In the supernatural world, what determines the strength and future of a practitioner. In addition to practicing hard, one's own qualifications are also very important!
For example, Fu Yang is a monster-level ascetic.
His speed in learning Taoism far exceeds that of ordinary people with Taoist talent!
Such people can be called "immortal favored people", that is, they are extremely destined to the Tao.
But perhaps what Fu Yang himself didn't expect was that at the same time... he was also a member of the Buddhist family and had a connection with the Buddha.
It's just because he has never really been exposed to the Buddhist path of practice, so he didn't notice it.
It was only today, when the eminent monks at Putuo Mountain were doing evening prayers, that they discovered that Fu Yang was actually a follower of the Buddha!
However, although he has a connection with Buddhism, it seems that he has no connection with Buddhism...
"Oh, what a pity. But now that the matter has come to this, there is no need to worry too much. If we can form a good relationship with this Fu Yang donor, there will definitely be good results in the future."
Kanna looked at Fu Yang who was meditating with his eyes closed, thinking to himself with a complicated expression.
The other enlightened monks, of course, had the same idea.
But now, they can no longer intervene in Fu Yang's situation. They can only watch the seven-story pagoda and fight with his own death...
What about Fu Yang?
What state is he in at this moment?
In fact, Fu Yang entered a trance-like state from the moment the golden Buddha lotus seed as big as an egg appeared automatically.
Not only can he feel the scene in the main hall of Guanyin Temple, and see the Buddha's sound and Buddha's light fighting with the death energy coming out of his body, but his soul is also wandering, as if he is about to enter some illusion.
It wasn't until the Bodhi tree finally appeared that Fu Yang's consciousness was completely separated from the real world. As for the Bodhi tree later, it turned into a nine-story pagoda, and then fragmented into a seven-story pagoda...
He doesn't know anything anymore.
Fu Yang was surrounded by golden light, as if he was walking in an empty palace with golden light. He could vaguely see the outlines of some huge buildings, which were very majestic and full of supernatural aura.
Click, click.
Every time Fu Yang takes a step, he makes a crisp sound. It can be seen that he is indeed walking on smooth ground.
I don’t know how long I walked, but the golden light around me disappeared.
Only then did he finally see clearly the situation he was in.
This is a magnificent Buddhist temple with various buildings undulating and shining with golden light. Statues of the legendary Protector Vajra and Dharma King in Buddhist legends are displayed everywhere.
Directly in front of Fu Yang, the giant statue of Nanhai Guanyin flashed with golden light and finally disappeared. Only a gray-robed monk with fine features and delicate features sat cross-legged on a lotus stone platform.
I saw that this monk was about thirty years old, with his eyes closed. He was handsome, with red lips and white teeth. Compared with the monk, he looked more like a handsome young starlet in modern times.
There are no ring scars on his head, which is smooth and has a slightly moist color at the tips of his hair. Not only does he not have the weirdness of ordinary monks, but he appears to have a unique charm.
If it had been in the past, in such a fantasy environment, Fu Yang would have seen such a strange and handsome young monk. He would definitely have been curious, snooping and observing.
But now, he was filled with lifelessness and despair. So he didn't want to care about it at all, thinking more about where he was now and who he was facing.
However, as soon as it comes, make peace with it.
Fu Yang's mood remained unchanged and he sat directly on the steps next to the lotus stone platform.
After a while, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder.
When he turned around, he saw that it was the young gray-robed monk who was meditating on the lotus stone platform. Now he came over and greeted him.
"This benefactor has benefited the poor monk."
The gray-robed monk put his hands together and performed Buddhist rituals.
Fu Yang waved his hand calmly: "I know that although you look young and ordinary, you must be a Buddhist big shot, right? I am hopeless and have no interest in anything. Of course I have no interest in you either."
As he said this, a stream of gray death energy floated out from the seven orifices. The scene was very strange.
The gray-robed monk didn't feel dissatisfied with Fu Yang's attitude and just smiled lightly.
Then he lifted the hem of the monk's robe and actually sat down on the steps like him.
"I'm not a big shot, I just feel that life is boring and the world is boring. So I found a barren mountain on the sea to live in seclusion. By chance, I met three interesting magical lotus plants. I like flowers and plants, so I built one next to it.
Buddhist temple, take care of it."
Um?
At this moment, even Fu Yang couldn't help but look back at him, a strange color flashing in his lifeless gray eyes.
"Are you... the founder of Mount Putuo? Is it you who opened the Guanyin Dojo in Mount Putuo?"
The gray monk nodded.
This is really huge!
The founder of Putuo Mountain is an astonishing figure similar to Zhang Daoling and Ge Hong. He was able to create a sect that continues to this day and has become one of the holy places of Buddhism.
The background of this gray-robed monk is simply terrifying!
"I don't care about the title of Founding Master. You can call me Monk Tantian. Little donor, I see that you are full of life and despair. It is obvious that you have suffered a serious blow. Can you tell the poor monk about it?"
Tan Tian and Fu Yang sat side by side, turned around and asked.
There was a strange light shining in his eyes. He seemed to be compassionate and pitiful, and seemed to be filled with a deep melancholy that could not be resolved.
But if you take a closer look, it seems to have become a kind of high and ethereal thing.
Tantian's eyes are very clear, like a mirror.
Fu Yang was surprised to find that the eyes of the founder of Mount Putuo actually reflected the shadow of a graceful woman!
There is something strange in my heart: "The four major elements of Buddhism are empty, but in the eyes of this peak Buddhist master, how can there be a woman?"
But no matter what, Tantian's words and eyes seemed to have a strange magic power. Fu Yang, who was filled with deathly energy and seemed indifferent to everything, actually had a strong desire to talk.
"Forget it, let's talk to this Buddhist ancestor. But how can he understand the feelings between men and women in this world?"
Fu Yang thought with a wry smile in his heart, but he opened up the conversation, telling the story between him and Wei Ke, from the first meeting in Xishan Cemetery, to the gradual acquaintance, and then to falling in love with each other... After many difficulties and obstacles, the lovers finally died.
Getting married. This process is narrated again.
It was said that he was confiding to Tan Tian, but in fact, it was also a beautiful memory for him.
Scenes that were either horrifying, humorous, sweet, or sad, like movie scenes, slowly flashed through Fu Yang's eyes and mind. (End of Chapter 4)