"The Great ...... of the Long-Heard Treasure Temple"

Just as he was about to say a few polite sentences, the middle-aged monk suddenly froze in place.

Wait, Weishan Temple?

How come I don't remember that there is still a name called in the authentic Buddhism?

He couldn't help but wonder, as a personal disciple of the Great Wheel Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, he could be regarded as having seen the demeanor of many famous sects with his master, and even the hidden sect had more or less heard of it.

It's just that among them, he has never heard of the name of Weishan Temple.

Could it be that I don't know which small door came out of the corner?

That's not like, to have a Dharma minister in charge, no matter how bad it is, it is enough to squeeze into the ranks of second-rate sects.

Moreover, in order to seek transcendence and ascension in the limited lifespan, few people will thanklessly delve into the method of rejuvenation and rejuvenation.

The only few means can only be used after the achievement of Jindan.

Fahai has a delicate face, and there is no twilight of those old antiques, and it can only be counted as a double ten at a rough look, even if he uses the method of rejuvenating his face, he can build a golden pill at such a young age, and his qualifications are indispensable.

Even in the Great Wheel Temple, except for the amazing and brilliant founding patriarch, there has never been such a heavenly talent.

Forget it, this kind of thing is better to go back and ask the master and leave it to his old man to decide.

A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, but on the surface, he still managed to hide his surprise very well, and the figure of the monk disappeared again in the long fog of the mountain protection array.

And seeing the other party return to the mountain, Fahai's eyes also flashed with a ray of essence.

Pretending to wave his hand inadvertently, the Leifeng Pagoda and the Purple Gold Bowl turned into two subtle streamers, entrusting them in the void.

On someone else's turf, and at a glance you know that you are here to smash the field, and there is no harm in making more preparations.

As a secret hand, Fahai returned to his previous indifferent and detached expression, and waited quietly for someone to come.

......

Leaving a Dharma Minister's power alone at the door and waiting, even if Fahai himself didn't mind, the abbot of the Great Wheel Temple would not do such an unwise act.

After a while, I only heard a long and clear bell chime, and the fog on the mountain protection array dispersed, revealing a line of slowly walking figures.

The first old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, the robe on his body flashed with the treasure light of displacement, which was obviously not ordinary.

And the monk who greeted Fahai before stood obediently behind the old monk with low eyebrows.

Needless to say, the identity is self-explanatory.

When I got to the front, I saw the old monk clasping his hands together and saying a long Buddha name:

"Amitabha, Lao Gupuxin, presided over the Great Wheel Temple, and met Fahai Zen Master. ”

Puxin?

For some reason, Fahai inexplicably thought of the word Pudu in the Pudu Cihang Fa.

"Poor monk Fahai, I have seen Senior Brother Puxin, but today I came to the door but I was disturbed. ”

The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Fahai also put his hands together and did enough courtesy.

I heard what the bad disciple said, the Zen master's trip was to return the lost things that the temple had lost many years ago, and it should be that we and other monks thanked the Zen master for his great kindness. ”

After that, the Zen master raised his hand to bow down.

"Senior brother, why should you be polite, it is better to wait for the authenticity of this thing to be verified before making a conclusion. ”

Fahai smiled and took out a gilded silk book that had been kept in his sleeve, handed it to the little novice who was standing beside him, and then handed it to the abbot through his hand.

The silk book started, with a little gilt uneven texture, repeatedly rubbing the fingertips of the old Zen master, in a trance, just like the shallow impression of the first time when Puxin was still a small novice.

Standing beside the monk Puxin, the few almost ordinary old monks couldn't help but come forward, vying to be the first to distinguish the authenticity.

"Don't be rude in front of your guests. ”

Coughing lightly twice, glaring at his own brothers, Puxin Zen Master slowly opened the silk book in his hand.

It is a visualization of a golden-bodied Buddha, the whole body of the Buddha is red gold, like a round of oven sun, just a glance, it gives people a scorching general feeling of heat.

At the bottom of the visualization map, there are lines of Sanskrit sketches and depictions, and between the lines there seems to be some kind of indescribable charm, like a trickle, sweeping the Lingtai clear.

"There will be no mistake, this is clearly the authentic scroll left by the patriarch! Amitabha, the disciple can actually see the treasure and return to the temple in his lifetime, it is really my Buddha's mercy, my Buddha's mercy!"

Beside Pu Xin, an old monk with white eyebrows and a solemn face said tremblingly.

He is the disciple of Puxin, the Zen Master Puci, and now the head of the Vinaya, responsible for supervising whether the disciples in the temple violate the rules and precepts.

It is rare for Puci, who has always been hard and unsmiling, to make such a gaffe look, let alone the old monks of other generations.

"The return of the patriarch's relics, I couldn't help myself, and I fell into delusion for a while, which made Zen Master Fahai smile. ”

For a long time, re-suppressing his excitement, Zen Master Puxin smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

"Senior brother, this is to throw away the floating thoughts, return to the basics, and the future can be expected. ”

Fahai shook his head, but he thought a little higher about the old monk's temperament.

"Fahai Zen Master this time sent back the Buddha treasure of the temple, it is the kindness that has not been seen since the establishment of the temple, it stands to reason that the old man should not have a non-dividing invitation, but the old man has always had a puzzle in his heart that cannot be solved, and I hope that the Zen master will ......"

It seems that he feels that his behavior is not very appropriate, and he hesitates again and again, and Puxin Zen Master has always found it difficult to speak.

"Senior brother, I want to ask, why did this scroll of heart law fall into the hands of poor monks?"

Fahai saw the other party's thoughts at a glance.

"Lao Wei is not suspicious of the Zen master, but the person who stole this thing, the mana is strong, and Lao Gu may not be his opponent if he fights for life and death. ”

It turned out that he wanted to ask about Pudu Cihang, and Fahai smiled secretly in his heart.

"Senior brother said that the centipede spirit, the poor monk passed by the capital a few days ago, and accidentally noticed that there was a demon in the capital, but a centipede spirit pretended to be a monk to disrupt the government, trying to use the fortune of the dynasty to practice a magic skill. ”

Although the poor monk's skills are not as strong as his, he can't bear to see the devastation of the living beings, so he broke his identity and did a fight with him. ”

"The Great Day Rulai Heart Sutra was also found in the centipede essence, and I saw the words Dalun Temple in it, so I wondered if it was a lost thing in the temple. ”

After listening to what Fahai said, the old monk was immediately relieved.

And Master Puci on the side was even more angry:

"This guy escaped down the mountain, and did such a vain thing to ruin the reputation of my temple, senior brother, you should let me down the mountain that day, so that I can kill this fang and get back the ......"

However, he was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by a voice in the corner.

"Second Senior Brother, the monks don't speak, you haven't won against him since Pudu entered the temple, and Senior Brother in charge is also thinking about you. ”

In the corner, a monk who looked fat and broad-hearted said with a smile.

Puci: "......"

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