It's just that the old monk saw that they didn't welcome him, and he did not stay here, but turned around and walked down the mountain, and let the pilgrims who walked around him point at him, and he did not waver.

The fall of the Fan family has left many follow-up effects, and as someone who has helped the Fan family, this is just one of them.

Originally, the Taoist chief would not bother with the matter of this Buddhism's own fighting, but when the old monk passed by him, he suddenly felt a hot feeling coming from his palm!

He looked down in some astonishment, only to see that the surface of the round bowl in his hand, which had not yet reacted, suddenly bloomed with a faint golden light, and there was a burst of hot sensation, which seemed to echo something.

"Got a reaction?"

"Is that the monk just now?"

It's really fateful, and it doesn't take much effort to get it......

The Taoist leader hurriedly turned his head to look, but fortunately the monk did not go far, and immediately chased after him. Stopped the monk.

"This master, please stay!"

He shouted, and when he got closer, he felt that the reaction of the round bowl was getting stronger and stronger, and the secret path was indeed right.

"This Taoist leader, I don't know what happened to call the poor monk?"

Fahai glanced at him, as if he was a little puzzled. But suddenly, he seemed to be aware of it, and looked at the Taoist priest's hand, and when he saw the golden bowl, his eyes couldn't help but change.

"It's ......"

"The Master recognizes this?" The Taoist asked tentatively.

"If this thing is not mistaken, it should be a treasure held in the hands of the poor monk's master, Zen Master Lingyou. It's just that I don't know why it's in the hands of you, the Taoist chief? And it's become like this......"

"Sure enough." As soon as he heard this, the Taoist knew that he must have found the wrong person, and after nodding, he handed the golden bowl to the other party.

"This thing was handed over to you by Lingyou Zen Master before he died!"

"...... on a Deathbed"

Fahai's complexion changed slightly, and then he sighed slowly, revealing a somewhat complicated color in his eyes.

And when he took the golden bowl, a sudden change occurred!

I saw that the original rust on its surface suddenly turned into smoke and dust, and a golden light flashed, and I saw that the golden bowl had completely recovered to its original state, exuding a kind of Buddha light that would calm down involuntarily, full of miracles!

This scene made the chief stunned, and he didn't expect that the original appearance of this thing was so magical!

Fahai was not too surprised, because he had already seen the true appearance of this golden bowl when he was practicing with his master in the early years.

Now that this object has fallen back into his hands, it brings more nostalgia for the past.

"Thank you, Chief!" He thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"You're welcome, besides, your master also has a few words for us to convey to you......" The Taoist Master conveyed the previous words to the other party as they were, and at this point, his task was completed.

"Don't you have to chase those false things...... Fahai muttered, but then shook his head and sighed slightly.

"Master, how can you understand my suffering. If it weren't for that, how could I have come all the way to Lin'an......"

He understood that Master still remembered him before he died, and he also knew Master's kindness. As a living Buddha, Master's understanding and mastery of the Dharma is far beyond the comprehension of many people.

Because of this, I may see more of the truth of this world than others.

The reason why the immortals and Buddhas in this world are not visible must also have their own understanding.

Therefore, he will deliberately ask someone to convey such persuasive words, so that he no longer has to pursue things that no longer exist.

"But...... Does it really not exist? ”

Fahai's heart moved, and the Buddha light on the surface of the golden bowl in his hand gradually dimmed, and it was no longer as eye-catching as it was originally.

Several pilgrims who had just passed by had already cast surprised glances at this side, and perhaps it would cause more unnecessary trouble later.

……

When night fell, Fahai found a smaller temple to rest for the night.

Because the temple is not so outstanding, it does not attach so much importance to incense money, at least there will be more understanding of Buddhism, so it is also quite welcome to monks like Fahai who can preach the scriptures.

This time, because the Taoist chief did not have a convenient place to live temporarily, he also temporarily stayed in the guest room of this small temple. He is not a person who is rigid in small sections, and after meditating and practicing for a while, he lies down and sleeps, quite peacefully.

And the lights in Fahai's room were still on until late at night.

At this moment, in the room, Fahai held the golden bowl in his hand and pondered for a while, then put it on the table, turned his palm over, and saw several relics very similar to the ones Du Bai had seen before appear in his palm.

Moreover, these relics are not as empty as the previous one that was stolen and eaten by the white snake, but exude abundant Buddha nature, like warm jade, which makes people reluctant to look away, symbolizing these extraordinary objects.

However, this time I took it out for the sake of cultivation. I saw that Fahai did not hesitate too much, and put these relics into the golden bowl.

When he had just received the golden bowl from the Taoist priest, he had already had a kind of realization in his heart.

Let him realize that maybe things are far from being as simple as they seem.

I am afraid that there are more secrets among these relics.

When those relics fell into the golden bowl, there should have been a crisp sound of collision, but the strange thing was that it was as if they had fallen into a bottomless pit, and no sound came out.

Fahai's face was still calm, and he continued to put them in one by one in an orderly manner.

And when he put all the relics, including the one that had been sucked dry, into the golden bowl, and calmed down a little, he saw a more melodious Buddha light suddenly emerge from the golden bowl, and even soared straight into the sky, dispelling the black clouds in the sky, and I don't know where it went!

"Buddha ......"

Fahai's heart palpitated, and he looked up at the roof, his solemn gaze seemed to penetrate the eaves, and he also cast it into the distance with the Buddha's light.

But the vision goes far beyond that.

At this time, in the Buddha hall of the small temple, two ordinary monks are cleaning up the burned incense burned by the pilgrims during the day, sorting out the offerings, and cleaning the Buddha hall by the way, so as not to disturb the Buddha with those impure things.

It's just that at this time, the candle flame in the Buddha hall suddenly happened to be windless and automatic, as if it was scurrying, and danced happily, so that the shadows of the surrounding Buddha statues continued to writhe, as if they were alive, inexplicably weird.

"What's going on?"

The monks looked around in some inexplicable terms, but there was no sign of any wind, and some only had the bitter cold of the winter night.

It's just that at this moment, one of them inadvertently looked at the big Buddha statue in the center, his face changed suddenly, and he was extremely frightened, and his steps subconsciously staggered back two steps!

"Look!"

Everyone hurriedly heard the voice, and they were unbelievable to see that the Buddha statue that should have been carved from wood slowly opened their eyes at this moment, lowered their heads, and looked at everyone in front of them with a pair of golden pupils full of Buddha nature, extremely compassionate!