Jiang Haoran and the others died in a hurry, and among them there were even faces that Ye Fan had never seen, obviously masters from the rest of Kyushu.

Ye Fan was puzzled: "What did the Hongyi Sage do when he saw me?" How does this puja have anything to do with me? ”

Although Ye Fan listened to Du Ziqing in the quilt for a while, he didn't understand it at all.

Jiang Haoran said: "You go to see the Hongyi saint first, the Hongyi saint is a master of Han Buddhism, this time the Central Plains martial arts all respect him as the leader, he has something to tell you." ”

A group of people all looked at Ye Fan with blank eyes.

Ye Fan nodded, just go.

He followed everyone to meet the Hongyi saint, who was the host of the Jinghe Taigu Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, and had a low-key life, only when he talked about the Buddha with Xuyun for three days and three nights three years ago.

But Hongyi sage has already been called sacred, about 40 years ago, the Jing River flooded, Hongyi sage a reed crossed the river to come, chanting Buddha and chanting, actually separated the flood into two roads, introduced into the middle of the Jing River in the fog shadow canyon.

At this point, Master Hongyi was called a saint, and the saint did not go out of the mountain for forty years.

This time, he went out of the mountains and into Jiangbei, and he was invited by the Central Plains Martial Arts.

Ye Fan met Hongyi Sage in a manor, this manor is the manor of Jiangbei bigwigs, it is full of people, all people from the martial arts world, and there are many of them in half a step.

Ye Fan's arrival also attracted everyone's attention, and many people followed him and walked to the back mountain of the manor.

There is a delicate little pavilion here, and the Hongyi saint is watching the sunset in the pavilion.

He was over 100 years old, wore no shoes, and wore a shabby robe.

As soon as Ye Fan saw him, he couldn't help but feel respect, and his steps were light.

The personalities and temperaments of the Hongyi saint and the four Tibetan masters are completely different, but both of them are transcendent and saintly, which can make people have the heart to seek crossing.

Of course, this transcendent sanctification is not about strength, but about Buddha nature.

Ye Fanmai walked into the pavilion, and the rest of the people were watching outside, not daring to make a sound.

Hongyi Saint turned his head to look at Ye Fan and smiled slightly: "Please take a seat." ”

Ye Fan sat next to him, and the two were on an equal footing.

Hongyi Sage patted the futon next to him and quipped: "Lao Gao originally sat on the futon, but there is only one futon here, so I won't sit on it, otherwise all beings will be unequal." ”

When Ye Fan heard this, he smiled knowingly: "What advice does Master Hongyi have?" ”

"This Menglan Bon Festival, originally by Lao Qu on behalf of Han Buddhism to open the altar, but the Central Plains martial arts world and Buddhism and Taoism did not agree, saying that Lao Qu is a saint of Han Buddhism, and he lost face, and he had already lost once three years ago, and he would have no face to lose this time."

The Hongyi saint spoke, looking very helpless. He said it bluntly, for fear of losing face.

In fact, it doesn't matter if Hongyi is a saint, but the people of the Central Plains care and don't want Hongyi to lose again.

Ye Fan pondered for a moment and laughed: "The kid went up to open the altar, and if he lost, he lost, and he only lost his face, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, that's what they think. You are a warrior, you will lose face if you go to open the altar, and the face of Han Buddhism can still be maintained. ”

Hongyi Sage does not shy away from saying everything.

The faces of the group of bigwigs outside were embarrassed, and their thoughts were thoroughly explained by the Hongyi Sage.

Ye Fan wasn't angry, he was just very confused.

Hongyi Sage is a sage in the world, Xuyun is just a fake Buddha, how can he win Hongyi Sage three years ago?

"Hongyi Sage, why can Xuyun defeat you?"

Ye Fan asked, he didn't care about the opening of the altar, he just wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

The Hongyi sage was stunned, pricked up his legs and sighed: "The old man is not good at Buddhism, Master Xuyun is familiar with all the Buddhism in the world, from burning to Chinese, from Vajrasattva to Guanyin Bodhisattva, from Shiva to Dari Nyorai, he is all fine, easy to come, such a character, how can I win against him?" ”

The Hongyi sage said with a smile: "Of course, the main reason is that the old man is too deep into the Buddha, and he is not as good as Lord Ye to see through." The inequality of all beings is really subtle. ”

Ye Fan touched his chin and nodded: "Xuyun's ability to talk on paper is too strong, right?" This fake Buddha is eloquent. ”

When the Hongyi Sage heard this, he nodded with a smile, he also felt that Xuyun was a fake Buddha.

At this time, Jiang Haoran interjected outside: "Mr. Ye, this festival will not debate the Buddha, Tantra wants to show supernatural powers, you still have a chance to win." ”

Jiang Haoran's words were purely to comfort Ye Fan and tell Ye Fan not to retreat, they didn't believe that Ye Fan could win at all.

In short, the Central Plains martial arts and Buddhism and Taoism both want Ye Fan to lose face, don't let Hongyi Sage lose face.

Ye Fan ignored Jiang Haoran's words, he looked at Hongyi Sage: "What kind of magical powers does Tantra have?" ”

As soon as Ye Fan's words came out, Jiang Haoran and the others glanced at each other and retreated.

Hongyi Sage smiled without saying a word, he got up and looked at the sky in the distance.

"Buddhism has six paths, which are unfathomable and cannot be controlled by ordinary people. Let me tell you two ways, this is the magic power that will definitely appear in this festival. ”

The sage Hongyi said softly: "There are two main contents of the Menglan Bon Puja, one is to worship and confess, that is, mortals worship the Buddha and repent, at this time, the tantra will exert his heart, that is, to see through the hearts of others, so that people can sincerely confess. ”

"The second is the flame mouth, which is the hungry ghost in hell, with a thin body, a throat as thin as a needle, and a mouth that spits flames. Buddhism rescues hungry ghosts, at this time, it is necessary to perform fate, let the hungry ghosts reincarnate, and there is the meaning of the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle. ”

Hongyi Sage said in detail, and Ye Fan nodded after hearing it: "Is he a heart and a fate?" How exactly should it be combated? ”

"You don't need to fight, you can do it."

Hongyi Sage smiled, Ye Fan was stunned: "I also perform?" How do I do it? ”

"You have Buddha nature in you, and you have supernatural powers. Have you heard of it, but don't want to hear it? Hongyi Sage asked with a smile.

Ye Fan's heart was shocked, but he didn't want to take his voice? Isn't that a six-word mantra?

In fact, the six-character mantra is the "outline" of Buddhism, and Ye Fan can already perform "Om", and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius of Buddhism.

But he didn't know the "meaning" of the six characters at all.

The Hongyi Sage looked at Ye Fan, and then took out an ancient book from his arms.

It is a Buddhist scripture, quite ancient, with three big characters on it: Great Compassion Mantra.

"This is the mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva, you go up to the Temple of Heaven and recite the mantra of great compassion."

The Hongyi sage advised, and Ye Fan took the Great Compassion Mantra and said: "So, the supernatural power comes naturally? ”

Hongyi Sage shook his head: "In this way, you are embarrassed and decent." ”

“……”。

"Haha, go ahead, the Buddha can't be sought, but it depends on fate."

Ye Fan left with the Great Compassion Mantra, and outside, Jiang Haoran and others surrounded him: "Mr. Ye, what instructions does the sage have?" ”

"No instructions, but I have instructions for you." Ye Fan glanced at everyone, and a group of people were puzzled.

Ye Fan said lightly: "You push me out and lose face, I won't refuse, but if I win, you have to do something for me." ”

"What?" Everyone was amazed.

Ye Fan told them carefully, and the group of people all looked embarrassed, but finally nodded and agreed.

At this point, Ye Fan's opening of the altar was confirmed.

On the same day, Jinling was a sensation, and the Central Plains martial arts and Buddhism were all discussed.

"It's too child's play to let a martial artist open the altar, right? What about the Hongyi Sage? ”

"Everyone doesn't want Hongyi Sage to open the altar, Hongyi Sage is the face of Han Buddhism, if you lose......"

"Ye Fan will go up, I don't like him anyway, he had better lose face."

When Jinling was a sensation, Ye Fan sat on the Huaishui painting boat and silently flipped through "The Great Compassion Mantra".

He sat alone on the painting boat and let it flow downstream.

There is nothing special on the "Great Compassion Mantra", and the content of the "Great Compassion Mantra" scriptures sold on the market is the same, but this "Great Compassion Mantra" is copied by Hongyi Sage himself.

"Nan Wu Drink Hello Thana Dora Night. Nan Mu Aya. Brahmatri Shśrāṇṇ......ṇ

Ye Fan read a few words, feeling obscure and completely confused.

But he already has experience, and that's the case with the six-word mantra.

He recites in the night and the breeze, and gradually gets better, although he often wakes up, he is also in a peaceful state of mind, and his perception is extraordinary.

Two days later, Ye Fan got up and found that the painting boat was stuck on the shore, which was already downstream of the Huai River, surrounded by mountains and wilderness.

He smiled slightly, tread the waves, found a painting boat going north, and then entered Jinling.

At this time, Jinling Huaishui worship confession temple is crowded.

Baixian Temple is located in the middle of Huaishui, surrounded by high mountains and deep valleys, and there is no high-rise building.

It's not a scenic area, but it's a scenic area.

In the huge open space in front of the temple, two temples of heaven three feet high have been erected, and a group of monks in brand-new robes are sitting under the temple to recite sutras.

In front of the temple, more than ten incense burners have been lit flames, and the air is filled with incense, accompanied by the surging of Huai Shui, which is like the voice of the Buddha.

Many Central Plains bigwigs stood in front of the temple and looked.

"What about Ye Fan? Where did he go? The puja is about to begin. ”

"It's been two days, it can't be a run, right?"

"Impossible, the king of Jiangnan has integrity, wait a minute."