Mrs. Peach Blossom woke up and was not hurt too much, and at the cost of Monk Fan's near death.

In the battle of military liberation, the monk Lifan protected Mrs. Peach Blossom, and his body and soul were severely damaged, and the original god was on the verge of shattering.

Jiu Xian sent Monk Fan's primordial spirit back into his body, but Monk Fan did not wake up, but there was golden light on his body that continued to overflow, and his golden body was constantly dissipating.

"What's the matter, Xiao Qi, is there any salvation?" At this time, Jiu Xian asked a woman, Confucian Xiu, who was the youngest of the seven sages of the Yasheng Sect. He has the heart of a bodhisattva and is proficient in medical skills, so he is a medical sage.

There is a lake in Shengyan Academy, the surface of the lake has no waves, such as a mirror, it is called Mirror Lake, and the medical sages live on the shore of Mirror Lake.

Because the life and death of the monk were uncertain, Jiu Xian went to Jinghu to invite this medical sage.

"The Yuan Shen is too badly injured, and there are five days at most, and Master Fan will die due to the collapse of the Yuan Shen, and the golden body of his arhat, I am afraid that he will not be able to protect it." The doctor sighed.

The Buddha cultivation of the Seven Realms is called an arhat, and the symbol of an arhat is this golden body that is invulnerable to fire and water, and will not be destroyed by a hundred calamities.

"What does Xiao Qi mean is that no matter whether a monk recovers or not, his Buddhist cultivation will disappear with the dissipation of the golden body?" Wine Virtuous Road.

Yixian nodded: "I'm afraid yes, if it weren't for Master Fan's profound cultivation and changing to other seven realms to enter the military solution, he would have been scattered by now." ”

"Xiao Qi, is there a way to save me?" The sword immortal next to him asked.

"Yes, but it's a little difficult." Doctor Wisdom.

"How?" The crowd stood up.

"The Great Compassion Temple outside Chang'an City, there is a Mystic Lotus Flower in it, and its leaves can relieve the suffering of the Yuan Shen of the Master Fan." Yixian replied.

"Then I'll go get it." Jiu Xian said that he wanted to fly outside Chang'an City, but was stopped by Yixian.

"Second senior brother, it's useless, don't talk about you, even if the master goes, you can't pick the leaves of this Myoho-renge, Myoho-renge-hua has withered since the death of that Huiguang Bodhisattva."

The Huiguang Bodhisattva of the Great Compassion Temple, when he was alive, was no less than the Lord of the Heavenly Prison and the existence of the sub-saint.

"Maybe there is a way to revive the Great Compassion Temple." Then Yixian thought about it.

After all, as far as the medical sages knew, in addition to the Huiguang Bodhisattva, there was also a Bodhisattva in the Great Compassion Temple who was in retreat, and that Bodhisattva might have a way to revive this Myoho-renge-ka.

"I'm going to see it after all." Jiu Xian sighed, and left with Jian Xian with Chen Qingshan and the others.

And Mrs. Peach Blossom and Yixian took care of Monk Fan here.

Half an hour later, the group appeared outside the Dabei Temple, which is the largest temple in the Tang Dynasty, and the temple naturally has many Buddha cultivators.

Although the cultivation of the Seven Realms in the Great Compassion Temple is not as good as that of Shengyan Academy, it is not much worse, but most of these existences are traveling the world. Therefore, in the Temple of Great Compassion, there are not many cultivation of the Seven Realms that are really there.

In order to show his piety, Jiuxian stopped outside the Great Compassion Temple.

"Disciples of all monks, Sanzang came to ask for a leaf of Myoho-renge." Sanzang shouted at the vermilion temple gate.

"Who dares to shout outside the temple, don't you know that it's time for evening class? Shocked the masters in the temple, take you to ask! At this time, two young men about the same age as Sanzang opened the temple door and shouted.

The two of them, one fat and one thin, both wore gray monk's robes, with red lips and white teeth, but their mouths were a little sharp.

"And that drunkard, the Great Compassion Temple is not a place for you to drink, leave quickly."

When the fat and thin two children saw Jiuxian, they immediately said in disgust, they obviously didn't know the appearance of Jiuxian and Jianxian.

Jiuxian lives in seclusion in the drunken bamboo forest, and Jianxian lives in the sword pond for a long time, this Chang'an, there are not many people who recognize the appearance of the two.

Not to mention the two little monks in front of him who are not even in the first realm.

At this time, there was a team of chariots and horses with fire, and the one who opened the way in front was a martial artist from the Five Realms, and the identity of the person who came did not seem to be simple.

These five husbands, named Su Qiang, are a nurse of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and sitting in the carriage behind them is Qin Yunyun, the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The fat and thin two children don't recognize the two sages, but they know the carriages and horses of this prime minister's house.

"Miss Qin is really a bodhisattva, she goes to the Great Compassion Temple once a month, you are so sincere, the Buddha will definitely bless you." The fat and thin second boy immediately changed his face.

"Yunyun came to the Great Compassion Temple to pray for his father, and it troubled the two little masters." There was a sound coming out of the carriage, like a silver bell, which sounded a little good, and the woman sitting inside would not be too ugly.

The fat and thin second child was flattered: "The side temple has been waiting for you inside for a long time, please come in, please come in." ”

The partial temple in the mouth of the two is the person who is usually in charge of the incense candles and merit money in the temple.

"Thank you, two little masters." Qin Yunyun's voice sounded again.

Nasu Huyuan comprehended, took out two silver tickets and put them in the hands of the fat and thin two, the face value of this silver ticket was one hundred taels.

"A little incense money, I hope the two little masters don't dislike it." Su Huyuan Road.

"Where is the Su Nursing Courtyard?" The fat and thin two glanced at each other, smiled with their eyebrows, and then the two of them personally opened the way and welcomed the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion into the Great Compassion Temple.

The whole process ignored the wine sages and others outside.

"It turns out that the Buddha also loves money." Chen Qingshan sighed.

"It is not the Buddha who loves money, but those who stand in the way of the Buddha." Out of nowhere, the wine sage took out another wine gourd and began to smack his wine.

"This is a monk, obviously there are two little ghosts, the king of Hades is easy to see, and this little ghost is difficult." Everyone, you say a word, I say a word.

At this time, the fat and thin duo had already returned.

Chen Qingshan didn't say a word, took out two silver tickets and put them in the hands of the two.

The fat and thin two glanced at each other and said in unison.

"Donor, please come in."

At this moment, Chen Qingshan felt that whatever masters were having evening classes were all excuses, as long as you have money, the masters will have time.

"Sin, sin." Sanzang saw this and shouted.

"It's interesting." Jiu Xian smiled, and strode behind Chen Qingshan, and the others hurriedly followed.

After all, he came to beg for help, and spending some money was nothing, but this was also Chen Qingshan's second time since Hancheng, and he felt the importance of money again.

With money, things that seem difficult become easier.

"Please wait here for a few donors, and after the temple has received Miss Qin, I will come to find a few donors." The fat and thin duo took the money and became polite.

"Two little masters, please." Chen Qingshan said, the fat and thin two recited the Buddha name, and left.

When they left, the two exchanged ears, and as for what they were saying, Chen Qingshan couldn't hear it clearly.

It's just Jiu Xian and Jian Xian, both of whom couldn't help laughing.

"Do you know what the fat and thin monks are talking about?" Jiu Xian quipped.

Chen Qingshan shook his head.

"They were saying that they made some money tonight, and they were going to drink flower wine in Chang'an City tomorrow, I originally thought they were just loving money, but I didn't expect them to be two meat monks." Jiu Xian shook his head.

Chen Qingshan sat in the pavilion, looking around curiously, where several people were now outside the hall.

Looking inside, there is no Buddha statue in the side hall, so some are empty, even if it is a side hall, there are nearly 20 zhang high, the atmosphere is solemn.

Behind the side hall is a group of pagodas, and Chen Qingshan knows that it should be dedicated to relics.

Behind the pagoda group, there are countless pine trees, those pine trees are not lower than the pillars of the side hall, there is a wind blowing, it becomes a pine wave, actually gives Chen Qingshan a feeling of relaxation and happiness.

Half an hour later, a chubby monk walked out, full of spring breeze, obviously receiving a lot of benefits, presumably the side temple.

Among all the people Chen Qingshan has seen, only Xihan can compare with his body type, but Xihan's body shape is natural, and this partial temple is eaten.

And when the side temple saw a few people clearly, his face suddenly changed, and he sweated even more, and then trotted over.

"Two seniors, you are far away!" As soon as the foot of the temple slipped, it rolled over, leaving a sweat mark on the ground.

The cultivation of the partial temple is not high, there are only five realms, but he recognizes Jiuxian and Jianxian.

The thought of letting the two strongest of the seven sages wait for him here for a long time, the temple was a little stunned.

Fortunately, Jiu Xian and Jian Xian did not pursue it, but just let Sanzang explain his intentions.

"Myoho-renge-ka, that thing has withered since Master Huiguang passed away, so it's a little difficult to do." Biji wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave the same reply as the medical sage.

"There is a way to revive this Myoho-renge-ka." Jiu Xian asked.

The temple thought about it for a while.

"I don't know much about this, wait a minute, I'll go and invite the abbot." Biji replied and went to the main hall.

Chen Qingshan, who was on the side, knew that it was completely the face of the two sages of Jiujian to let the side temple personally invite the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple. If it is Chen Qingshan, I am afraid that at most they will go to the side temple.

While thinking about it, an old monk with a nine-ring tin staff walked over from the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"I've seen Abbot Qingxu." Jian Xian and Jiu Xian performed the junior ceremony, in terms of strength, although the Qingxu in front of him may not be able to beat any of them, but if it is about seniority, this Qingxu old monk is the same as the Yasheng generation.

"Sword boy, wine boy, long time no see, you two are stronger than me." Abbot Qingxu said with a smile, his eyes were gratified.

"Qingxu seniors have praised it." Jiuxian is a little unusually reserved.

"I know what you want, come with me." Abbot Qingxu's tin staff fell to the floor, making a dingdong collision sound, which was very pleasant.

Several people followed behind the abbot of Qingxu, walked out of the side hall, in front of the pagoda group, the abbot of Qingxu stopped, bowed for a while, and then continued to move forward.

Seeing this, Chen Qingshan and others followed suit, and also bowed seriously to the pagoda group.

Chen Qingshan observed that the lowest floating slaughter here has three floors, the highest has twelve floors, and there are only two floating slaughters on the twelfth floor.

Chen Qingshan realized, the monk of the Fan Floating Slaughter, he performed it in three layers, and the monk of the Fan Monk performed it in twelve layers, and then corresponded to the floating slaughter in the Great Compassion Temple, the number of layers is the same, maybe a little exquisite.

Thinking about it, I entered the pine forest, the innermost part of the pine forest, there is a small courtyard, thatched roof, pine hedge, there is a small pool in front of the courtyard, there are lotus flowers in the pool, but the lotus, I don't know how long it has withered.

Like this lotus flower, the small courtyard seems to be dead, and it is incompatible with the vitality of the surrounding pine forest.

"This is the place where Patriarch Huiguang passed away." Abbot Qingxu stopped and said.