One master and two servants can live happily together.
Zhang Congxin was happy to have his own legs again, but Mingran lost his legs for no reason and had a master over his head, so he could only force a smile.
Yang Fan asked the old monk Ran about the purpose of his trip. He knew it and did not dare to hide it, and said: "The poor monk is here under the orders of Senior Brother Fan to go to Fahua Temple to win over the monks."
"Senior Brother Liaofan colluded with outsiders in order to steal the Buddha's seal, which led to chaos in Fahua Temple. Although he had attained Buddhahood, a group of old monks who had left the temple had strong objections to this."
"I think he betrayed the ancestor and was treasonous."
"That's why senior brother arranged for me to be responsible for the exchange of information. I took the opportunity to recruit a group of people, in order to regain the support of the monks of Fahua Temple."
Yang Fan nodded, remembering the string of glowing beads when he escaped just now, and asked what they were.
Ming Ran put his hands together and explained: "This is the relic of our ancestor! When our ancestor passed away, he had a golden body. However, the poor monk couldn't bear to be separated from it, so he refined his golden body for ninety-nine and eighty-one days.
, he finally took out the relic and kept it with him at all times."
"This relic contains supreme Buddha power, which can suppress the mind and prevent the invasion of external demons. It is also imprinted with three supreme Buddhist dharma, one is instantaneous movement, the other is heavenly dragon protection, and the third is magic spell."
"...It's a good treasure."
Yang Fan's eyes fell on Ming Ran's wrist.
The corner of Miao Ran's mouth twitched, and he quickly took it off and handed it to Yang Fan respectfully: "Such an important treasure, a virtuous person can live in it, so please accept it."
"How embarrassing."
Yang Fan took it out without changing his expression and put it on his wrist.
Don't tell me, it's really suitable, not too big, not too small, just right.
Mingming's cheeks trembled: "The master is willing to accept it, which is a great encouragement to the poor monk. I only hope that I can make up for myself in the future and serve the master better."
This sentence revealed his true intention. He only had to say that he had no legs now. His strength was greatly damaged, and it was difficult for him to be a cow or a horse for Yang Fan.
"Don't worry, as long as you bring people here, I will definitely help you!"
Yang Fan waved his hand, showing his natural magnanimity.
After all, if you want to make up for your own incomplete body, the prerequisite is to recruit new people.
If he favors someone, he will naturally reward him based on his merits.
"Thank you, Master!"
Thank you immediately.
Anyway, knowing that he has entered a den of thieves and unable to betray him, he just wants to make up for himself now. As for whether it will implicate other people, it is not within his scope at all.
So, knowingly, he continued to say: "Master, we might as well go to Fahua Temple. The old monks there have a pair of good legs, ahem, and extraordinary strength. It is perfect to become a loyal slave of the master...
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Yang Fan asked: "Oh? Maybe their strength can catch up with you?"
"They either specialize in martial arts like poor monks, or they combine Dharma and martial arts. They have basically entered the realm of destiny. Some of the old monks of the Jue generation have even become true kings of martial arts, or even Buddhist Dharma Emperors!"
Ming Ran betrayed all those old monks without hesitation.
Many of them are senior monks of the same generation, and there are even some monks of higher seniority.
Yang Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
The True King of Martial Arts and the King of Buddhism all correspond to the strong men of the Three Levels!
The hidden strength of this Buddhism is really strong!
Last time something so big happened at Fahua Temple, it was not exposed at all.
Of course, what Yang Fan didn't know was that it wasn't that they didn't want to come out, it was just that they had seen the great power of the Buddha of the Void that shattered the mortal body with one blow. Who would dare to take the lead?
After all, these old monks have some common thoughts in their hearts.
Instead of worshiping others, how can you be more comfortable than becoming a Buddha and becoming an ancestor yourself?
Yang Fan glanced at him respectfully and said, "Then go and take a look first. When the time comes, I will naturally take action."
"Yes, Master."
Seeing Yang Fan nodding, he breathed a sigh of relief. The muscles on his body surged and slowly formed a pair of legs made of piled muscles. The knotted muscles were hidden by the clothes, so nothing unusual could be seen.
But they are not real legs after all!
This made Ming Ran's face inevitably look a little disappointed.
After all, without his legs, almost half of his strength will be lost!
Seeing this, Zhang Congxin on the side couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder in the spirit of unity and friendship, and encouraged him: "Old monk, don't be discouraged. As long as you work well for your lord, what does a mere pair of legs mean?"
"Look, don't I have a new pair of legs?"
He stretched out his new pair of long legs and said proudly.
"..."
Mingran suddenly fell silent. He looked at Zhang Congxin's legs, then at the other person's face, and resisted the urge to smash the face with a fist.
Who the hell are you showing off to?
How did you get those legs? Don't you have any idea?
These are his legs!
Showing off like this is simply heartbreaking!
Soon, the three of them arrived at Fahua Temple.
Yang Fan looked at this temple with a little emotion. That day, the Great Buddha in the Sky took action and almost destroyed most of the place. After a long time, it was completely new.
Looking back on that experience, Dongchang made a fortune.
This large temple that had accumulated for thousands of years was almost completely emptied, which greatly enriched the inner treasury of Dongchang. Of course, part of it was silently turned over to the emperor's internal funds.
" I don’t know if I can catch anything this time! At the very least, I can just catch a few fleshy King Kongs!”
An expectant smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.
At this time, deep inside the Buddhist temple.
As the acting abbot, Ben Xiang huddled in his Zen room. The temple has been quietly replaced by a number of old monks, either "Le" or "Jue".
This made Ben Xiang say in his heart that he couldn't be offended, so he simply gave up his power.
Whenever there is nothing to do, I go out in my spirit, just to seek some peace and quiet for a while.
The group of old monks did not dare to push too hard. After all, the position of acting abbot was given by the imperial court, and they did not want to break up with the imperial court.
But just today, when I was meditating, my eyelids suddenly jumped up for some reason.
"Is it possible that something is going to happen? Lord, why am I feeling so uneasy today?"
Ben Xiang opened his eyes and his expression kept changing.
Bang bang bang.
Just when he was thinking wildly, there was a knock on the door, and then a middle-aged monk walked in quickly.
"Uncle Master, the old monk is here again!"
The middle-aged monk looked gloomy and said quickly after saluting.
"Where did he go?"
Ben Xiang's heart sank.
Although he was an acting abbot, how could he feel at peace when he watched his uncle Liao Fan soar into the sky and become a Buddha in the human world by virtue of his position as abbot?
"Going to see Master Jue Yuan."
The middle-aged monk whispered.
Jue Yuan, an eminent monk of the Jue generation, once served as the head of the Discipline Academy of Fahua Temple. Even if Liao Fan is still here, he still calls him Master Uncle.
"This old thing!"
Ben Xiang cursed secretly in his mind, "You don't practice Buddhism, you only practice martial arts. Your life span is about to reach the end, and you still don't stop! You are worthy of your delusional desire to become a Buddha!"