It was different from what Xu Xing originally thought.
On the golden mirror, the destiny in the [Tao Fruit] column kept flashing. It seemed that he had experienced thousands of lives before finally matching the person who suited his destiny.
"The powerful minister Wen Guang's son..."
"The reincarnation of King Ming mentioned by Tenryuji Temple..."
"I had a good literary talent even when I was young."
"Until he was nine years old, the powerful minister Wen Guang passed away, and the Wen family was exterminated by the new emperor. Zen Master Fahui, who had a close friendship with Wen Guang, couldn't bear that Wen's family had no offspring, so he secretly replaced Wen Xing and brought Wen Xing to Tianlong Temple to be raised..."
"Now, at the age of twenty-four, he is the true successor of the temple."
In Tianlong Temple, in front of the Main Hall, a young monk in gray robe kneels in front of the Buddha statue, knocking on wooden fish and daydreaming about his origins.
There is no doubt that the son of a powerful minister should be related to his bright and yellow destiny [official thief].
The reincarnation of King Ming is his [King Ming Body] and the method he practiced.
And literary talent... is his red destiny [Wenchang].
"If I cultivate Taoist internal skills..."
"I'm afraid I should be reincarnated in the Taoist sect at this time."
Xu Xing looked at the shiny bald head and sighed.
Of course, he was just talking.
It’s good to have some exercises to practice.
He is not allowed to pick and choose.
It’s not that he hasn’t acquired Taoist internal skills. Xiaoyao Sect has a lot of skills spread out in the real world. However, these skills cannot be compared with Xuanji Temple’s temple-defending skills, the Eight-Armed King Sutra.
In addition, there is an ancient bronze mirror beside him, so it will not be difficult for him to switch to other exercises in the future.
It's just a temporary dress up, nothing to worry about.
Crunch——
The palace door was slowly pushed open.
"Zhixing..."
"The time has come for you to avenge your father."
"The Queen Mother is tortured by nightmares and has difficulty sleeping. She has invited many eminent monks to the palace to open altars, but none of them have worked. The Queen Mother has also heard that you are living in the bones of the Buddha..."
Zen Master Fahui stepped inside and whispered to Xu Xing.
He had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and two long white eyebrows drooping down his cheeks. At first glance, he was an eminent monk who had gained Dharma. At this moment, he gently lifted up his yellow monk's robe and sat on the futon near Xu Xing.
"nightmare?"
Xu Xing was stunned.
In his memory, the Great Yan Dynasty was much more powerful than the Fengxi Kingdom. The royal family had three innate warriors. Only the imperial power reigned supreme inside and outside the court.
With the ability of an innate warrior, it should not be difficult for the Queen Mother to sleep peacefully.
"If there is really a demon causing trouble..."
"The Queen Mother will not issue an edict to invite eminent monks to give lectures..."
Zen Master Fahui knew that his disciple had inherent wisdom and was a child prodigy when he was young.
He said in a calm tone: "When the late emperor was still alive, the empress dowager was jealous and drowned many descendants of the emperor. However, the late emperor always doted on the empress dowager and only punished her briefly. Now she has been fasting and chanting Buddha's name for a long time.
There are demons and demons nuisances arising in my heart..."
Xu Xing nodded.
When he was young, he was ruthless, but when he was old, he fasted and chanted Buddha's name, which gave him nightmares.
It seems absurd, but it is not difficult to understand.
It is normal for people of different ages to have different personalities.
"We, the young monks, are lucky enough to enter the palace. Is there any way to avenge my father?"
Xu Xing wanted to retreat and asked about the key point.
He entered this world for the purpose of cultivating the Tao, not for revenge. If he had the opportunity, he could take revenge at will, and he would not mind avenging his biological father in this life.
but--
At this time, he was not yet an innate warrior.
It is not a good thing to be too reckless and confront the court.
Fate is fate, not equal to strength. He needs to cultivate step by step.
"Fool..."
"Do you know why our Tianlong Temple is called Tianlong Temple?"
Zen Master Fahui smiled slightly.
Seeing Xu Xing's puzzled expression, he clarified his doubts and said: "Before the Buddha Sakyamuni became a Buddha, he cut meat and fed it to an eagle. The cut meat was called hatred, which turned into naga, and the eagle was the eight followers who followed the Buddha.
One of the tribesmen is named Garuda..."
"There is a secret method passed down in our temple called Dragon Transformation Technique."
"Kill people's hatred, turn it into the five poisons, turn it into Naga, turn it into a heavenly dragon..."
He explained everything one by one.
Xu Xing frowned at first, then gradually became relieved.
In Buddhism, it is said that those who are very angry will turn into snakes, scorpions and centipedes after death.
Naga, in Buddhist scriptures, is a snake-like demigod with a long body, scales and no legs, and is one of the eight tribes.
The dragon-transforming method mentioned by Zen Master Fahui is to cut off people's hatred and turn it into the five poisons, and then use the dragon-transforming technique of Tianlong Temple to turn it into Naga, one of the eight tribes.
"What should disciples do?"
Xu Xing's eyes flashed and he asked.
He had an intuition that Zen Master Fahui's purpose might not be simple.
It would be good to help Wen Guang take care of his son. There is no need to fight for the foundation of Tianlong Temple and offend the royal family.
However, people under the eaves have to bow their heads.
The best plan was for him to pretend to agree first and then proceed step by step.
"Zhixing..."
"You are the king of Ming Dynasty, and you are destined to be an Arhat."
"Hate cannot affect you."
"This time, I will enter the capital with you..."
Having said this, Zen Master Fahui knocked on the wooden fish and showed compassion, "I sacrificed my body to feed demons as a teacher. I am willing to turn into a dragon and swallow their fate of great flames to avenge your father."
"And during this period, you are the one who awakens my teacher's mind."
he warned.
"this……"
Xu Xing was startled for a moment, then quickly reacted.
"Revenge for the Wen family..."
"This is my disciple's wish. Thank you Master for your love."
He made a look of tears of gratitude.
After all calculations, he failed to realize that he was the villain.
Why feed the devil with your body...
To put it mildly, it was for revenge.
To put it bluntly, it means that he coveted the fortune of the Great Yan Dynasty.
If you really want to take revenge, wouldn't it be enough to imitate Jing Ke when you enter the palace?
Want to harm the luck of Great Yan?
After the decline of fortune, not only the royal family suffered, but also countless ordinary people.
"Children can be taught."
Zen Master Fahui nodded.
…
Exited the Main Hall.
Xu Xing stepped on the golden leaves of the ginkgo tree outside the palace and walked down the mountain road.
The Main Hall is the main hall of Tianlong Temple, which houses the shrines of various Buddhas. It is located on the top of Lianshi Mountain. The monks' Zen room is halfway up the mountain.
The reason why Zen Master Fahui came to the Main Hall to look for him was probably because he was worried that there were too many people in the Zen Temple. The Main Hall seemed solemn and solemn, but few people stayed here for a long time.
Entering the hall and knocking the chime three times is the daily morning lesson for his true disciple.
It was just early autumn at this time, and the mountain was slightly cold. However, the monks of Tianlong Temple were wearing single clothes and carrying wooden buckets filled with water in their hands as they walked up and down the mountain road. You could see monks and monks walking along the roadside everywhere.
chat.
"Senior Brother Zhixing..."
"It's Senior Brother Zhixing..."
"Senior Brother Zhixing, have you finished your morning lessons?"
As he walked slowly down the winding mountain road, many monks greeted him, and all of them spoke warmly.
In this life, Xu Xing's real name was Wen Xing. After being brought into Tianlong Temple by Zen Master Fahui, he took the Buddhist name Zhi Xing.