noffsinger Chapter 1129 Return to Guiyuan Temple
Chapter 1129 Return to Guiyuan Temple
Chapter 1129 Return to Guiyuan Temple
However, it was precisely this insult that made her see the former master host through the bald head.
Objectively speaking, if his hair was still there, she would never have been able to recognize him.
Lin Su looked at the monk deeply, then slowly raised his eyes and stared at Ding Ziyi.
Ding Ziyi smiled and said, "Junior brother, your calculations are indeed amazing. You are worthy of being the disciple of Master Luo Tian. If we have another chance in the future, we can learn from each other again."
Let’s end today’s matter here.
However, Lin Su smiled and said, "It is impolite not to reciprocate when we exchange ideas! How about you take my question, Senior Brother?"
Ding Ziyi's heart skipped a beat, but she could only smile: "Junior brother, please ask the question."
Lin Su slowly raised his eyes and stared at the two wooden barrels on the old monk's shoulders: "Brother, listen carefully. My question is... Please calculate it. Based on the barrels on the old man's shoulders, how many buckets of water will be needed to fill the lake to the depth in front of us?"
As soon as this question was asked, everyone in the room opened their eyes wide.
Today's two math problems don't look like math problems at all. The one that Ding Ziyi asked earlier was not considered an arithmetic problem by most people at first. A so-called arithmetic problem must have numbers in the question in order to be calculated.
But there was no number in his question.
All numbers require the introduction of a measuring tool called "Suanyan" to measure them yourself and then calculate them.
But now, Lin Su's questions are a hundred times more complicated.
Calculate how many loads of water are needed to fill this pond to its current size.
Ding Ziyi suddenly felt suffocated. He could always smile and solve any math problems given to him. However, when this problem came out, it was like a huge mountain pressing down on him. He knew how difficult this problem was...
Halfway up the mountain, the pig-girl opened her eyes wide and asked, "Is this also an arithmetic problem?"
The Jade Beauty exhaled softly: "How can this not be an arithmetic problem? Buckets have different sizes, water has different depths, these can all be measured with the arithmetic eye, however, this is still an impossible problem to solve. People say that the circle and square are the pinnacle of arithmetic, and this problem is even better than the circle and square!"
Yes! The bucket is round and the pool is square, so the calculation between the two is the circle-square problem.
However, how can Yuan Fang accommodate this problem?
The square of a circle is used to calculate the area, but this question is about calculating the volume!
In the field, Ding Ziyi stared at the wooden barrel and the lake, her heart in a mess...
Lin Su's voice came from my ear: "Brother Ding, can you solve it?"
Ding Ziyi forced a smile: "Although Junior Brother Lin is quite knowledgeable, his temperament seems a little small. What's the point of asking such an unsolvable question?"
Lin Su smiled faintly: "Brother Ding, are you sure there is no solution?"
"This question involves the circle and the square, and even goes beyond the circle and the square. I dare not say that there is absolutely no solution, but at least there is no solution at the moment! We practitioners look at the future thousands of years later, but we need to focus on the present. If there is no solution at the moment, then we should regard it as unsolvable."
He thought he had no solution, but it was not shameful.
Because what he said is the ultimate truth of spiritual practice. While looking at the future thousands of years later, we need to focus on the present.
To be absolutely sure is the most sage advice.
Everyone in the audience agreed and cheered.
Lin Su said: "I can solve it!"
The cheers stopped abruptly...
You can hear the needle drop.
Lin Su said slowly: "According to the old man's calculation, to fill this pond to the current level, we need to carry 53999 buckets of water!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the whole audience burst into an uproar.
Ding Ziyi slowly raised her head, her eyes full of suspicion.
Yes, everyone doubts.
Because everyone knows that this question is impossible to solve.
Even this answer is difficult to verify.
At least Duan Wuque couldn't verify it the way he did just now.
Is this the number he casually said even though he knew it couldn't be verified? For the reason, please refer to the previous analysis...
Lin Su's eyes slowly shifted to Ding Ziyi: "Do you know why I gave you this question?"
"Why?" Ding Ziyi narrowed his long and narrow eyes. He had an answer in his heart, but he waited for the other party to say it. His answer was of course: In the past, Venerable Luo Tian left the sect, and today he sent a disciple back in order to suppress the Luo Tian Sect. This was very consistent with the character of Venerable Luo Tian, who left with hatred. However, if you dare to say it out loud, or express even a little bit of this intention, you will be cutting yourself off from the Luo Tian Sect.
He waited for Lin Su to fall into his own language trap.
Since the arithmetic failed to suppress him, then he would take another route. The arithmetic of Luo Tian Sect was not only about calculation, but also about the art of gambling. Setting traps for each other was the most common competition among disciples.
Lin Su said: "I just want to tell you, brother, that the water in the pond is quiet, holy and beautiful. Please don't forget the hard work of this old man who carried 53999 buckets of water as a mortal to create this beautiful scene. I also want to remind you that you should have some respect for those who work hard!"
Ding Ziyi was stunned.
All the disciples were stunned.
The beautiful lady halfway up the mountain was stunned.
The question he asked actually contained a profound meaning!
His purpose was to speak up for the old man.
It was just because Ding Ziyi shaved off the old man's hair when she gave him an arithmetic problem, and Duan Wuque shaved off the old man's hair for the second time when he checked the problem.
After shaving his head twice, everyone's focus was always on whether Lin Su's answer was correct.
Have you ever thought about the math problem itself?
Lin Su’s second question was to tell everyone that the old man worked very hard, he carried tens of thousands of buckets of water, and he should not be teased.
The faces of the people around Ding Ziyi turned dark at the same time.
If Ding Ziyi was crushed by Lin Su in terms of arithmetic problems, as soon as this sentence came out, he was crushed by Lin Su in another level, and this level is called: morality!
In just one sentence, put aside arithmetic itself and face morality!
The senior disciples of Luo Tian Sect regarded the elders who worked for the sect as grass. How could they have any empathy or compassion for them?
Lin Su, on the other hand, is a man of high moral character and noble bearing.
Ding Ziyi was extremely smart, so how could he not catch Lin Su's sinister intention? He raised his head slowly, and the smile on his face was no longer fake. He said coldly: "Another 53999 dan! You just made a random estimate, and you really took this answer as the real answer?"
"Just a random guess, haha!" Lin Su laughed, "If Senior Brother Ding can't figure out a problem, and someone else can figure it out, is that just a random guess?"
Once again, the topic returns to arithmetic itself...
This time it is really hard to verify...
Duan Wuque even frowned...
There is a way to verify it, but the verification process is a stupid method, a hundred times stupider than measuring someone's hair one by one.
More importantly, he was a little confused about the young man in front of him. He was worried that if he used this stupidest method to verify it, the result would be bizarrely correct again. In that case, his reputation would be ruined by Ding Ziyi...
A man who claims to be flawless acts with extreme caution, however, he simply cannot find a perfect plan in a short time.
At this moment, a voice came from the lakeside: "Young Master is right! 53999 dan, exactly!"
Everyone's eyes focused on the old man by the lake.
At this moment, the sun was shining obliquely, and the old man seemed to have something completely incomprehensible...
"Old thing, do you have the right to speak?" A white-clothed disciple beside Ding Ziyi shouted angrily.
"That's right. You dare to speak of such advanced arithmetic? You are looking for death!" Another disciple in white suddenly jumped to the old man and kicked him.
However, after this kick, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The fierce kick stopped there.
Lin Su's eyes lit up!
Sun Zhen's eyes lit up!
A strange light suddenly shot out from Duan Wuque's eyes, and this light was about to reach the old man's face, but as soon as the old man closed his eyelids, the light disappeared.
Duan Wuque's expression also changed.
The old man walked slowly towards the lakeside: "How can I understand advanced arithmetic problems? However, I have been carrying the Buddhist and Taoist spiritual spring water in this pond for 53999 years. How can I not know how many loads I have carried? This young man is right, it is exactly 54000 loads. With this load, it is loads!"
Two buckets of water beside him were poured into the pool.
With this fall, something strange happened.
The water in the lake suddenly became turbulent, with countless ripples.
Immediately afterwards, countless lotus flowers began to bloom.
The old man took a step forward, stepped on the golden lotus, and his clothes suddenly changed into a gray monk's robe.
The second step was that nine scars appeared on his head.
Step three, the lotus suspends.
Step 4: Golden Lotus Protecting the Surge...
Step five, Buddha’s light rises to the sky!
Step six: On the barren mountain behind him, the broken tiles and ruins were reassembled into an ancient Buddhist temple.
Step seven: The temple bell rings.
Step 8. The three words "Guiyuan Temple" reappear.
The ninth step, he stepped into Guiyuan Temple, and the entire lotus pond rose with him and landed in front of Guiyuan Temple...
He slowly raised his head, his eyes looking through the endless space to the northwest: "Daoyou Tianluo, I have already fulfilled my promise that day. I planted eight thousand golden lotuses in the sea of suffering. Daoyou should also fulfill your promise that day."
As soon as the voice fell, the northwest sky was suddenly filled with streams of light.
A figure emerged from the void.
"Greetings, ancestor!" Duan Wuque knelt down with a thump.
"Greetings, ancestor!" Everyone knelt down at the same time.
Except for Lin Su and Sun Zhen, although they did not kneel, they all bowed with their hearts beating fast as they felt the mighty power of heaven and earth coming from the nine heavens, which was not an earthly force at all.
The leader of Luotian Sect, the dharmakaya of Patriarch Tianluo appeared.
Patriarch Tianluo glanced at the lotus pond under the old monk's feet and sighed softly: "We made an agreement before, so we should keep our promise! From today on, Guiyuan Temple will be independent of the East Peak, and the entire Luotian Sect must not disturb us! All monks, return to their positions!"
"Amitabha!" The Buddha's name was chanted in unison in every place of Luotian Sect.
Buddha's light rose up in the sky, and along with it came hundreds of the lowest-level servants.
But after taking off, they change completely.
No longer a servant, but a monk.
The monk waved his hand lightly, and the Buddha's light was like a knife, shaving off their gray hair, revealing a gourd ladle that looked like it had just been taken out of a frying pan.
The closer they were to Guiyuan Temple, the stronger the Buddha's light was on them.
Flying over the lotus pond in front of Guiyuan Temple, scars appeared on their heads, one, two, three...
When they came to the old monk in gray, they bowed at the same time: "Greetings, Master!"
The host, Master Wujue, slowly raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Lin is kind-hearted and has a deep Buddhist nature. Would you like to come to my Guiyuan Temple to drink tea and discuss Buddhism?"
"That's what I want, but I dare not ask you for it!" Lin Su bowed with a smile.
"Please come in, benefactor!" Master Wujue bowed.
Lin Su and Sun Zhen smiled at each other, clasped their hands, flew into the air, flew over the lotus pond, landed in front of Guiyuan Temple, and disappeared in the countless extremely complicated eyes below.
The image of the Sky Ancestor has disappeared for a long time.
The person kneeling on the ground did not move for a long time.
Finally, Duan Wuque slowly raised his head, slowly stood up, and stared at Dongfeng with an extremely complicated look.
Ding Ziyi stood up slowly, his face gloomy.
In the past, he traveled around the world, and wherever he went, he was the center of attention. Even if he was not the center of attention at the beginning, as long as he spoke a few words, he would be the center of attention.
However, today, he was crushed by Lin Su in all aspects.
He gave Lin Su a question, and Lin Su solved it in three breaths.
He couldn't solve the problem that Lin Su gave him, but Lin Su could, and the answer he gave was exactly the same.
If there were doubts at the beginning, no one doubts them now.
Because there were 180,000 golden lotuses planted in the Sea of Bitterness, and they had been certified by the ancestor Tianluo.
One bucket of Buddha spring water contains one lotus flower, so 54000 lotus flowers equal dan!
When Lin Su gave the answer, there was still one load that had not been poured into the pool, so it was 53999 loads!
He deeply suspected that this old monk was in collusion with Lin Su.
It was because Lin Su pretended to speak up for the old monk.
So, the old monk told him the answer in advance.
But what can we do?
His answer is correct!
And no one can prove their collusion...
He didn't know this old monk in the past. Not only did he not know, even Duan Wuque, the master of Xiluotian, didn't know.
Now his identity has been revealed. He is actually Master Wujue, one of the four great monks in Buddhism. He is a person who can stand and discuss Taoism with the ancestor.
If this was a disastrous defeat in terms of arithmetic, there was another disastrous defeat beyond arithmetic.
The last sentence of this abominable old monk just now was: Mr. Lin is kind-hearted and has a deep Buddhist nature. This is the highest evaluation of the world by the great Buddhist monks. This evaluation was given to Lin Su but not to him!
Halfway up the mountain, the beautiful lady Yu let out a breath.
She also forgot when she started to hold back her anger, but now she finally let it out...
It was probably when Lin Su gave the answer, and it was verified as correct by Zen Master Wujue, that he kept holding on to his words.
After she said this, she turned her attention to the pig girl beside her.
The girl stared at her with her big round eyes, very close to her...
"Miss, did he get the second question right again?"
"Yes! Although I suspect that Master Wujue is in collusion with him, but with just one sentence, he can make the great Buddhists lose their bottom line and help him. This scheme is still invincible!"
"Ah? This old monk is so sinister? He looks kind, but he actually teamed up with others to deceive people. It seems that what the young lady said is true: you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the sea..."
do not judge a book by it's cover!
The beautiful lady's heart suddenly skipped a beat...
The water in the sea cannot be measured with a bucket, but wasn’t the lake water measured by him with a bucket today?
It is true that one should not judge a person by his appearance, but Buddhist monks have their own principles. How could they cooperate with others to deceive people? How could the bottom line of the great Buddhists be lost so easily?
Could it be that he actually solved this problem that was impossible to solve?
With this thought in mind, Yu Meiren found it difficult to sit still.
Could it be that the secret book of "Heavenly Arithmetic" passed down by the sect has been passed down by the lineage of Venerable Luo Tian for three thousand years, and he has actually comprehended something different?
From her perspective, this was probably the only thing she could think of - if Lin Su really used arithmetic to calculate this unsolvable problem, then there was only one answer: "Heavenly Arithmetic" had already evolved in the lineage of Master Luo Tian!
This is not a small problem, it is a major event that concerns the future of the sect!
Suddenly, the beautiful lady extended her hand again.
Two figures appeared in her palm again.
The two figures were also at the gatehouse, a man and a woman, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful...
When she saw these two figures, Yu Meiren once again showed a thoughtful expression on her face...
Inside Guiyuan Temple.
Weird yet true.
The ancient bluestone steps, the ancient Buddhist hall, the ancient Buddha statues, everything looks very authentic and completely consistent with all the characteristics of an ancient temple that has been passed down for thousands of years.
However, this is where the weirdness lies.
This ancient temple had been destroyed twenty-three years ago and had just been rebuilt right under their noses.
The ancient temple was rebuilt, but there is no trace of reconstruction at all, which is weird.
However, Lin Su did not show the slightest surprise. He knew that in the vast world of the Immortal Realm, under the boundless system of Buddhism, everything was not too mysterious.
There was a quiet room in front. Master Wujue walked in. The door opened and light came in from all sides.
The light is a little dim.
There was a gray table, a gray desk, a teapot that looked like it had been fished out of the ground, and a pot of flowers whose color could not be identified.
"Buddhism is covered in dust, and you are also covered in dust, Amitabha!" Master Wujue murmured the Buddha's name.
As the Buddha's name is uttered, it turns into golden light.
Everything is changing indoors.
The floor was spotless, the coffee table was spotless, the dust on the table rolled up and turned into a burner of incense, and the pot of flowers lost all its withering and became green again.
"Donor, please take a seat!" Master Wujue put his palms together.
Lin Su returned the greeting and sat down in front of the coffee table.
Master Wu Jue pointed out the window as if he was picking up a flower. A stream of clear spring water flew in from afar and fell into the teapot.
With a light stroke of his finger, a red lotus appeared on the coffee table.
Honglian breathed fire and placed the teapot on top of it, making a sizzling sound.
The great power of Buddhism is at your fingertips.
How could Wu Jue at this moment look even a bit like he did just now?
Soon, the water boiled, and Master Wujue smiled slightly: "Master Lin Shi is a great man in the world, and he must have tasted countless teas. I wonder if he has ever drunk Buddhist cicada wings?"
Lin Su shook his head slightly: "Is Buddhist cicada wings tea?"
Master Wujue gently stretched out his hand and pointed to the camellia pot beside him. Seven tea leaves floated up. This tea leaf was extremely special. It was as thin as a cicada's wing and looked like a living thing in the air. But when it flew onto the coffee table, it changed its shape, shrank and curled up, as if it had been fried in an instant. A strange fragrance came, which was the fragrance of tea leaves.
Master Wu Jue put the seven pieces of tea leaves in his hand into the teapot in front of him and smiled: "There is a magical tea in the mountain. It has Buddha nature and is hidden underground. For twenty-three years, a cicada attached itself to it. The cicada's wings grew as long as the leaves, and the cicada and the flower coexisted. After twenty-three years, the magical tea became cicada wing tea, and the cicada broke through the ground and became a magical cicada of Buddhism."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cicada flew up from the center of the flower and flew out of the window.
Sun Zhen was very upset.
Twenty-three-year cicada...
What’s the deeper meaning?
Are you talking about himself?
It was exactly twenty-three years ago when Luo Tianzong occupied Xishan and destroyed Guiyuan Temple!
He emerged from his cocoon today...
Lin Su withdrew his gaze from the departing cicada and slowly looked at Wu Jue: "Master, there is something I don't understand."
Master Wujue stretched out his hand and poured him a cup, and then poured one for Sun Zhen as well: "Donor Lin, it's okay to speak frankly."
"Then I am being presumptuous!" Lin Su said, "Master, you have such magical powers, why are you willing to transform yourself into a secular porter in Xiluotian and suffer such a great humiliation?"
Master Wu Jue smiled and said, "Is it a great shame and humiliation to be transformed into a secular porter?"
Lin Su bowed: "I am too narrow-minded! For ordinary people, being a porter while holding a high position is considered a great shame, but not for you. I am afraid that this is also a kind of practice for you."
"Amitabha, all the ways in the world are for cultivation!" Master Wujue said, "When Guiyuan Temple was facing an unexpected disaster, all the monks in the temple were about to lose their heads. The compromise reached between me and Patriarch Luotian was originally to get what we needed."
"In addition to saving all the monks in the temple, the master also has another purpose, which is... to plant golden lotus in the sea of suffering?"
"It is said that if you do not suffer, how can you plant the golden lotus in the sea of suffering? Therefore, practicing asceticism in the secular world and reaping the wonderful fruits of Buddhism is what I seek!"
Lin Su held up the teacup: "He really can't see through your intentions?"
“Daoyou Luo Tian is a master of the art of Taoism, so how could he not see through it? However, the moment I took off my monk’s robe, he had already achieved what he needed.”
Lin Su's eyes flickered: "What does he need?"
"Make it a big deal and avoid my interference!"
Lin Su's mind was clear...
Many mysteries have been solved.
The old monk in front of him had such a high level of cultivation that he was truly unfathomable.
A person like him should never have transformed into a porter for a sect with a bad reputation. To say he was a porter was being polite. In fact, judging from the way these disciples acted unscrupulously in front of him, he was truly like a slave in Xiluotian.
But he did it anyway.
The root cause was the disaster at Guiyuan Temple twenty-three years ago.
Lin Su dared to gamble the only few hundred Yuanqi Stones he had on him. The leader of this disaster was Patriarch Luo Tian!
In order to save the lives of all the monks in the temple, Master Wujue reached a compromise with Patriarch Luotian. He entered Xiluotian as a slave, and Patriarch Luotian spared all the monks in the temple.
This condition is what both parties need.
Master Wujue wanted to take this opportunity to cultivate his Golden Lotus of the Sea of Bitterness. Lin Su didn't know what magical uses this Golden Lotus of the Sea of Bitterness had, but since it took Master Wujue twenty-three years to refine it, no matter how powerful it was, it was not excessive.
Can't Patriarch Luo Tian see through this?
No! He sees through it!
But he also has his gains!
What he gained was that without the interference of Master Wujue, he could focus on planning his overall plan. He knew that Master Wujue would cancel this agreement sooner or later, but at the same time, Patriarch Luo Tian had already completed his own layout.
This is what both parties need.
This is a contest between the world's top masters.
The tea went down my throat, and it was so refreshing that all the organs in my body seemed to be fluttering at the same time...
Master Wujue picked up the pot again and poured another cup for Lin Su: "Is Mr. Lin really a disciple of Master Luo Tian?"
(End of this chapter)