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On one side were a group of club members wearing black suits, sitting upright, and on the other side were a group of bald monks wearing cassocks holding a Dharma ceremony.

Only Yang Lin was immersed in cooking at the table. From time to time, he glanced over at the program crew, but he didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

Perhaps they thought it was Luo Chen who specially invited him to take photos.

"Teacher Yang, I'm full, why don't we withdraw."

The cameraman asked Yang Lin in a questioning tone while putting the whole piece of Huazi on the table into his pocket.

Several other members of the program team also focused their attention on Yang Lin.

At this moment Yang Lin is their backbone.

However, at this moment, Yang Lin turned his attention to the group of great monks who were doing something.

"Mr. Luo, through our efforts, your father has gone to the Western Paradise. You can rest assured."

In front of the mourning hall, the leading monk wearing a bright red cassock said to Luo Chen solemnly.

Upon hearing his words, Luo Chen immediately clasped his hands and responded respectfully:

"Master Lao Baoxiang is here. I've already asked someone to pay for the expenses of this ceremony."

"Also, I heard that Master, you like to collect Buddha statues. I just recently bought a Medicine Master Glazed Buddha made of pure gold."

"Mr. Luo, you don't need to be so polite. In the eyes of the poor monk, there is no difference between pure gold casting and clay sculpture. The important thing is to see whether it has Buddhist connections."

"By the way, Mr. Luo, the auspicious point you asked the poor monk to find for your father has been found. Today is just the right day for burial..."

Before the great monk finished speaking, a voice of doubt came from the side.

"Oh? Master, do you still know Feng Shui?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall immediately looked over.

Luo Chen was no exception. After he saw it was Yang Lin, his expression changed slightly.

But the monk named Baoxiang already had anger in his eyes.

"Mr. Luo, don't you trust this poor monk?"

After hearing what Monk Baoxiang said, Luo Chen immediately explained;

"Master Baoxiang misunderstood. This Taoist priest is a strange person I met outside. Please come back for a casual meal."

After speaking, he turned to Yang Lin and explained:

"Taoist Master, this is the abbot of Baomao Zen Temple in Baiyun Mountain, Jinghai. Master Baoxiang is the most famous person in our Jinghai Zen Sect."

"He was invited here specifically to take care of my father's funeral affairs."

But obviously his explanation had no effect.

"Little Taoist priest, which mountain are you from? What did you mean by that sentence just now?"

Baoxiang asked in a bad tone.

But Yang Lin's attitude towards him was still calm and indifferent.

"It's nothing. I'm just curious. There doesn't seem to be any classics recording the art of Feng Shui in Buddhism. I don't know where you learned it, master."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"Who is this little Taoist priest? He dares to talk to Master Baoxiang like this."

"The Buddhist and Taoist families don't deal with each other in the first place. It's normal."

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He probably doesn't know how Qingyun Temple was driven out of Jinghai in the first place."

"That's right, now all the large and small rituals in Jinghai, whether they are ordinary projects or official projects, are all contracted by Baomao Zen Temple. If you offend Baoxiang, this little Taoist priest may not get any good results."

"But what he said actually makes some sense. Taoism has a special Feng Shui concept. Buddhism has always been dismissive of these things."

"No way, this business really makes money. Boss Luo heard that he spent nearly 10 million this time."

"Let me tell you, Buddhism and Taoism are both unreliable. Whatever you believe in them is just a lie."

"There is nothing I can do. Mr. Luo is very good at what he does when he is young. The older he gets, the more afraid he becomes."

...

After listening to everyone's discussion and looking at Luo Chen who looked suspicious next to him, Baoxiang's face suddenly became uneasy.

Immediately he angrily yelled at Yang Lin:

"My Buddhist sect is all-encompassing, and my feng shui is only good, so what's the problem?"

"But you, a little Taoist priest, at such a young age, went to my father's mourning hall and made loud noises, disturbing Mr. Luo's ascension to heaven."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Lin retorted with disdain:

"Great monk, you are a Buddhist. Then recite the Heart Sutra completely to the poor Taoist."

Baoxiang never expected that Yang Lin would ask such a question, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

However, he is also someone who has seen big scenes, and he quickly stabilized his position.

"Why do you ask the poor monk to carry it? The poor monk will carry it."

"Besides, Buddhist scriptures are not text, so how can you recite them casually?"

Seeing that Baoxiang didn't intend to carry it, Yang Lin immediately changed the question.

"If you don't want to memorize the scriptures, then, great monk, tell me what the Tripitaka is and what the Six Perfections are."

"This..." Upon hearing this question, Monk Baoxiang's forehead began to sweat.

But Yang Lin asked again:

"If you don't know this, then tell me what the five precepts of Buddhism are."

"You don't know this? What are the Eight Sufferings and the Eightfold Path?"

"ah?"

At this moment, Baoxiang was completely panicked, just like a primary school student who couldn't answer the teacher's question.

When this state of his appeared in front of Yang Lin, Yang Lin couldn't help but shake his head.

"If you don't know, great monk, then the poor Taoist can teach you."

"The so-called Tripitaka refers to the Sutra, Vinaya and Commentaries."

"The six perfections refer to generosity, precepts, patience, diligence, meditation, and prajna."

"The five rings are the precepts of not killing, not stealing, not committing adultery, not lying, and not drinking alcohol. Monk, you are full of alcohol. I'm afraid you didn't drink less at noon."

"As for the Eight Sufferings, the Eightfold Path, and the Poor Path, I will also help you popularize them."

"The eight sufferings refer to the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the suffering of separation from love, the suffering of resentment and hatred, the suffering of not being able to seek what you want, and the suffering of the five yin beings burning."

“The Eightfold Path refers to right view, right thinking, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, and right concentration.”

As Yang Lin gave the answers to the questions one by one, not only the monk Baoxiang was dumbfounded, but also everyone present and the audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Isn't Yang Lin a Taoist? Why does he know so much about Buddhism?"

"I finally figured it out. The fat guy next to me is a fake monk. He is the real monk."

"What do you know? This is called knowing oneself and the enemy and being victorious in every battle. It is normal for a Taoist to understand a little common sense of Buddhism."

"I knew that he studied a lot of things, but I didn't expect that he actually learned such a lot of things. He also read Buddhist scriptures. Why did he split one day into two days?"

"What normal idol reads Buddhist scriptures every day?"

"The key is that he knows more than other monks. This is too much."

"What did you notice? That monk is a fake monk at first glance. Who is so fat after being a vegetarian? I suspect he developed fatty liver due to drinking alcohol."

"Then you are underestimating him. I have been to the BMW Zen Temple before. There are five or six luxury cars in it. I heard that they all belong to him."

Amidst everyone's discussion, Luo Chen's face gradually became ugly.

And at this moment, Baoxiang finally recovered.

He glanced at Yang Lin, and then said with a fierce look:

"Little Taoist priest, just wait for me. Jinghai is not as easy to mess with as you think."

"Since you want to take over this ritual, I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, he led a group of disciples and left the mourning hall.