I Really Don’t Want To Be A Time Traveler

"Sir, save us!"

When Minglian went to Zhenzong Temple, he also saw many refugees begging on the roadside. Without food, they could only beg from some wealthy people on the roadside. But how many kind-hearted people are there in this world, and so are refugees. People die every day.

At this time, Heianjing was no longer as prosperous as before. Refugees gathered in the capital. Adults and children were starving to death everywhere, and their bodies were not collected.

"Oh, what a sin!"

Minglian sighed while looking at this scene. He was helpless in this hellish scene. He could not save the common people. The desire to save the common people was ultimately an illusion. No one could save the common people in the world.

And because of this situation, people's resentment and darkness are getting stronger and stronger. The resentment that has been purified once again envelopes the sky, even deeper and richer than before.

Not long after, Minglian also came to the door of Zhenzong Temple, because the monks of Zhenzong Temple also knew Minglian's name, and they also sincerely admired Minglian who was already a powerful Buddhist at such a young age.

"Master Meiling, Master Wuwu, Master Kukai, and Master Huisen are waiting for you in the hall inside!"

"Well, thank you for your help!"

After some polite greetings, Minglian entered the hall alone.

In the hall, Kukai was discussing something with Master Wu Wu and Master Enseng. When they saw Meiling coming, they quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Master Minglian, you are finally here. Come, sit down!"

As the master here, Master Wuwu was also happy to invite Minglian to take the seat. Minglian did not delay and sat next to Master Wuwu.

"Masters, Minglian just saw that you were having such a heated discussion. Is there any good way?"

Ming Lian asked, but Master Wuwu, Kukai, and Huiseng also shook their heads in silence. There was nothing they could do about this kind of thing.

They are just monks, not sorcerers praying for rain. They can only exorcise demons and demons, and they are powerless against such natural disasters.

"Master Minglian, we are just monks and there is really no way to change this situation. That's why I invited you here. I hope you can have some insights!"

Master Wu Wu said to Minglian very sincerely that he also had a glimmer of hope for Minglian. Minglian had created too many miracles, and he hoped that Minglian could create a miracle this time.

"Master Wuwu, is there really no other way?"

"No more. Whether it's the sorcerer's begging for rain or the monk's prayer, it's all to no avail. This natural disaster shows no signs of abating, and is even getting worse."

Master Wu Wu also lamented that if there were other ways, it would be no worse than this. The look of mourning for people's livelihood outside was undoubtedly a spiritual torment for the eminent monk Wu Wu who cared about the world.

"Please rain!?"

Meiling also sighed a little, because this reminded him of Kanako Yasaka, who represented the God of Wind and Rain in his first life.

In fact, in the first world, as a priest, I often prayed for rain for my villagers, but it was only with Kanako's permission that I could mobilize the power of wind and rain there to pray for everyone.

Now, even though I am not a priest, I don’t know if I can pray for rain successfully.

"Master Minglian, Master Minglian..."

"Ah, sorry, Master Wuwu. I was thinking about something!"

Minglian also realized that he was in a daze and apologized quickly. After all, he was disrespectful to the masters.

"It's okay, does Master Minglian have any good ideas?"

"Well, I do have a way, but I don't know if it's feasible!"

"Oh, Master Minglian, is there anything you can do?"

All the masters were also overjoyed, and the more impatient Master Kukai also asked anxiously.

"Well, there is a way! I can try to pray for rain!"

"Pray for rain? Master Minglian, is this method really possible?"

The masters were also skeptical, and in fact it was not their fault. After all, praying for rain was too vague and not very likely to be successful, so they did not have high expectations for the success of the Minglian's prayer for rain.

"Masters, I can only say that I am giving it a try with Minglian, but I can guarantee that my success rate is 70%!"

Minglian said with confidence. This success rate shocked all the masters, and they also believed Minglian's sincere attitude.

In fact, they had no choice but to believe in Minglian. What's more, in their minds, Minglian was not a random person. Even if they said this, there must be a reason for it.

"Minglian, are you really sure?"

"Of course, monks never talk crazy!"

"Okay, if you succeed, you will definitely be named a green official!"

Master Wuwu was also happy and said that they also believed in Minglian's character and believed that Minglian must have his own methods.

"Hahaha, okay. Let's put this matter aside for now! Master Minglian, after our last goodbye, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's keep communicating with each other today!"

Master Hui Seng was also the first to send an invitation to Meiling, and Master Wu Wu and Master Kukai quickly agreed.

"Yes, it's true that we haven't gotten together for a long time. This time we must stay and exchange Buddhist principles with the three old men and women."

People like them should have been studying Buddhism in seclusion in deep mountains and valleys, but they had no choice but to worry about the world and had to take on this great responsibility. This is the qualifications that a Buddhist monk should have.

"Of course!"

Minglian also responded with a smile!

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