"Is this a gain?" Huinan came to the small pavilion with his hands behind his hands.

"Master, I want to study another Buddhist scripture."

"What sutra?"

"Master, let's make the decision."

"Hmm... then the Amitabha Sutra."

Huinan took out a yellowed Buddhist sutra from his arms and handed it to Fakong: "The fundamental sutra of our Vajra Temple is the Diamond Sutra, and other Buddhist sutras are supplemented to assist in enlightenment. Don't put the cart before the horse!"

"yes."

…

Fa Kong flipped through the "Amitabha Sutra", closed his eyes, and opened his eyes after a moment: "Master, are there any other Buddhist sutras?"

"...wait." Huinan looked at him, but in the end he didn't ask anything. He turned back to the house and took out ten Buddhist scriptures and spread them on the stone table.

Fa Kong turned over a Buddhist scripture and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes again, turned over a Buddhist scripture again and closed his eyes again.

Finally, I read through eighteen Buddhist scriptures and shook my head in disappointment.

The Diamond Sutra has such miraculous effects. Is it because it is the handwriting of the Patriarch, or because it is Xigabaye? Or is it something else?

He then asked Huinan if he still had the Buddhist scriptures recorded by Xika Beiye.

"What do you think Xijia Beiye is?" Huinan said angrily: "It's a legendary thing!"

Then he said that among the Snowy Mountains, there are only four temples that have Buddhist scriptures engraved by Xiga Beiye: Da Leiyin Temple, Kongang Temple, Mingyue Temple, and Feitian Temple.

Don't even think about going to see those four temples. They are all secret. Even if he gave up his old face, it would be useless.

Fakong shook his head mockingly.

Sure enough, there are not so many beautiful things in the world, I think too beautiful.

He quickly regained his mind and corrected his attitude: one day increases his life span by forty-eight days, which is not bad!

Save up to a hundred years in two years, grit your teeth, bury your head in nothing, and get through it.

He regained his energy and asked: "Master, can you understand the Buddhist mantra?"

"You want to learn Buddhist mantras."

"yes."

"Which curse?" Huinan sneered with sarcasm.

“We all want to learn!”

"..."

Fakong looked at him with a smile: "Master, do you think I can't learn it? My martial arts qualifications are not good, but I am smart enough."

"Huh, smart? Okay, let's hear it!" Huinan didn't bother to say more: "The Great Light Curse!"

…

"Pure Heart Curse!"

…

"The Great Ci Curse!"

…

"Reborn curse!"

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"Rejuvenation Spell!"

…

The Buddha's mantra requires the integration of body, speech and mind, making hand seals, reciting the mantra orally, and visualizing the mind. The three of them work together seamlessly.

The subtle state of being able to do three things at once while also focusing on one thing cannot be taught. It is all up to one's own exploration, and some people will never be able to figure it out in their lifetime.

Buddha's mantra, Buddha's mantra, the mantra recited by the Buddha.

The Buddha's chanting and upholding can have an effect on the outside world and even the worlds in the ten directions. Unfortunately, there is no Buddha in this world.

Ordinary people recite Buddhist mantras, visualize the Buddha, and do Buddha postures, just to borrow a little bit of the Buddha's power.

For practitioners, Buddhist mantras are only self-blessing and can only be used in their own inner world and cannot interfere with the outer world.

Huinan had a photographic memory of observing the sky, and he could master it as soon as he learned it. He passed down thirty-six Buddhist mantras in one breath without believing in evil, and put everything he had learned into practice.

There was silence in the pavilion.

The breeze blew over the wall, making the green bamboo rustle.

Huinan stared at him thoughtfully.

Fakong closed his eyes slightly, the seals made by his slender fingers kept changing, and his lips moved but made no sound.

After reciting the thirty-six Buddha mantras again, Fa Kong opened his eyes and said: "Master, there are three true mantras."

Huinan smiled: "Real curse?"

Fakong nodded slowly and seriously.

The master Huinan has a bad temper and a venomous mouth, but his heart is not bad. He speaks the truth and faxes things. He even shows himself the extremely precious Xijia Beiye Sutra. It is obvious that he truly regards himself as his own.

He responded favorably and told what he had discovered.

Medicine Buddha recites the same mantra simultaneously with himself.

Intuition arises spontaneously.

These three spells only need to be practiced well before they can be cast, and the other twenty-nine spells are useless.

Huinan still wanted to laugh, but Fakong looked serious, swallowed the sarcastic words, and snorted: "You are indeed somewhat smart, but unfortunately, your qualifications are not good, so you should just plant medicine well!"

There was indeed a pity in his heart. It was the first time he encountered such a smart person.

It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, in the Dharma-ending era, and the Prajna vehicle was cut off.

Fa Kong was satisfied that today's harvest was not small, so he said: "Master, I want Junior Brother Faning to come to the Medicine Valley to help."

"Fan Ning? You have such beautiful thoughts, get out of here!"

"Disciple resigns."

The law was empty and he turned around and left.

——

The sun sets in the west, and the sky and the lake are filled with rays of rays.

Fakong was bathed in the glow of the rays, sitting cross-legged on the green grass, casting a rejuvenation spell on the colorful lake water.

There was a fish in the lake with fried scales and it was floating on the shore dying, with its belly turned up.

He repeated the rejuvenation spell over and over again, but at first there was nothing left. After thirty times, a jade bottle appeared in the void, the jade bottle that only he could see.

The jade bottle tilted, and the water in the bottle poured onto him.

The water flow is as thin as a line.

A steady stream of water fell on him and then onto the fish through his fingerprints.

After five times of the rejuvenation spell, the fish with a white belly fell off its fried scales and recovered as before.

It turned around, swung its tail and disappeared into the green water plants at the bottom of the lake.

Fakong smiled.

The Rejuvenation Spell is indeed effective, and more importantly, every time it is cast, the Rejuvenation Spell becomes stronger.

The next time you save this fish, just repeat the rejuvenation mantra three times.

He tried casting the Heart-Cleaning Spell on a fish in the lake, and it worked.

The fish in the lake are not afraid of humans. As soon as he gets close, they all come together to grab food.

He cast the Heart-Cleaning Charm on a fish, and he cast it again and again, feeling stronger every time he cast it.

This feeling is very addictive.

When Faning came over to deliver dinner, he was all smiles.

Fa Kong stopped the Buddhist mantra and stood up to pat the monk's robe. Although the monk's robe was gray and resistant to stains, he still made it spotless.

"Senior brother," Faning beamed: "Uncle Yuanming promised me to come and help!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Yuan Ming finally agreed, and sincerity leads to gold and stone."

"Uncle Yuanming said it was because Uncle Huinan said something." Faning smiled and said, "Senior brother, you asked Uncle Huinan for it, right?"

"I mentioned something." Fakong admitted.

"Senior brother, from now on, leave all the chores in the valley to me. Now I only need to deliver meals to Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak twice a day, and I have no other errands."
To be continued...