"The mighty heavenly dragon, the world-honored Ksitigarbha."
"Sweep the dust lightly to protect me."
"Look at the monitor!"
Whisk is not only used by Taoists, but also by Buddhists.
Even more than these, Ruyi, prayer beads, wooden fish, Dharma bells, flags, nectar bowls, and thunder and fire orders.
With the exchange and integration of the two religions, many magical instruments are universal. It is not surprising that monks use whisks, and it is normal for Taoist priests to knock wooden fish.
However, Fahai's whisk obviously has an unusual origin.
With a shake of his hand, three thousand strands of filaments representing three thousand kinds of worries were struck at Zhang Heng's head.
Zhang Heng looked up.
The Milky Way falls from the sky, and behind the Milky Way, six circles rotate, showing three thousand scenes.
Here, the picture is of a catastrophe in the world of mortals.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy all come, and it is true: because the three fruits of concentration are unknown, the prosperous shadow becomes a poem, and I fall into the dream of the mortal world for no reason, causing three thousand troubles.
"Well done!"
Feeling the scent of the mortal world swept by the fly whisk, Zhang Heng knitted his hand and recited a mantra: "The height of Huayin is my palace. When you leave, you can soar into the sky and cross the breeze. The palace hall does not need gold and jade locks. It will be sealed by white clouds when you come in!!"
He stretched out his hand and said, "Seal!"
brush!!
White clouds rose in front of Zhang Heng, directly entangling the whisk that was swept away.
Fahai twitched his hand and found that not only could he not pull it, but Baiyun was still fighting for control of the whisk, trying to take the whisk away from his hand.
"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the diamond flame, break the demonic barriers!"
Fahai shook the whisk in his hand.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
Shake it faster and faster, and soon there will be blue flames rising from the whisk filaments. Once burned by this flame, the white clouds will immediately turn into white smoke and dissipate.
"The divine weapon is unsheathed!"
Zhang Heng is not a person who does not fight back when beaten.
Seeing the white clouds being burned by the flames, he immediately stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the sword flew out of the scabbard behind itself, heading straight for Fahai.
Ding ding ding...
Fa Hai waved his fly whisk, constantly colliding with the flying sword.
But he soon discovered that Zhang Heng's flying sword was too sharp. A single collision would cut off dozens of whisk filaments, and any further blow would destroy the magic weapon.
"How dare you destroy my magic weapon, how abominable!"
Fa Hai frowned in distress and said sternly: "Look, I will accept you."
"Get out the cassock!"
Fahai clasped his hands together, and the cassock on his body flew out instantly.
When the wind blows, the cassock rises by one foot, ten feet, a hundred feet, a thousand feet, and ten thousand feet.
Blocking out the sky and the sun, it was like a bag covering Zhang Heng's head.
"Split the sword, split it."
Zhang Heng saw the move and waved his hands.
One sword split into three hundred swords, floating in front of him like a wall of swords.
After doing all this, he still didn't give up. He spread his fingers and started shaking gently.
As the right hand shakes, the flying sword also shakes.
After the frequency reached its peak, three hundred flying swords suddenly merged together and turned into a stegosaurus composed of flying swords.
"The aura of sharp gold!"
"Dragon of Kangjin!!"
Zhang Heng pushed forward: "The law of divine fire and the sword kill the enemy."
hold head high!
The sword dragon rose into the air and bit into Fahai's cassock.
"dragon?"
Fa Hai took a closer look and smiled: "You can even try to master a small skill, let me show you what a real dragon is."
Say it.
He tore off his monk's robes with one hand, revealing the dragon coiled body tattoo on his body, and shouted in a low voice: The mighty heavenly dragon, World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Om, ma, na, bat, mi, hum."
Accompanying the six-word mantra of light, the golden dragon on Fa Hai rose into the sky.
hold head high!!
The golden dragon pounced directly on Zhang Heng.
boom!!
Fahai's Ksitigarbha Golden Dragon collided with Zhang Heng's Kangjin Sword Dragon, and the two dragons began to fight.
But soon, the golden dragon, blessed by the six-character mantra, gained the upper hand in the battle with the sword dragon and beat the sword dragon back again and again.
"Mantra!"
Zhang Heng snorted coldly: "Don't think that you are the only one who knows mantras and mantras, I can too."
Finished.
Zhang Heng also began to form seals with his hands and recited: "Three mountains return to the stream, Baopu is admitted to the imperial examination, Ge Zao teaches the Dharma, Liujia secret blessing."
Word by word, the handprints change: "Those who come, soldiers, fight, are all in formation, lined up, forward, and march!"
The nine-character mantra and secret mantra turned into golden light and blessed the sword dragon.
The blessed golden dragon instantly expanded in a circle, lowered its head, and swallowed the Ksitigarbha Golden Dragon whole into its belly like a greedy snake.
"break!"
Zhang Heng suddenly raised his hands.
The sword dragon exploded directly, and flying swords filled the sky and stabbed at the cassock.
Puff puff!!
Although Fa Hai's cassock was powerful, it could not stop the piercing sword of peace.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the cassock that covered the sky and the sun had receded, turning into a beggar's outfit full of holes and draped on Fa Hai.
"How can it be?"
In an instant, the golden dragon was swallowed and the cassock was torn.
Fa Hai's face couldn't help but change greatly, his eyes were full of distress: "Damn it, my precious cassock."
"What kind of precious cassocks do monks wear? I have seen through it better. As the saying goes, if it is not broken, it cannot be established. Your previous cassocks were shining with precious stones and had brilliant gold threads. How can you still look like a monk and a hundred-year-old cassock?"
Zhang Heng's sword was sheathed and he looked at the cassock full of holes and was very satisfied: "This is what you call a poor monk. You couldn't be called a poor monk before."
"this..."
Fahai was about to refute, but was suddenly stunned.
After careful examination, I found that Zhang Heng's words had profound meaning.
To know.
Fahai is said to be the reincarnation of an Arhat in the upper realm, and his understanding is naturally very comparable to that of others, otherwise he would not have achieved the level of Taoism in his twenties.
He cultivated the Dharma and made rapid progress.
If you practice casually, you can equal the effort of ordinary people for hundreds of years. It is just because you have not experienced hardships and it is too smooth sailing, so you are a little behind in your character.
But just because he is wrong does not mean that he is ignorant.
Thinking of the way he used to regard his cassock as a treasure and wipe it frequently, Fahai shuddered violently: "The body is a bodhi tree, the mind is a mirror stand, the Buddha nature is always pure, and there is no dust anywhere!"
In his heart, the cassock is so precious that even a little dust is unbearable.
But in this way, the cassock was dust-free, but his heart was full of dust. It can be said that he was full of greed, anger and ignorance.
"Thank you, senior, for the tip. It's the little monk who has taken the form."
Fa Hai clasped his hands together and said: "The six impure roots of the young monk are all three poisons. He is too persistent and superficial, and he almost fell into the devil's path."
"do not fight?"
Zhang Heng knew that Fahai had not yet exerted his full strength.
For example, his most powerful magic weapon is not the cassock and whisk, but the purple gold alms bowl, the treasure inherited from Jinshan Temple.
"do not fight."
Fahai had no intention of continuing the fight.
Just out of instinct, I couldn't help but ask: "That monster..."
Zhang Heng knew what he was asking, and replied: "She is indeed the canonized Princess Qingshi. You should have heard of her father. He is Qinggong, the main god of the Frog Temple in the capital. As for her identity and waistband, why?
Being cancelled, the story is quite long."
Fahai frowned slightly.
At first, he didn't believe Shiniang when she said that she was Princess Qingshi, and just thought that Shiniang was making lies to deceive the public.
After the fight, Fa Hai was convinced by seeing Zhang Heng's strength being reminded by him again.
"Master Fahai, Jinshan Temple is far away in Hangzhou, thousands of miles away from Mushan Mansion."
"You came to Mushan Mansion to slay demons. Someone must have told you something, right?"
Fahai is a relatively simple person.
He has been cultivating at Jinshan Temple and rarely stepped into the world of mortals, so he seemed to be aloof from the world.
Zhang Heng wants to come.
He came to Mushan Mansion to take in Shiniang, probably not on a whim, but because he was instigated and used as a weapon for others.
"To be honest, I was practicing in Jinshan Temple before, but a rich believer came up the mountain and wanted to give alms, and he asked for thirty thousand taels."
"After giving alms, I sent him down the mountain. When we were leaving, he told me that there were monsters lurking in Mushan Mansion, corrupting ethics. He hoped that I could come and have a look, so I came."
Fahai's face was serious, and it didn't look like he was lying.
"Believer?"
Zhang Heng suspected that this believer was probably sent by Pudu Cihang and other Buddhist sects.
Fa Hai has an upright nature and would rather break than bend.
Even if the Buddhists had a plan, they would definitely not take him with them, otherwise they would be asking for trouble.
But Fahai is very strong.
What should I do? Just coax him to play. With his character of saying "a demon is a demon" but saying "you don't even take me seriously", you can kill someone with a borrowed knife with just a little trick.