Fahai stepped forward to receive the destined purple gold bowl. Suddenly he heard the sound of countless people below, shouting and praying, shouting for the Lord Buddha and the magistrate, Arhat to come to the world. Fahai was speechless for a moment, waiting to find an unmanned person from the sky.

The place was secluded to avoid being watched by the fanatical people.

But just as he had this thought in his mind, the bowl in his hand suddenly shook and burst out with immeasurable light. The brilliant Buddha light showed all the beauties of the Western Paradise. The people below looked at the sky and exclaimed.

As crazy as drunk.

It is said that this object is a supreme magical weapon passed down from the ancestors of Jinshan Temple. It is said that it was given by the Buddha in the past. It should be reasonable to have such a miraculous power. However, Fahai has a different view on this, because it actually manifests the sacredness.

It's too much of a coincidence, and why does this profound artifact manifest the intense beauty of the western sky for no reason so that the people below can see it?

This magical instrument is not so much given to Fa Hai to subjugate demons, but rather to help Buddhism preach.

Fahai stared at the dazzling golden bowl, and the majestic white hair between his eyebrows ached slightly. He immediately sat cross-legged in the air with understanding, and a huge Qi machine like an abyss and sea shook out, and his lips opened and closed.

The sound of Mahayana Buddhist chanting can be heard throughout the journey.

As Fahai recited it over and over again, the voices in the city catering to him became louder and louder, and eventually it developed into a grand city of Buddhist sounds.

Below Du Zhen almost danced for joy. He had guarded the mountain gate all his life and did not dare to die, so that one day he could continue the inheritance of the Buddhist Jinshan Temple. After many years, the young man who was full of energy at the time had already been tempered by the hardships of the years.

In the end, all I thought about was how to continue Jinshan Temple. The road to resurgence and glory was too far away. I never thought that this disciple who had no choice but to accept him would actually shoulder this burden.

Du Zhen'er heard the devout chanting of the people in the city and couldn't help but burst into tears and chanted loudly.

Of course, some people are happy about things in this world, while others are resentful. Seeing the Dharma Sea, who became a monk, standing high in the sky and speaking on the ground. Even if this Mahayana Dharma can really spit out lotus flowers from the mouth and golden lotus sprout from the ground, the old man doesn't pay much attention to it.

More and more surviving people on the street began to come over and follow Fahai in chanting sutras, but the old man was alone and dejected, running against the group of people who were chanting sutras, and his back was extremely lonely.

Suddenly, Lin Qinghe felt his arms sink slightly. He turned around and saw Nan Qirong's worried face. The old man patted her palm and whispered: "Good boy." Then he was helped.

Then slowly walked out of this long street.

Lin Hai, who was preaching from high in the sky, took all these in his eyes. His compassionate and gentle sermons and chanting were still calm without any change, but he subconsciously wanted to reach out and cover his chest, because in that position, there were two

The cold black and white chess pieces were put away by him.

The performance of the Western Paradise is still displayed in the sky. This thought in Fa Hai's mind only flashed across his mind, and he did not really put it into action, leaving his father Lin Qinghe and Nan Qirong to go away one after another.

Just when Fahai was performing the Dharma at high altitude after being prompted by the Buddha, at the edge of the West Lake in the west of the city, on the edge of a huge pit, a woman in white stood quietly.

On this huge earth pit, originally stood the Eighteen Pagodas, the sacred instrument of Jinshan Temple.

Now that the White Dragon Soul is out of trouble, the Eighteen Pagodas, with the final effort of the founder of Jinshan Temple, have turned into a bowl for subduing demons, creating a huge puddle on the edge of the West Lake.

The woman in white stands on the edge, looking down from above like a tiny ant dust.

Seeing the blissful scene of the Western Heaven filling the sky, and hearing the pious chanting of scriptures by the people in the city, the woman who once joked that "all the gods and Buddhas are ridiculous" more than five hundred years ago had a look of disgust on her face, and she stared at the man in the sky for a while.

The monk in white clothes stared blankly at the pit left by Leifeng Pagoda for a while, and asked himself softly:

"I am... Nangong?"

After the woman in white asked herself this question, her holy and solemn face suddenly softened. She had normal eyebrows and eyes, but as soon as she smiled, an aura of both charm and holiness came out from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

, which makes this already beautiful body even more beautiful, and even makes the salt water of the West Lake look even more ethereal.

"I am Nangong, but... I am also Bailong!"

After the soft words fell, Nangong suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the Fahai above, where many fantasies of the Western Heaven were evolving. The history of the Purple Golden Bowl was reflected. The goddesses wandering in the sky transformed into countless green-faced and fanged Dharma protectors. Fahai, who closed his eyes and chanted sutras, was also shocked.

After waking up, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman in white below.

"Nangong?"

Fahai looked at the scenery, because under the gaze of his magical eyes, the girl in white with familiar features below her was surging with magical power, which was almost no less than him!

She can't be Nangong!

Lin Hai immediately turned his head to look below. There were crowds of believers gathered everywhere in Youzhou City. There were only three people on the lotus platform that he had originally transformed into to receive the dead. The lotus platform belonging to Nangong suddenly became

How about empty.

Yes, Pudu Cihang came here to summon the demon god White Dragon. After it got rid of the entanglements of the masters in the north of the city, the first thing it had to do was to go to Leifeng Pagoda to wake up the White Dragon!

Fa Hai's eyes touched the white dragon occupying Nangong's body in the air, and the purple golden bowl in his palm turned into a brilliant golden river pouring down. Nangong's golden vertical pupils showed a cold smile, and he didn't see what she was doing.

With this movement, one after another huge thunders exploded in the nine heavens, blocking the only way for Zijinbo to pass.

The golden light moved forward like an indomitable force, and the fierce warriors on the battlefield knocked away the nine purple thunders falling from the sky one after another. The swirling thunder was spread all over it, heading towards the Nangong below unstoppably.

But when Nangong faced the golden light that could destroy mountains and open cities, she showed no trace of fear. Not only was there no fear, she didn't even make a move to resist.

Nangong stood there and raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to test the power of the purple golden bowl!

In the end, the dazzling golden light brushed against the corner of Nangong's clothes, causing the entire ground in Youzhou City to tremble. The billowing dust and smoke rising into the sky were like angry waves in the sea, instantly covering Nangong's sneering figure.

Fahai looked shocked, and actually had an unmatched feeling in his heart.

Because the shot just now used almost 90% of Fa Hai's strength, but the Demon God and Demon Dragon, who was originally on par with him, only used a few of the Nine Heavens Thunder Techniques that Yuan Shen Nangong was good at to force his thunder.

With one missed blow, this monster's understanding of fighting and the use of force tactics completely surpassed Fa Hai by several blocks!

But even so, Fa Hai is not afraid at all!

The tin ring on the century-old Zen stick trembled back and forth, making a clear sound. The Qingtian Zen stick emitted a dazzling light, and the white monk's robe with Fahai spread minerals in the air. Under the strong hold of the qi and magic power in the body, the eyebrows

The white hair began to turn as red as blood, making his precious elephant solemn, and his face, without any sadness or joy, looked solemn!

Kill demons and save all sentient beings!

The vague Buddhist Zen singing in my ears reached the end, and everything turned into these eight words.

Fahai carried the endless sound of thunder and suddenly rushed to the edge of the dusty West Lake. The people who had been following Fahai below to listen to the scriptures with peace of mind did not know why. After looking at me and I at you for a while, they spontaneously began to move towards

Running wildly in West Lake.

The arrival of Fa Hai was like a sharp sword that divided the sea to this huge dust smoke. When he hit the red Zen staff on the ground with a loud bang, the endless surging dust was in his mind.

Under the pressure, the dispersion from the center to both sides began to slowly disappear.

The large pit that originally belonged to Leifeng Pagoda was completely connected to the water of West Lake after Kyocera's heavy blow.

Fahai's feet were suspended in the air, and the sound of water from the West Lake was pouring under him. The charming Nangong in white had disappeared. Fahai was holding a Zen staff in one hand, dozens of silver and clear tin

The rings collided one after another, making a crisp sound.

He looked at the water of West Lake thoughtfully, feeling that Bailong's appearance this time was not the end, but an unknown beginning.

At this time, countless people who were chasing Fahai's footsteps arrived belatedly. They were breathing heavily, bowing to Fahai, and mumbling vague words, which were nothing more than invitations.

The master said something like accepting me as his disciple.

The purple golden bowl filled with golden light returned to the palm of Fahai. Fahai looked at the countless people who were prostrating in front of him with a little compassion. Suddenly, he waved his sleeves and without saying a word, his whole body turned into a golden light, which surged into the palm.

In the Jinshan Temple in the center of the lake.

At this point, the catastrophic disaster in Youzhou City has been truly eliminated.

The surviving lord of Youzhou City reported the whole story, and while the memorial for Fa Hai was still on the long way to Kyoto, the entire land of China ushered in the first snow of the year.

No matter how hard Fa Hai turned the tide when he became a Buddha, the number of people who have lost their lives due to strange things and demons in recent days is real. After this winter, I don’t know how many orphans there will be who have lost their parents.

After Fahai died of cold, he took the initiative to propose to the government to adopt these orphans, and the government quickly responded in the affirmative.

So the Jinshan Temple, which had been deserted for thirty years, began to be lively again. Because the adopted orphans had experienced major family changes, and their minds were quite precocious compared to their peers, so Fahai's discipline was not that great.

Difficulty, as for food and clothing, the Lin Mansion will naturally provide it.

Speaking of this, I have to mention the optimism and strength of the old man Lin Qinghe. At first, when Lin Hai became a Buddha and called himself Fahai, he was also filled with depression. But then he thought about it and realized that his body became stronger under Lin Hai's care.

It makes the originally empty concubines in the house become lively again, as if it is not that difficult to reincarnate one?

Although he still couldn't let go of what his son had done, Lin Qinghe generally no longer had the despair and decadence of the day. He still asked Xiao An to go to Jinshan Temple to take care of Lin Hai, and he would come over to visit from time to time. Although the monk who called himself Fahai never

He never called his father again, but Lin Qinghe was already satisfied.

But Nan Qirong was not so easy to let go. She even wanted to rush to the door of Jinshan Temple several times and drag Fahai to ask questions, but in the end Lin Qinghe stopped her.

The disaster has passed, and Youzhou City is in a state of ruins waiting to be revitalized. With Fahai's all-powerful magic, there are rarely any strange things causing trouble in Youzhou City. After the last disaster in the Zhenfu Division, many people have been affected by it.

He died in the line of duty, Master Liang, who was acquainted with Fa Hai, also had a broken leg, and almost all the people close to him died.

Baiyun stayed at Jinshan Temple and wanted to learn the real Mahayana Buddhism with Fahai. This time, Fahai, who had already become a monk, had no excuses. The two of them taught and learned very quickly. It won't be long before there will be another one in the world.

An eminent monk who knows Mahayana Buddhism.

Yan Chixia, who had broken her arm, was forced to stay in Zhenfusi by the Youzhou government because he had served as the chief arrester of twenty-six provinces before and was very famous both in the government and in the opposition. Youzhou City experienced this disaster.

After that, everything was in ruins, and Gongmen Zhongzheng needed such a master to take charge, so after the city lord greeted the corporal Xian and visited the thatched cottage three times, he finally reluctantly agreed to stay in Youzhou temporarily as a guest minister of the Zhenfu Division.

While Yan Chixia was recuperating, she came to Lin Hai several times to drink. However, the white-robed monk who received him was not polite and said bluntly that there was no such person as Lin Hai in the world. The boss Yan Chixia was not happy with the trouble. He was just like a green forest hero.

The character is happy with grudges and upholds the right path. As long as he can die a worthy death, he will not frown even if he is allowed to die at any time. Naturally, he can't stand Fahai's behavior of not recognizing relatives. In the end, the two people who used to be brothers broke up on bad terms.

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Among all the people, the happiest one is Du Zhen. After the disaster, Jinshan Temple has blossomed with the efforts of Fa Hai, and has a faint tendency to overwhelm the Taoist sect. In addition, the Lord of the City has invited Fa Hai to

The memorial of Gong is still on the way, and the future of Jinshan Temple is limitless. It seems that it is really going to lead Buddhism to rise again. Every day, he and Fahai smile and teach the half-grown children in the temple. A few days have passed.

There are more wrinkles on my face.

The heavy snow was falling, and thirty-six bald young monks in the temple courtyard were sitting on the ground, shaking their heads like students reciting poetry in a school, and reciting a scripture in a rhythmic manner.

The young monks are still at an active age. If they want to improve their learning efficiency, they must have the same strict discipline as those in the previous lives. In order to prevent them from being inattentive and making small moves in class, Fahai built a classroom in the courtyard.

The high podium is used to give lectures and supervise the disciples' chanting.

Xiao An was sitting next to Fa Hai, with a shiny bald head on top of his head that echoed Fa Hai's. He had shaved himself as early as the day he recovered from his injury, and even stalked the young master.
Chapter completed!