Standing in front of Fa Hai with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, Fang Yuan was so out of breath that he did not dare to breathe.
During his lifetime, he was just a resident of a village near Xuanping County. He unfortunately drowned while trying to save a child who fell into the water.
Because he was upright and upright in his daily life, he was offered sacrifices by his fellow villagers after his death, and was lucky enough to be granted the title of Baiyan Mountain Land.
However, after all, he was bound to a small place like Baiyan Mountain. He was neither as free and at ease as the immortals in heaven, nor as immortal as the city god of a county.
His cultivation is only in the early stages of building a foundation, so how dare he show off in front of Fahai, a Buddhist monk.
"Amitabha, young monk Fa Hai, today I want to see the land of Baiyan Mountain, but I have a question."
Fahai bowed and said the Buddha's name, and his attitude was quite kind.
"Elder, just ask, little old man will definitely tell you everything he knows."
How could he dare to accept Fahai's great gift? Fang Yuan turned sideways repeatedly and said in return.
"As a landowner of Baiyan Mountain, I think I should be very familiar with the situation on Baiyan Mountain. I wonder if I have paid attention to the monks in this temple in recent years. Are there any weird behaviors among the monks in this temple?"
Hearing the question raised by Fa Hai, Fang Yuan frowned. After thinking for a while, he shook his head with a wry smile.
"The elders don't know that although the monks in Baiyan Temple are inferior to each other from generation to generation, the founder of the sect, Master Zhixian, was actually an eminent monk with true cultivation."
"When the old man reached the state of bliss, he left a magic weapon in this temple. It has its own space inside, which can easily block the consciousness of the little god."
"The little god was lucky enough to be able to come in this time, and he was guided by the elder's Buddha's light. Therefore, if the elder wants to know about the situation in Baiyan Temple, he has asked the wrong person."
After saying this, Fang Yuan looked at Fahai cautiously, fearing that his answer would offend this powerful man.
"is that so?"
Rather than taking his anger out on others, Fahai frowned slightly, then as if to verify the authenticity, he tentatively released a ray of spiritual thought.
Sure enough, before his spiritual thoughts could escape into the air, a gleaming white light swept across the ground, and a peaceful and compassionate will bounced back to him.
Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have any killing intentions. It just appeared briefly and then disappeared without a trace again, as if everything before was just an illusion between the two of them.
Fahai frowned as he reintegrated his spiritual thoughts into his body.
He didn't encounter any obstruction when he went up the mountain. Even when he released the Leifeng Pagoda, he didn't encounter any interference. Even if the Buddha's power communicated with the netherworld and summoned the earth god, the white light never showed any resistance.
Could it be that...the magic weapon left by Zen Master Zhixian is only used to protect the monks in the temple from the prying eyes of evil spirits and heretics, but it will not be detrimental to Buddhists.
Thinking like this, Fahai tried to separate out a spiritual thought again, but this time he injected the brilliant and magnanimous Buddhist power into the divine thought.
Under Fahai's hopeful eyes, the spiritual mind wandered leisurely around the top of Baiyan Temple, and then slipped back to Fahai. This time, it did not encounter the white light from before.
Sure enough, the back-up skills left by Zen Master Zhixian will not work on orthodox Buddhist practices like Fa Hai.
As if he had taken a reassuring pill, Fa Hai suddenly heard a surprised sound from the land god Fang Yuan beside him.
"Right!"
Seeing Fahai's probing eyes, Fang Yuan couldn't help but smile and then quickly explained.
"You are really old. Looking at the memory of the little god, I suddenly remembered that a strange thing did happen in the temple a few days ago."
"It seems that a craftsman named Shafulin came to the temple early in the morning to stir up trouble. He said that his wife came to the temple yesterday to burn incense and worship Buddha. Unexpectedly, she never came back. After staying there all night, the man missed his wife. I was so eager that I rushed to the Baiyan Temple early the next morning."
"The man insisted that his mother-in-law disappeared after burning incense. However, the great monks in the temple all claimed that they had never seen the woman. Even though he invited officials to search the temple, they did not find her. Nothing different at all.”
"Afterwards, the man was beaten twenty times for false accusation. After that, Xiaoshen has never heard anything about that man."
Shaflin?
As soon as the name of that adult was mentioned, an inexplicable chill came to Fahai's heart.
He was so frightened that he quickly calmed down, stopped, paused, and then continued to ask.
"I wonder if that god has ever seen his wife?"
"This...there are hundreds of believers who offer incense every day, but the little god has never carefully identified them one by one."
Fang Yuan's face turned red with embarrassment, and his eyes were slightly dodgey.
"This is human nature. After all, everyone takes a nap sometimes. If you respect God, you don't have to blame yourself."
Fahai smiled, not overly entangled in this point.
"In the opinion of the Lord, is the disappearance of the Sha family's wife related to the monks in Baiyan Temple?"
"this……"
Fang Yuan looked at Fa Hai's face and felt a little hesitant.
"Respecting gods does not need to worry about the feelings of the young monk. Buddhist disciples aim to save the world and help people. If there is any evil in the sect, the young monk will show the wrath of King Ming even if he has no choice but to burn all the followers of Bo Xun."
With Fahai's promise, Fang Yuanyou said hesitantly.
"The elder's piety and high deeds are naturally admirable, but the monk of Baiyan Temple... To be fair, since the old abbot passed away the year before last, the little god feels that he has wandered into the devil's way."
"Oh? Why did the Lord say this?"
Fahai was a little curious.
"The little god is this land with a radius of ten miles. I often see butchers slaughtering sheep and cattle and transporting them to the mountains. Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I think except for those monks, who else has such a big appetite to eat cattle and sheep every day."
"The little god once heard Zen Master Zhixian say that the Lord Buddha abstains from eating meat and fish in order to restrain his original mind."
"If you cannot restrain your temporary desires, once you break the precept, the bottom line will only get lower and lower. Even if you do evil things such as killing people and raping their wives and daughters, it is also expected."
Seeing Fahai looking at him in deep thought after hearing this, Fang Yuan hurriedly laughed and teased.
"The little god talks nonsense and nonsense, making the elders laugh."
"No, no, no, but Zun Shen's words deeply touched the young monk's mind. The most important thing in practicing cultivation is self-discipline and consistency."
Fa Hai stretched out his hand to hold the ground of Baiyan Mountain, shook his head and said comfortingly.
"It is easy to defeat a thief with your mouth, but it is difficult to defeat a thief in your heart. Even if you recite Amitabha tens of millions of times, if you don't have any faith in your heart, how is it different from the devil?"
"It seems that today, the young monk will inevitably have to clean up the house for Zen Master Zhixian."
A clear glazed fire gradually lit up from the monk's eyes, like the angry king of Ming Dynasty, and the dark golden light filled the outside of his body, making him look like an Arhat coming to the world, full of divine power.
But at this moment, a sword pierced out from the shadows, aiming straight at Fahai's back and heart. It was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, with an awe-inspiring momentum that would never return.