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Chapter 7 Arriving at Chenjia Village

The small pagoda that was put away no longer shines as brightly as before. It seems to be a sacred object that has been hidden away and is simple and unremarkable.

"Master, what are you doing? This thing is related to the destiny of Buddhism. Shouldn't it be safe to leave it to the senior brothers and them for safekeeping?"

Fahai subconsciously took over the flying exquisite pagoda and was very puzzled.

He still knew how much he weighed. It was a major matter involving the destiny of a religion. He was not belittling himself. Even the monks who were in the period of adversity could barely keep a glimmer of hope.

But now Master Ling actually placed the treasure on him, which is really puzzling.

"There is no need to worry too much. When this thing came into being, your masters and I had a hexagram. According to the hexagram, its fate should be on you for a certain time. Just go with peace of mind."

Seeing Fa Hai's doubts, Zen Master Ling stroked his white beard, but did not say anything more.

"Master, you are always like this, can't you explain it clearly?"

The little monk scratched his head, feeling quite helpless.

"You talk a lot, so I let you take it as you please. As a teacher, you have your own sense of proportion."

Angrily, he snapped his fingers on Fa Hai's smooth head, and the old Zen master looked like an accomplished monk.

"Okay, it's getting late, so you should go down the mountain quickly."

Seeing what the young monk wanted to say, Zen Master Ling frowned.

His long sleeves were brushed, and before Fahai could say anything, the world was spinning again.

When he woke up again, Fahai found that he was already at the foot of the mountain.

"I wonder, old man, are you so ruthless? You have to use everything in your sleeves to drive me away?"

I was caught off guard and was thrown to my buttocks. When I realized what I was doing, I looked at the slowly closing gate of the mountain. The little monk’s forehead was covered with black lines.

This is too true, isn't it? If you throw yourself off the mountain with your supernatural power without even sparing a word, can you still be a good father (master) and a loving brother (younger brother) and a filial son?

"Old man, since you did it in the first year of junior high school, don't blame me for doing it in the fifteenth grade!"

After making a verbal threat and looking around for no one, Fahai casually took a branch from the willow tree on the roadside and squatted in front of the temple gate to start playing tricks.

Without even half a stick of incense, someone patted his butt and stood up. After appreciating his masterpiece with satisfaction for a while, Shi Shiran walked away.

Above the mountain gate, Zen Master Ling, who was watching the scene at the foot of the mountain with his clairvoyance, almost lost his breath.

A lively old donkey neighed, and when it was finished, the word Lingyou was written in large characters on the side as if it was afraid that he could not see clearly.

If you point your finger at the monk and scold the bald donkey, is there anything that you, a traitor like you, can't do?

Waving his sleeves and blowing up the breeze, he wiped away the traces on the ground. Seeing the painting disappear, the old Zen master finally calmed down.

But soon, this peaceful state of mind was broken again, and the ground was restored to smoothness by floating dust, and golden light rose up, revealing its original appearance again.

This bastard actually used magical powers to draw a donkey?!



On the other side, walk on a winding country road.

Thinking that the old monk might be blowing his beard and staring at the masterpiece on the ground at this time, he felt a bad breath coming from his mind. The young monk felt a lot more relaxed.

Thinking of the 1,000 points in Qiajiang, a hundred miles away, Fahai's magic power rose with each step.

It looked like he was just taking a step as usual, but in the blink of an eye, the person had appeared a hundred meters away.

Feng Xu Yufeng, the end of the world is so close, this is the magic power of Buddhism shrinking into an inch!

After cultivating to great success, the boundary between reality and reality will be within a square inch, and even though all methods cannot touch it at all.

Of course, a certain eminent monk who was driving on the road would never admit that his original intention of learning this magical power was simply to avoid being beaten by his master.

While on the road, Fahai finally had the opportunity to appreciate the customs and customs of this world.

It's funny to say that although it has been twenty years since I traveled back in time, this is the first time I have traveled alone like this.

Before he was three years old, he was still called Pei Wende. As the youngest son of Pei Xiu, the prime minister of the dynasty, he lived a life of fine clothing and fine food.

At home, his parents take pity on him, his brothers and sisters dote on him, and his maids and servants take care of everything for him. The only time he goes out is to enjoy the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival with his family.

I have seen the prosperity and magnificence of the night view of Chang'an, the capital city, and the wealth and intoxication of the dignitaries, but I have not much impression of the life of common people.

Later, the prince got a strange disease. Because he was born with a Buddhist heart, Pei Wende was chosen by Zen Master Ling to go to the temple to pray for the prince on his behalf.

Everyone knew what happened after that. They knew that their Dharma name was actually Fahai, and that there were powerful beings like Lishan Mother in this world.

If you don't understand that you are traveling through the White Snake World, you will have read so many novels about your previous life in vain.

In order to escape his future fate, he focused almost exclusively on spiritual practice. It was not until he became successful in his practice that he finally agreed to his master's request to go down the mountain and join the world.

There are no years in the mountains, and when you are successful in cultivation, you will no longer be a handsome young man when you look back.

Therefore, along the way, there was traffic on the road and people heard chickens and dogs. This was an ordinary scene in the countryside, but it was also novel to Fahai.

Occasionally, because his magic power is exhausted, he seeks out a farmhouse to beg for a bowl of water and rest for a while.

Probably because the area has not yet left the influence of Weishan Temple, monks often travel to the village to exorcise evil spirits and diagnose illnesses. The villagers here are very hospitable to the wandering monks.

After finally getting rid of the farmer's kindness of inviting me to stay overnight, I waited until dusk, with smoke rising from the cooking pots, and the outline of a small village gradually appeared at the junction of heaven and earth.

This is the destination of Fahai's trip, the village where the fish demon is causing trouble.

After sensing the remaining 30% of the mana in the body, I guessed that it would be no problem to deal with a carp spirit in the realm of the Demonic Talent Pill.

Fahai straightened his clothes, put on the appearance of an eminent monk again, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the village.

Passing by the entrance of the village, he was thinking about how to talk to someone and ask about the carp spirit. Suddenly, Fahai saw a farmer walking hobblingly on the path not far away, carrying a hoe, and he suddenly had a thought in his mind.

He took the initiative to greet the opponent. When he was three feet in front of him, Fahai suddenly put his hands together and bowed:

"This benefactor, the young monk Fahai, came from Weishan Temple in Ningxiang. He traveled all the way through the treasured land and was hungry. I wonder if the benefactor could take pity on the young monk and give up a bowl of vegetarian food."

The person who came was about forty or fifty years old, with dark skin, thick joints in his hands, and calluses on his fingers. At first glance, he looked like a standard crop handle.

It seemed that he didn't expect that a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. He was startled and subconsciously raised the hoe in his hand as a defensive gesture.

When I saw clearly that the person speaking was actually a young monk with fine features, I felt relieved.

After forcing a smile, the old man joined his hands and bowed in return, but did not refuse.

"Although the family is not rich, it is not short of food and clothing. If the master is not dissatisfied with the simple life, just go back with the old man."

"Amitabha, I'm sorry for bothering you so much. The donor has a kind heart and will be rewarded with good things in the future." Fa Hai recited the Buddha's name and looked happy.

It's done!




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