Outside the mountain gate of Tiansui Temple, Zheng Fan had already taken off the hat, revealing a vivid metal face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Do you have a solution?"

Faced with the old monk's inquiry, Zheng Fan was more direct.

"Reincarnation is already unstoppable, and if those thirty-six Sanskrit words are withdrawn from your body, your soul will also be annihilated." The old monk's words made Zheng Fan's metal face sink a lot.

"In the eyes of the old monk, it is a great blessing for the donor to get these 36 Sanskrit texts, why should he be so rejected?" Observing the change in Zheng Fan's expression, the old monk continued.

"What do you mean by that?"

Zheng Fan took a puff of his pipe and asked the old monk in a deep voice.

"If I'm not mistaken, you don't have an innate body, little donor, even if you forcibly take away the acquired body, it will be difficult to maintain it in the future." The old monk closed his eyes and said.

"How can you be sure that I can't temper my acquired body into an innate spirit body." Zheng Fan rubbed his eyelids and didn't seem to believe the old monk's words very much.

"The ancient meaning of the little donor is too heavy, but I don't know that forcibly taking things outside the body for your own use has buried a huge hidden danger, if you are a congenital body, you can still be a little better, use the dead body to raise the ancients, the final result, even your soul will be assimilated by the antiquities, and gradually lose yourself." The old monk's statement made Zheng Fan secretly frightened.

"If you fall into the path of reincarnation, once the memory cannot be continued, isn't it a loss of self?" Zheng Fan stared at the old monk Daodao.

"Dependent origin and extinction are all illusory, but in the illusory, there is cause and effect, and the inability of memory to continue is not a certainty." The old monk just smiled, and was already about to turn away.

"I'll have to do what to do, and I'll ask the master for advice."

Zheng Fan was just thinking about whether there could be a different way out.

"What does the little donor think of the thirty-six Sanskrit words on his body?" The old monk seemed to have a bright moon in his heart, and a simple inquiry caused Zheng Fan's contemplation.

"Since the 36 Sanskrit texts were introduced into the body, the foundation that I had worked so hard to accumulate was destroyed in one fell swoop, and these 36 Sanskrit texts have caused me great losses." Zheng Fan muttered.

"Dare to ask the little donor's hard work to accumulate the foundation, how long did it take?" The gray-robed old monk continued to ask Zheng Fan with a smile.

"If, according to what the master said, you can't forcibly seize external objects and turn them into your own use, then you don't need to cultivate." Although Zheng Fan had some understanding in his heart, he did not give the old monk a positive answer.

"With your current foundation, you can't control the ancient breath yet, some antiquities are things that have survived countless years, and you, not only do you not have an innate body, even if your soul will is slightly stronger than that of a monk of the same level, but it is just the glow of fireflies and nowhere to put it." The old monk shook his head and said.

"What does the master mean is that if my soul is a stream, and the antiquities are the great river, if it is the glow of fireflies, then the antiquities are raging fires, and if they are put together, it is not that I use the antiquities, but that they will be assimilated by the antiquities?" Zheng Fan asked metaphorically.

"It is very unwise for you to use yourself as a base and take Gu Xi for your own use, and while you appear to be powerful, you are sowing a curse, and greed will blind you and make you unable to distinguish between reality and illusion." The old monk said earnestly.

"What exactly am I going to do now?"

Zheng Fan seems to have to let the old monk give a clear statement.

"Don't you already know?"

The old monk slowly left step by step, but he didn't look back, leaving Zheng Fan alone, standing in place stunned.

The night was hazy, and Zheng Fan, who was at the mountain gate of Tiansui Temple, was also in a mood of ups and downs.

"Little Fan ......"

It wasn't until the pale book-scented woman came out of the mountain gate and summoned Zheng Fan that he came back to his senses.

"Master, why did you come down?"

Zheng Fan found that the book-scented woman seemed to be seriously ill, and her complexion was very bad, so she couldn't help but ask with concern.

"The death qi in my body has been pulled out, but about you, Abbot Tianyun did not give a clear answer, he said to let you live in Tiansui Temple first." The book-scented woman apologized.

"What about you?"

Zheng Fan did not refuse to stay in Tiansui Temple, and asked the scholarly woman.

"Tiansui Temple is a Buddhist gate, it is inconvenient to leave female guests, and I can't leave the sect for too long, right now the Jizo Mountains are in chaos, I don't worry about them in the land and sea." The book-scented woman glanced at Zheng Fan deeply, and already had the intention of leaving.

"If I can survive this calamity, I will return to Cuiling Peak." Zheng Fan nodded, grateful.

Feeling that Zheng Fan might have a chance to stay here, Liu Yueqin didn't say anything more, but left Tiansui Mountain alone at night.

"Master Zheng Fan, the abbot has arranged a guest room for you in Xiangyun Courtyard, please come with me." Not long after, an extremely handsome little monk came out of the Tiansui Mountain Gate and led Zheng Fan Shili.

"Where is Xiangyun Villa?"

Although Zheng Fan followed the handsome little monk, he asked with concern.

"It's right behind the Xiangyun Hall on the top of the mountain."

The handsome little monk seemed to know that Zheng Fan would ask this, and gave an answer without the slightest hesitation.

"Except for arranging a place to live for me, didn't Abbot Tianyun say anything else?" Even though Zheng Fan seemed to ask casually, the handsome little monk still shook his head.

"Go up, go up, if you want to accept these thirty-six ancient Sanskrit, you don't care about the increase in the reincarnation of the reincarnation breath released by reciting the scriptures." Zheng Fan had no other way out, so he could only pin his hopes on Tiansui Temple.

In Tiansui Mountain at night, most of the monks seemed to be resting, and in the process of going up the mountain, Zheng Fan only heard bursts of insects.

Halfway up the mountain, Zheng Fan faintly heard the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Because he had confirmed with Liu Yueqin before, Zheng Fan was quite sure at this time that the faint sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures was not really being recited, and not everyone could hear it.

Then in the hazy moonlight, Zheng Fan followed the handsome little monk to the courtyard behind the peak, and did not see the so-called abbot of Tianyun.

"Squeak~~~"

As the door of a guest room in the annex was opened by the little monk, Zheng Fan entered the room and saw that there was a large Zen character hanging on the wall.

There is no incense burning in the guest room, but flowers and fruits are placed, and the faint fragrance is more natural.

Not long after the handsome little monk saluted and retired, Zheng Fan was already in the guest room, peeling off the metal shell of his body, revealing his scattered body.

Although his physical body was completely annihilated, Zheng Fan's mental state was very good, and his eyes were radiant.

In the quiet guest room, Zheng Fan put away the metal statue calmly, sat cross-legged on the futon, and let the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit chains scatter back to glory, making the body dissipate little by little.

There was no word until the next morning, when the monks of Tiansui Mountain did their morning class, and the idea of Buddhism on the top of the peak was clearer.

And Zheng Fan, whose body was annihilated, sat on a futon, but his body was already a luminous body.

Contrary to Zheng Fan's expectations, once the resistance to the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts was released, in the atmosphere of Tiansui Mountain's strong Buddhist thoughts, although the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts were blessed and emitted a dazzling golden light of reincarnation, they were no longer tightened.

"It's a little strange, if the physical body is annihilated, the remaining soul should fall into reincarnation, why is the Buddhist idea of Tiansui Mountain as if it stabilized my soul." Zheng Fan looked at his glowing body, and there was a faint look of incredulity on his face.

"Is this the soul body? Or is the reason why my soul body is glowing is due to the influence of the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts and the environment of the Tiansui Mountain Buddhist Gate? Zheng Fan had too much confusion in his heart.

Since the handsome little monk arranged Zheng Fan to the guest room of the other courtyard, no one has come over since.

Day after day, Zheng Fan's soul body has been cultivating in the room, receiving the influence of Buddhist thoughts, and the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit chains have not caused any more damage to his soul body.

It was seven seven and forty-nine days, and when Zheng Fan felt that his soul was gradually stabilizing, he was relieved.

"Boom! Boom! Knock~~~"

Unlike in the past, after the morning class ended, Zheng Fan had already heard that the big bell on the top of Tiansui Mountain was constantly ringing.

"Is there something that can't be said?"

Zheng Fan felt that the sound of the bell hitting the top of Tiansui Mountain was a little abnormal, and although he muttered, he quickly fell into pure cultivation and didn't pay too much attention to it.

"During the period of cultivation of the soul body in Tiansui Mountain, it seems to be contaminated with some Buddha nature, although the thirty-six ancient Sanskrit texts have not faded, they are no longer tightened and oppressed, which should be a good phenomenon." Zheng Fan can clearly feel that his soul body is condensing.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! ”

There was a knock on the door of the guest room, because the door was not locked, Zheng Fan just answered, and the old monk in a gray robe pushed the door and walked in.

"Yes, although the soul has been initially condensed, you should still not give up completely, and I am afraid there is still a very difficult way to go if you want to achieve your goal." The gray-robed old monk observed Zheng Fan's soul body, then looked at the melons and fruits in the room that were not rotten, and nodded.

"Is there any difference between cultivating immortals and cultivating Buddhas?"

Zheng Fan seemed to have an enlightenment, and he was not surprised by the arrival of the old monk.

"The three realms and twelve stages of cultivating immortals, you should know that the twelve stages of cultivating Buddha are mainly divided into early Zen, Shaojing, Ronghui, relics, heartbeat, Sanskrit, Buddha's heart, out of the body, distraction, immeasurable, tribulation, and death, but whether it is cultivating immortals or cultivating Buddha, it is not just as simple as focusing on the cultivation level." The gray-robed old monk said with a little deep meaning.

"I want to practice these 36 ancient Sanskrit texts as exercises, but I don't understand these ancient Sanskrit texts at all." Zheng Fan calmly said to the gray-robed old monk.

"It's not just that you don't understand, even the poor monk is really seeing these ancient Sanskrit texts for the first time, in this matter, there is only a limit to what can help you, you come along, the poor monk will take you to a place." The gray-robed old monk motioned for Zheng Fan to follow him.

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