Chapter 132 Second Senior Brother, You Can't Beat Him
"I've heard for a long time that Baosha is big..."
Just as he was about to say a few polite words as usual, the middle-aged monk suddenly froze on the spot.
Wait, Weishan Temple?
Why didn’t I remember that there was someone with this name in the authentic Buddhist sect?
He couldn't help but wonder, as a direct disciple of Dalun Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, he had seen many famous sects with his master, and even the secluded sects had heard of them more or less.
But among them, he had never heard of the name Weishan Temple.
Could it be that it was a small shop that popped up in some nook and cranny?
It's not like having a powerful Dharma figure sitting in charge, no matter how bad it is, it's enough to squeeze into the ranks of a second-rate sect.
Moreover, the lifespan in this world is fixed. In order to seek transcendence and ascension within a limited lifespan, few people will go to the troublesome way to study the method of maintaining youthful appearance.
The few methods available can only be used after achieving the Golden Elixir.
Fahai's face is delicate and delicate, and he doesn't have the old-fashioned look. At first glance, he can only be regarded as a man in his twenties. Even if he uses the method of staying in appearance, he can build a golden elixir at such a young age, and his qualifications are indispensable.
Even in Dalun Temple, except for the amazing and talented founder of the sect, there is no one with such heavenly talent.
Forget it, it's better to ask Master about this matter later and let him make the decision.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but on the surface he still managed to hide his surprised look, and the monk's figure disappeared again into the mist of the mountain-protecting formation.
When he saw the other party returning to the mountain, a ray of light flashed in Fahai's eyes.
Pretending to wave his hands casually, the Leifeng Pagoda and the Purple Gold Bowl immediately turned into two tiny streams of light, floating in the void.
It doesn't hurt to be more prepared if you are on someone else's property and you can tell at a glance that you are here to cause trouble.
After making a secret move, Fahai returned to his previous calm and detached expression, quietly waiting for the visitor.
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Even if Fahai himself didn't mind, the abbot of Dalun Temple wouldn't do such an unwise move if he left a great statue of Dharma alone at the door.
Not long after, only a long and distant chime was heard, and the fog on the mountain guarding formation dispersed, revealing a group of figures walking slowly.
The first was an old monk with a kind-faced look and a kind-hearted look. His cassock shone with a stray light, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.
The Zhike monk who greeted Fa Hai earlier stood obediently behind the old monk with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed.
Needless to say, the identity is self-evident.
When I arrived, I saw the old monk clasping his hands together and saying a long Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, Lao Na Pu Xin, is the abbot of Dalun Temple, and has met Zen Master Fahai."
Common belief?
For some reason, Fa Hai inexplicably thought of the word Pudu in the name of Pudu Cihang.
"The poor monk Fahai has met Senior Brother Puxin, but he came to visit today and is causing trouble."
It is said that you should not hit the smiling person with your hands, so Fahai also clasped his hands together, showing enough etiquette.
"This should be said by the old monk. I heard what the bad disciple said. The purpose of this trip is to return the things that were lost many years ago in this temple. In both emotional and rational terms, it is the monks and us who should be the ones to thank the Zen Master."
kindness."
After saying this, Zen Master Puxin raised his hand to bow down.
"Senior brother, why should we be so polite? It's better to wait until the authenticity of this item is verified before making a final decision."
Fahai smiled and took out a page of gilded silk book that he had already prepared in his sleeve, handed it into the hands of the little novice who stood timidly beside him, and then handed it to the abbot through his hand.
I picked up the silk book, which had a slightly uneven texture of gold. I rubbed it repeatedly on the old Zen master's fingertips, and it was like the superficial impression I had when Pu Xin read it for the first time when he was still a young novice.
Standing next to Monk Pu Xin, the few almost elderly monks could not help but come forward, trying to distinguish the authenticity.
"Don't lose etiquette in front of your guests."
After coughing twice and glaring at his brothers, Zen Master Puxin slowly opened the silk book in his hand.
What strikes your eyes is a visualization of a golden Buddha. The entire body of the Buddha is red-gold, like a sun in an oven. Just looking at it gives people a burning feeling.
Underneath the visualization picture, there are lines of Sanskrit outlines in small regular script. There seems to be some indescribable charm between the lines, like a trickling whisper, sweeping the spiritual platform clear and clear.
"It's unmistakable. This is clearly the original scroll left by the founder! Amitabha, my disciple can actually see the treasure return to the temple in his lifetime. It is really my Buddha's mercy, my Buddha's mercy!"
Next to Pu Xin, an old monk with a white beard and a solemn face said tremblingly.
He is Pu Xin's younger brother, Zen Master Pu Ci, and is now the head of the Discipline Academy. He is responsible for supervising whether the disciples in the temple violate the rules and precepts.
It was rare for Puci, who had always been stubborn and unsmiling, to look so rude, let alone other old monks of his generation.
"When the treasure left by the ancestor returned, I couldn't help myself. I entered into delusional thoughts for a while, which made Zen Master Fahai laugh."
After a long time, Zen Master Puxin suppressed his excitement again, and laughed at himself with a wry smile.
"Senior brother, let go of your worries and return to nature. You can look forward to the future."
Fahai shook his head, but he had a higher opinion of the old monk's character.
"This time, Zen Master Fahai sent the Buddha treasure back to the temple. This is an unprecedented kindness since the establishment of the temple. Logically speaking, I should not have any undue requests. However, I still have a confusion in my heart that cannot be solved. I hope Zen Master...
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It seems that he felt that his behavior was not very appropriate, and he hesitated again and again, but Zen Master Puxin was still unable to say anything.
"Senior brother, I would like to ask why this heart-rolling method fell into the hands of a poor monk?"
Fahai could see the other person's thoughts at a glance.
"I'm not doubting the Zen master, I'm just the person who stole this thing. He has great magical power, and I may not be his opponent in a life-and-death fight."
It turned out that he wanted to ask about Pudu Cihang, and Fahai smiled secretly in his heart.
"Senior Brother, I'm talking about the centipede spirit. The poor monk passed by the capital a few days ago and accidentally noticed that there was a demon causing trouble in the capital. It was a centipede spirit that disguised itself as a monk to disrupt the government and tried to use the luck of the dynasty to practice a magic skill."
"Although the poor monk was not as powerful as the beast, he couldn't bear to see that creature in ruins, so he found out his identity and had a fight with him. Through various coincidences, he was lucky enough to join forces with others to kill the beast together."
"The Heart Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata was also found on Centipede Spirit. I saw the words Dalun Temple in it, and I wondered if it was something lost by the noble temple."
After listening to what Fa Hai said, the old monk was immediately relieved.
Master Puci on the side said angrily:
"This guy escaped down the mountain and did such reckless things to ruin the reputation of our temple. Senior brother, you should have let me go down the mountain that day so that I could kill this beast and take it back..."
However, he was only halfway through his words when he was unexpectedly interrupted by a voice from the corner.
"Second senior brother, monks don't lie. You have never defeated Pudu since he entered the temple. Senior brother, the leader, this is also for your sake."
In the corner, a monk who looked fat and broad-minded smiled naively.