At night, Jinshan Temple is dimly lit. It has been newly cleaned and tidied up. It is empty and cold. Fahai is only wearing a white undergarment. He sits cross-legged in the main hall and recites evening lessons. His voice is neither fast nor slow, and the chanting is indistinct.

, a peaceful appearance.

Not long after, the key hammer in Fahai's hand suddenly broke. The sound of chanting in the hall suddenly disappeared. Fahai also opened his eyes from trance. For a while, only the howling cold wind outside the hall blew.

"What a bad fate!"

Du Zhen's sigh came from the palace. Fa Hai looked at the broken key hammer in his hand and was speechless for a while. After a while, he asked:

"Master, I have decided not to look at her any more, and I have accepted the imperial court's intention of canonizing Buddhism. I think I have done nothing wrong. Why is this happening?"

"I have seen everything you have done in the past few days. Your tremendous magic power was a gift from the founder of Jinshan Temple. If you want to keep it, you must practice Buddhism diligently. You killed all the evil spirits in the city that day. I can vaguely feel it.

There is an astonishing amount of Qi flowing into your body. If it weren't for the protection of this Qi, you would have been unable to stop the scattered mana in your body."

Du Zhen walked out of the shadow of the main hall. His thin face made Fa Hai look a bit scary at first glance. After he stepped forward and offered a stick of incense to the Bodhisattva in the hall, he asked again:

"Have you become less and less able to control the energy scattered in your body these days? This is not the way to go."

While Du Zhen was thinking hard, Fahai, who was sitting on the futon, suddenly figured out something because of his words.

At this time, the lotus flowers in the sea of ​​​​consciousness were layered upon layers, but there was no sign of being transformed by Mahayana Buddhism. He didn't know why before, but after listening to Master Duzhen's words, he immediately realized that it was him who had defeated the demons in the city.

It was caused by the inspiration.

By subduing demons, you can protect yourself from the influence of Buddhist transformation!

This is really... this is really...

Fahai was a little excited, because as long as his own consciousness was not transformed by Mahayana Buddhism, he would one day find a way to ask Buddhism, and one day he would be able to return to Lin Hai!

"Master, I think I can subjugate demons outside and earn merit, which can be used to consolidate the magic power passed down to me by my ancestor!"

This was the first time in the past few days that Fa Hai was so energetic. Although Du Zhen didn't understand the demon's inspiration, this method sounded more reliable than the method of conquering the demon with virtue, so he nodded and smiled:

"If it is feasible, it would be a good way to benefit others and ourselves. However, there are still many things to take care of at Jinshan Temple. Fa'an has only just entered the temple, and there are many things that he cannot take care of himself. I am an old man, and I will wait for Jinshan Temple."

After the disciples have grown up a little, it will not be too late for you to go there."

As he spoke, Fahai's expression had returned to calm. The real reason for his agitation and abnormality was not to stabilize his cultivation, but because he found that the path of cultivation given by the Buddha did not seem to be the same as that of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.

, thinking about this, Lin Hai also had a bold idea in his heart.

Gather together the Killing Immortal Sword Formation so that you can use it to withstand the wrath of the Buddha after he returns to secular life!

Fahai didn't know if it was possible, but if Tai had to live like this for the rest of his life, it would really be worse than death. What's more, there was still his girl Nan Qirong waiting in Youzhou City. How could he bear it? How could he bear it?

Fa Hai slowly sat back on the futon, but this time his expression was no longer as solemn and calm as the previous few days, but instead had a bit of interest and agility.

Life is like this, with lows and peaks. After Lin Hai was depressed by the initial blow, his originally silent mind began to come alive, and he began to speculate about what the Sixth Patriarch Huineng said to him at Leifeng Pagoda that day, and how he suffered the wrath of the Buddha.

extent of scope.

Waiting until late at night in the temple, when there was no one around, Fahai quietly came to the lake alone and used his magic power to catch fish to eat, not to satisfy his appetite, but just to test the bottom line of Buddhist precepts.

He first carefully took a small bite, and then after waiting for a long time, there was no difference at all. Therefore, this generation of eminent monks, whose magical power was so powerful that he was praised by the people of Youzhou City, was about to burst into tears at this moment.

It seems that as long as I don't turn away from Buddhism, the wrath of the Buddha beads will not befall me for such heinous crimes as murder and arson.

As for the connection with the mortal world, Fa Hai did not dare to try it easily, but the success of eating fish made his mind start to move in a bold direction.

Buddhism also has branches of practice such as joyful meditation. If I can really take on the mission of bringing Buddhism forward, will the Buddha care about my contribution...

As soon as this thought came up, Fa Hai felt that the white hair between his eyebrows began to become hotter and hotter. He immediately broke away from that fantasy, but the white hair between his eyebrows did not appear as he stopped thinking.

The pain was slightly reduced, and the huge pain suddenly passed through the whole body like an electric current. Fahai's eyes suddenly opened, with a ferocious look of pain on his face. He endured the pain for a long time, and the monk's robes all over his body were wet with cold sweat, but the forehead was burning hot.

There is still no sign of decline.

Just when Fahai was about to be unable to withstand the waves of severe pain, he suddenly heard the sound of a child chanting sutras as thin as a mosquito in his ear, and the sharp pain on his eyebrows started.

And started to lessen.

Fa Hai immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and began to recite many sutras of Mahayana Buddhism crazily in his heart. He recited a Prajna Sutra seven times, and the severe pain of the white hair phase faded away.

Fa Hai had to escape, his white clothes were soaked with sweat, and he fell directly on his back to the shore of the lake, clinging to the tight muscles all over his body.

Although he was still frightened, he was still very happy in general. At least he had tested the Buddha's bottom line towards him, so that he would not live like an unsmiling, neither angry nor arguing saint in the days to come.

"I am Fahai, and also...Lin Hai!"

Fa Hai fell down by the lake and looked at the sky. He ignored the smell of fish in his hands and wiped his face randomly with his hands. He couldn't tell whether he was crying with joy or was released after being too depressed. In short, it was quiet and uninhabited on the shore of Jinshan Island at this night.

At the same time, he covered his face with his hands and cried softly.

Lin Hai is just an ordinary person, without such a strong psychological quality. No one knows how much courage he had when he knelt in front of Zen Master Huineng. No one knows that he put on the monk's robe that he had always tabooed and did it.

When I encountered the boundless sea of ​​​​power, I felt so panicked in my heart.

Early the next morning, most of the thirty-six disciples who followed Fa Hai to rest from the recent morning classes were in poor spirits, and all of them yawned continuously.

Because Fahai had surrendered his inner demons, he didn't care about it even when he was in a good mood. Instead, he calculated that the diligent chanting of his disciples last night had saved him, so today's lectures were particularly generous.

After class, the disciple could bear it and led a group of disciples who also had dark circles under their eyes to approach Fa Hai, with a bit of fear and uneasiness in their eyes:

"Master, master, aren't you a master monk who subdues demons? Do you know how to catch ghosts?"

These young disciples have been practicing Buddhism with Fahai and Duzhen at Jinshan Temple all day long. They have no chance to go outside. Where can they encounter any ghosts in this solemn place of Buddhism?

Although he had such doubts, Fahai still cared about the mood of his disciples and nodded in everyone's expectant eyes. After receiving the response, Neng Ren immediately said with joy:

"Cast a spell, our temple is haunted!"

"....?"

This is simply nonsense. With Fahai's current power, let alone the possibility of a ghost in Jinshan Temple. Ever since he used his power to reach the sky with one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, the entire Youzhou City was afraid

Not a single ghost could be found.

The disciples did not see the strangeness on Fahai's face, and whispered mysteriously: "Master, your bedroom is far away, so you may not be able to hear it, but last night my brothers and I heard it clearly.

Chu!"

Last night? I was not at the lake yesterday...

Fahai had a bad premonition in his heart, and asked with a stiff expression: "Listen...what do you hear?"

The young apprentice could bear the dark circles in his eyes to widen in an instant, and said in a low tone, "Ghost cry!"

"..."

This matter... Fahai didn't know how to explain it for a while. When he was silent, someone from the crowd of disciples who came to complain suddenly asked: "Master, there is a ghost in our house! What can you do?

Not surprised?"

"Appearances arise from the mind, and circumstances change with the mind. When you reach the realm of Dharma as a teacher, you will naturally be able to do this without being surprised by changes."

Fahai's bland explanation immediately attracted the eyes of all the disciples, but most of them had not experienced anything in the world and could not say anything nice. They could not bear to feel that the topic seemed to be going off the rails.

He asked Fahai seriously:

"Brother, when are we going to catch ghosts?"

"That's not a ghost."

Everyone's eyes suddenly widened: "What is that?"

"That's because your uncle Fa'an is broken up in love."

The long oh sound resounded in every corner of the courtyard. Xiao An, who had just gotten up from sleep after studying Buddhist scriptures until late last night, happened to hear this sound and came over excitedly and asked:

"What's going on? What are you talking about...Senior brother!"

"It's okay, it's okay, Junior Brother Aofa'an, I wonder how your practice went after class yesterday?"

Fahai asked with a normal expression. As expected, the subject was changed without realizing it. He immediately patted his chest and said:

"Senior brother, feel free to ask, I will decide on the Immortal Sword Sutra!"

Fa Hai waved his disciples to three areas, and while testing Xiao An's rest situation, he wrote him the Sword Trap Sutra. When the test was over, Xiao An also noticed that there was something wrong with the disciples' eyes when they looked at him, so he got closer.

Fahai asked:

"Senior brother, why do I feel like your disciples look at me strangely?"

"Really?" Fa Hai said calmly: "Oh, I just told them about how you fought to the death with your sword and resisted the Five-Tong Evil God. This is probably the admiration for heroes."

"Hey, young master, look at this... this is nothing, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!"

Xiao An said it was insignificant, but he couldn't help but straighten his chest, and his whole body seemed as straight as a javelin, but he couldn't hide his regret in his expression.

It's a pity that Jinshan Temple has no female disciples...

Xiao An was thinking with regret in his heart, he saluted Lin Hai, and slowly backed away with a deep and self-satisfied look on his face.

"Uncle Fa'an is indeed heartbroken. Look at him, he doesn't even smile. He always came back and forth with a smile every time he came to see Master Fahai."

"Maybe it's because of the pain in my heart..."

"Pitiful...."

Fa Hai tapped the table with his fingers, and the whispers in the courtyard suddenly stopped. A pair of black eyes were all focused on Fa Hai. The latter looked indifferent, as if the lie he just deceived gods and ghosts was not at all.

It came out of his mouth, he cleared his throat and said:
To be continued...