"When the plot of the Legend of the White Snake happened, Fahai's face was already full of wrinkles, and he knew that he was a master of the world just by looking at his appearance, but now Fahai is estimated to be twenty or thirty years old at most. ”

Out of the temple gate, Zhao Zi'an walked down the mountain while thinking in his heart.

"In other words, it will be at least forty or fifty years before I see the White Lady......

Just as he was thinking about the direction of the future, Zhao Zi'an saw a spirited old man walking in front of him, walking like flying.

Zhao Zi'an's eyebrows were slightly raised, "Demon?"

With a thought, he drove his mana to follow.

The old man has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a Zen staff in a robe, and slowly moving a rosary in his hand.

"Demons, dare to pretend to be from my Buddhism!"

Zhao Zi'an's first fire of ignorance was inexplicably ignited, but he soon realized that this emotion originated from Fahai.

Fahai has been a monk since he was a child, and he grew up in the mountain gate, and Buddha is his faith.

At this time, he saw a demon in his eyes blaspheming Buddhism, how could he be indifferent.

Zhao Zi'an inherited Fahai's body, so he was infected by Fahai's emotions.

A flash of realization flashed in his eyes.

Walking in the world with the body of the sea of law, he should bear the cause and effect of the sea of law.

"Lang Li, Lang Lang, the sunny day is so beautiful, the red flowers are green grass, I am happy to run forward, walking all over the green mountains and people are not old, hahaha..."

The old man ran and recited a limerick with a long smile.

Zhao Zi'an also stepped into the air, quickly caught up with the old man, and accosted him with a smile: "Old abbot, is the wind refreshing?"

"Morning luck is very good for cultivating Inner Dan. ”

The old man replied happily.

Zhao Zi'an said with a smile: "The predecessor has a young face and crane hair, and he walks like flying, but Tu Na is still calm and relaxed, and his cultivation has reached the peak, how many years have you cultivated?"

After saying that, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This style of speaking...... How is it so similar to Fahai?

This body has affected him so much?

No way!

If it goes on like this, after a while, he can't tell whether he is Fahai or Zhao Zi'an.

If you want to solve this problem, do you want to do something that has nothing to do with Fahai's identity?

For example, it is a good choice to find an opportunity to go to the Great Sword.

But you have to run far, otherwise if you are recognized, a monk like him, who is only one line away from becoming a Buddha, will do this kind of thing, maybe any big man in the sky will not be able to see it, and it will be embarrassing to slap it down and clean up the portal.

"Time doesn't leave anyone, it's been two hundred years in the blink of an eye, what about you, young man. ”

The old man's words interrupted Zhao Zi'an's thinking, he laughed, and threw away those miscellaneous thoughts first.

"Oh, I'm ashamed! I've only been cultivating for more than 20 years, so it's better for you to be the abbot, you can steal the sky and change the day!"

As he spoke, his tone became three points sharper: "I can see at a glance that you are not human!"

Only then did the old man realize that something was wrong, and turned his head to look, facing Zhao Zi'an's extremely cold eyes.

"Bold and demonic, I want you to be revealed!"

Zhao Zi'an jumped forward, blocked the old man's way, pinched the magic trick, and shouted in a low voice: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Prajna Buddhas, World-Honored Dizang, Prajna Ba Makong, current!"

As his words fell, the mana in his body surged like a spring, and the old man's face was painful, and he howled miserably: "Mage......"

A burst of white smoke rose in all directions, and through the smoke, the old man disappeared, and the Zen staff suddenly flew up.

Zhao Zi'an frowned, and with a glance, he had already seen the original form of the old man.

"A spider?"

He stepped into the air again, sensing the aura left by the spider demon with his spiritual sense, and chased after him. "Want to run away?"

"I worship at the foot of the Golden Buddha of Fulingtai Temple, absorb the Buddha's shadow for a long time, and have a peaceful temperament, Master, you can spare my life. ”

The old man's voice sounded in Zhao Zi'an's ears.

"Hmph, nonsense. ”

said so, but Zhao Zi'an always felt that something was wrong in his heart, this scene was ...... How vaguely familiar?

He has a habit, he can't tell whether it's good or bad, but he can't think of things he can't understand, Zhao Zi'an is used to throwing it aside first.

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to.

So, although he noticed something unusual, he still didn't keep his hand.

"Robes!"

The white robe floated up, covering the sky and the sun, and the entire mountain forest was shrouded in robes.

Zhao Zi'an kept chanting incantations in his mouth, quickly chasing the breath of the monster, and after a while, he finally saw the Zen staff that suddenly flew up.

"Where to run!" As soon as he grabbed the Zen staff, he took out a vessel shaped like a small basin from his arms: "Look at my big Luo gold bowl!"

"Close!"

The old man's figure was suddenly uncontrollably absorbed by the golden bowl,

"Mage, be merciful. ”

The old man was embarrassed at this time, but he couldn't see the slightest bit of his previous compassion, and cried vigorously: "Spare my life, help!"

During the struggle, the crown of Buddha on his head fell, revealing a huge bald head, which looked extremely funny.

"Mage, be merciful, let me go. ”

He cried hoarsely, it was really sad for those who heard it and those who saw it in tears, but Zhao Zi was not shaken at all.

The wicked are the best at demagoguery.

After snorting coldly, Zhao Zi'an's mana increased by three points, and he directly put the old man in the bowl.

"Mage, let me go. ”

The old man cried bitterly in the bowl: "You are kind to Pudu, save the world and help the people, let me live." Now that the Master has accepted me, I will never be able to turn over, and I will never be able to turn over, and I will fall short after a hundred years of practice......"

The early bird is eaten by the worm, and the early bird is eaten by the bird.

Some people, running and running, are gone.

If he can escape this fate, the spider spirit swears that he will never run in the morning again in this life.

"Shut up!" Zhao Zi'an raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "A demon is a demon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered where his previous awkward feeling came from.

"Damn, how is this scene so similar to a movie I've seen before?"

Still holding the golden bowl in his hand, Zhao Zi'an's thoughts were already far away.

"This spider spirit ...... It seems that under which bodhisattva seat have you really heard the scriptures?"

So, yourself, caught the wrong demon?

"Mage, Mage......"

The old monk was still begging for mercy in the bowl: "Please, I really don't want to turn back into a spider......"

Zhao Zi'an came back to his senses, put on a straight face, and said to the spider spirit who looked like an old monk: "You have practiced for more than 200 years, have you ever hurt people's lives?"

Seeing that there seemed to be vitality, the old monk hurriedly shook his head, and hurriedly said: "I am relying on the spiritual wisdom of the Bodhisattva Buddha's shadow, how can I hurt people? ”

Zhao Zi'an stood with one hand on his chest and chanted 'Amitabha'.

It's not impossible to make mistakes, but he's not the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, if this spider really never harmed people, but just devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism, then it would be unorthodox to beat him back to his original form.

After confirming which world he was in, Zhao Zi'an sighed in his heart.

"No wonder, no wonder I always felt that the Fahai in my memory would be so lethal. ”

This version of Fahai is awe-inspiring, domineering, with the magical powers of a Buddha, but without the compassion of a Buddha, the six roots are impure, and then they fall into a demonic obstacle.

It wasn't until I saw the white snake give birth that I finally came to my senses.

The green snake and white snake in this version are the calamity of Fahai, and after this calamity, he will become a Buddha on the ground, but if he can't get through, it is possible to fall into the devil's path.

"Buddha, Demon, Demon, Human?"

Zhao Zi'an smiled calmly, to him, are these important?

He didn't have much interest in becoming the kind of Buddha who sat on the lotus platform without desire and desirelessness, but was extremely satisfied with the current state of Fahai, with joy, anger, sorrow, and hatred, and greed, hatred, and hatred, which was a living person.

"Fortunately, I crossed before the plot began, otherwise after Fahai's heart has been transformed, maybe I will become a high god and Buddha under his influence. ”

The current Fahai has such a great influence on Zhao Zi'an, let alone the future.

All living beings in the mortal world, each of them expects to become immortals and become Buddhas and ancestors, but if it is at the cost of losing human nature, this Buddha, Zhao Zi'an is willing not to do it.