Chapter 220: Buddhist Pilgrims

Inside the Soaring Cloud Temple, the atmosphere was quite tense at the moment.

A group of pilgrims and tourists broke in and confronted the monks who were in a daze in the courtyard.

"Amitabha, everyone, the gate of the temple is closed today, why did you break in?"

An elderly monk reacted after seeing the pilgrims. He folded his hands together and asked in a deep voice.

But a certain pilgrim did not intend to show any good behavior.

"If you say it is closed, then it is closed? I kowtowed nine times, climbed from the foot of the mountain to the top mountain, begging for the Buddha with all my heart, but with a word of yours, you shut us all out. Is this the attitude that the Buddhists should have? Is Buddha the only superior being, but we normal folks are just ants?"

A young man in his 20s roared menacingly.

He was wearing a white blouse and a pair of tourist shoes on his feet.

No matter how one looked at it, he was very casual...

It was completely incompatible with those who practiced asceticism and worshipped Buddha.

But when he said this, his face was not ashamed at all.

In contrast, many people nearby also joined together.

"Right!" A woman clenched her fists, her tone was firm.

"No matter what happens today, you have to give us an explanation!" An old man with his hands on his back, his voice thick and full of momentum.

"After the person knocked down the Buddha statue in your temple, we all condemned him. From the beginning or now, we have absolutely no disrespect to the Buddha! But what happened to you? Is this an attitude that monks should have?" There was another middle-aged man who clenched his teeth and spoke imposingly. When he said this, he didn't feel blush at all.

But these words made the monks in the yard look very pale.

If it was earlier, most monks, without understanding the Abbot Yi Deng, were likely to stand from the perspective of these pilgrims and tourists.

But now, they had seen Ye Bei's magical methods.

They even saw Ye Bei take out the relics in the wooden box.

They even heard the real Buddha chanting sutras, washing their souls.

Unconsciously deep in their hearts, they had already developed unprecedented respect for Ye Bei.

There was no longer any bad doubt about Ye Bei's identity.

"Today, our temple has a noble guest! Naturally, other pilgrims are not welcome. This has always been the tradition of the temple! Please go back, everyone, the temple is a quiet place, no random people are allowed, if it angers the Buddha, that's a sin." The older monk who had just started talking again said hard.

But his words did not make those people back away.

On the contrary, these people became more excited.

"Just now we heard the sound of chanting here and saw that the sky suddenly changed tremendously. If the Buddha was angry, then he should've been angry at that time, right? But what was the result? All those visions disappeared... This shows that we are not wrong, the fault lies with you."

"Tradition? Hehe, you actually use this explanation to refute us? Can you be funnier?"

"Without giving a reasonable explanation today, I don't think Soaring Cloud Temple needs to exist anymore."

Someone deliberately pushed behind, and the pilgrims looked very angry.

This time, Tang Anhe, who hit the door first, stood behind the crowd very witty and said nothing. The reason was simple. The moment he hit the door, he already had a bad premonition.

There must be something big to happen today.

It was his companion who stood by and kept talking.

"Old Tang, why don't you go to reason with them? You have a letter of introduction. Even if Master Abbot here sees you, he must fully respect you, right? Today, it is obvious that they are wrong." When the companion spoke, his face was indignant.

Tang Anhe's expression was dull. After hearing the words of his companion, he said in a deep voice, "With the vigorous chanting here just now, and the vision in the sky, do you think there is really a Buddha in this world? "

"Ugh!" The companion was stunned, and then his voice was very meaningful, "I don't know if the true Buddha exists or not, but if the Great Master inside is really the same as you said at the beginning, then the Buddha definitely exists."

"So, let's calm down today. Anyway, we are indeed making trouble in this temple now." Tang Anhe frowned slightly, and his voice was very soft.

"But in any case, the monks here are messing around and don't put us in the eye at all, can you just forget it like this?" His companion was definitely not a good stubble, and still urged on the side.

Tang Anhe ignored him, "Anyway, I don't dare to be foolish anymore, wait for Master Abbot first! If he comes out, I will tell him again, it is really unnecessary to make trouble."

"Hey, Old Tang, this is not your style of doing things." The companion seemed quite upset.

However, just as his words fell, the front suddenly became lively.

"Get out of here! I want to see Master Abbot."

"Yes, let the Abbot get out..."

"If the temple does not have an abbot to give us an explanation today, this matter won't end."

Those pilgrims who rushed to the front became increasingly difficult to talk reasons with as each second passed.

Among them, a young man in his twenties, while cursing angrily, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward with an angry expression.

Boom!

When approaching a monk with folded hands, he, without any hesitation, directly hit the monk's head with his fist fiercely.

There was a crisp bang, resounding in the temple.

This situation not only did not make the pilgrims around feel wrong, on the contrary, it stimulated the nerves of these pilgrims more and more.

"Good fight."

"Keep on fighting, just a group of stinky monks. We believe that they were highly respected people. But when we don't believe in them, they just abandoned us. How can they be so arrogant?"

"Everyone, go together."

The pilgrims became crazier and crazier as if stimulated by something.

When these words were said, a group of people really squeezed forward crazily.

Many pilgrims were about to completely collide with the monks, and a battle was about to break out.

But just when both sides were about to manifest out a fierce fight completely, a deep and clam voice suddenly came out from the living room.

"Amitabha... all the benefactors, why are you looking for me?"

As this voice fell, an old monk wearing a kasaya slowly walked out of it.

Ye Bei stood on the side of the old man.

In the courtyard, Tang Anhe, who was hiding behind the crowd, trembled suddenly when he saw Ye Bei again.

He had seen too many people and encountered too many things, but at this moment, he understood Ye Bei's mystery and power more and more.

Intuition told him that this young man had an absolutely terrifying origin.

The air became weirdly cold at this moment.