C175 Ye Yang a Layman Elder of the Elephant Mountain Temple
C175 Ye Yang a Layman Elder of the Elephant Mountain Temple
The monks did not have any doubts and shouted in unison, "Yes!"
"Hiss..."
The tourists who were watching from the sidelines all sucked in a breath of cold air.
What was going on?
This young man had become the abbot of the Xiangshan Temple after going in for a while?
This is even more bizarre than me winning the first prize in the lottery!
Lu Xiaowan's eyes were filled with extraordinary splendor.
She originally thought that Ye Yang was very handsome.
Now, she felt even more handsome.
Indeed, capable men were very handsome no matter how one looked at them.
Grandpa, your eyes are still as sharp as ever.
Shen Linfeng clenched his fists tightly.
His nails had even pierced into his palm. Blood dripped to the ground, but he still did not know it.
"Why... Why should I?!"
Among everyone present, no one understood better than him how high the status of a secular abbot in Xiangshan Temple was.
One should know that Xiangshan Temple could receive more than 100,000 incense offerings every day!
With Ye Yang's identity, he would be able to receive a few hundred thousand incense offerings every month!
Other than that, he would be able to enjoy the treatment of an eminent monk in any temple!
This was also the identity that his father had been looking forward to.
Back then, Shen Guanqing had begged Buddha for many years, and he had donated nearly five million Hua coin. Even that old undying abbot of Xiangshan Temple was unwilling to give him the identity of a layman elder!
Shen Linfeng stared fixedly at Ye Yang, who was surrounded in the middle of the crowd.
"I don't want to do this."
"Ye Yang, you forced me to do this."
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, is this Mr. Liu from Hanjiang College?"
"I have agreed to your conditions."
"Alright, bring the admission procedures here. Let me join the Hanjiang College as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Linfeng let out a long sigh.
He gave Ye Yang one last look. He turned around and left.
"Ye Yang, you won't be happy for long."
"Without me, Shangjing Academy will have no chance of winning in the competition for the top universities."
"When the time comes, I only need to say a word in the competition, and you will be expelled by the academy."
"There's you, there's me, there's no me, there's no you!"
Ye Yang frowned for no reason. This Shen Linfeng actually turned around and left? Could it be that he had another bad idea in his heart?
Forget it, this kind of person didn't have the time to waste on him.
Ye Yang strode towards the Buddhist Relics Tower on top of the mountain.
The four Old Monk followed closely behind.
The tourists and students widened their eyes and curiously followed after him.
There was a Buddhist Relics Tower on the peak of Elephant Mountain. In front of the Buddhist Relics Tower, there was a stone table and two stone stools. A skinny old man was thinking hard about the chessboard.
Ye Yang glanced at him and was about to step into the Buddhist Relics Tower.
"Junior, don't go in. It's very dangerous in the tower." The old man frowned and said sternly.
"Martial Uncle, this Almsgiver Ye has read 3000 Anxiety Scriptures and has eliminated all the worries in my body." Hui Yuan was the abbot of Xiangshan Temple, but he didn't dare to act rashly in front of the old man. Instead, he said respectfully, "That's why I boldly invited him to suppress the worries in the pagoda."
"The Three Thousand Worries Scripture? Hehe, I don't believe it. "
The old man sneered, "The last person who said that had already lost his mind. He was killed by me and buried in the bamboo forest."
Hearing this, everyone gasped.
Was what the strange old man said true?
Did he really kill someone?
Hui Yuan felt slightly awkward.
Martial Uncle didn't intend to give him any face at all.
"Junior, where did you come from? Go back to where you came from."
"You can't kill all the devils in Buddhist Relics Tower!"