"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."
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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, 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!"
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"Pure Heart Curse!"
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"The Great Ci Curse!"
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"Reborn curse!"
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"Rejuvenation Spell!"
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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.
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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.
The rejuvenation spell was repeated over and over again, but at first it was empty. After thirty times, a jade bottle appeared in the void, and only he could see it.
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, it becomes stronger each time it is cast.
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."
"Hmm——?Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak?"
Fa Kong frowned.
Faning smiled and said: "Senior brother, don't worry, nothing will happen."
"The senior brothers who had the accident all thought like you." Fakong's face darkened.
His face darkened, and he naturally felt an invisible sense of oppression.
This does not come from martial arts, but from the momentum developed in previous lives.
Fan Ning quickly and cautiously said: "I took the initiative to ask for it."
"No one else dares to go, right?"
"There were also several senior brothers who asked me to go, but Senior Uncle Yuan Ming refused and agreed to let me go."
"...be careful." Fakong shook his head helplessly.
It's too late to say anything now.
I'm afraid there's nothing we can do if we look for Master Huinan.
Six top masters of the Demon Sect are suppressed in Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak. It is easy to be deceived by them when delivering food.
Monk Yuanming asked Faning to go because he was probably pure in nature and had peerless aptitudes, so he would not be easily bewitched by the martial arts of the Demon Sect.
"Senior brother, don't worry!" Faning smiled nonchalantly and said, "By the way, senior brother, we have a distinguished guest in our temple, a disciple of Mingyue Temple."
"Nun?"
"He is the disciple who leads the practice."
"Why are you here?"
"I haven't found out yet. I'll ask again, Mingyue Temple..."
He looked fascinated.
"Ming Yue'an has an unparalleled appearance." Fakong said with a smile.
Mingyue An is famous not only because it is one of the nine highest temples in the Daisetsu Mountains, ranking higher than Kongo Temple, but also because Mingyue An has a unique heritage.
The disciples of Mingyue Temple are all strong-willed and have refined temperaments.
Even if the appearance is not so beautiful, it is pleasing to the eye with the blessing of unique temperament and ice-cold muscles.
Faning sighed: "The relationship between our two temples is very good, but it's a pity that I have never met the disciples of Mingyue Temple. They are too mysterious and the disciples do not leave the temple."
"Well, it seems to be true transcendental practice." Fakong nodded.
The original owner heard about Mingyue Temple from monk Yuanzhi.
Mingyue Temple has two types of disciples: those who practice cultivation and those who shave their hair, that is, lay disciples and monks.
Disciples who have shaved their hair will never leave Mingyue Temple except when they are ordered to travel, so as to isolate themselves from the world of mortals.
When lay disciples reach the Tianyuan realm, they go down the mountain to refine their hearts in the world of mortals. Only when they see through the world of mortals and become tired of the world can they become monks.
Once you cut off your hair, you will completely isolate yourself from the world and devote yourself to the Buddha.
"Junior brother, every time before you go to Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak, you should listen to me recite the Pure Heart Mantra once, and again after you come back."