Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen: The mighty Tianlong dominates the world
Probably not.
There is Tathagata in the heart of Dharma Sea, and it is as calm as Tathagata.
Strength is only one factor, and the other factor is that he is the reincarnation of an Arhat and carries great luck, so he can turn disaster into good luck.
Unless he acts against nature, or is pursued by someone with a strange destiny who can suppress his luck, ordinary people cannot kill Fa Hai. He is just like the son of destiny.
What is it like to be a child of destiny?
You want to kill him, but as soon as you are about to take action, an old man will come to save you, or you will change your decision under the influence of luck. One second you are still full of murderous intentions, and the next second you will think: "This person has a big legacy left behind."
Use it, don't kill it in vain."
Not to mention that Fahai is a Buddhist, do the people of Mount Wutai dare to kill him?
Even if the devil comes, he will change his mind due to the entanglement of fate and convince himself not to kill.
So I wanted to come to Zhang Heng.
Even if Fahai encountered a disaster, he should still be injured but not die.
In the world of Liaozhai, there is no one who can kill him.
One day, another day.
Zhang Heng practiced swordplay in his dreams every day and breathed out during the day, and his days were free and easy.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and just when Zhang Heng felt that he could still maintain calm, Yan Chixia's flying sword message arrived.
"Outside the south city of Xiangyang, in the Guan Gong Temple."
Pulling off the cloth strip from the tip of the sword and looking at the writing on it, Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
The strip of cloth was embroidered with gold thread, which was torn from the monk's robe, and the handwriting was written in blood, which was very sloppy.
And the blood on it is red blood, not golden.
Fahai is a turned Arhat. His blood is as heavy as gold paste and his face is like gold paste. It should not be red.
Combine two.
Zhang Heng quickly thought that something happened to Fahai and Yan Chixia.
Fahai must have been seriously injured, and Yan Chixia was also seriously injured and bleeding. The two of them were in very bad condition.
"I have to go out for a day or two, or maybe three or five days before I come back."
Zhang Heng told Fu Qingfeng and put his toes on the ground.
Soaring Cloud Technique: Flying Technique.
Wow!!
The moment Zhang Heng flew high into the sky, a mirror light shone from inside the palace.
This is the surveillance mirror of the Qintian Supervisor. As pointed out by the mirror, the entire Kaifeng Mansion is under surveillance.
"What a fart!"
Zhang Heng made a circle with his right finger.
The sword flew out from behind and divided into seventy-two parts, forming a mirror of sword light.
The sun shone on the sword, blooming with dazzling Gengjin Qi, directly blocking the inspection mirror.
"It's sword energy!"
Inside Qintian Prison.
The two supervisory envoys looked at each other and murmured: "Do you want to report it to Mr. Jianzheng?"
Another said: "Forget it, it looks like that person left Kaifeng. Right now Master Jianzheng is refining the eight formation diagrams. You and I can just record it in the record. It's better not to disturb such a trivial matter."
The person who asked the question also nodded: "That's right. Refining the Eight Formations is a big deal. The world is in chaos right now, and strength is the last word. With the Eight Formations here, you can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. This is an invincible place.
"
the other side.
Pudu Cihang, the national preceptor who was sitting cross-legged in the back garden and lecturing the emperor and his concubines, suddenly stopped reading and a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Hesitate for a moment.
Looking at the emperor who was fascinated by what he heard, Pudu Cihang recovered his thoughts and continued: "I heard that when the Buddha entered nirvana, Venerable Ananda served him and asked: "After nirvana, what should the disciples of the Buddha be as teachers?
, how to live in peace, how to tame the evil ones, and how to deal with the classics?"
The Buddha said: "Take the precepts as a teacher, stay in mind, treat them silently, and act according to the law. If one person follows it, a share of light will be given to ten thousand people. If everyone follows the precepts, they will have a golden light. If everyone follows the precepts and does not violate them, they will have limitless existence."
The light shines through all the darkness in the world.”
Qin Tianjian, the palace, the clan mansion, and the aristocratic family.
With the rising light of the surveillance mirror and the blooming Gengjin sword energy, countless people felt the emotion and looked towards the sky.
Some people don't take it seriously, and some people are secretly wary. They are happy, sad, sad, happy, etc.
Where is Zhang Heng?
He couldn't care about this anymore.
It turned into a stream of light and headed straight for Xiangyang. It took only two hours to fly thousands of miles and landed outside Guan Gong Temple.
"Crunch!"
Guan Gong Temple has been in disrepair for a long time and has been abandoned.
Zhang Heng pushed open the temple door and went in. The smell of decay hit his face and caught his eye. In front of the statue of Guan Gong without half of his body, sitting cross-legged was a young monk with his right shoulder exposed, his cassock stained with blood, and his hands tied with the dragon seal. No.
Who else could Fahai be?
"You're slow."
Hearing the noise, Fahai slowly opened his eyes: "If it were me, it would only take half an hour."
Zhang Heng said expressionlessly: "I'm lost..."
The sky was cloudy and windy, and Zhang Heng had never been to Xiangyang, so it was not normal for him to get lost.
Hearing this explanation, Fa Hai shook his head slightly and said: "I have been hit by the Buddha's hand in Mount Wutai. I cannot move rashly, otherwise my blood will boil and I will die. I need you to protect me."
"Da Luo Buddha's Hand!"
Zhang Heng frowned: "Which eminent monk from Mount Wutai attacked you?"
Fa Hai replied: "It's the three Zen masters Gui Nan, Gui Du, and Gui Jie. I was outnumbered and defeated. Fortunately, Master Yan came to rescue me. Otherwise, I would have been captured back to Mount Wutai and imprisoned in the Demon Sealing Cave."
Already."
Imprisoned in the Demonic Cave?
When Zhang Heng heard this, he found that the great monk of Mount Wutai had no intention of killing Fa Hai.
It's no wonder, everyone knows that Fa Hai is the reincarnation of Arhat and has an extraordinary origin.
How can I explain to the people above if I kill him?
Moreover, when fighting with the same sect, it is strictly forbidden to fight three against two. Fahai only lost with one against three. He also had to kill people. Is there any king's law in the world?
Everyone is inherited from the four great Bodhisattvas, so there is no need to show mercy?
"How's the bearded man doing?"
Zhang Heng turned to ask about Yan Chixia.
"Beard?"
Fahai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's quite appropriate. After he led me out of the siege, he placed me in Guan Gong Temple, and he led the pursuers westward."
After thinking for a while, Fa Hai added: "The bearded swordman is pretty good, so he probably won't be caught up."
should?
How can you say that this kind of thing should be done? If it should be done, the chances of problems would be high.
After all, Fahai's strength is pretty good, and Yan Chixia is just between them.
He was defeated by three Zen masters from Mount Wutai, and even Yan Chixia probably couldn't withstand it.
Just count the time.
Coming and going, two or three hours passed.
At this time, Yan Chixia and the others were heading west, probably reaching the Western Wasteland, and it was too late to pursue them.
"The bearded Jiren has his own destiny. Let's leave him alone for now. On the contrary, this is not a place for you to stay for a long time."
"As the saying goes, the more dangerous the place, the safer it is. There is a mountain outside Kaifeng, called Tianqi Mountain. There is Tianqi Temple on the mountain. There used to be a very interesting Taoist priest living in the temple. Now that he is gone, the Taoist temple has collapsed.
, but others don’t know.”
"I'll take you over there, clean up the Taoist temple, and let you transform into a Taoist and recuperate in the temple."
"No one would have guessed that the Taoist priest stationed in a small Taoist temple at the foot of the Emperor would be the world-famous Master Fahai."
Zhang Heng explained his proposal.
Fa Hai was a little confused: "Is there no better way than this? I am a disciple of Buddha. How can I turn into a Taoist priest and live in a Taoist temple? Isn't it okay to turn into a beggar and live in a bridge?"
"No, no."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "All dharma phenomena are false, so why be too persistent?"
"this..."
The situation is stronger than the people.
Fa Hai thought for a while and agreed: "Slow things down and follow perseverance, and urgent things follow authority. Slow things down and things will be smooth, and things up and down will make things chaotic. It doesn't matter. As a beggar monk, what qualifications do I have to be picky and picky. I believe that even the Bodhisattva knows this.
I won’t blame you or me.”
"gone!"
Zhang Heng grabbed Fa Hai and flew into the sky.
after an hour.
When he arrived at Tianqi Mountain, Zhang Heng put Fa Hai down and said to the collapsed concept of Tianqi: "Borrow the false and return the real, borrow the dream to return the real, rise up..."
Wow!
The collapsed Tianqiguan was reorganized again and soon became what it once was.
With a flash of his hand, Zhang Heng took out a Taoist robe and put it on Fahai, then moved him to the statue of Patriarch Chen Tuan in the Taoist temple.
Not to mention, Fa Hai's temperament and Taoist robes instantly transformed his image from an eminent monk to a Taoist image.
"There's still something wrong!"
Zhang Heng looked at Fahai's bald head.
After thinking about it, I took out a wig from the Qiankun bag and put it on him. Now it was perfect.
"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."
Zhang Heng's eyes were smiling and he asked: "Fellow Taoist, are you okay?"
Fahai was a little angry and ignored him.
Zhang Heng didn't mind and asked, "When will you recover?"
"About half a month."
Fahai felt his injury and replied: "Within three days, you should be able to move your fingers. Within seven days, you can almost get up. After half a month, it won't be a serious problem."
Half a month.
It's not long, it's not long, it's not short, it's short.
Zhang Heng doesn't know much about the Daluo Buddha's Hands in Mount Wutai, but he thinks it is a secret skill that is not passed down from Mount Wutai.
Fahai was struck with a palm and hit on the back. He was already doing well if he didn't die. Half a month of training meant nothing.
the next day.
Zhang Heng came to Fahai and brought him a copy of the Sutra of Chang Qing and Chang Jing. He said: "You have to live in the Taoist temple for half a month. If someone comes to check, you can't even memorize a Tao Sutra. Who will believe you?"
Is he a Taoist priest?"
Fahai learned to be smart and didn't fall for the trick at all. He just said: "I am mute."
After saying that, he pretended to be dumb and refused to learn at all.
Zhang Heng had no choice but to spread out the Taoist book and read it by himself.
Two more days followed.
Fahai's hands were freed, but he was still sitting paralyzed and unable to get up.
Fortunately, Fa Hai has the skill of fasting, and the troubles of ordinary people are difficult to manifest in him. Just drink some dew every day and it will be fine.
Then there were three more days.
There were still two days left before we got up. On this day, some villagers came up the mountain and wanted to ask Taoist Han to come down to pray for his father's funeral.
Taoist Han has left, and Taoist Zhang is the only one on the mountain.
Zhang Heng tried to send the villagers away by saying that Fahai was his junior brother, who was paralyzed and unable to walk, and that he had to take care of him and was inconvenient to go down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, the father of this villager who died of illness was a sincere believer in Tian Qiguan. Before his death, he had made a last wish that he must ask the Taoist priests of Tian Qiguan to save him after his death.
It doesn't matter if Zhang Heng and the two don't go down the mountain.
They can carry their father's body up the mountain, perform French rituals and then carry it back down.
Zhang Heng was not an unkind person. Seeing that the villagers were sincere and that he had received some advice from Taoist Han, he accepted the cause and effect and asked them to carry the person here.
At noon, the villagers brought up the old man's body.
Zhang Heng chanted sutras to pray for the old man before he left.
Twenty or thirty people gathered inside and outside the Taoist temple, looking directly at Fahai.
Fahai had no choice but to ring the bells, beat the gongs and drums, and start practicing the rituals as junior brother Zhang Heng.
"Thank you, thank you, Taoist priest."
Before leaving.
The villagers put down ten pounds of millet, five eggs, and eight copper coins.
There are not many things and not much money.
But this was his intention, and Zhang Heng did not refuse.
I went back to cook millet porridge and eggs, and gave Fahai a bowl of porridge. The two looked at the night and chatted every sentence.
The seventh day.
Fahai was able to get up, but he was still very weak and had difficulty moving.
It's early in the day.
Zhang Heng came to find Fahai and found that there was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old in the Taoist temple.
This girl is dressed in pink. She is eccentric and looks very wealthy.
She sat there talking to Fahai, but Fahai didn't answer him.
She was not angry, but instead asked interesting questions, enjoying the feeling of answering questions without asking questions.
Saw Zhang Heng coming in.
The girl was quite surprised and asked: "Are you the senior brother of this crippled Taoist priest?"
Zhang Heng looked at the girl, nodded and said, "Yes."
The girl asked again: "In addition to being disabled, is he also deaf-mute? I have been talking to him for a long time, but he has not answered a word."
Zhang Heng thought for a while, shook his head and said: "My junior brother is physically handicapped but strong-willed, and he is devoted to the Tao. He is not a deaf-mute. He may just think what you say is boring and doesn't want to pay attention to you."
The girl left a little angry.
The next day, when Zhang Heng came back, he found that the girl was still there.
On the third day, it was like this.
The fourth day, like this.
On the fifth day, it was still the same.
Day six.
When Zhang Heng came back, he found that the girl had brought a food box, which contained very rich dishes, which were much more exquisite than what Zhang Heng had prepared for Fahai.
But Fahai didn't take a bite.
When he noticed Zhang Heng coming in, he looked at him like he was asking for help.
Looking at Fahai's pleading eyes, Zhang Heng knew that he was upset.
Bodhi is nothing, and a bright mirror is not a stand.
Originally there was nothing, so how could it be stained with dust?
Fa Hai was upset and could no longer turn a blind eye to the girl, so he asked him for help.
"I will have two calamities in my life."
"The first is the calamity of love, and the second is the calamity of murder. If you can't survive it, you will only perish in this life."
Wait until the girl leaves.
Fahai and Zhang Hengfen said: "My emotional calamity has come, so I ask my Taoist brother to help me."
Zhang Heng heard the sound, nodded his heart, turned around and left.
Fa Hai sighed and said with a wry smile: "Yes, how can you let others help you when you are in love?"
The next day, Zhang Heng did not come again.
He didn't come to see Fahai until the third day. Calculating the time, it was time for Fahai to recover.
The girl was here that day.
She was playing the piano and Fahai was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Zhang Heng looked at it quietly.
It was discovered that Fahai had not sensed his arrival, which was unimaginable before.
But he said nothing and didn't even show up.
Two more days.
When Zhang Heng came to the Taoist temple again, Fahai was still here and had not left.
Has his injury healed?
It should be cured.
It only takes half a month for physical wounds to heal, but how to treat mental wounds?
Three days later.
Zhang Heng comes again.
The girl was talking to Fahai inside the temple, telling her story.
She is a daughter of the clan, and some bad guys in the royal family want to use her as a bargaining chip to marry her to Taishi Gu, the son of the Taishi family, in order to appease the Taishi family.
But she didn't like Tai Shigu, who was a romantic by nature and not a good match.
But she didn't know how to resist, so she could only go out to relax. When she saw a small temple on the mountain, she came in to take a look, and then she met Fahai.
She cried and begged.
She hoped that Fahai would take her away. She said that she fell in love with Fahai.
Fahai said: "I am a monk."
The girl didn't believe it.
Fahai took off his wig, revealing the incense scar on his head.
The girl cried loudly and left, never to return.
When Zhang Heng came back the next day, he didn't see her, nor on the third day.
Fa Hai was seemingly indifferent.
But when Zhang Heng came back on the fourth day, he saw him kneeling and praying in front of the statue of Patriarch Chen Tuan.
Perhaps, at this moment, he was thinking about how great it would be if he was not Fahai, but an ordinary Taoist priest from Tianqiguan.
If he were really a Taoist priest, he wouldn't have such troubles.
Zhang Heng saw everything in his eyes and still said nothing.
The secrets of heaven are endless, mixed with sorrow and joy.
The flow of waves in the mortal world is a calamity or fate.
He couldn't tell clearly.
All I know is that Fa Hai, who is deeply in love, is becoming more and more violent and his moral conduct is getting higher and higher.
It was so high that even Zhang Heng felt a little nervous when he stood in front of him.
He had only experienced this feeling with the old demon from Montenegro, and Fa Hai was even worse than the old demon from Montenegro at that time.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._