"Abbot, what is going on?"
"What's coming?"
"Abbot, someone is here to make trouble and disturb the Buddha's mind. Do you need to find a monk to deal with it?"
Many monks couldn't help but speak after hearing the strange words of the Abbot.
But as their voices just fell, the Abbot moved.
There was still a smile on his face. Then he clasped his hands together, the excitement in his eyes was unconcealed.
"Take my robes, magical instruments, and prepare me with the bathwater, I want to bathe my body!" His voice resounded in this hall.
The other monks were even more puzzled.
"Abbot, this bathing, changing clothes, taking dharma instruments, we only do it when we have a ceremony in our temple. Is there any major event to happen today?" A monk directly asked the Abbot.
