The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 528 - 527

Chapter 528: 527

The audience below all nodded in agreement, thinking this person’s words made sense. Although most of them found the translator’s half-baked, disjointed speech quite awkward, it didn’t stop everyone from feeling, at the beginning when Ye Tian spoke, that they all had the Buddha Heart.

"Amitabha, well said, well said. After listening to the young friend’s speech, this old monk has truly experienced a profound realization. May I ask, young friend, which Sect do you hail from?"

The old Monk who was among those masters Ye Tian had seen while he was below now stood up, holding a golden Nine Dragon Zen Staff and walked over.

Indeed, he’s a high monk. Ye Tian inwardly sighed with respect. This old monk was much more impressive than those so-called Divine Monks who are always posting on social media. With each step, he influenced the subtle Qi Flow around him, each step was as if stepping through Kunlun, and although his steps were silent, a breeze followed. If not for the stage being built of stone slabs, one would have expected dust to be stirred up. Comparatively, the Nine Dragon Zen Staff in the monk’s hand seemed a bit like a showpiece, probably more for appearance’s sake. Ye Tian had no idea where these people inside China had found such an intimidating old monk, and it was certainly beyond his expectations.

Ye Tian brought his hands together, bowed, and said, "I am not a disciple of any Sect. I’ve merely practiced Wild Fox Zen at leisure. As for Buddhist principles, I’ve only grazed the surface. Today, I came here with the intent to learn and did not mean to offend any Zen Masters here. If there were any improper remarks made, I hope you will all be forgiving."

After finishing speaking, Ye Tian still maintained his hands folded in respect and bowed, meanwhile, not forgetting to turn and greet the lama behind him with a bow. Seeing his humility, the audience’s impression of him greatly improved. Seeing this, the lama across him could not remain angry and returned the gesture before stepping back.

Ye Tian turned around and asked, "May I know which Buddhist temple does the great master belong to, and what is your dharma name?"

"I am Ku Rong, just a simple bell-striking monk from the Two Zen Temple."

"So you are a high monk from the Two Zen Temple, my apologies for any disrespect. It must be the nurturing from the Buddhist Scriptures that gifted the great master with such transcendence and remarkable cultivation." What temple is the Two Zen Temple? Ye Tian had never heard anyone mention it before.

"Hehe, the young friend flatters me. I am but a bell-striking monk. My daily companions are not the ancient illuminated Buddhas, but more often the flowers, insects, and trees—and in winter, it’s nothing more than a world of white snow. As for that transcendence you speak of, that’s something I don’t possess."

"The master is too modest. A bell, a person, amidst a world of falling snow—that truly speaks of a hermit’s demeanor."

The audience below had no idea what the two of them were talking about as the translator gave up halfway through their various exchanges, which were filled with intricate words that laypeople wouldn’t understand. In essence, it was just a back and forth of "you’re amazing," then "no, I’m not amazing—you’re the real deal," and so on.

How pretentious!

With Ye Tian’s interjection, the Buddhist assembly was temporarily suspended. If it weren’t for the old monk stepping forward, Ye Tian might have had a hard time extricating himself. After stepping down from the stage, Ye Tian was led to the back by the little monk who had been debating earlier.

"Little master, what is your name, and where are you leading me?"

Ye Tian followed him towards the back of the temple, approaching the vicinity of the Forbidden Land. Ye Tian asked with some concern.

The little monk slowed his pace and turned to say, "My dharma name is Huiyuan."

"Huiyuan?"

As soon as he spoke, Ye Tian felt he had acted improperly and quickly apologized. The little monk, generous in spirit, chuckled and said, "Benefactor speaking thusly is no issue. My brothers often jest that my name makes them incredibly hungry, as if they’d want to pry me open like a can."

Ye Tian waved his hand dismissively, "Little master Huiyuan really knows how to joke."

"I am not joking. I wouldn’t say such things if my brothers didn’t tease me so."

"Do you trust your brothers greatly, then?"

"Of course. Brothers are as limbs to each other."

Ye Tian laughed, "Little master, there’s another line that follows."

"As Buddhists, we only need to remember the first two lines."

Looking at this little monk with a clear mindset, Ye Tian’s mood lightened considerably. The depression he had felt due to the Buddhist assembly lifted somewhat. For some reason, ever since he first laid eyes on that old monk, Ye Tian felt as if he had some kind of destined connection to Buddhism. Not to mention anything else, even his body felt comfortable.

Could it be that he was a natural Buddhist? But thinking of the people he had killed, if he were truly a Buddhist, he would likely be damned to Hell eventually. It’s probably better not to become a monk.

"Benefactor, we’ve arrived."

Before him stood the Forbidden Land that he had visited previously, and the courtyard was none other than the Nushen Tower he had reached before. Seated cross-legged in front of the dilapidated house was a Bodhi child, along with a few outsiders including Gamot, the State Preceptor of Thailand. Ye Tian didn’t recognize the rest.

Ye Tian’s heart sank. What’s this, trying to trap me?

"Benefactor, please wait here for a moment. My teacher will arrive shortly."

"Little master, may I ask you a question?" Ye Tian turned to look at the little monk next to him. Naturally, he didn’t believe that this little monk was in cahoots with the people before him. The aura emanating from him was distinctly from the Eastern Buddhist Sect and didn’t match these individuals at all; they couldn’t be associated.

The little monk nodded and lowered his gaze, "Benefactor, please speak."

"Who are these people? And why have you brought me here?"

"Benefactor, please do not misunderstand. This Buddhist assembly is not only for discussing Buddhist Law, but also for the sake of the Buddha Bead Relics. My teacher said that if you ask why you’ve been brought here, he commanded me to say nothing else but to have you wait here."

Ye Tian was puzzled. Why is that?

"The teacher also said that those who came here are all capable of contending for the Buddha Beads, so others may also arrive. You can rest assured."

A faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

The meaning couldn’t be clearer, "rest assured"—it must be a significant gesture. At the very least, the Bodhi child sitting before him was someone Great Zen Master Niannian couldn’t stop thinking about. How exquisite his movement technique, how profound his cultivation, Ye Tian didn’t know the specifics, but someone who the Great Zen Master held in caution couldn’t be that bad. Since they wanted him to feel at ease, surely the people invited wouldn’t be poor contenders; at the very least, they would ensure no one met an unsightly end.

His brows slightly relaxed, and the tension he had been holding loosened a bit.