Chapter 914: Feudal Rituals Dug Out from Corners

"Amitabha! Benefactor, why be so modest! Your calligraphy has already formed its own school and has quite a personal style. Looking at your calligraphy, I cannot see anyone else's style at all; this poor monk only sees the character 'Dao' (blade) one after another! Countless blade meanings, and even cultivation insights, are expressed between the lines. This poor monk feels deep admiration!"

While Chen Guanlou's heart was leaping with joy, he couldn't help but feel two parts of admiration for the young Jueneng.

To be a high-ranking monk at such a young age, he indeed has some level.

Just saying that the other party saw blade meaning between his lines, this should be improvised and original; there shouldn't be a ready-made one in the script rhetoric.

"I wonder what weapon the Master uses?"

"This poor monk does not use blades or swords, only Buddhist Dharma!"

Blow!

Blow until you die!

Chen Guanlou revealed a smile, smiling exceptionally brightly. When he smiled, the sunlight seemed to brighten by three parts along with it.

"I wonder if there is a chance to ask for advice on one or two things?"

"Amitabha! This poor monk is only good at convincing people with reason. If the benefactor is willing to listen to this poor monk lecture on scriptures, this poor monk is naturally willing. As for anything else, I must decline!"

This was a rejection of him!

Chen Guanlou didn't mind either.

Martial artists all have their own tempers, not to mention a Ninth-Rank martial artist.

"The Master should be younger than me. To be so young and have such profound cultivation is admirable! A person of talent is a gift from heaven! How does the Master view this gift?"

"It is my fortune to obtain it! This poor monk will also use this gift to benefit the believers!"

"How to benefit? By lecturing on scriptures? The villages at the foot of the mountain are currently in the season when the old grain is exhausted and the new grain has not yet ripened; every family lacks food. Why doesn't your temple take out a portion of the incense money to seek some welfare for the common people? That is what is called truly benefiting. Master, everyone can shout slogans. Whether you are a true Master depends on whether you can implement it. Don't just talk and not do!"

Chen Guanlou teased to the extreme!

Below the Grandmaster, all are ants!

As long as it's not a Grandmaster, he doesn't give anyone face.

"Presumptuous!"

Several older monks were anxious and roaring, as if Chen Guanlou had committed an unforgivable evil deed and blasphemed Buddhism!

Monk Jueneng raised his hand slightly to stop the actions of the older monks, "Amitabha! The benefactor is absolutely right! Baoguo Temple organizes large-scale prayer dharma assemblies every year to distribute materials to believers and help them solve difficulties! Buddhism is compassionate; if the common people have needs, we are naturally duty-bound. Not only must we shout slogans, but we will also implement compassion."

The words were spoken very nicely.

Regardless of whether it can be done, just this attitude is worth praising.

Chen Guanlou raised an eyebrow slightly, "I believe the Master! Tomorrow, when your temple helps the common people solve difficulties, I will definitely come to observe in person. I hope it won't be disappointing."

"You are most welcome!"

"I also want to witness the birth of a true Master with my own eyes! If you are a true Master, from now on I will only come to your temple to donate incense money and will definitely not go to the neighboring Daxiang Temple."

Monk Jueneng's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he smiled without warning. It was not the smile of an eminent monk, 'may the Buddha be compassionate'. It was the smile of a mundane person, a smile belonging to a young man!

Chen Guanlou understood and returned a smile to the other party.

The subsequent exchange appeared peaceful and pleasant.

Burning the scriptures, praying devoutly, the small dharma assembly ended.

The two siblings walked out of Baoguo Temple side by side, down the mountain, and home!

On the way back, Chen Xiaolan asked, "I was wondering why I fell asleep as soon as I entered the quiet room; it turns out the incense has a calming effect. Why is this? The incense should have been for refreshing the mind; could someone have been acting maliciously on purpose, wanting the dharma assembly to fail? That shouldn't be, right?"

Chen Guanlou smiled and said casually: "Where there are people, there is a Jianghu; the pure land of Buddhism cannot avoid the mundane. It is very clear that Monk Jueneng has become the person stirring up trouble in Baoguo Temple. The temple is not peaceful either!"

"It wasn't specifically targeting us?" Chen Xiaolan was a bit surprised.

"At first I thought it was aimed at the Hou Fu, but after chatting with Jueneng, it should be aimed at Jueneng. Jueneng's status in Baoguo Temple is only high, not low; I'm afraid many monks are unconvinced by him and are deliberately making trouble and tripping him up, wanting today's dharma assembly to fail."

Chen Xiaolan said 'oh', "Temples are also so complicated. We added so much incense money, but it was used by that group of monks. If you weren't a martial artist, wouldn't today's dharma assembly have missed the hour."

Doing things must follow the almanac; dharma assemblies are naturally even more particular about the hour.

"For the next period of time, if you want to burn incense, don't go to Baoguo Temple. It won't be too late to go after they resolve their internal conflicts." Chen Guanlou said so.

Chen Xiaolan nodded, "I won't go to the monk temple; tomorrow I'll go to the Daoist temple instead. However, the masters at the Daoist temple are not as enthusiastic and thoughtful as the masters in the temple."

Chen Guanlou laughed, "Daoism emphasizes letting everything follow its natural course and not forcing things; if pilgrims love to come, they come; naturally, they won't be as thoughtful as the monks in the temple."

Returning home, the head steward soon came over, asking him to say a few auspicious words in person, such as "May the old lady live a hundred years and get better soon."

Chen Guanlou:...

Which corner was this feudal ritual dug out from?

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Whether it works is one thing; the key is to seek good luck. Hurry up and say it!"

"Is the old lady's illness really that serious?"

The head steward whispered to him, "The palace arranged for imperial physicians to diagnose the old lady; you tell me if it's serious."

"Do you want me to arrange for Mu Yiguan Mu from the Heavenly Prison to make a trip? His medical skills, I'm not bragging, that group of imperial physicians probably aren't his match. People are just low-key; their medical skills are not bad!"

"Fine, you arrange it. Hurry up and say the auspicious words; you must be sincere and not perfunctory!"

Chen Guanlou had no choice and said a long string of auspicious words in one breath. He didn't stop until the head steward left satisfied.

He was exhausted!

Saying auspicious words is more tiring than being a crow's mouth; one has to be expressive and sincere. If the feeling isn't right, it has to be done all over again!

Is it worth it?

The Chen clan is all hoping for the old lady of the Hou Fu to get better quickly.

Chen Guanlou personally led Mu Yiguan Mu into the Hou Fu through the back door.

"Old Mu, you just go ahead and do it. If you encounter difficulties, just tell me. If someone is chattering in your ear and saying unpleasant things, don't take it to heart, and don't pay attention to them. Afterwards, I will deal with them for you."

"You can even deal with the men of the Hou Fu?" Mu Yiguan Mu expressed deep doubt.

Chen Guanlou sneered, "Except for the Master and the Heir, I can deal with anyone else if I want to."

"Secretly deal with them?"

"You don't care if I deal with them secretly or openly. In short, you just need to remember that I can stand up for you."

Mu Yiguan Mu nodded, he believed it!

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen had no need to brag about such things.

Moreover, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen was originally a person who didn't like to brag or show off; his words were always as solid as a nail. He didn't exaggerate the facts and tried his best to be realistic. A person's credibility is built up bit by bit like this.

The luxury of the Hou Fu, even for Mu Yiguan Mu, who often entered and exited the mansions of the powerful and noble, made him gasp.

He whispered to Chen Guanlou, "Is it really okay to be so luxurious?"

"If it weren't luxurious, something would have happened eight hundred years ago. The Marquis has been fighting in the Northwest for so many years; if you say he didn't embezzle, can you believe it? It's better to display it openly and put the handle in the light. Look at these years, nothing has happened. If one day, the imperial court convicts the Hou Fu on the charge of luxury, it means that even if the Hou Fu were frugal and didn't embezzle a single cent and ate chaff every day, it wouldn't be spared." ===== CHAPTER 915 =====