Han Du looked up at Fang Xiaoru and asked casually: "You don't believe it? Then do you want to try it?"
"Just give it a try." Fang Xiaoru's face straightened and he was eager to give it a try.
Han Du glanced at him in surprise and realized that Fang Xiaoru was not joking, he really wanted to do it. This made Han Du hesitate. He didn't know whether it was good or bad to let Fang Xiaoru try it.
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According to Han Du, Fang Xiaoru is a strong and upright person, so it should be fine to hear this Great Compassion Mantra. But at the same time, Han Du is worried. After all, Fang Xiaoru is a traditional scholar. If he is overstimulated, wouldn't it be harmful to him?
Seeing Han Du's silent hesitation, Fang Xiaoru urged: "Brother Han, are you reluctant to let me see what's going on?"
Hearing this, Han Du chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Where can I go? Since Brother Fang is willing, of course he can. But if Brother Fang finds that he can't bear it, don't force it."
Fang Xiaoru nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Han Du did not hesitate, waved the others out and closed the door. He came to sit down next to Fang Xiaoru, nodded to Xiangxue and said, "Let's start over."
Xiangxue pursed her lips and smiled, nodding slightly. As the guzheng music played, her small red lips opened and closed slightly. The expression on Xiangxue's face was sometimes holy, sometimes seductive, and combined with the weird music and weird rhythm. It could have calmed her mind.
The Great Compassion Mantra that makes people feel happy and peaceful, and can help people escape from suffering. Suddenly it becomes demonic, as if there are countless alluring desires emanating from Xiangxue, and as time goes by, people's desires become more and more intense.
Fang Xiaoru was able to maintain a straight face at the beginning, but as Xiangxue continued to sing, his face became green for a while, and then turned crimson again, with wonderful alternations.
When the song ended, Fang Xiaoru still sat firmly on the chair with her back straight.
Han Du himself didn't feel very comfortable. If he hadn't been mentally prepared for it and had heard it many times before, Han Du himself might not have been able to bear it.
But for the first time, Fang Xiaoru actually listened to it from beginning to end. He is indeed a man of upright character. His righteousness is indeed something that people respect and admire.
Han Du thought that in the future, after Fang Xiaoru was beheaded by Zhu Di, he would be able to write ten words of usurpation in blood on the ground, and he couldn't help but admire him. Being beheaded was such a painful and despairing thing, but Fang Xiaoru was able to take advantage of the fact that he was still alive.
At that time, he wrote on the ground stubbornly, which shows how strong his character is.
Han Du looked at Fang Xiaoru with admiration and saw him standing up straight with a straight face and walking towards the door. Seeing something strange about him, Han Du asked strangely: "Brother Fang, what's wrong? You're like this
Where are you going?"
But Fang Xiaoru seemed not to have heard Han Du's words. He walked quickly towards the outside of the Jiaofang Division like a puppet.
Han Du was afraid that there was something wrong with him and hurriedly chased him out, but Fang Xiaoru was very fast. By the time Han Du chased him to the door, he had already left the Jiaofangsi gate.
"Brother Fang, are you okay? Where do you want to go in such a hurry?" Han Du was a little anxious. Why did this suddenly become like this?
Just as he was about to step forward to check what was going on, he was stopped by Fang Xiaoru with a wave of his hand. "I'm fine. I just remembered that there is something important at home. I'll just say goodbye. Brother Han won't send it off."
Hearing that Fang Xiaoru's expression was normal, Han Du let go of his worries. Originally, he wanted to invite him to have a drink with him, but now that Fang Xiaoru had something to do with his family, Han Du had no choice but to give up.
Fang Xiaoru left without looking back, but before taking two steps, he felt something strange under his nostrils. He waved his hand to wipe it, and a bright red came into his eyes. Fang Xiaoru quickly left at a faster speed.
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On the other side, Yan Ne led a group of warrior monks back to Tianjie Temple. After casually dismissing the monks, Yan Ne went straight to the door of Tianjie Temple abbot Zong Li without any hesitation.
"The poor monk Yan Na asks to see the abbot."
Yan Ne raised his hand, stood outside the door and bowed.
After coming here for a moment, a loud voice came from the house. "Come in."
Yan Ne pushed the door open and closed it behind her.
In the room, there was an old monk in a white robe, with two completely white eyebrows sticking out from the corners of his eyes. The old monk, who looked old but had a rosy complexion, was sitting under a huge Zen character. He was the abbot of Tianjie Temple.
Zen Master Zong. Zen Master Zong is currently the number one person in Buddhism, and his position as the abbot of Tianjie Temple was not inherited by himself, or he was granted the title by himself, and was bestowed upon him by Lao Zhu himself.
Zhu Yuanzhang once invited Zong Di to preach in the altar, and later gave him the title of abbot of Tianjie Temple, and even made Zong Di serve as the monk record secretary, responsible for the world's monks. So don't think that Han Du is an official. This ordinary old man in front of you
Monks are also officials, and they are officials with a higher rank than Han Du.
Yan Ne walked up to Zong Li and bowed solemnly again, "Meet the abbot."
"Sit down." Zong Li stretched out his hand to indicate.
Zong Yi took a closer look at Yan Ne's expression and asked, "What? The trip was not successful?"
"Yes." Yan Ne looked unhappy and lowered his head towards Zong Long. Then he carefully reported what happened to Zong Long.
After listening to this, Zong Lai pondered for a while, then looked up at Yan Ne and said to himself: "The Great Compassion Mantra? You have been studying the Great Compassion Mantra for so many years, how can you still be compared to Han Du?"
It was okay if Zong Lai didn't say anything, but his eyes turned red when he said Yan Ne. He looked at Zong Lai and said angrily: "Abbott, that is not the Great Compassion Mantra at all. Although the content is the same as the Great Compassion Mantra, it is a magic sound.
Yes, that’s the magic sound.”
The more Yan Ne talked, the more excited he became, and his words became a little incoherent.
When Zong Li saw it, he frowned and shouted, "Calm down!!!"
Yan Ne suddenly woke up as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He glanced at Zong Li and said, "Amitabha, thank you very much, Abbot."
Zong Long didn't pay attention to what Yan Ne said. Instead, he looked at him up and down with a frown, and asked in confusion: "What happened to you? How could you lose your mind so easily?"
Yan Ne looked panicked for a moment, and said with a bitter look on his face: "The poor monk is not talking nonsense, it is really the devil's sound. The poor monk can be regarded as a master of the Great Compassion Mantra, but the poor monk only listened to two sentences,
Just two sentences, and now this poor monk doesn’t even know how to recite the Great Compassion Mantra..."
When Yan Ne thinks of the Great Compassion Mantra now, he feels that the rhythm he heard in Jiaofangsi's place is echoing in his mind. He has studied the Great Compassion Mantra for many years, but he has forgotten the original rhythm.
What a terrible thing this is. What is Jiaofang Si Na’s Great Compassion Curse if it’s not a magic sound?