When Zen Master Yulong and others received the scriptures, their faces were full of excitement and their breathing became rapid.

It's like finding a treasure.

But it's no wonder.

For Ye Qingyun, the Surangama Sutra is just an ordinary Buddhist sutra.

But for Buddhists like Zen Master Yulong, the Shurangama Sutra has an unprecedented existence.

It is a level that they Buddhist people have never been exposed to.

The Surangama Sutra can be called the most precious treasure of Buddhism!

Not an exaggeration.

"Xichan Ancient Temple will never forget the grace of the Holy Son in preaching scriptures!"

Zen Master Yulong stood up and bowed respectfully to Ye Qingyun.

The same goes for several other old monks.

Ye Qingyun quickly returned the gift.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Zen Master Yulong, on the other hand, had a serious look on his face.

"The Holy Son is an unprecedented existence in our Buddhist sect. Even in the ancient Buddhist world, there are only a handful of people like the Holy Son."

"The poor monk is old and his death is approaching, but he has an unkind request. I hope the Holy Son can agree to it."

Ye Qingyun saw this posture.

Good guy.

This old guy is about to pass away, and yet he comes to ask for help.

But there is really no way.

"The Zen Master just said it doesn't matter. As long as Ye can do it, he will naturally try his best to help."

Ye Qingyun said this.

Of course.

If I can't do it, then I have no choice but to apologize.

Anyway, I am just a mortal, and the help I can do is very limited.

Zen Master Yulong smiled and said, "I beg the Holy Son to take over the position of abbot of the ancient Xichan Temple."

What the hell?

Ye Qingyun was suddenly stunned?

Want me to be the abbot?

Isn't this old monk too much of a thief?

Ye Qingyun immediately shook his head.

"This is not okay."

Zen Master Yulong was a little stunned, and he seemed not to have expected Ye Qingyun's reaction to be so strong.
Chapter completed!