Fakong reached out and took it.

It is a small red sandalwood box, about the size of a ring box from a previous life. When I hold it, I feel the weight of the years and the weight of the wood itself.

"This is the relic of a sacred monk that I obtained in my early years. I don't know its name, but it has miraculous effects." Huinan hummed, "I have been enshrining it for these years. You can take it and enshrine it."

He stared at the small red sandalwood box and suddenly fell into a trance.

In fact, this relic was originally intended to be passed on to Yuan Zhi.

Among the disciples, the one with perfect wisdom and mind is the most successful, and his achievements will be higher. With the help of this sacred monk relic, he may be able to achieve Vajra.

pity……

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with sadness.

Fakong looked at the small red sandalwood box.

Huinan came back to his senses and hummed: "When reading Buddhist scriptures, first worship this relic."

"Then I'm welcome, take it away." Fakong smiled and put it back in his sleeve without opening it, and said with a smile: "Master, are you feeling distressed?"

"Get out of here!" Huinan slapped the table.

Fakong smiled, tithing, and walked away.

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In the Pavilion of Reflection on the Lake, Fakong slowly opened the red sandalwood box and saw a pure and flawless white relic inside.

The relics of the enlightened monk last time were in the form of amber, but this time they were like crystal.

He thought for a moment and gently pressed it between his eyebrows.

"Boom!"

He felt that he was instantly blown into powder, blown into nothingness, and ceased to exist.

My mind went blank, I was in a daze, not knowing where I started or where I ended, how long it had been, or who I was.

After a long while, he finally remembered that he was in the dust.

He was sitting on an Arhat bed, and dozens of disciples around him were sitting around the Arhat bed, lowering their heads and chanting sutras.

He already understood that his time had come, and he would pass away and leave this chaotic world.

A lifetime of experiences is replaying like a marquee.

He was born into a gentry when he was young, and his mother believed in Buddhism. Because he was smart, he sent himself to a monastery near his home, where he became his teacher.

I have a photographic memory. I can remember a Buddhist sutra once, understand its meaning after two times, and cross-reference it with other Buddhist sutras after three times.

In three years, I have read all the Buddhist scriptures in the monasteries within a hundred miles, and I have never lost when debating scriptures with others.

His reputation as a child prodigy was so well-known that even the prefect of a prefecture came to pay him a visit and learn from him.

He originally wanted to continue his studies and go further to obtain Buddhist scriptures, but his master Meng Huan called him to him and asked him to start practicing closed-mouth meditation.

If you cannot understand your heart and see your nature, you cannot speak.

Only when the heart beads shine and the dust locks open suddenly can you speak.

After practicing silent meditation all his life and being unable to speak, he found that his mind had indeed become extraordinarily peaceful and he had entered a deep state of concentration. He even entered the inner courtyard of Tushita on the fourth day.

I once saw Maitreya Buddha and listened to Maitreya Buddha's teachings, but I couldn't pronounce them verbally. I could only record them in a book, which is the "Amitabha Sutra".

Now, I will finally take off my skin, leave the wandering world, and return to the Maitreya Courtyard. I am really happy.

He smiled, chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and then turned into a white light and soared into the sky.

Fakong woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes, held the relic, and thought about it carefully, but he still didn't know who this holy monk was.

The memory is only a brief moment, not the life of this holy monk.

But this person's background is too scary.
Chapter completed!