"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate; The poor monk thanked the donor, the person the donor asked for was in a prison cell in Guobei County, Jinhua County, this person knew astronomy, geography, knew people, knew yin and yang, understood gossip, knew Qimen, knew Dunjia, strategized, won thousands of miles away, it was not a problem, and it was even more common to tell stories and pass on them. Chen Fan said with a smile.

"What the holy monk said is Mr. Zhuge Wolong?" The little emperor stood up and asked in surprise.

"It's this person, and the poor monk also heard him say a word, evaluating today, whether the donor wants to hear it." After speaking, Chen Fan smiled even more happily.

The little emperor didn't speak, but among the many officials in the palace, Fu Shangshu, no, it should be said that it was the prime minister, stood up and said: "The old minister wants to hear what Mr. Zhuge Wolong has to say about today." ”

The little emperor couldn't do it, he knew that this Zhuge Wolong was ordered by his father to never be hired, and when there was chaos today, the evaluation must not be good, and lamented: "Listen to the words of the prime minister." ”

Chen Fan smiled, turned to look at the officials in the hall, and said, "The ancestors have no vision, let me pursue learning, and let me write books to pass on to the world." Who knows, writing travelogues, they say that I leak state secrets; Writing history, I say that I use the past to satirize the present; annotated the art of war, and said that I instigated a rebellion; Write stories about gods and monsters, and say that I lead people to superstition; In the end, the biography of the celebrity was rewritten, and as a result, the celebrity was wrecked and convicted of a disorder, and I was sentenced to life imprisonment with him...... Alas, life is a prison! The same is true today! After Chen Fan finished speaking, he looked at everyone, their faces were not good-looking, and the few people standing here could compare to Zhuge Wolong, no one dared to say it.

The little emperor looked at the people below, and didn't dare to say more, who caused this, the royal crime is unforgivable, but after all, it is the emperor, and said: "The county order below is like this, causing Dacai to squat in the cell, it is really my fault, send an order, please ask Mr. Zhuge Wolong to answer questions in the palace, I want to ask the national policy." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left, Chen Fan smiled disdainfully, since ancient times, Chen Fan didn't feel strange.

Now Chen Fan basically has the power of faith every day, people fight for a breath, and Buddha fights for a stick of incense; The incense on the pilgrims every day turned into thoughts and impacted Chen Fan, if it weren't for the twelve-grade Pure World Blue Lotus for the first time, Chen Fan might have been a fool now, after all, Chen Fan is not like the disciples of the major sects and the Heavenly Court, it can be said that he is a loose cultivator, but fortunately, Chen Fan has twelve pure world blue lotus, and a large amount of faith power immediately put Chen Fan into the realm of refining gods and reversing emptiness, and then Chen Fan listened to the system's advice and did not use the power of faith to cultivate, after all, he did not cultivate by himself.

After Chen Fan and Master Fu returned to the Fu Mansion together, Chen Fan took Nie Xiaoqian on this trip, "The old benefactor thanks you for your hospitality for many days, today the poor monk is leaving, the agreement between the emperor and the poor monk has also been completed, and the poor monk and the demon have surrendered to Zeng." ”

After hearing this, the old man Fu who was talking couldn't refuse, and said: "The holy monk takes care all the way, but the construction of the difficult temple has been completed for many days, and the holy monk has never been there, so the holy monk might as well go before leaving." ”

Chen Fan nodded after hearing this, after all, it was his first temple, which was more conducive to his own preaching, "Amitabha, this leaf will be given to the old benefactor, self-cultivation, and evil spirits, in order to keep the family safe." After speaking, he looked at the breeze and the moon pool on the side, and Chen Fan was embarrassed to say: "The female benefactor has a fate with my Buddha, you might as well enter my Buddhism, and the poor monk will set you to become a Buddha." "After all, this old man Fu only has two daughters and no sons, so if he becomes a monk again, he has to work hard for himself.

"The old benefactor, please stay, and the poor monk will take his leave here." After Chen Fan finished speaking, he left, walked in the direction of the Duonan Temple, looking at the performance of his two daughters, Old Man Fu sighed, a little sad, and fell in love with a monk in more than ten days.

"People are far away, and they don't go back? Do you want to become a monk? Old man Fu was a little angry.

After hearing this, the two glanced at each other, with a fine light in their eyes, Old Man Fu saw the performance of the two, and immediately became furious, "Hurry home, you will never see him in the future, even if you are a monk, it is impossible to follow him, don't envy Nie Xiaoqian, she can't follow for long, because the holy monk is not a person from this world, and after subduing the demon and subduing the demon, it is the time to leave, and you will never be able to meet." ”

After hearing this, the two felt a pain in their hearts, covered their hearts, a tear fell from their eyes, and looked at their father, "Won't we ever see each other?" His eyes were fixed on Old Man Fu.

Looking at the appearance of his daughter, he felt a little heartache, and he didn't know how Chen Fan provoked them, and said: "It's not that there is no chance, I heard that after Nie Xiaoqian becomes a Buddha, there is a chance that he may meet again, or that after the holy monk finally achieves his goal, Nie Xiaoqian can become a Buddha, and the two can meet again, alas, why should you be obsessed with him, the holy monk is indeed a rare man in the world, but he is a monk, do you think he may be with you...... Besides, you are just a momentary heartbeat, no matter how painful, no matter how sad, no matter how forgetful, a bowl of Meng Po soup will be forgotten in the next life. ”

"No, father, I can't forget it in my life, he told us a Buddhist scripture, and after listening to it, we will never forget it, even if I listen to my father's next life, I will definitely follow his footsteps, practice, and become a Buddha." Fu Qingfeng cheered himself up, "My sister is right, I will too." Yuechi also said on the side.

"Alas, you are also older, I don't care about you anymore, that's all for the future, in this life and this life, before dying for your father, you must hug your grandson, you two don't want to leave home, go back." Old man Fu staggered in front, very lonely, but what he didn't know was that after the third life, the two of them became Buddhas one after another, relying on the Bodhi leaf left by Chen Fan.

Looking at the difficult temple covering an area of thousands of acres, there is one person enshrined in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, unlike other Buddhas, Chen Fan's golden body is wearing a robe, and there is a lamp standing in his hand, sitting down is a twelve-grade green lotus, next to him stands a nine-ring tin staff, and a jade gourd is hung around his waist, I heard that this golden body alone cost three million taels of gold, not counting other jewelry.

Chen Fan shook his head after seeing it, the entire golden body was carved from a huge piece of gold, it was physical, looking at the radiant golden body and the countless pilgrims kneeling in front of him, but most of them were poor people, but they took money and fruits to worship themselves, and there was some sadness in his heart, why Chen Fan didn't know.

"Donors, please get up, today the poor monk will talk to you about the scriptures, how to worship the Buddha, why to worship him." Chen Fan said.

After everyone sat down, Chen Fan said: "People are called: people fight for a breath, and the Buddha fights for a stick of incense; This is true, the Buddha's world-honored blessings and wisdom are complete, and there is no need for any offerings in the world, as long as the heart is sincere, a stick of incense, as for those poor people, just recite a scripture every day, and do it according to their own ability, or someone asks: Why do you come to the scriptures and receive gold and silver? Because the Fa cannot be passed on lightly, as long as some mundane things are cheap enough. Chen Fan paused after speaking.

"Of course, the people who can be invited to give lectures are rich people, and the poor people can listen to the teachings and have not received any money, so making offerings to the Buddha can increase our good fortune and eliminate disasters and solve problems." After Chen Fan finished speaking, he looked at the golden body behind him and said: "The poor monk doesn't need such a golden body, just need a stone to change, plated with gold powder, and then dismantle it, the poor monk usually doesn't need to paint the fruit with a lantern, tea and food beads, just a stick of incense, as for the poor monk to become a Buddha once a year for a large-scale offering, but also only need the incense flower lamp to paint the fruit, tea and food bead clothes, a copy, the poor monk thinks that these will be done by his disciples, and there is no need to do more." After Chen Fan finished speaking, he talked to them for a while and left, but on this day, it was positioned as a day for the Buddha to preach the scriptures by the Duoyan Temple, and later it became a multi-temple to talk about the scriptures.

At this time, Chen Fan is in the underworld, also known as hell, there are many types of Buddhism, the name is immeasurable, but it can be summed up into three types, that is, the first fundamental hell, the second near hell, the third lonely hell, the three categories include everything, and at this time Chen Fan is standing under a tree, looking at everything, his eyes reveal compassion, but it is a little weird, and the compassionate face leaves a tear in his eyes.