The capital of the Daqian Dynasty is extremely prosperous, and there are all kinds of visitors, but like the seven treasures of Buddhism that Chen Fan wears, there are other jewels, which emit a faint light under the current sunlight, like a fairy among the gods, and those who practice martial arts and cultivate the soul understand the extraordinaryness of the monk's robe and the nine-ring tin staff in his hand.

But the next thing made them change their perception of Chen Fan, only to see Chen Fan walk to a steamed bun shop and say to the boss: "Take six steamed buns, meat filling, another bowl of white porridge, and another plate of pickles!" ”

The boss paused for a moment and asked again: "Master, are you really a meat-filled bun?" ”

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Yes! Meat filling, poor monks are no meat and no joy! No wine, no joy! Meat is indispensable. ”

After the man brought six meat buns, a bowl of white porridge and a plate of pickles, he was looking at Chen Fan and didn't leave.

Chen Fan turned his head and asked, "What's the matter with the donor?" ”

With the question in his heart, the boss cautiously asked: "Isn't the monk not eating meat?" How did you not only eat meat but also drink alcohol? ”

"Oh? Who did the donor listen to, then Rulai didn't say that monks can't eat meat and drink alcohol! Don't see, don't listen, don't suspect that killing for me is for the three pure meat, you can eat, but eating vegetarian is more conducive to practice, and poor monks and eating meat are different from other monks, drinking and misleading, there is a loss of manners, which is not conducive to practice, the monks can not drink, but think that the Buddha and other Buddhas, it is inevitable to drink, this wine is fairy water, take a sip, and travel happily! After Chen Fan finished speaking, he laughed, took a big bite, and after a while, he saw six buns in his belly, Chen Fan opened his mouth and the golden light flashed, only to see a little lamb spit out of Chen Fan's mouth.

"Big ...... Big ......" stumbled around the crowd.

Chen Fan smiled and said, "A kind of reincarnation supernatural power cultivated by a poor monk!" Don't worry, don't worry. Then he turned to the boss and said, "The poor monk has no money on him, so this lamb will be given to the benefactor!" ”

"Good! Good! Good! The boss hurriedly agreed, his face was very happy, and he directly hugged the lamb, and the boss was very satisfied with six buns for one lamb.

After Chen Fan ate, he got up and left, heading towards the Wuwen Hou Mansion in the southeast of Yujing, Yujing is very large, about a million people live in it, and there are only a handful of people on the top floor, Chen Fan looked at the Wu Wen Hou Mansion, and the great luck rushed to the sky to suppress a red little dragon below, and he turned over and screamed indiscriminately, "The life of the hidden dragon in the abyss is the protagonist Hong Yi!" At this time, a young man suddenly appeared from the door, wearing green clothes, between fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slightly thin body, after looking up and seeing Chen Fan, he saw him stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect to meet a monk when he went out, and he actually had a feeling of shame compared with this monk.

Chen Fan also saw the protagonist Hong Yi, do you want to accept him as an apprentice, and finally looked at him a few times, shook his head or forget it, not to mention anything else, just his act of killing his father, and finally made his father into a magic weapon, so Chen Fan cut off the idea of accepting him as an apprentice, saying that Hong Yi is for his mother, it is just an excuse, after all, although Hong Xuanji did not let him practice martial arts, he didn't say anything in reading, and also gave him silver taels, after all, he was a concubine, what else did he want? But in the end, Hong Yi killed Hong Xuanji, and became the son of Yizi of the hundred schools of thought, which is ironic.

Hong Yi saw that the monk stayed on him for a while, and asked him to shake his head, expressing some disappointment, I don't know why, Hong Yi wanted to stop him and ask, when he was about to speak, he saw which monk had gone away, which made Hong Yi a little disappointed.

After Chen Fan left from the Wuwen Hou Mansion, he went to the West Mountain, the radius is nearly 100 miles, the jungle is dense, the terrain is complex, there are many mountains, there are flowing springs and waterfalls, there are also rocky mountains and forests, and there is a small temple at the foot of the West Mountain, called Qiuyue Temple, Chen Fan stepped forward and knocked on the door, an old monk slowly opened the door, and was overjoyed after seeing Chen Fan, and read: "Amitabha, the old monk heard the magpie call early in the morning, there must be a noble person to come to the door, I didn't expect to see the person of the same door, please!" Hurry up please! ”

"Amitabha, excuse me, Elder!" Chen Fan said.

After the two of them entered inside, the old monk turned out a bag of tea from a broken cabinet, Chen Fan saw that it was already all residue, and the old monk smiled awkwardly: "See it, don't blame!" ”

"Hugh is really ashamed to say this, how can I dislike the elder for entertaining me with his most precious things, besides, how can a monk be greedy for pleasure when he is cut off from red dust?" Chen Fan hurriedly waved his hand and said.

The old monk was very happy after hearing this, after making a pot of tea, poured two cups, and then talked, after talking to each other, the old monk felt that although Chen Fan was young, but the Buddhism was very exquisite, and he knew a lot, as if he had read the Buddhist scriptures through Yes, and Chen Fan did not dare to underestimate him, from the conversation, the old monk had not gone out, and there were more than a dozen scriptures in a temple, and these dozen or so scriptures The old monk had read for decades, so that Chen Fan had to admire, and he also understood a lot, after a conversation, but found that it was already dark, and when the old monk saw it, he smiled and said, "I'll make some food, and after eating, we'll have a conversation." After he walked away, Chen Fan took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone after seeing it, and slowly wrote the Lenga Sutra silently, different from others writing, if there are others in the will definitely appear dazzling, because the hand that writes has become eight, this is the copying too fast, there is an afterimage, after a while the old monk came with two bowls of noodles, saw Chen Fan is cleaning up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there is a scripture next to it, it is the Lenga Sutra that he has envied for a long time, and suddenly his heart is a little moved.

Chen Fan picked it up and handed it to him, and said: "I don't have anything, so I have to write a scripture silently, and I will give it to the elders, and I hope to accept it, the time is a little short, I can only write one silently, you look at it first, tonight, I am writing a few." ”

"No need to be like this, no need to be like this, I am just a person who is about to return to the West, and I will be content to read the Ranga Sutra again, so why do I still let you stay up all night copying the scriptures." The old monk hurriedly waved his hand and said.

Not more than others, although the Buddhist scriptures are sold, but most of them are lacking, and some even have a sentence, and the real Buddhist scriptures are in the famous temple, twenty years ago the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, and the only books of the Buddhist family have entered the royal library, and ordinary people can't see it at all.

"The elder laughed, although the elder is old, but his understanding of the dozen scriptures is not weak at all, and the abbot of the famous temple is not as good as yours, but the poor monk still suggests that the elder should go out for a walk, and within five years, the name of the elder will be famous all over the world and become a generation of monks!" Chen Fan said.

The old monk was a little moved after hearing this, looked at his temple, a little reluctant, after all, he had lived for decades, Chen Fan said at this time: "This is just something outside the body, the temple only has one elder, after the elder becomes famous, this temple will definitely expand, maybe one day it will become a temple like the Great Chan Temple!" ”

"Amitabha, thank you for telling me, alas, I have lived a lifetime, and I don't understand until I am old enough to go out for a walk, but it's not too late, it's not until I can't walk, tomorrow morning, I'll go!" The old monk sighed and said.

However, Chen Fan never dreamed that this old monk would become famous all over the world after walking for 20 years, and the more than a dozen scriptures copied by Chen Fan in his hand were even more treasures, and he also wrote an article before he died: Buddha language, which recorded the story that I had to tell with Qinglian Buddha.