"Is the Imperial Master feeling unwell?"

Li Qiuheng's seemingly concerned greeting rang in his ears. Not only did the offended Fahai not feel the slightest displeasure in his heart, but he slowly began to laugh loudly.

Fahai's unreasonable laughter made Li Qiuheng and Jingyang Zhenren both stunned. Then they saw the current imperial advisor walking towards the emperor step by step. Li Qiuheng looked at it at a loss.

Fahai is approaching step by step. Even though he has reached the ninth level and holds endless glory and power, he still feels a deep sense of powerlessness when facing this god-like and demonic monk.

"Fahai, what are you going to do?!"

Jingyang Zhenren felt that this was a great opportunity to make a name for himself. Just as he was scolding him, it was as if he had taken out the sword on his back to intimidate him. But as soon as he was angry, Fahai slapped him with a silent palm.

The heart-stopping black light seemed to be able to swallow up all the light. The three-foot sword behind Jingyang's back that he relied on most in his life had no time to unsheath, so he had to use all his strength to receive Fahai's earth-shattering palm.

The palms of both sides were entangled with each other, and strong winds blew in the hall. Li Qiuheng took several steps back, until his body hit the tall imperial bookcase behind him. In his squinted eyes, the Jingyang master whom he had treated as a corporal was executed.

Hai flew out of the hall with a palm and crashed through the thick door, causing loud exclamations from outside the hall.

Fa Hai, who was acting domineeringly, walked slowly and calmly to His Majesty. He took out the book from his sleeve that had been polished by the scribe at home, and gently placed it in front of the Imperial Bookcase:

"When the Imperial Master was discussing matters with His Majesty, how could he allow Ye Guchan from a rural area to interfere with his words? A slap in the face is a small punishment but a big warning. Your Majesty should not argue with him."

Li Qiuheng forced a smile on his face. After the initial stiffness, he soon became more comfortable. He picked up the booklet Fahai put on the table, opened it and read it for a long time but did not read a word. He just smiled and agreed.

:

"That's what the Imperial Master said."

At this moment, the sword chanted loudly outside the palace. Jingyang Zhenren, who had been expelled from the palace by Fahai's palm, left and returned with his face as cold as frost. The ancient long sword that was originally on his back was now held in his hand, and he shouted

The clanking dragon roared and stared at Fa Hai angrily:

"How dare you take action in front of His Majesty?"

After the Taoist priest returned to the temple, the lingering sword energy in the room immediately surrounded Fahai. The great monk, who was already the best in the world, turned back to look at the Taoist, and his eyes accidentally glanced at the Taoist's hand.

On top of the long sword, his mind seemed to be taken away in an instant, and his whole person was stunned on the spot.

The hilt of the ancient sword held by Master Jingyang was clearly engraved with the word "kill immortals".

"I am the Grand Master of Daqian. How dare you teach a bastard who knows no dignity? Didn't you look at His Majesty and say nothing?"

Fa Hai quickly retracted his gaze, but the words "kill immortal" on the ancient sword made his heart burn hot in that moment.

It was only then that Li Qiuheng took a look at what was on the brochure. Faced with Fahai's instigation, either intentionally or unintentionally, Li Qiuheng quietly glanced at Master Jingyang, and then smiled calmly:

"It's a good thing that the Imperial Master wants to reopen Jinshan Temple in Kyoto, but I don't know if the place for reopening has been chosen? If you have a suitable place in your mind, just ask!"

"Originally, I have chosen a place. It is an old temple that is unused and has few fireworks. But today, when I saw His Majesty and the Master Jingyang, I suddenly no longer want to use that old temple."

Fa Hai put his hands together and said, "Why don't you let Your Majesty make the decision for me?"

Li Qiuheng's eyes suddenly darkened when he heard this. In this tacit meeting, he was in a very delicate position. He was not willing to break up with Fahai on the spot, but at the same time he did not want Fahai's status in Kyoto to be like that.

Duda, and Fahai just said that it was His Majesty's decision, which meant that he was allowed to design the fight between the two, and he had full authority to take over.

"I'm really touched that the Imperial Master has such trust. Why don't you go back first and I'll give you an answer as soon as possible."

Fahai bowed and left with a normal expression. Before leaving the door, he turned slightly and smiled at the still unwilling Master Jingyang:

"On the day when Jinshan Temple reopens, we invite colleagues from all over the world. If you are interested, you may wish to come and watch the ceremony."

Fa Hai lowered his eyes, glanced at the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand for the last time, and then left the palace gate without looking back.

In the Huangji Palace, Li Qiuheng said in a deep voice: "The real person..."

"It goes without saying, Your Majesty, that Fa Hai rowed down the road so unscrupulously, and that Pindao followed. Your Majesty just chooses the day and place, and there is no need to favor anyone. When the time comes, Pindao will bring this divine sword to congratulate him.

Congratulations to him!"

Anyone who practices swordsmanship has a bit of charlatanism in their temperament. Just like Yan Chixia, the same is true for the Jingyang master in front of him. He immediately becomes furious at the slightest provocation from Fahai and vows to find it in the next game.

Come.

As Fahai walked out of the palace gate, he was still thinking about the glimpse of the Immortal Killing Sword in his mind. He had an inexplicable urge to get it, which made his originally stable state of mind gradually change.

Become restless.

Fa Hai originally thought that this was just a momentary impatience, but this emotion did not calm down for a long time after he returned home. In order not to make any mistakes at this juncture, he had to meditate and recite Buddhist scriptures silently to suppress the restless thoughts.

mind.

After a long time, Fahai's mind relaxed and returned to normal, and then he slowly opened his eyes from his trance.

"master."

After being able to bear it and handed over the sweat towel in time, Fahai realized that he had been covered in cold sweat without realizing it. He was silent for a long time after taking the sweat towel.

In fact, the strangeness in the mind has gradually begun to be exposed after the battle in the ancestral hall of the palace. When I met the green snake Cen Qingbi in the Wang family ancestral hall, the inner demons were magnified to the point of affecting reality. If it were not for long-term practice of Mahayana Buddhism,

Fahai had a glimmer of enlightenment at that time and suppressed his inner demons. I am afraid that Fahai would be in big trouble from then on.

Entering the palace today, when he saw the scene of the bloody battle that day, Fahai once felt that he could still smell the tragic smell of blood that day. He didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, isn't it just the inner demon coming back again?

Appearances come from the heart, and circumstances change with the heart. When he saw the ancient sword in Jingyang Zhenren's hand, which was one of the four swords of Zhu Xian that he had been collecting, the desire that had been hidden in his heart couldn't help but began to emerge, so that it reached the point where

He had to recite sutras to suppress him. If Fahai hadn't been profound in his teachings and decisive in his actions, if he had stayed in that hall for a long time, he might have snatched the Immortal Killing Sword from Master Jingyang's hand.

If the most majestic Buddhist leader in the world really commits such banditry, Fahai will be condemned by the people of the world the next day.

"From now on, unless it is a matter of life or death, all matters between the Imperial Masters will be ignored. Please arrange for me to give more lectures."

Fa Hai is suffering from the inner demons, and he wants to collect the experiences and insights of his predecessors to help him suppress or eliminate the inner demons. However, among the Buddhist monks who can cultivate to the level of Baiyun and Duzhen, they are already

It's so rare that there is any senior experience that he, a man like a true Buddha in this world, can refer to?

As a last resort, I had to use the method of a sage to review the past and learn the new, arrange more lectures and open altars, and gather the peaceful atmosphere of Buddhist lectures to suppress his inner demons.

Everything in the world has its cause and effect. Even if Fahai laughed at the end of the battle in the palace, he had a hundred thousand reasons to do that kind of calculation, but there will still be karma and retribution after success. This inner demon is probably God's plan.

Take your own punishment.

Nengren nodded repeatedly, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Master, has your Majesty agreed?"

"A promise is a promise, but when the day comes, it's still not easy to deal with."

With nothing to do, Fa Hai simply told Neng Ren about the Master Jingyang he met in the Huangji Palace today. When he talked about the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, Neng Ren's eyes brightened up and he said very keenly:

"Master leaves it to His Majesty to decide the location and time of opening the temple. Does this mean..."

Fa Hai continued the second half of the sentence with a calm expression: "I have nothing to fear."

"Master, didn't you tell me not to say bad words to family members?"

"I'm haunted by inner demons."

Because Youzhou is far away from Kyoto, it would take at least half a month for many disciples to come here. Therefore, Li Qiuheng should not choose the date to reopen Jinshan Temple too early, so he decided to set it on the sixth day of next month.

During this period, officials from the Ministry of Industry will go to repair the temple in advance and show the construction drawings to Fahai.

Although Li Qiuheng was a little wary of Fahai in terms of status and power, he was not stingy with rewards and titles like this. The court directly allocated money to set aside a large area, and also annexed many residential buildings and merged them into one place. Fahai was

At the same time, I was worried that it would disturb people's livelihood and thus harm the reputation of Jinshan Temple. After conducting a personal inspection, I learned that the compensation provided by the court was very generous, and I felt relieved a little.

Because the project to rebuild Jinshan Temple was initiated by the imperial court, the scale of the plan was quite large. After seeing the drawings, Fahai was still worried about whether one month would be enough to complete the project, but officials from the Ministry of Works patted their chests and promised that there would be no delay.

During the construction of the temple, Fahai lived in the Daxiangguo Temple. He often summoned monks from the capital to sit on the floor to lecture on sutras and sermons. He did not bother with matters such as subduing demons and collecting ultimatums from monks.

As Fahai lectured in Beijing more and more often, not only Buddhists came to listen to his lectures, but also many ordinary people who joined in the fun or listened curiously. Fahai always liked to use a relatively simple way to explain scriptures.

Even those without a foundation in Buddhism can still understand it. Gradually, even many common people feel that they have gained something.

In ancient times, due to space constraints, it was usually difficult to get a seat for such grand events as Fa Hai. Originally, the monks in the capital could barely get enough, but with the addition of the common people who joined in the fun, it was not enough. For this reason, there were private

Many monks came to talk to Fahai and wanted to drive away the people who were joining in the fun, but Fahai shook his head and refused.

The monks from Jinshan Temple arrived in Kyoto eight days before the opening of the temple. The first person Fa Hai met was Xiao An. They had not seen each other for a year. This boy seemed much more mature than Fa Hai when he was in Youzhou. He nodded.

He also grew a beard.

Thirty-two of the thirty-six disciples in the temple came over. Among them, the old monk Duzhen insisted on staying in Youzhou, so he left four disciples to practice and serve him. They were able to bear the pain when they saw their fellow disciples.

I was happy, but after looking around at the brothers, I felt a little disappointed. After Fahai asked, he found out that it turned out that the most talented disciple of Jinshan Temple had a close relationship with the one who had mediocre qualifications and was even stupid.

Well, among the thirty-two disciples who came from Youzhou this time, there was no Neng Zhu.

In the simple Zen room, the thirty-two disciples who had reunited after a long absence all bowed to Fahai and shouted loudly: "I have met the master of the country!"

Fahai was sitting on the wooden bed, looking at the group of disciples who had been following him for more than a year, and waved his hands with a smile:

"My family, what do you call a national master? I call you a master!"

When Fahai was teaching at Jinshan Temple, his discipline was not strict in private. Except during class time, the disciples even dared to joke with Fahai. They were laughing and calling "Master" in disorder.

There are not many monks of the same generation in Jinshan Temple. It can be said that Xiao An brought him here all the way from Youzhou to Kyoto. Therefore, Fahai is very concerned about the progress of his disciples' studies and wants to test their abilities.

The classwork was progressing, but I thought that they were also working hard along the way, so I had to suppress my mood and just greeted the disciples to eat.

When getting along with his disciples, Fahai discovered that the inner demons that he had always relied on to control by preaching the scriptures would subside unconsciously when he came into contact with the disciples. Fahai was in a happy mood for a while and simply stopped.

He was concerned about his schoolwork and asked attentively what happened when he was away from Jinshan Temple.

Youzhou is suppressed by the Purple Golden Bowl, the sacred weapon of Buddhism. Naturally, demons and ghosts dare not cause trouble. Therefore, the life of the disciples in Youzhou is not surprising. The only interesting thing is probably the demon girl sent by Fahai not long ago.

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The girl had an arrogant temper. After being sent to Leifeng Pagoda, she often felt depressed and boring. She made endless noises in the tower. Even the disciple monks who accompanied her old father Wang Jiangyuan into the tower every day were inevitably ridiculed by her. Looking at the whole temple, there were only

He has a dull temper and an honest personality, but he can get along well with this girl.

When the atmosphere in the cafeteria was getting thicker, Xiao An, who had already grown a beard, suddenly came up to Fa Hai and whispered with a smile:

"Master, I'm married!"

Looking at this old man who has been with him since he was a child and has now grown up, Fa Hai felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He picked up the tea cup on the table and touched it with Xiao An as if he was drinking tea instead of wine.

, asked:

"Red sleeves or colorful butterflies?"

Xiao An said naively: "I want them all."

A mouthful of tea spurted out from Fahai's mouth. Unexpectedly, the things that he had been thinking about and failed to accomplish back then would now be realized quietly by this old man.
Chapter completed!