national ceremony without considerable qualifications. It's well deserved to let old Zhichan be the abbot of Lingyun temple. It's not an injustice to him.

Everyone is happy now. I'm afraid it's not easy for monks like South Shaolin to move away from Zhichan. Lingyun temple is positioned as a provincial temple in the province, and the level is quite high. It is also for the North Shaolin monks who are coming to pay a visit. Our province has affirmed the noble status of zhizen master.

The monks in South Shaolin wanted to congratulate the old man zhizen one after another. Zhizen was happy and carefree. He said quietly: "I still want to thank the leaders of the provincial Buddhist Association and you for your love. I have lived for so many years and I have seen a lot of trouble in the world. In today's peaceful and prosperous era, we should carry forward the Buddha Dharma and make some efforts for the country and the people."

Ho, the old man is a forced criminal. The teacher is good enough. If he is placed on the cliff and his clothes and beard are flowing, others really think he is an immortal.

The next day, more than ten older monks came to North Shaolin. North Shaolin is different from South Shaolin. They pay more attention to the inheritance relationship. Of course, they also have to check the keepsakes of Zhichan in those years. It doesn't mean that you know Shaolin Kung Fu. Even if you are a member of Shaolin clan, you must have the Abbot's calligraphy ultimatum. Of course, they have also checked the records in this temple to prove that this person does exist.

A dozen old monks knelt down to pay homage, because zhizen monk was a layman disciple of North Shaolin. His master was the abbot of the temple at that time and the last recorded Zen master who would meet qilinbu and one finger zen. Now there is another inheritor. The whole North Shaolin nature temple is a sensation. He vowed to invite the wise Zen master back.

It's noisy here. They have a full day's activities and visited the reconstruction site of Lingyun temple. Fang Qi and Miao Miao didn't participate in the religious recognition ceremony. They went down the mountain directly to the hospital to see a doctor. The matter on the mountain ended on the third day.

Finally, it was decided that the north and South Shaolin monks would be one and go to Shenzhen to jointly solve the matter of Jiugong grave. Officer Yang, they are even happier. Unexpectedly, they invited so many people to help boxing, but they are still worried. These people are abbots and abbots of each temple. If there are three long and two short, it is a big event. Call and report to the leader. The leader also said that he had made careful arrangements. Just don't make mistakes along the way.

On the fourth day, they drove a dozen cars to the provincial capital and took a plane to Shenzhen. When they got off the plane, the police sent a large number of people to escort them to their hotel. The Buddhist Association here naturally sent people to receive. The hotel vacated a large room as a temporary command room for the police to work.

Fang Qi was afraid that there would be something wrong. He and Miao Miao sneaked into the house of old Zhichan at night, "Hey, old man, how many bald people can work?"

The old bean on one side was used to Fang Qi's banter and didn't care. The old man Zhichan slowly opened his eyes: "Dharma protector, there are many people who can let them do things. Dharma is for others to see, and you work!"