In the evening, when Fa Kong was reading in the Sutra Pavilion, Cheng Yan came to him quietly and winked at him.
The two of them came outside the Sutra Pavilion and talked in a low voice under an old pine tree.
Cheng Yan took out a thin booklet from his arms.
Fa Kong took the pamphlet.
But it is a brand new book, and the fragrance of the pen and ink is still there, obviously it was just transcribed.
"It took me a lot of effort." Cheng Yan smiled proudly: "Don't tell me, I actually found it in a nook and cranny. You are lucky!"
"The Encyclopedia of One Hundred Buddhist Mantras" contains a wide variety of mantras, including all kinds of mantras, and this is the body-fixing mantra recorded in it.
It looks like a novelist's joke, written haphazardly and entertaining as the whims and whims bring it.
Real Buddhist mantras are self-blessing methods that can calm the mind, strengthen the will, or get rid of temptations, etc., which are beneficial to practice.
Buddhist mantras used for fighting and killing are often the words of novelists and are not reliable at all.
But Fakong insisted on seeing it, so he copied it and showed it to him to make him completely give up.
Fakong looked through it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.
Chengyan's transcription was extremely detailed, and even the text of the Buddha's mantra was written by previous dynasties.
Two dynasties ago, nearly ten thousand years ago, writing had evolved very far.
The writing at that time was clumsy and complicated. Hui Wen had to study hard because he studied Buddhism. Otherwise, Fa Kong would not recognize the Buddhist mantra after seeing it.
"There's not even a visualization diagram on it, it's useless." Seeing Fakong's focused expression, Cheng Yan poured cold water on it disapprovingly: "It's just written randomly, how can there be such a Buddhist mantra!"
Fakong put the thin booklet into his arms and said seriously: "Thank you, uncle, I'm going back."
"Don't practice randomly." Cheng Yan suddenly panicked, feeling more and more that Fa Kong was serious: "Don't make mistakes in your practice. I won't have the face to see your master in the Western Paradise!"
Fakong nodded seriously: "Uncle Master, is it because of the Demon Sect that my master was deprived of martial arts?"
Fakong sighed: "Women from the Demon Sect are really harmful to people!"
"Who told you?!" Cheng Yan's face suddenly darkened, and she glared at him and said, "Who said that?!"
"It seems so." Fakong nodded slowly.
The original owner couldn't tell what Yuan Zhi's expression was. How could he not see that he was obviously trapped by emotion?
People in this world believe in love, unlike the modern world who no longer believe in love.
"I can tell, you are a bastard!" Cheng Yan pointed at Fakong.
"Uncle Master, I'm sorry. Disciple, take my leave." Fakong smiled, titheed, turned and left.
Cheng Yan stared at his back with a sullen face, until she left completely, then she snorted and shook her head.
The fact that Yuan Zhi fell in love with the witch was taboo, and no one in the Snow Mountain wanted to mention it, so as not to disturb the hearts of the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect.
Everyone had a tacit agreement to keep it secret, but they didn't expect that this bastard would dig him out!
——
The setting sun dyes the courtyard of his monastery into rose color.
He stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the sky, waiting for birds to pass by.
On such a cold day, there are no insects in the monastery, only pine trees and plum blossoms. If you want any living things, you have to look at the birds passing by in the sky.
He was staring at the sky when he suddenly heard Chu Yu's footsteps slowly coming outside the monastery.
Chu Yu's voice sounded: "Monk Fakong."
Fakong opened the door and saluted: "Mr. Chu, please come in."
When he got to the door, no matter how much he didn't want to be contaminated by Karma, he couldn't turn him away, so he could only invite him in.
Chu Yu walked in with a smile, alone without any guards.
"Where are Mr. Chu's guards?"
"Come here without them following you."
"Master Chu, please sit down."
Fa Kong made two cups of tea and the two of them sat at the table.
Chu Yu took a sip of tea and tightened his sable fur. This courtyard was not as warm as his courtyard, and the cold air was so cold. Fortunately, the tea had a faint fragrance and was extremely refreshing. It was really good tea, and the brewing temperature was just right.
This monk Fakong is an expert in tea ceremony.
He put down the tea cup and said with emotion: "I used to be blind to recognize masters, but Monk Fakong, you turned out to be a true monk."
Fakong smiled and said: "What I know is just a small skill. I can't defeat the enemy or protect myself. It's not worth mentioning."
"This is the real monk." Chu Yu shook his head: "Martial arts, I always feel that it goes against the purpose of Buddhism."
Fakong smiled, but this was not easy to answer, so he changed the subject and said with a smile: "How many days will you stay?"
"Four days," Chu Yu said with emotion: "With my illness, staying here is really torture."
Fakong did not accept the move and nodded: "The Snowy Mountains are indeed too cold and not a livable place."
He really didn't want to get involved in this karma, and he would be happy to cast a spell on the monks in the Daxue Mountain Sect.
With a little bit of cause and effect, you might be able to gain the power of faith, just like Lian Xue.
But for a powerful family, there is no need to waste your efforts.
Being soft-hearted for a moment will not only do no good, but will also cause endless trouble.
Chu Yu said: "If it wasn't too cold, my mother would come over and offer incense in person to fulfill my wish."
Fakong smiled and said: "The princess is so sincere and pious, she is so kind."
Chu Yu sighed and was full of emotions: "My mother and concubine are very sincere to Buddhism. My father also allowed my mother to go through all the troubles to help her get a copy of the Amitabha Sutra. It is said that it was written by Xika Baye. It cost thousands of people."
It was written by a great enlightened monk some years ago."
Fakong smiled as usual, but his heart moved.
Chu Yu said: "I have also read the Amitabha Sutra. It is no different from ordinary Buddhist sutras. I really can't see any mystery in it. Monk Fakong, do you know how mysterious it is? It really has unfathomable power."
"It is extremely rare to be able to observe the handwriting of a generation of divine monks and get a glimpse of their style," Fakong smiled: "It is really a great fate for the princess to obtain this sutra. It seems that she is indeed destined to be my Buddha."
"It's a pity that this fate can't save the mother-in-law." Chu Yu sighed, turned his head and looked in the direction of the Main Hall of the Great Leiyin Temple, showing a confused look: "I often doubt whether the mother-in-law is worth it to be so pious, but the mother-in-law is very determined.
, saying that Buddha will definitely save her."
As he spoke, his face turned pale at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye it was like applying a layer of lime powder.
Fakong looked solemn and helpless.
Shaking his head secretly.
It seems that this young prince has made great efforts to understand himself and knows that he likes the Xika Baye Sutra.
He also purposely fell ill in his own monastery.
It is really a good plan to seduce one's heart with profit first, and then use illness and pain to seduce one's compassion, forcing oneself to cast the rejuvenation spell.
Fakong suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Commander Zhao, Mr. Lu, hurry up, Mr. Chu..."
He knew that Zhao Huaishan and the others must have received instructions and deliberately failed to come, so he could not greet them.
He was deliberately vague, maybe he could take advantage of their concern and force them to come running over.
At that time, they can help Chu Yu go back and break the current situation.
"They're not here." Chu Yu supported the table and smiled lazily.
Fakong looked at the direction of the monastery over there and shook his head helplessly: "Aren't you afraid that you will be in danger?"
It seems that they expected this move, so they were as firm as a rock and determined not to come forward.
It's no use even shouting until your throat breaks.
"This is the Great Leiyin Temple. What danger could there be? Could someone assassinate me? Haha...cough cough cough cough..." Chu Yu smiled and started to cough.
Fakong was very dissatisfied with his risking his life: "Master Chu, the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the palace."
"Cough cough cough cough..." Chu Yu kept coughing, making his face turn red.
Fakong said: "You should have medicine in your body, right? Take it quickly."
"Ahem, it's because the medicine is poisonous. It's useless and harmful. There's no cure for my disease...cough, cough, cough..." Chu Yu coughed more violently.
It feels like you want to cough your lungs out.
Coughing so hard that I can't breathe.
He lay on the stone table after coughing, clutching his chest, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball.
Fakong watched calmly, shook his head and said nothing.
He did not close his eyes or close his eyes, nor did he recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. He just watched Chu Yu's violent coughing quietly.
Half an hour later, the coughing stopped.
Chu Yu was lying on the stone table in anger, motionless, his handsome face was pale and numb, and his heart was as gray as death.
Fakong poured away the cold tea and poured another cup.
It's steaming hot and fragrant.
Gently pushing him to Chu Yu: "Drink some tea to moisten your throat."
Chu Yu sat up straight with difficulty and picked up the tea cup with his trembling left hand.
It trembled non-stop, causing the lid and body of the cup to tap lightly.
He took a sip and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had died once and come back to life.
Putting down the tea cup, he shook his head: "The monk is so cruel."
"In this world where all living beings are suffering," Fakong smiled: "Compared to death from starvation, pain, falling, being stabbed, and being bitten by wild beasts, what does Mr. Chu's cough mean?"
"...That makes sense." Chu Yu felt speechless and at a loss for words.
I misjudged the situation, and the Fakong in front of me was more ruthless and difficult to deal with than I imagined.
Fakong took a sip of tea and said, "Mr. Chu, it's cold in my courtyard. You are weak now and you shouldn't be here. You should go back to the monastery."
"Monk, are you expelling guests?" Chu Yu put down the tea cup and stared at Fakong coldly.
"How dare you." Fakong smiled: "If Mr. Chu falls ill again, it will be my fault."
"It doesn't matter if you are sick. Monk, you are good at Buddhist mantras. A single Buddhist mantra cured my illness."
Of course, Chu Yu knew at this time that his scheme had been discovered, and he made a decisive decision and fought hand to hand.
"What if the cure cannot be cured?" Fakong smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, please—!"
"So you are worried that it can't be cured." Chu Yu smiled and waved his hands: "If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. Anyway, all the imperial doctors and miraculous doctors are at a loss, and they have never been cured."
"What if things get worse?" Fakong asked.
Chu Yu smiled and said, "Isn't it possible?"
Fakong smiled.
Chu Yu was thoughtful.
He felt that he understood Fakong's concerns.
I had always wondered why Fakong hid his clumsiness and did not reveal it, but it turned out that he was worried and cautious in his actions.
Fakong put down the tea cup and stood up slowly, as if to see off guests.
Chu Yu tightened his sable fur again and said lazily: "Monk, let's just talk about it openly. How can you take action?"