Yang Bo witnessed with his own eyes that the young monk filled two water tanks with two buckets.

Then, a middle-aged monk came outside. The middle-aged monk glanced at the water tank and said coldly: "Manjusri, why don't you go chop wood quickly?"

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. He looked at Manjusri, full of surprise. He didn't expect that this young monk turned out to be Monk Manjusri!

Yang Bo walked to the middle-aged monk again. He saluted him and said, "Greetings, senior!"

The middle-aged monk seemed not to notice, and shouted sternly: "Manjusri, do you want to rebel?"

"You don't want to listen to what I say?"

Monk Manjusri mustered up his courage and took a step forward, "Brother, when can I return to the main hall to chant sutras?"

The middle-aged monk said coldly: "You are still a novice monk. You have not yet received the ordination, so you are not allowed to enter the main hall to recite scriptures!"

Monk Manjusri loudly said: "But I have reached the age of twenty and can take the ordination!"

"When will senior brother arrange for me to be ordained?"

Yang Bo stood aside and immediately understood that a monk who had just become a monk was called a novice. When he was over twenty years old, he received the bhikkhu ordination and was called a bhikkhu.

Monk Manjusri has never been ordained because he was young. Now that he is over 20, he can be ordained. But for some reason, he was stopped.

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, suddenly pulled out a whip and whipped it towards Manjusri.

"Crack!"

The whip struck Monk Manjusri, instantly tearing his clothes, and a scarlet blood mark appeared on Monk Manjusri's back.

Monk Manjusri snorted and did not dare to say anything.

The middle-aged monk said coldly: "Go quickly!"

Monk Manjusri turned around and walked out.

Next, Monk Manjusri chopped firewood, boiled water, stir-fried vegetables, cooked rice, and cooked groceries until evening, without having the chance to go to the main hall to chant sutras.

It was not until night when all the monks had rested that Monk Manjusri got up secretly and went to the main hall in the dark.

Standing in front of the main hall, Yang Bo finally saw clearly the gilded words "Xian Tong Temple" on the plaque.

Yang Bo couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this name. This temple is not well-known and many people have not heard of it.

But Yang Bo knew that there was also a Xiantong Temple on Mount Wutai, and Mount Wutai was the monastery of Manjushri Bodhisattva!

Yang Bo looked at Monk Manjusri in surprise. Could this be Monk Manjusri?

After arriving here, Yang Bo discovered a strange phenomenon. It seemed that only Manjusri could see him, while all the other monks turned a blind eye to him.

Even if Monk Manjusri could see Yang Bo, he didn't seem to care much about Yang Bo.

Monk Manjusri sat in the main hall and recited scriptures.

Yang Bo stood aside, and he could clearly feel that a large amount of spiritual energy was gathering around Monk Manjusri. These spiritual energy merged into Monk Manjusri's body and nourished his physical body.

Yang Bo had been thinking before that Monk Manjusri was able to carry such a heavy bucket because he seemed to have no spiritual practice. Now he finally understood that Monk Manjusri was secretly working hard on everything.

Only by reciting scriptures in the main hall can you gain power.

However, Monk Manjusri seems to have achieved this step without practicing the exercises. He just recited sutras, which is really surprising.

You must have enough talent to do this.

In the next few days, Monk Manjusri repeated his life every day.

Yang Bo followed Monk Manjusri and repeated his life every day. When he heard the chanting of Buddhist sutras, he faintly developed a desire to worship the Buddha.

Yang Bo didn't quite understand why the diamond bracelet produced such an illusion before, but now he finally understood that it was because he wanted to use such an experience to inspire Yang Bo to become a Buddhist and convert to Buddhism.

Yang Bo observed the life of Monk Manjusri every day, and he tried hard to find a way to break the illusion.

If you want to break the illusion, there are only two ways. One is to convert to Buddhism and practice Buddhism intensively, and the other is to find the flaws in the illusion.

This boring life lasted for several days. Just when Yang Bo thought that this kind of life would continue for a long time, an accident happened.

The middle-aged monk who whipped Manjusri that day came to the main hall in the middle of the night and captured Monk Manjusri.

The middle-aged monk tied up Manjusri, summoned all the monks in the temple, and beat Monk Manjusri in public.

There were only seven monks in the entire Xiantong Temple. Except for the middle-aged monk, the remaining five stood aside and watched coldly.

While beating Manjusri, the middle-aged monk said, "I have told you many times that you are only a novice, and you are not qualified to go to the main hall to chant sutras!"

"Since you secretly went to the main hall, you are unwilling to obey my orders!"

"What's the use of Xiantong Temple keeping you?"

"How about expelling you from Xiantong Temple? What do you think?"

Manjusri was beaten with a whip, leaving blood marks on his body, but he never made any sound.

At this time, when he heard that the middle-aged monk wanted to expel him from Xiantong Temple, he finally became anxious and said, "Brother!"

"I beg you, Brother Xianyan, not to expel me. I just wholeheartedly worship the Buddha and want to recite sutras in front of the Buddha!"

Xianyan chuckled and said, "According to your opinion, did I hit the wrong person?"

"You wholeheartedly pursue the Buddha, but I prevent you from pursuing the Buddha. Is this what you mean?"

Xianyan smiled on his face, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he hit Manjusri harder with the whip, leaving deep scars. Blood flowed down the whip. The whip was thrown away, and the blood was thrown away.

It’s everywhere!

Bloody water fell in front of the five monks. They were startled and quickly took half a step back.

Finally, a monk couldn't bear it anymore, took a step forward, and said to persuade: "Brother Xianyan, Manjusri has been in Xiantong Temple for more than ten years. Over the years, he has been conscientious, diligent, and hardworking!"

"Now that Manjusri is twenty-five years old, it's time for him to take the ordination!"

Xianyan turned around and said, "Do you agree to give him the ordination?"

"In that case, how about you two swap identities from now on and you go fetch water and chop firewood for cooking?"

The monk was startled and waved his hands quickly, "Brother Xianyan, pretend I didn't say anything!"

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

The sound of the whip never stopped.

Manjusri was knocked unconscious and woke up again many times.

Even so, Manjusri did not speak again.

Finally, when he was tired from the beating, he stopped and looked up in the direction of Manjusri. He saw Manjusri clenching his teeth and looking livid.

Xianyan snorted coldly, "It seems that you have secretly entered the hall many times, otherwise you would not be able to withstand so many whippings from me!"

"Manjusri, you really deserve to die. If I don't beat you to death today, I'm afraid you won't have a long memory!"

Xianyan actually continued to beat him.

Soon, Manjusri turned pale and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Chapter completed!