Creation Color Master

In the magnificent hall, there are arhats on the left and right. If you count carefully, there are six arhats on each side. In the middle, a Buddha is sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus, with one hand making a Dharma seal and the other holding a Dharma seal.

Below, there were only a handful of people sitting there, but they were all high-ranking temple officials wearing bright yellow Buddhist robes.

Leading the group was the abbot wearing a red cassock with gold threads. He had a stern expression on his face and was beating the wooden fish meticulously. The sound of the wooden fish echoed in the hall.

At the same time, everyone recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, hoping to get a glimpse of the essence of Buddhism from them and accelerate their understanding of the great path of Buddhism.

At this moment, the large bronze bell hanging high in the center of the Buddhist temple rang without any warning.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

Three powerful bell sounds echoed throughout the place for thousands of miles, as if passing through layers of time and space, carrying a foreshadowing of the future.

The monks who were originally quietly reciting Buddhist scriptures were all awakened by the bell. Even the servants and novices in the backyard were attracted by the bell.

The abbot of the Buddhist temple, Master Jianzhen, opened his eyes in horror, and his flickering eyes showed that he was not at peace inside.

At this moment, the sound of the Buddhist bell was heard again outside.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

"When the Buddhist bell rings, the great monk emerges."

"My fellow disciples, go and gather everyone in the temple. There is a high monk visiting outside the temple. According to the rules, all the disciples of Qingzhao Temple must go to greet him."

But the figures behind him were all hesitant. Among them, a thin monk said, "Master Abbot, could it be that the bell is wrong? How could it ring seven times?"

As the thin monk spoke, other monks also spoke up with doubts.

Seeing his fellow disciples acting like this, Master Jianzhen said in a deep voice: "My fellow disciples, this is the ancestral precept left by our ancestor, and according to the records of the Buddhist temples in the past, the Buddha bell has rung before. If you want to question it, just do as I say."

Upon hearing this, the other few people all bowed and agreed, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Outside the temple gate, Chu Mo listened to the bell ringing again and frowned slightly.

Although I don't practice this, I still know some common sense.

The bells in Buddhist temples are generally not rung easily except for telling time. The bells heard before were used to tell time, so what is the deeper meaning of the bells now?

At this time, Yao Guangxiao and others also woke up slowly. The seven of them smiled at each other and chanted "Amitabha".

"Crunch--"

The gate of the temple was opened, and the leading abbot Jianzhen walked out first, looking around, as if looking for something?

When he saw the seven figures beside Chu Mo, a trace of horror flashed across the face of the real host, but he immediately understood why seven bells rang today.

Then, many novice monks stood in a row on the left and right sides of the temple gate, and Abbot Jianzhen greeted them.

"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Jianzhen, and I am the abbot of Qingzhao Temple. Nice to meet you all."

Yao Guangxiao returned the greetings and told everyone his Dharma name.

Out of basic courtesy, Chu Mo also returned the greeting with martial arts etiquette.

The host Jianzhen swept his fiery eyes across the young faces of the crowd, as if he was admiring each top-notch work of art.

As if sensing his passionate gaze, Yao Guangxiao stepped forward and said, "Greetings, Master Jianzhen. We were passing by here and were attracted by the sound of the morning bell in the temple. We came here unknowingly."

"Please forgive me, Masters."

Master Jianzhen smiled and said, "Haha, no problem. Today, you have rung the Buddhist bell in the temple, and you are the honored guests of Qingzhao Temple. Please come in and talk."

Chu Mo could only follow behind the seven people, and under the watchful eyes of the novices and servants, he followed everyone into the gate of Qingzhao Temple.

After entering the temple, Master Zhenkong dismissed his disciples and brought his fellow disciples with him, accompanying Yao Guangxiao and others to visit this Buddhist temple built in the wild mountains and forests.

Buddhist culture can be seen everywhere in the temple's architecture. Various patterns of Buddha, Bodhisattva and Arhat can be seen everywhere, and Sanskrit Buddhist words and other texts are also carved on the bluestone walls of the temple.

There is a pond in one corner of the temple, where lotus flowers, goldfish and turtles are planted.

While doing labor, the disciples were also influenced by the Dharma.

The young novice monk concentrated on his daily homework, experiencing the boundlessness of the Dharma;

Although the Buddhist temple is located deep in the mountains, every brick and tile exudes solemnity; although the temple is sparsely visited, it still exudes a strong sense of Zen.

Accompanied by everyone, they talked and laughed, having a great time, and before they knew it they had visited the entire Buddhist temple.

Abbot Jianzhen led everyone into a room, and a young monk placed a few cups of tea in front of everyone, then bowed and left.

At the same time, Jian Zhen said to his fellow apprentices, "My fellow apprentices, I need to have a private chat with you. If you have nothing else to do, you can go back and do your own things."

Jiankong, Jianzhi, Jianling and others looked at each other meaningfully, then bowed respectfully and said, "Well, Senior Brother, we will leave now."

As several people left the room, Jianhui, who was the last to leave the house, closed the door.

Master Jianzhen sat quietly in his seat until he watched everyone leave, then he turned his gaze to Chu Mo.

"The luck pond is pregnant with golden lotus, and the koi carp is growing dragon whiskers. This is the sign of a complete latent dragon."

"As expected, the man of luck has appeared. The world is in chaos, and the scene of dynasties attacking each other is about to begin again."

"Alas, this is the cycle of fate, it is inevitable and cannot be avoided."

The lingering whispers echoed in the room. Chu Mo looked at Master Jianzhen who was staring at him, and couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

Chu Mo forced a smile and said in confusion: "Master, what are you talking about? The current emperor is a wise ruler, working diligently and making the dynasty prosperous. How could the world be in chaos?"

"Also, the current emperor is in his prime, whether he has any disease or not, how could he die? Master, you are joking."

Master Jianzhen did not answer Chu Mo's question, but said calmly: "The truth of this matter will be revealed in the future. If you don't believe it, just treat it as my random talk."

Looking at Abbot Jianzhen who was sitting in front of him with no joy or sadness, Chu Mo didn't know why, but he always felt that what Abbot Jianzhen said was true.

This feeling is like a seed, taking root and sprouting madly in my heart.

But no matter how Chu Mo asked, the host shook his head and murmured, "It's a matter of heavenly secrets, you can't say it, you can't say too much."

Just when Chu Mo was about to speak again, Yao Guangxiao pulled the corner of his clothes subtly.

At the same time, he helped Jianzhen to come to the rescue and said, "My lord, this is a matter of cause and effect, and it involves a lot. You need to be careful with your words."

Seeing this, Chu Mo could only smile awkwardly, then recalled what he had just said, trying to find some useful information from the conversation.