Because the Buddhist Dharma has been passed down through generations, and the Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng has practiced Mahayana Buddhism, he naturally has the obligation to restore those lost things to the world.

On the high podium, while listening to the neat chanting of the disciples below, Fahai dipped his hands in ink to write the scripture annotations of Mahayana Buddhism.

There are not many books on Mahayana Buddhism. The most original version only has 22 volumes. However, the annotations and principles of the scriptures can be written into hundreds of books. Therefore, during this period, Fahai not only cared for and educated his disciples

Besides them, another thing is to memorize the meanings of these scriptures one by one.

After finishing the scroll in his hand, Fahai tapped his finger on the table, and the loud chanting in the temple suddenly stopped. The faces were either nervous, apprehensive, or calmly looking at the people sitting high on the podium.

Fahai.

Because at this time, Fahai usually tests his disciples' homework. Those who pass will not be rewarded or punished, while those who fail will be punished.

On weekdays, Fahai was relatively gentle with everyone in the temple, and behaved like an eminent monk. However, he was extremely harsh when it came to teaching and testing students.

In just this moment, seven or eight of the thirty-six disciples in the courtyard had been beaten. Each one of them had their little bald heads lowered with tears in their eyes, holding their own red palms, looking pitiful.

Fahai walked towards another disciple without looking back, and said as if there were eyes behind his back:

"I, a disciple of Jinshan Temple, must never act like a daughter. If I look back later and see anyone shed tears, I will give him five more marks with my ruler!"

After the words fell, everyone looked like they wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. Everyone looked at this handsome young monk in white, and he looked like an unparalleled demon king.

Because Fahai had strict requirements on his disciples, few of the thirty-six disciples could escape the punishment of the ruler. At most, they only missed a few strokes. Only one disciple not only completed the lessons assigned by Fahai, but also unexpectedly did so.

It was done very well, and he was the only one among the disciples present who was not punished.

"May I have your name?"

Facing this stern master, the young monk replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "The master (Du Zhen) gave his disciple a dharma name, called Nengren."

"Can bear it..."

After Fahai finally recited the Dharma name, he nodded slightly: "You are very good."

Even if I could endure it, I couldn't help but look happy when I heard the personal praise from this master who was extremely strict in his studies.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of gongs and drums on the shore of the West Lake in the distance. Xiao An, whose pseudonym was Fa'an, followed him and let out a light sound, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Fa Hai turned around and looked around, his calm eyes dimming slightly when he saw the pretty figure wearing bright clothes and angry horse in the team on the shore, and then heard Xiao An say from the side:

"Young Master... er, Senior Brother Fahai, that is Miss Nan Qirongnan. You don't need to be nervous, she is not getting married!"

"Who said I was nervous?"

Fahai's lowered eyes showed no distinction between joy and anger. He tapped the ruler gently on his palm. There was a gong ringing on the shore of the lake in the distance. The official who opened the way held up his official sign and said something loudly. Xiao An sighed and explained:

"Second Miss Nan used to single-handedly kill many monsters in the long street, and she also blocked Pudu Cihang with her own strength. Now she, like Master Yan, is respected by the city lord who is thirsty for talents.

The distinguished guest of the Zhenfu Division, with his appearance today, he should be going to the Zhenfu Division to officially take up his post."

"Going to take office? One Yan Chixia, and now there's Nan Er. They all went to the Zhenfu Division. Where does that leave Mr. Liang?"

"Master Liang injured a leg after the Youzhou catastrophe. In addition, many of his colleagues around him died tragically. He is very sad and plans to retire. In fact, this is a good way to avoid something happening to him one day."

The conversation between Xiao An and Fahai aroused the curiosity of many children in the courtyard. Because the time for homework examinations has passed, Fahai has returned to his usual approachable appearance, so every little bald head in the courtyard is working hard.

I was jumping with my feet, wanting to see what the rumored girl Nan Er looked like.

However, they were small and stature, so after working in vain for a long time, they could only vaguely see a guard of honor.

Suddenly, Fahai felt someone tugging on his monk's robe. He looked down and saw that he was the only disciple in the field who had done his homework to perfection. He saw this little guy pointing eagerly towards the shore of the lake in the distance.

The honor guard procession that was getting further away asked Fahai:

"Master, isn't the second Miss Nan who blocked Pudu Cihang a very majestic and beautiful woman?"

It is said that children's words are unbridled. This was the first time someone mentioned this matter to Fa Hai since he became a monk. Xiao An did not say anything, but just looked at Fa Hai's expression secretly, hoping to learn from this current Fa Hai.

On Hai’s face, I found some nostalgia for the old life.

The words that the young apprentice could endure directly aroused the emotions of the disciples in the courtyard. They all eagerly hoped to get the answer from Fahai's mouth. However, Fahai did not directly answer the young apprentice's question directly, but turned his gaze.

He threw it into the smoke of the West Lake and said softly:

"The scenery of the lake and mountains is so beautiful."

Everyone in the courtyard, including Xiao An, who had been with Fa Hai the longest, looked confused. However, Fa Hai did not intend to explain. Instead, after saying this, he began to make new arrangements for the disciples.

For a while, the young monks all looked sad and unhappy.

On the contrary, the disciple could not bear to hear the master's words and looked at the lake shore again, thoughtfully.

"Junior brother Fa'an."

After finishing the homework for his disciples, Fa Hai suddenly called out Xiao An's current Dharma name. Based on the latter's understanding of his young master, the latter instinctively had a premonition that something bad was going on.

"Although you practiced some practice before becoming a monk, now that you have entered Buddhism, you should take the orthodox Mahayana Buddhism as the foundation. You can just take the meaning of the sutras here and learn to recite them. I will check you individually tomorrow as a brother."

"What? No, Master, are you asking me to study with these kids? This is too... too..."

Xiao An was so anxious that he didn't even call him "Senior Brother" and just said the old title of "Young Master" out of his mouth. Fahai turned around and glanced at him briefly before he stopped talking.

"I'm doing you a favor by letting you learn Mahayana Buddhism. Once you reach the peak of swordsmanship, it's just a heretic technique. No matter how high you are, you'll be nothing more than a pile of loess in a hundred years."

Fa Hai saw Xiao An's unconcerned look on his face and knew that this boy was in his youth and was not as eager for the road to immortality as someone like him who had experienced two lives, so he added:

"Study hard. If you can do a spot check tomorrow, I will teach you the Sword Trapping Sutra."

Xiao An then agreed with a smile and was full of motivation to study Mahayana Buddhism.

At this time, snowflakes were falling. Fahai saw many young disciples rubbing their hands and breathing, so he asked them to go to the house to arrange their own time.

The courtyard was full of people in an instant, and even Xiao An, who had been by his side, was nowhere to be found. Fahai was alone on the podium, gathering paper, pen and ink, holding it under his ribs and preparing to go back, when suddenly an unintentional thought came to him.

Looking up, he was slightly startled when he saw the empty yard, and then returned to the room as usual, but his back suddenly made him feel a little lonely.

The city lord's memorial to the court received a response quickly. Because the performance of Zen Master Fahai in the memorial was so dazzling, the court decided to confer an official position on this powerful Buddhist monk.

The angel who came to seal the edict came to Jinshan Temple with the edict. Since there are countless evil spirits in China, the status of monks and practitioners is more important than that of scholars. With the permission of the emperor, there is no need to kowtow. In the end, all the monks in Jinshan Temple were able to stand and listen to the edict.

"Your Majesty has decreed that Zen Master Fahai, a monk from Jinshan Temple, has made great contributions in guarding Youzhou and turned the tide of Youzhou City from imminent collapse. His merits are immeasurable and his power is profound. You are specially ordered to go to Kyoto before the spring of next April to be consecrated and receive the imperial seal.

For the fourth rank of supervisor, I will be given a personal plaque from the royal pen. Since the surrender of Zen Master, Youzhou has a total of seventy-eight counties and towns, and it will forever be the Shanmen Dojo of Jinshan Temple as a reward."

The person who read out the imperial edict was an old eunuch with gray hair and a boyish face. After he read out the imperial edict with a serious face, he rolled up the luxurious imperial edict in his hand, and when he handed it to Fa Hai's hand, he suddenly patted the back of his hand.

He pointed with a smile:

"His Majesty's decree states that he hopes that the Zen master can come to Kyoto before the beginning of spring and April next year. The implication is that the Zen master can decide his own schedule. When the affairs of Youzhou are sorted out, it will not be too late to come to the capital to officially receive the title."

"Thank you angel for the advice, I will keep it in mind."

Fa Hai held the imperial edict in his hands and said it respectfully. He knew that he wanted to realize the Buddha's wish to make Buddhism great. He didn't know how long it would take to complete it with his own efforts. The fastest and smartest way was to rely on the help of the court.

But now that the emperor is old and dying, the court situation is in chaos, and the dignitaries from all sides in the court rely heavily on Taoism. There is almost no place for Buddhism in the temple. The old eunuch's reminder is not entirely out of goodwill, but at this time

There is a mixture of forces in Kyoto, all waiting for the old emperor to come to power through various means after his death. At this time, a great monk with powerful magic and unknown attitude comes in, and maybe some changes will occur. This is all in Kyoto.

Power does not refer to what you want to see.

Because Jinshan Temple had not accepted a single disciple for thirty years before this, the angel who read out the edict stayed on purpose to explain the details of the sect's dojo to Fa Hai and Du Zhen respectively.

The son is silent, and the strange power confuses the gods. To a certain extent, the human court is co-ruling the world with all the sects in the world. The court governs people, and sects govern ghosts. They are all seeking peace in the human world.

Practitioners who hold official positions in Qintian Prison have a respected status but no real power, but they can use the power of a country to enshrine various rare treasures hidden deep in the palace, and some powerful magic weapons that the previous dynasty was famous for.

Everything is available, you just need to complete some tasks from time to time to enjoy them.

"Master Pudu Cihang is not actually a demon. After the Youzhou incident, special personnel from Kyoto went to visit and found that the great monk had been killed a long time ago. The demon took over his body and used it to open the city gate.

It not only cut off the imperial court's help to Youzhou, but also saved the effort to break down the city gate. Fortunately, Zen Master Fahai was there at the last moment..."

After a conversation, the angel who announced the decree and the accompanying honor guard dined nearby in the temple, during which they were full of praise for the vast scenery of the West Lake:

"When the Zajia family came here, they heard that there was a hundred-foot-high Leifeng Pagoda beside the West Lake. Why didn't I see it when I came here today? Could it be that it was destroyed by the war?"

"The angel's clear vision was destroyed in the hands of the demon."

Fa Hai is a character who doesn't like others to know too much about himself. This has become even more true since he became a monk, so that now he rarely reveals his personality and emotions, and doesn't want others to explore too much about him.

, so this sentence almost comes from the instinct to hide one's own means.

At dusk, the angel who announced the decree started to leave a little drunkenly. All the officials in the city, even Nan Qirong, who had just been appointed as the Zhenfu Secretary, also came out to see her off. She was separated from Fahai in the crowd.

There were many people watching, but no one spoke first, and they regarded each other as if they were empty air.

"Thank you sir, thank you! Please come back quickly, please come back!"

The angel raised his voice and held his hands back and forth, and finally entered the carriage with his head lowered. The officer and soldier driving the car flicked the reins, and the carriage and the honor guard slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Fa Hai's brows moved slightly, and Gu Jing Wubo's expression seemed to have waves for a moment, but soon returned to silence.

It turned out that Nan Qirong, who was on separate sides of the crowd with him, stood beside him at some point.

"A spy from the Zhenfu Division saw my sister heading south and disappeared without a trace."

Fahai nodded lightly: "The young monk will look for it. Nangong's benefactor's power is not what it used to be. Even I dare not say that there is a complete chance of winning. Please don't act rashly."

I believe everyone who survived in the city at that time knew how high Fahai's magic power was. He said he was not sure, which means that Nangong's current cultivation level is really terrifying.

Nan Qirong glanced at him, half-smiling but not smiling: "Oh, are you worried about me?"

Fahai was silent and didn't even look at her from beginning to end.

The officials who saw him off began to return home, and soon there were only a few of them left under the bustling city gate. After Fahai said a few simple polite words, he went straight back to Jinshan Temple, where he lived in seclusion and taught his disciples all day long.

days.

After the Zhenfu Division accepted Nan Qirong as the leading official, out of the idea of ​​taking care of the powerful female relatives in the city, it also began to recruit female head catchers, all of whom were under Nan Qirong's orders. There were many officials who came to see him off this time.

, someone close to her also knew about the handsome bald monk and his parents. Seeing the two meet, the monk named Fahai didn't even look at her, and couldn't help but cry for Nan Qirong.

Unfair.

"Sir, why should you worry about this kind of person? You've been by his side for so long, and he doesn't even look at you!"

When Nan Qirong heard this, she raised her hand to stop the man's words. With a smile on her face, she said softly:
Chapter completed!