Weishan Temple in Ningxiang, somewhere in a meditation room on the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

A pair of masters and apprentices sat opposite each other, silent.

The elder monk has white eyebrows, sits on his knees, makes a flower-like shape in his left hand, and climbs a string of sandalwood Buddha beads in his right hand.

The young one has a shiny head, a plain Zen robe like snow, and a handsome face like jade, anyone who sees it has to say - what a handsome little monk.

After a while, it was the young disciple who couldn't hold his breath first, scratched his bald head and spoke first.

"Master, isn't it interesting for us two big men to do this like this, aren't you too panicked?"

The old Zen master just drooped his eyelids, glanced at his disciple who was a little uneasy, and took a while before he slowly took over the conversation:

"The heart has no desire, how can it be remembered. ”

Seeing that his master was finally willing to speak, the apprentice simply put aside the solemnity he had disguised and leaned on the edge of the bed with a big grin.

"Don't pretend, I saw you counting the rosary much faster than before. ”

The old Zen master was stagnant, and an old face was obviously three points darker than before:

"I didn't, you read it wrong. ”

"Master, you are in love, and the monks don't speak. ”

Fingers pulled eyelids and grimaced at each other, and the young disciple casually took out a green jujube from the pouch, wiped it and bit it, the clear juice overflowed, and a trace of sweetness diffused.

"The green dates on this mountain taste very sweet, Master, do you want one?"

"I don't want ...... Wait, where did you get this jujube?"

Just about to refuse the bribe of his precious apprentice, suddenly as if he thought of something, the old Zen master's face changed suddenly, and he asked in a loud voice.

"Isn't that spiritual plant on the back mountain that you have to sneak in every day to take care of it once a day? ”

The disciple had a puzzled look on his face, but there was a smile in his eyes that could not be hidden.

"Which spirit plant in the back mountain?!"

An ominous omen welled up in his heart, and the old Zen master forced a restless heart and asked again in a trembling voice.

"It's the jujube tree on the edge of the forest stream in the back mountain, could it be that Master, you planted other immortal fruits behind my back?"

The apprentice narrowed his eyes and played with the half-eaten fairy jujube in his hand.

"Fahey, you...... You...... You are a rebel, you are really angry as a teacher! That is the spiritual object that the teacher used to feast on several of your teachers and uncles at the Ramadan Conference seven days later!"

The old monk was so angry that the white whiskers on his jaw trembled, and he couldn't stop trembling with one finger pointing at the little monk named Fahai.

It turned out that the elder of this pair of masters and apprentices was the presiding officer of this huge Weishan Temple, Lingyou Zen Master, and the younger one was Fahai, the youngest disciple of the Zen master.

"Hey, who told you to ask me to go down the mountain to participate in the Narauszi Water and Land Festival, obviously the three senior brothers agreed to go on my behalf. ”

Fahai pursed his lips, and deliberately took another big bite on the fairy jujube as if he was retaliating, and saw that the old Zen master covered his heart.

"What's wrong with letting you go down the mountain and travel to increase your knowledge? Besides, the Xizi Lake has beautiful mountains and clear waters, outstanding people, and there are all eminent monks at the Dharma meeting, which is very beneficial for you to understand the Buddha's principles and attain the Arhat fruit position, and your senior brothers rushed to become a teacher!"

The old Zen master held back the pain in his heart, sighed, and argued bitterly.

"I don't care, there are still so many volumes of Buddhist scriptures copied by the patriarch in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I haven't finished reading them! Wait for me...... It's not too late for me to go down the mountain when I get the Arhat Fruit Status!"

Fahai justifiably shouted that he refused to go down the mountain alive or dead.

"You haven't finished reading the book in the Scripture Pavilion?" It's okay not to mention this stubble, but when the old Zen master mentions it, he can't stop blowing his beard and glaring.

"Born with a Buddha heart, born to know it, never forget. You finished reading the book in the Scripture Pavilion two years ago, so you are pretending to be confused with the teacher here!"

was suddenly exposed by his own master, and Fahai still didn't mean to be irritable at all.

"Isn't it that I'm afraid that the supernatural powers will not be achieved and go down the mountain, and I will be overshadowed by some old monster who was born!

"Are you still afraid of being yin?" Lingyou Zen Master laughed angrily, "In this world where the Taoist master and the arhat are not born, who can shadow you, the great monk of the Doom Period? Counting the two Buddha treasures that the teacher gave you, you can live a few rounds in those great hands." ”

"If you don't want to cause trouble to others, you have to recite Amitabha Buddha twice as a teacher. ”

"I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of what if! What if there is really an immortal in the heavenly realm who doesn't like the disciple and lowers his doppelganger to ashes?" Rao is face is as thick as the sea of law, and he was a little blushing when he was stared at by Zen Master Lingyu, and his voice was unconsciously much smaller.

"It is with this prudence that I have been able to cultivate peacefully and steadily to this realm. ”

Although he was so angry with his own apprentice that he couldn't cry or laugh, he was only half a step away from attaining the Bodhisattva status and going to the Pure Land of Lingshan Mountain, and he had to sigh at the talent of Fahai, a guy who was not stingy, in cultivation.

In this secular realm, there are five realms of mortal cultivation.

Whether it is the cultivation of Taoism, the cultivation of qi, the foundation building, the golden pill, the purple mansion, the Yuan Shen Dao master, or the bitter sea of Buddhism, nirvana, the golden body, the crossing of misfortune, and the arhat fruit position.

Although the names are different, the realm is never the same.

Including the heavenly immortals and golden immortals who ascended to the upper realm, as well as the bodhisattvas and Buddha masters who went to the Pure Land of Lingshan, this is the case.

However, in the number of double tens, Fahai has entered the fourth great realm of cultivation, and it is almost certain that he will ascend to the upper realm every day, and it is not impossible for another Buddha master to emerge from Buddhism in the future.

The end is to make people sigh that they are born with a Buddha.

This has to be replaced by other people, and with such cultivation, they have long since known where to punish evil and promote good, and start a sect.

Only this kid, all day long, as if someone wanted to persecute him, in addition to cultivation is cultivation, asking him to go down the mountain is like asking him to die, which really gives the old Zen master a headache.

Cultivation is no better than doing it behind closed doors, and perhaps the scriptures of the sages do help progress at the beginning, but the road after that will eventually have to be walked out step by step.

That is, the mind is a Buddha, and seeing nature is also a Buddha, but if you don't see sentient beings, how can you see Buddha?

"Wende, tell the teacher, what are you afraid of?" sighed and reached out to touch the little monk's head, and the old Zen master suddenly evoked the common name and surname of Fahai before he was shaved.

The smile on his face gradually dissipated, and the little monk, whose real name is Pei Wende, pursed his lips twice, but finally remained silent.

He didn't know how to talk to the old Zen master in front of him who always cared for him.

Say that Pei Wende is actually a traverser?

Or do you already have read the script beforehand?

Originally, when he learned that he had crossed into the White Snake World or crossed over to the Fahai Zen Master, he had also had many thoughts.

simply pretended to turn a blind eye, and all the different paths of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen's demons.

also replaced Xu Xian as the reckless hero, and experienced how to fall in love with different species.

Anyway, he is not the stubborn and rigid old antique in the original book, as long as his hands are not stained with the blood of innocent people, what does it matter if he is a demon clan?

The life of a mortal is only a hundred years, and he can complete this period of love, and finally hello, hello, hello, everyone.

But only when he entered the great world today did he know that things were far from being as simple as he thought.

Not to mention that Xu Xian is Bai Suzhen's love robbery, if he doesn't let it go, he will miss the future of Li Shan's old mother's disciple, I am afraid that it will not be when the time comes, this immortal world power will give himself small shoes to wear all day long.

It is said that this is a dynasty similar to the Tang Dynasty in the previous life, since the Emperor of Heaven respected the Buddha to the present, Buddhism has gone through ten generations of the Son of Heaven without decay.

Today's monarchs are dissatisfied with the monks' lack of production, and the threat of the comeback of Taoist power accumulation, many Buddhist temples have borrowed the name of the ferry to hide dirt and dirt......

It seems to be a cluster of fireworks, but it is a firecracker that ignites at a moment.

Looking at the Romance of the White Snake in this way, it is clear that there is a power in the upper realm to borrow the White Snake this time, so that Buddhism can cope with the disaster.

The cause and effect of this is that he has cultivated the Arhat Fruit Position, and how can he escape it?

"I know you're an assertive child, and since you don't want to tell me, you must have a lot at stake. ”

Seeing that Fahai was silent for a long time, the old Zen master did not force it anymore after all.

With a little reluctance to take off the Buddha beads on the neck, and finally nostalgically fiddled with it, Lingyu Zen Master put it in the palm of Fahai's palm.

"This string of Buddhist beads was left by your ancestor on the day of enlightenment, and has been presided over by all generations, and it is the ninth generation in my hands, and I will hand it over to you today. ”

"The wish power contained in it is enough for you to resist the three full blows of the Arhat realm, and more importantly, even if you have the power to rely on your face to make a move, as long as you can recognize this string of Buddha beads, you will still give the ancestors of Lingshan a trace of affection. ”

As if moved by the old monk's boxing and love, Fahai just opened his mouth for a while, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

"Master, so you say...... We've always had people up there?"

"Of course, our Weishan Temple is an authentic Zen sect, and even the Buddha has a master!"

Although he didn't understand what Fahai meant by this, Zen Master Lingyu still replied with pride.

"How do you usually ...... You haven't mentioned this stubble to our senior brothers......"

Fahai's breath was faintly unstable, as if he had been stimulated by something.

"Didn't you ask about that?!"

The old Zen master was a little confused, and he didn't know what kind of tricks his disciple had committed.

"Then I'm still afraid of a hammer, Master, if you don't say it earlier, I'll go down the mountain and swim tomorrow!"

You said it earlier, you said it earlier, and we had the Buddha on it, what would I be afraid of!

After a moment of silence, Fahai suddenly jumped up from his bed, and his decadent color was swept away.

He carefully put the Buddha beads around his neck as if he were treating some treasure, and he didn't pay attention to the old Zen master's increasingly gloomy face.

"You...... You're ......."

Sure enough, it was really whimsical to expect this tired man to be a person.

His trembling hand pointed to the door, and the old Zen master was so angry that he was almost speechless.

"Master, do you want to tell me, 'I've never been afraid of a door, and there's nothing everywhere when I push it open'?"

Fahai looked at the thin door, and then thought of his unexplained fear over the years, as if he had an understanding.

"No, for the teacher, I want you to slip out of the way!"

With a black old face, Zen Master Lingyu drove away mercilessly.

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