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Chapter 135

With Monk Puyuan as his companion, Fahai naturally had one less worry.

After getting the other party's permission, he slowly extended his right hand to touch the shallow palm print on the rock wall.

His consciousness suddenly fell into a trance, and it seemed as if there was a huge palm reaching out to hit him. The huge wind pressure suddenly made his mind go blank.

When he came back to his senses, he was still in that simple cave, and Monk Puyuan just dusted off the futon and sat down.

"This palm..."

On the contrary, it is similar to the Maha Yi Finger he used in the Dayei Temple in the past with the help of the remaining Buddha power in the Bodhisattva.

However, the finger of Emperor Amitabha interprets the emperor's domineering invincibility in suppressing an entire generation; in comparison, the palm of the founder of Dalun Temple is much inferior, it is just the realization of a lifetime of practice before the death of a perfect Dharma image.

Although the Tao is different, there are things we can learn from.

Faintly touched, Fahai once again put his mind into it.

On the other side, noticing that Fahai had fallen into enlightenment so quickly, Monk Puyuan's old eyes suddenly widened, and his face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

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This type of palm print left by the Patriarch, as the direct descendant of Dalun Temple, he naturally studied it carefully.

This palm technique was born out of the ancestor's technique that was as strong as the sun in a furnace, but it happened that the yang pole produced yin, harmonizing with the initial level, and contained a wisp of the righteousness and broadness of all things in the water.

It has truly made it possible for the Heart Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata to go further.

I think back then, it took even Senior Brother Puxin, the most talented among them, a full seven days to understand the mystery behind it.

Now Fahai can only sense his spiritual consciousness for a moment. If he is really touched, this aptitude is simply terrifying.

There can't really be such a monster in this world, right?



The white horse passed by, and Fahai vaguely remembered that the sun was still high when he came. When he walked out of the temple gate, the sky was gradually getting dark outside.

"You don't need to send me any more."

He stopped, turned around and bowed to everyone, and Fahai's clear words rang out.

"I have benefited a lot from this visit to the temple. I would like to thank you all brothers."

Fahai was already prepared for a fight when he went up the mountain alone. Unexpectedly, the monks of Dalun Temple were so easy to talk to, but he was not prepared for it.

In this way, not only through studying the palm prints, but also gaining a deeper understanding of the Maha Finger.

Later, he went to the Sutra Pavilion, read through the ink written by generations of ancestors at Dalun Temple, and felt the unique way of practice in Buddhism in this world, which really benefited him a lot.

"There is no need to be polite, Zen Master Fahai. You are the benefactor of Dalun Temple. These are all things you should do. Besides, compared with the scroll of scriptures that Zen Master gave to this temple, we should have taken advantage."

Adhering to the principle of equivalent exchange has brought so many benefits to others. Fahai thought about it for a while before leaving and left behind a volume of scriptures that he had studied and studied in the past.

It is not a very profound technique that directly points to the great road, but an Arhat from Weishan Temple recorded his feelings about the breakthrough in his practice one by one after he made a breakthrough.

Although the Tao is different, it seems so precious to Zen Master Puxin and others who are struggling to find a way forward.

To pay such a price, Fahai is not without his own considerations.

Despite the previous promise from the monks of Dalun Temple, they will support the development of Confucianism and Taoism when necessary in the future.

But for Fahai, who is cautious by nature, it is ultimately a foolish decision to place all his hopes on the promises of others.

The purpose of handing over the spiritual experience of our ancestors to the people of Dalun Temple was firstly to thank them for opening the Sutra Pavilion, and secondly - to contain them.

It is not difficult to imagine the importance of a future that vaguely points out the direction for the Dharma figures in Dalun Temple who have always longed for transcendence.

In addition, monks in this world have a limited lifespan. If they already know the secret of transcendence, but they are unable to find out because the time limit is approaching, it is like having a mountain of treasure in their hands but not knowing how to use it.

Fahai has reason to believe that in the coming days, the monks at Dalun Temple will definitely focus all their energy on studying the scriptures. In contrast, this will naturally clear a place for Ning Caichen in the future.

obstacle.

"Meeting each other is fate. You brothers are very generous to the poor monks, but Fahai doesn't take care of himself."

Of course, on the surface, Fahai still looks upright and upright.

"To be able to teach such a master as Zen Master Fahai, Weishan Temple is worthy of being a sacred place of refuge for our Buddhist sect!"

He was very impressed by the young monk's grace and demeanor. When he saw the scripture with a vague purpose and transcendence, Pu Xin no longer doubted the other party's heed.

Being able to have ancestors of transcendental levels, and more likely to have more than one, there is no doubt that the heritage of Weishan Temple is astonishingly large.

Zen Master Puxin was sincerely grateful for his cautious decision at the beginning.

Sure enough, it was a wise move to go against all the odds and choose to befriend the other party.

"Weishan Temple has always been self-organized. How many years does it take for a generation of disciples to come and walk in the world? This poor monk still has the task of being a disciple, but he cannot stay longer."

"Amitabha, brothers, we hope to meet you in the future."

After saying the Buddha's name, Fahai bowed to the monks of Dalun Temple, turned around again and pinched his fingers.

Immediately, the Leifeng Pagoda escaped from the void, turned into a rainbow light, and flew towards the sky carrying the sea of ​​​​fa.

"The monks of Dalun Temple respectfully send off Zen Master Fahai."

They all shouted loudly, and Pu Xin and his party clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and nodded, remaining silent.

It took a long time, until Fahai's figure disappeared from the sky, and no one opened their eyes.

But I heard Pu Yuan let out a silly laugh of unknown meaning:

"What a prudent little Zen master!"



On the other side, I learned that Fa Hai had successfully convinced Dalun Temple not to get involved in secular matters.

Nezha and Lu Bu encountered some troubles.

If you think about it, you will know that one of the two is a little devil who is afraid of chaos in the world, and the other is a fighting madman whose fists are the truth.

Even though he had the cunning and cunning Yue Buqun as his foil, Master Yue's cultivation was low and he spoke softly, so the other party didn't care at all what he said.

After a lecture, His Excellency Fengxian, who already had more muscles in his brain than IQ, became even more impatient. He picked up the Fangtian Painted Halberd he carried with him and started fighting directly.

In the sky above Lingjue Temple, blood, energy and fire alternated and lasted for a long time.

In a one-on-one battle, even if Lu Bu suffered a disadvantage in terms of cultivation, he was still the strongest man who had survived countless killings, and he was invincible with his battlefield blood.

Soon, the monks of Lingjue Temple, who were defeated in turn, formed a mountain-protecting formation out of shame and were about to capture it.

Nezha, who was skimming the formation at the side, could not restrain his amusement for a long time. Seeing that Lu Bu was about to lose his strength, he immediately broke the seal, transformed into the sixth level, and disturbed the formation with a few shots, causing the monks to run away with their heads in their hands.




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