Chapter 1319： 1319 monks gathered

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The eleventh sound!

"how?"

When the bell rang again, this moment, the first day the monk suddenly got up, an accident appeared on his face, and shock!

What the eleventh sound represents, he is very clear that if he was just guessing, then he can be 100% sure at the moment that the person who comes is definitely a heavenly human existence!

Because, even if the Chinese leaders visited in person, Zhong Ming only shocked the tenth time. Outside, the Bra Palace called it the highest ritual. In fact, even some new monks have always been naive Thinks that the tenth sound of the bell tower is the end.

In fact, the older generation of monks know that there is an eleventh sound above ten!

This eleventh sound, only a few people have enjoyed it in the past, for example, the first person in China, You Changan.

Of course, as the identity of You Changan, you can naturally get the twelve highest ceremonies, but at that time You Changan was only visiting Tian Gangxiu, and you can only enjoy ten sounds.

The reason why the bell rings eleven is to consider the identity of the runner of Changan III.

The four great monks suddenly got up, their faces were solemn, and even the little living Buddha opened his eyes, his eyes showing a strange color: "Is he? I can feel that he is stronger than at that time."

"Who?"

The four great monks looked at the little living Buddha for the first time.

The little living Buddha avoided answering, just fiddled with the beads, the four monks frowned one by one, faintly aware of what.

Boom!

"Oh my god!"

Originally, everyone thought that the bell would stop at the eleventh, and even tourists had jokes, thinking that it should have been ten bells before, but the little lama who struck the bell may have drunk high, and most of them had a bit.

But until the twelfth sound, these tourists, one by one, showed shocking colors. They looked at Yang Ning subconsciously, and secretly said that these twelve bells should ring, just for this goods?

For a time, countless people had all kinds of guesses in their minds, but for these people's complicated thoughts, Yang Ning was not interested in guessing. When the twelfth bell sounded, he finally walked this road of walking on the cloud.

Looking at the main palace of Bra in front of him, Yang Ning ignored the weird eyes of these people around him and walked straight towards the main hall.

"Don't leave, please." Master Kong Zhi came trotting and respectfully said: "Please see the donor..."

Looking in the hands of Master Kong Zhi, I saw that not far away, there were more than a dozen lamas trotting in a large step.

"The donor, please."

When these lamas came, Master Kong Zhi immediately said.

"Sit up?" Yang Ning pointed curiously to the step in front of him.

"Yes, the donor." Master Kong Zhi nodded.

"There are a lot of rules in Bragong." Yang Ning muttered a few words, then took off his shoes, and immediately a monk helped to pick up the custody, and Yang Ning sat on the walk on his knees.

Feeling a little swaying underneath, frankly speaking, sitting in this step is quite uncomfortable, it might be better to stand and walk. Is this a kind of etiquette for welcoming guests at the Palazzo?

Yang Ning pinched his chin, thinking curiously. At this moment, these lamas carried their paces and did not go to the main hall of the Bra Palace, but went in the other direction. According to Master Kong Zhi, it was called there. Xiaoling Mountain is a place where many old monks retreat.

Xiaoling Mountain, a big tone!

However, when he really entered this mountain, Yang Ning immediately smelled a refreshing breath, and this mountain, regardless of whether it was seen from a distance or from a distance, reveals a little spirituality, which is worthy of the name.

At the entrance of the mountain, there were at least a hundred old lamas sitting cross-legged on both sides of the passage. They were closing their eyes and chanting. They flicked the beads hanging in their hands from time to time, and opened their eyes when the walk came close.

"The poor monk, Sang Ding, dare to ask the donor's name..."

On the first day, the monk was already waiting here. In the past, he had broken his arm. Now the sleeve on the right is hanging down, and he only salutes with his left hand. Suddenly, he was stunned.

He knew Yang Ning, to be precise, for Yang Ning, he could never forget it at any time!

"Master Sang Ding, don't come unharmed, we meet again." Yang Ning jumped up with a smile.

"The donor is memorable."

When he saw Yang Ning's first glance, Sang Ding's pupil shrank sharply, and he almost screamed.

Because he couldn't see through Yang Ning, and with his strength not far from the unity of heaven and man, he couldn't see Yang Ning's reality!

"The descendants of the undefeated people are indeed awesome." After a while, Sang Ding took a deep breath: "Ashamed... Ashamed..."

The undefeated person in Sang Ding's mouth refers to Cao Qiushui. For Sang Ding, Yang Ning's progress can be described as terrifying to him, but since Yang Ning's previous life was Cao Qiushui, he can understand it, To be honest, for Yang Ning's talent for squeezing the past and present, even if he hasn't made waves in his mind for many years, he has also produced a trace of jealousy.

"The donor has recently given way to the temple to give prosperity. The donor, please, the poor monk has ordered the monks in the monastery to prepare tea and melon fruits." Sang Ding said softly.

"Thank you Master."

Regardless of Sang Ding's style in the past, Yang Ning has no interest in being hostile too much in his current position. This time, he has his own intentions.

"Qingyunzi?" When passing by the little living Buddha, Yang Ning couldn't help asking curiously, because he happened to understand the wooden sign on the little living Buddha's neck. The Tibetan language on it said Qingyunzi.

"This is the law of the monk's previous life."

The little living Buddha smiled and explained that both his look and his eyes were as clear as water, without any trace of impurities.

"Actually, Qingyunzi is very good." Yang Ning smiled.

"Since the donor said so, then in this life, the little monk used the previous law, named Qingyunzi." The little living Buddha nodded with a smile.

"I just talk casually, you don't have to care too much." Yang Ning was a little embarrassed.

"This is fate, not only the fate of the Buddha, but also the fate of the little monk and the donor." After the little living Buddha finished speaking, he flicked the beads in his hand: "The little monk will start today with the name of Qingyunzi."

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In the welcoming room of the courtyard, Yang Ning looked at the decor of the surroundings curiously. Of course, there was no lack of enthusiasm in the dark. There was no way. The materials used here were all precious scarce wood. Every piece of wood was put on the black market. , Can be sold for a large price, at the moment used as a pillar to support, there is indeed such a bit of tyranny.

However, the thought of the Brah Palace ushered in a large number of pilgrims every day, with countless sesame oil money, Yang Ning also had to sigh, people are rich and wealthy, and they are self-willed.

After taking a sip of clear tea, Sang Ding asked: "Don't know, I don't know if it's coming today, is there something important?"

"I said it, you can't desperately follow me." Yang Ning looked at Sang Ding very seriously.

"The donor please say that if the temple can do it, it must be satisfied with the donor." Sang Ding's tone was calm.

"Then I can really say that." Yang Ning added another sentence, seeing Sang Ding nodded, and then looked at the little living Buddha not far away.

At first, the little living Buddha just smiled back, but gradually, his face was embarrassed, and even somehow, he couldn't help but ask: "Is the matter in the mouth of the donor related to the little monk?"

"Yes." Yang Ning nodded, then said: "I want to take you away, don't know if you want to?"

"What!" Sang Ding suddenly stood up, not only him, but even the four great monks sitting not far away stood up suddenly.

The atmosphere seemed a bit tense for a while, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Would the masters be angry?"

"Amitabha…"

Sang Ding and the four great monks all chanted the trumpet in a low voice, but their faces were all a little unnatural, obviously in a state of anger.

Instead, the little living Buddha tilted his head and thought for a while before asking: "I don't know where the donor wants to take the little monk?"