In the Fahua Temple in the southern city of Mayi, the great monk Yanyan was sitting in the main hall. There was a tiger lying on the ground in front of him, staring at him with two copper bell-like eyes, and saying something in his mouth.

A low whine.

"Idiot, you have committed sins in your previous life, so you will have such a disaster in this life..."

As he spoke, Monk Sengyan waved to the tiger with a look of compassion on his face.

"Come forward, the old monk will help you out of trouble."

After hearing what Monk Monk Yan said, the tiger on the ground seemed to understand, but seemed a little unbelievable. It tentatively stretched its head towards Monk Monk Yan's position and roared.

"Woooo..."

"Don't worry, come forward!"

Seng Yan still stretched out his hand toward the tiger with a kind face and waved gently.

"Come forward..."

In his words, the tiger seemed to have lost all its wildness. It lowered its head and slowly walked up, rubbed its big head against Monk Yanyan's waist, and roared again.

"Woooo..."

"pitiful!"

Monk Yan Yan had a look of compassion on his face. He slowly stroked the tiger's head with his hand and muttered in a low voice.

"If you ask about the cause of the past life, this is what you receive in this life. If you ask about the consequences in the future, this is what you do in this life. It turns out that you did evil in the previous life and did not cultivate your tongue in this life. Being a tiger is a punishment from heaven. But the old monk cannot bear to see you entangled in the animal world.

Therefore, I am pulling you out of the sea of ​​suffering. From now on, you must respect me, the ascetic, and perform good deeds. Otherwise, next time the divine punishment comes again, I am afraid that even the old monk will not be able to save you..."

The tiger seemed to understand what he said, and nodded repeatedly, as if to indicate that he would definitely change his evil ways and become good.

The next moment, I saw a flash of golden light in Monk Yan Yan's hand, and with a pop, a large hole opened directly on the top of the tiger's head, and a human head with a woman's hair in a bun protruded from the tiger's head, with a mouthful of

Said in a repeated voice.

"Thank you, Master, for your mercy! Thank you, Master, for your mercy!"

"No need to be so polite..."

Monk Yan and Baoxiang nodded solemnly, and stroked his golden hand from the tiger's head all the way down its back. As his hand stroked, the tiger's skin under his palm seemed to be cut with a knife.

The skin burst open, and the snow-white female body was looming in the tiger skin.

Whoosh!

Monk Yan Yan seemed to have been prepared. When one hand was touching down the tigress's back, the other hand had already grabbed a monk's robe that had been prepared nearby and covered the tigress with it.

on the body.

When his hand almost touched the tiger's tail, Monk Yanyan withdrew his hand and clasped his hands together.

"Namo Amitabha! Female donor, come out!"

"yes!"

This woman, who had just emerged from the tiger's skin, put on monk's robes, with an excited face, and her hands rubbing up and down her body, as if she was completely in disbelief.

"Slave, slave finally changed back, thank you master..."

Before she finished speaking, her face stiffened.

"Master, it seems that there are still some tiger skins that have not fallen off. Look..."

"Donoress, please be patient!"

Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"Although you yourself know that you were turned into a tiger because of the sins committed in your previous life, and the old monk also knows it, your family may not know that the reason why the old monk kept it is not only to avoid suspicion, but also to leave it for you, the female donor.

I need to provide some evidence to prevent the female donor and your family from thinking that you have done something immoral..."

"Oh I got it……"

After hearing what Monk Sengyan said, the woman suddenly understood and knelt down again to pay homage to Monk Sengyan.

"Thank you, Master!"

Monk Yan Yan was sitting in the main hall. After receiving the woman's bow calmly, he waved his hand.

"Since you, female donor, have recovered, leave early and go home. Remember, from now on, you must respect me, the ascetic, and perform good deeds, and don't make any mistakes."

As he said this, Monk Yanyan turned his head and looked at a novice monk standing in front of the temple door.

"Jingming, you are responsible for sending this female benefactor back and proving it to her family. If the female benefactor's family doesn't believe it, you can invite them to my Fahua Temple and the old monk can personally prove it."

"Thank you, Master!"

The woman nodded repeatedly, then stood up with a lot of thanks, and left with the little novice monk.

After she left the main hall, Monk Yan Yan raised his hand to grab the tiger skin on the ground and threw it to another monk next to him.

"Put it into the secret vault..."

"yes!"

The monk agreed, hugged the tiger skin clothes and left.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Sengyan recited a Buddhist name, then turned to look at a middle-aged monk standing next to him.

"So, are there still tigers transformed by people who don't believe in the Three Treasures in the mountains and forests near Mayi?"

"There are no such tigers near our Lian Sect anymore, but it's hard to say near the temples of other sects."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and answered seriously.

"After all, this kind of retribution saves worry and effort, and the results are immediate, so everyone uses it a lot..."

"It's enough that it's not close to our Lotus Sect..."

Monk Yan Yan nodded slowly and took a long breath.

"The old monk saw that Princess Pingyang's head was filled with purple energy soaring into the sky. It was inevitable that Li Tang would conquer the world. We, the Lian Sect, are no better than other Buddhist sects in the north. We cannot antagonize the Taishi Bureau because of these things."

"That Taoist priest Qingwei is also hateful!"

The middle-aged monk said angrily.

"If we don't have some spiritual saints in Buddhism, how can these frontier fools believe in the Three Jewels? What does this matter have to do with him as a Taoist priest..."

"Shut up!"

Monk Seng Yan glanced coldly at the middle-aged monk.

"Seeing the Tathagata through sound and form is originally an expedient measure. The old monk has long said that our Lotus Sect has its own method of expediency and does not need to act like other Buddhist sects, but... alas!"

Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and recited a Buddha's name.

"It's a pity that the Lian Sect's legal tribulation during the Sui Dynasty caused our sect to suffer severe injuries. Otherwise, why would we use this..."

Before Monk Yan Yan could finish what he said, a gust of cold wind blew by, and several black figures suddenly appeared in front of the main hall carrying a rope bed, bowing towards the main hall and saluting.

"Master Monk Yanyan, my ghost king invites you to meet with us!"

"Your ghost king?"

After seeing these dark figures appear, Monk Seng Yan's two snow-white eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

"Didn't the old monk send someone to tell your ghost king that the Taishi Bureau here is going to re-establish the Xuan Altar, and a real Taoist sect is haunting Mayi. If he continues to stay here, he will be killed, and he must go far away to the grassland to escape.

,He hasn’t left yet?”

"There is nothing my king can do..."

The black figure who spoke bowed slightly to Monk Seng Yan outside and spoke in a humble tone.

"The netherlands of the grassland are also places with owners. In addition, my king cannot replenish the netherworld after leaving the netherworld, which consumes a lot of money. He has to travel a long way back. There may be unexpected disasters due to the decline and the increase. Therefore,

He specially asked us to ask you, the great monk, to see if there is any other way."

"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Sengyan recited a Buddhist name and then stood up.

"It's the old monk who didn't think well. Let's do this. I have a Dharma-protecting Golden Light Mantra in my Buddhist sect. The old monk is willing to bless you to avoid your losses. But you should leave when you should. Otherwise, when disaster strikes, don't say anything.

The old monk has no compassion."

"Yes Yes!"

Several dark figures outside agreed, then took a step back and set up the rope bed.

"Master, please take a seat, we are going to set off now!"

"good!"

Monk Yan Yan agreed, then turned to the middle-aged monk and said.

"Old monk, go to the Ice Cave. You can take inventory again in the temple. Don't make any omissions."

"yes!"
To be continued...