"It doesn't look like some powerful magic formation. It looks like it's absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish the monks." After checking it out as Bai Xiaotian was told, he also felt it was a bit strange, and then sent a voice message to Shen Luo to reply.
After all, not all the monks here are practitioners, there are also many ordinary people. This ceremony will definitely not be completed in a short time. If they keep sitting on the platform without any nourishment, these people may not be able to hold on.
"It's possible. Let's see." Shen Luo replied.
After saying this, he gave up meditating and closed his eyes, paying full attention to the changes in the square below.
The Zen masters explained the Buddhist scriptures one after another. Some of their words were profound and easy to understand, while others were obscure and difficult to understand. Although the monks could understand them, the people around them could not understand some of them.
When Zener was preaching, because he was just an ordinary person now, his voice was tender and soft, and his voice was spread through the operation of the magic circle in the altar under him.
He was explaining the widely circulated "Heart Sutra". Although almost everyone had heard it before, the states of mind that arise from it were different for each person. Zener's narration simplified the complex and told the story in a leisurely and eloquent manner, which cleared up the doubts in the hearts of many people, and even many eminent monks nodded their heads repeatedly after listening to it.
Although Shen Luo had been paying attention to the changes around him, he did not miss some of the exquisite words of the sermon. However, after listening to it for a while, he found something strange.
Those monks who were enlightened by Zen Master Linda were all monks from other countries without exception, but not a single Zen master from the Holy Lotus Dharma Altar had ever spoken of them.
After having this doubt, Shen Luo paid close attention to observing these people. As a result, he found that no matter who was preaching, Longtan and Baoshan kept their eyes closed and chanted something silently. They never looked at anyone and their expressions never changed at all. This made Shen Luo feel that something was wrong.
Just when he was about to ask Bai Xiaotian about this question, he heard Master Linda say, "Master Longtan, what is your opinion on Mahayana Buddhism?"
“My humble opinion…” Upon hearing this, Zen Master Longtan began to speak.
"It seems that I've thought too much..." Shen Luo smiled bitterly in his heart when he saw this.
However, just as the thought came to his mind, something strange happened.
On the high altar, Master Longtan suddenly said: "All wonderful Dharmas are just illusions. Instead of seeking Dharma, it is better to enter the Tao. All the altar masters of the Holy Lotus Dharma Altar, if you don't take action now, when will you take action?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sixteen monks of the Holy Lotus Altar raised their hands and thrust their palms forward, chanting in low voices like the language of ghosts from the underworld.
I saw a blood-red word "ghost" appear in each of his palms. Blood-red aura emanated from his body, like strands of red silk, connecting one lecture altar after another.
Before everyone could react, the towering altars were dyed red light one after another, like huge red lanterns lighting up in the square.
A layer of red light covered the top of the altar, imprisoning all the Zen masters who were preaching on the altar.
Upon seeing this, Zen Master Tuolan raised his hand and made a flower-picking gesture, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and suddenly slapped his palm forward. Immediately behind him, a shadow of Buddha appeared, also making the flower-picking and clapping gesture.