It was late at night, and the moon was as bright as water.
The noisy chirping of cicadas can be heard from time to time in the forest at the foot of the mountain, making the temple seem more remote and quiet.
"Master is really old, and his character is getting better as he cultivates."
After being driven out of the house by the old Zen master with his Zen staff, Fahai tidied up his messy monk's robes and returned to his original handsome appearance.
"Master, you are breaking through the obstacles in your heart, making your mind clear and seeing your true nature. Bodhisattva status is just around the corner. Little Junior Brother, you are arranging Master again."
A man's clear voice came from a place not far in front of him, and not long after, a figure also wearing plain white Zen clothes appeared in front of Fa Hai.
The left hand holds a flower-shaped hand, which seems to be smiling but not smiling.
"Who am I? It turns out to be Senior Brother Huiji."
After seeing the person clearly, Fahai's tense body relaxed again.
As the eldest disciple of Zen Master Ling, and the one with the deepest cultivation of Buddhism, most of the disciples that the Zen Master accepted after him were taught by this senior brother, and Fahai was naturally no exception.
Moreover, he was modest and friendly, and Fahai was always willing to get close to him.
"You little monkey, have you made Master angry again?"
He stretched out his hand and touched Fahai's shiny bald head. When he thought about how his junior brother used to make his master so angry that three corpses jumped up and were chased and beaten all over the monastery, Monk Huiji couldn't help but want to laugh.
"No way, I'm here to say goodbye to Master. After all, I will go down the mountain to travel in the clouds tomorrow. I don't know how long it will take to come back."
Dissatisfied, Fahai avoided the slander that suddenly appeared on his head, and Fahai righteously denied Huiji's slander against him.
"Hey, aren't you always conscientious in your actions, and you were actually persuaded to go down the mountain this time?"
Unexpectedly, Fa Hai would say these words. Monk Huiji looked at his junior brother in surprise.
Except for the master, no one knows this little junior brother better than him. He is a master who even goes down the mountain to fetch water and never forgets to bring the Buddha's magic weapon. This time he actually listened to the master's words and agreed to go down the mountain for a wandering trip.
Is it possible that the sun is rising in the west today?
"Senior brother, please don't move your hands or feet, are you not allowing me to move quietly?!"
His feet shrank to the ground and he once again avoided Hui Ji's rough hand touching his forehead. Fahai's forehead was covered with black lines.
"I have cultivated a golden body and am immune to all diseases. I don't even have a fever."
Monk Huiji had a strange look on his face and kept talking plausibly, not caring about Fahai's increasingly darker complexion.
"Ahem, no matter what, it's always a good thing to gain more knowledge."
Seeing that her junior brother looked at her in an increasingly wrong way, Hui Ji finally woke up and spoke out to make amends.
As if thinking of something, he hurriedly took out something from his pocket.
"By the way, this is the fifth-generation host who traveled around Wushan in the past. He encountered an evil dragon that was harming the people. He fought with it for hundreds of rounds. He cut off a dragon-subduing staff that was refined behind the dragon monster. Injecting mana into it can summon a dragon.
The Qingjiao from Zifuqi helped me, and the master asked me to take what I can use with my junior brother Yunyu."
Fahai took the staff and saw that it grew longer when exposed to the wind. As soon as he took hold of it, it was already as tall as a person.
There is a golden dragon coiled on the body of the staff, and there are nine interlocking silver rings on the top. The breeze blows, and the two collide with each other like an eminent monk reciting slow words, which is extremely magical.
"Nothing else?"
The dissatisfied little monk Fahai looked sideways at his senior brother and made up his mind to make the lion open his mouth.
My uncovered mouth!!
Huiji smiled bitterly, wishing she could give her previous self a slap in the face.
I wonder if my junior brother is a man who spends every penny and yet he actually dares to make fun of him in front of him. It seems that he will inevitably bleed heavily today.
After some thought, she took out a spiritual bead from her arms and handed it to Fahai with a grimace.
"Senior Brother, I was negligent. This thing is called the Green Toad Bead. It was obtained by killing a poisonous toad when I first went down the mountain. It can be dissolved into water and can cure hundreds of poisons. It is of little use to me now. Junior Brother is wandering around like this.
Just take it with you in case you need it."
"Then why are you embarrassed? Junior brother, I would like to thank senior brother Huiji for his kindness here."
Although he said polite words, Fahai was not slow in taking action.
Smiling, he took the spirit bead from Huiji's hand. After thinking for a while, the little monk took out a fire date from his arms.
"These are the dates I picked from my master's precious knotty tree. Eating one can prolong your life for ten years. I only picked three dates, so now I will give one to my senior brother."
Although he was naughty and naughty, he also knew how to behave appropriately. Even if he made some harmless jokes with many senior brothers, he would often make amends afterwards.
Therefore, although it is a bit annoying sometimes, no one really hates this little junior brother.
Master's precious spiritual plant...
The corners of Huiji's mouth twitched.
It takes fifty years to grow a tree, but it takes only one hundred and two years to bear fruit but only thirteen or four to five years old. You take away one-fifth of it in one fell swoop...
If it weren't for the sake of your natural birth as a Buddhist, I would have given you another beating.
However, thinking about the temperament of his younger brother, Monk Huiji was relieved. He could still keep most of it for his master, which was enough for him to enjoy himself secretly.
"Senior brother, don't you want it?"
Seeing that Huiji didn't respond for a long time, Fahai felt a little strange.
"Yes! Of course!"
After coming back to his senses, Monk Huiji quickly accepted his junior brother's kindness.
Being able to make money from this little junior brother who has nothing to lose, if you tell it, it will make other junior brothers jealous to the point of distortion.
After chatting with Huiji for a few more words, Fahai saw that it was getting late and he would go down the mountain tomorrow, so Fahai went back to his meditation room to rest.
Seeing his junior brother walking away, Monk Huiji over there shook his head and was about to leave. Suddenly he saw a black shadow in front of him, and then he reacted with a sudden light on his hand.
Hmm? Where is my Huozao?? Such a big baby???
The spiritual object that I got was robbed in front of me. Tell me, do I, the chief of Weishan Temple, still have any face?!
The confused Huiji was so embarrassed and annoyed that she subconsciously let go of her spiritual consciousness to search.
However, as a secret message reached his ears, the great monk froze.
"Hmph, I confiscated the things, and I will treat them as punishment for your failure to discipline your little junior brother."
The old but familiar voice and the entire Weishan Temple could snatch things away from this new Arahant. Who else but Zen Master Ling could steal something from him?
If you can't bully me, then come and bully me. Master, please be a human being!
The great monk Huiji, who was already over sixty years old, felt as aggrieved as a child.
On the other side, in the Zen room where the abbot was, Master Ling carefully put the jujubes in his palm into a jade box and put them away. After a while, he finally showed a smile:
"At least this guy has a conscience, so my love for him is in vain."
Not to mention the small theater of the master and apprentice here.
On the other side, just after returning to the Zen room, Fahai was about to lie down with his clothes on when he suddenly heard a clear sound coming from his ears, followed by a cold and mechanical female voice:
Ding! The existence of the host has been detected, and the Zhutian Mythology chat group has sent you an invitation. Do you want to accept it?
Could it be that... my golden finger is finally online?!
Zen Master Fahai, who has been reciting Buddhist sutras for nearly twenty years and has almost forgotten that he was once a time traveler, has tears in his eyes.
Finally, the day came when the clouds cleared and the sun finally cleared.