When Fang Yuan was a teenager, after seeing the master who raised him single-handedly turned into a pile of tattered minced meat, that scene of blood was forever fixed in his heart.

What precepts and rules, what about the bliss of rebirth, at that moment, all turned into a dream bubble......

I don't dare to hate, I don't want to hate, my faith is broken, and I don't think about this life and the next life.

Isn't it ridiculous that a fish on a chopping block still adheres to some rules and precepts and pursues the bliss of rebirth?

He once cried and asked the uncle and uncle in the temple, why do we give good karma and cultivate ourselves diligently, but we can't get a good end?

He also burst into tears at his followers and asked them what the Buddha was, where was the Buddha, and what the Buddha ...... Do you know us?

As the years go by, the more questions are asked, and the answers will naturally emerge.

It's just because, under the imperial family, they are all dogs! They are all ants! They are respectful and polite on weekdays, but they have not torn off that layer of hypocrisy!

In this heaven and earth, there is no Buddha, and there is no afterlife and bliss!

Cultivating goodness and therefore no good fruit, this Buddha ...... What else do you do to fix him?

Fang Yuan plunged headlong into the vast Buddhist scriptures, as if seeking answers, as if forgetting the past, more than eighty years passed in a hurry, and the original little novice became a monk and was promoted to abbot.

I thought that the position of this abbot had climbed to the highest level, and there was no way forward. Until one day, he accidentally discovered in a Buddhist scripture that there was a higher level above this abbot.

Holy Monk.

What kind of monk, how miraculous, dare to call the saint?

The novice, who can drive away evil spirits and cure diseases with Zen sounds, the monks, can turn decay and give birth to white bones, and the abbot can be self-energized, not stained with dust, and the sword is difficult to hurt.

Holy monk, what is it?

Once upon a time, an arhat asked the Buddha, "What is sacred?"

The Buddha said: The fruit is holy, the golden body is holy, and the immeasurable is holy.

The arhat then asked, "Holy, what are your supernatural powers?"

The Buddha said: Immortal and incorruptible, not dirty and indestructible, not increasing or decreasing.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but think: "If Master cultivates to the position of a holy monk, wouldn't he still be alive and well, and he won't be afraid of any big swords and crossbows?"

Looking down again, my heart suddenly cooled half.

Eight hundred years ago, the Great Hung Empire.

There is a butcher named Fan Da, who slaughters sheep for a living, and has two sons after marriage, which is very happy.

One day, the youngest son, who was less than half a year old, suddenly disappeared, and the family searched all over the village but did not see him, and finally felt that he had been abducted by his teeth, and there was little hope of finding it, so he had no choice but to give up, and Fan Da's mother died of depression.

After a year, one day Fan slaughtered a sheep, and the eldest son was playing beside him and accidentally fell into the river. But because the scream of the sheep covered the child's cry for help, the son drowned, and because of this incident, Fan's father died of grief.

After the couple eased up, they decided to have another child and conceive for ten months, but they didn't expect that in the end, the mother and child died. Fan Dawan was discouraged and escaped into the Buddhist gate, but fortunately, the master treated him very well, and his heart gradually settled down, and he regarded the monastery as his home.

Later, the master treated the son of an official, but he was not cured and was killed by the official.

Just as he was leaving, he found a birthmark on the child's body, which turned out to be his youngest son, who had disappeared in his early years!

Fan Daru was hit by five thunderbolts, fell unconscious, and was then caught by the government and sentenced to death.

Unexpected...... Beheading, swords and severed heads; gallows, hanging for a day and a night, still nothing; five horses split their corpses, but they were dragged back upside down; fire and water immersion, heavy crossbows and fire, can not hurt them in the slightest.

In the end, Fan Da was released, and since then he has walked the world and done good to save people......

When Fang Yuan saw this, he knew that there were many blurs in this record, he was too familiar with the style of persuading kindness and cherishing life in Buddhism.

However, such a person who can't get rid of it should have existed, but what chilled his heart was that it was clearly stated in the records that the only person who could achieve holy monks was a person who was born with Buddha nature!

Moreover, thousands of years have passed, and under the change of seven dynasties, there is only such a holy monk!

Fang Yuan didn't know, and there was no detailed description of this aspect in the Buddhist scriptures, until he found that Zhang Yuan, who had no teacher and had mastered the Zen sound, that hope was rekindled in his heart!

If you can learn Zen after listening for a month, this should be the innate Buddha nature, right?

With his resentment towards the royal family, he made such a big vow, if he became a holy monk and had the skill of killing, then the master's hatred ......

Fang Yuan thought that he had long forgotten the revenge of killing his master, after all, even Emperor Taizong who ordered it had already passed away, this was probably the only place where Buddhism was better than the royal family. Unexpectedly, all of a sudden, Zhang Yuan evoked this thought, and Fang Yuan realized that the Buddha he had cultivated for decades was all useless work on the surface!

Hatred is only buried in the deepest depths, and once it is stirred by the thunder, it will breed and spread for thousands of miles!!

Fang Yuan stared at him directly: "Zhang Yuan, let me ask you, are you willing to become a 'holy monk'?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes sparkled, and he said calmly: "Dare to ask the master, what is a holy monk?"

Fang Yuan copied the Buddhist scriptures, there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, and he said word by word: "Immortal and incorruptible, not dirty and indestructible, not increasing or decreasing." ”

Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment, and inexplicably felt that a big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and another message was released from the floodgates of memory, as if he had not managed to leave for many days, just for this moment.

"I do. ”

It is not deliberate, but spontaneously faintly chanting.

"Do you want to take the ordination?"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "It is indispensable, but it still needs to retain its secular identity, and it will be useful in the future." ”

Fang Yuan wanted to say that it was not in accordance with the rules, but his mind changed: this person has not passed through that level and still understands the Zen sound, why should I bother?

He nodded at the moment and said, "From today onwards, the Scripture Pavilion is open to you, you can read it, I will teach you the Fa alone once a day, and the rest will be up to you!"

After Fang Yuan left, Zhang Yuan sat back down on the collapse, silently sorting out useful information from the messy memories in his mind while exercising.

Holy monk, he has an impression of these two words, not how amazing the holy monk himself is, it seems to ...... Seems like a good stepping stone.

But for now, it's really useful. If it is really immortal and incorruptible, then the royal family can no longer threaten, and from then on, it has been freed from the constraints of secular forces and marched to a higher level.

Hmm? Why do I think of "worldly power"? Could it be that there are forces that are not worldly?

As the night passed, the heavy snow gradually stopped, and the warm winter sun came out, reflecting the white expanse between the sky and the earth.

Outside the Temple of the Dead, a man and a woman were walking slowly on horseback.

Horses are tall horses, and people are handsome people. Dressed in brocade and satin, at first glance, he is a child of the family.

"Brother Shi, on this snowy day, what are you doing here in the Temple of the Afterlife?" The woman who spoke had a good complexion, wrapped in a silver fox fur on her body, and still looked graceful, and there was a bit of arrogance between her eyebrows.

The man was Zhang Xuan, and when he heard this, he smiled and said, "My mother has a life, and I asked my brother to visit someone." ”

The woman looked puzzled: "Isn't it enough to send a slave over?

"Originally, slaves were also good, but my mother couldn't rest assured, so she had to take a look for herself. Zhang Xuan jumped off the horse, handed the horse to the monk of Zhike, and then helped the woman to dismount.

"Hehe, who is it that can work as a brother?" the woman casually waved the whip in her hand, making a bang in the air.

"It's a good brother of mine. ”

"Zhang Wei, didn't he go to the south with the army to conquer the Shanyi people?"

"No, no, no. Zhang Xuan showed a rather strange smile: "Bing Mei guessed wrong, he is just a cheap seed born by a fire girl." ”

Sima Bing rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, didn't say anything more, and followed him into the gate of the Temple of the Dead.