When An Ming came back to his senses, it was too late.

An Ming looked at the four big characters of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and looked at the table in front of him uneasily.

In front of An Ming, there is a long table case, there is a razor on the table, there are large, medium, small, there are blades next to the razor, there is a hemostatic silk cloth, there is clear water, there is a Buddha shrine, the Buddha shrine rubs the finger-thick ring scar incense, this kind of incense is very expensive, it will only be burned when the monk shaves, and after the gradient is completed, it will be burned on the monk's head, leaving a scar.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall under the candlelight was majestic and solemn, and Kukai, who had changed into a brand-new abbot's robe, sharpened his knife skillfully, and said with a smile, "Lord Anshi, don't be impatient, no one has shaved in my temple for more than 30 years, this razor is rusty, but I rub it very quickly, and it will be better soon." ”

An Ming looked at the knife and wanted to escape, but his body had already been frozen by Kukai, let alone running, it was difficult for you to move your fingers, in this case, you couldn't do anything except be able to speak.

An Ming tried to say, "Master, I admire your skills very much, but I have no interest in becoming your apprentice at all. To tell you the truth, I am a waste of pseudo-spiritual roots, if a person like me cultivates the truth, then at the same level, I consume hundreds or even a thousand times more resources than the other party, my qualifications are dull and unbearable, don't shave me when you are old. ”

Kukai said with a smile while rubbing his sword, "Lord An Shi is polite, you are a pseudo-spiritual root, I am not as good as you, the old monk is a waste spiritual root!"

An Ming muttered, "You waste the spirit root? impossible, you destroyed the Jindan Ancestor, you are the waste spirit root?"

Kukai said again, "My Buddhism is different from Xuanmen, Xuanmen cultivation is a qualification, a spiritual root, they divide the people of the world into heavenly spiritual roots, earth spiritual roots, pure spiritual roots, alien spirit roots, pseudo spiritual roots, waste spiritual roots, and my Buddhism does not have so many classifications, my Buddhism only talks about wisdom roots, not spiritual roots." ”

An Ming said, "Huigen?"

Kukai smiled, "It's wisdom! Buddhism is different from Xuanmen, Buddhism says that a comer is fate, donor, you and I are neighbors for three years, three years, you and I rest together morning and evening, get along day and night, never give up, this is the Buddha's fate, take out the donor, you are very smart, three years I have seen the donor's various gods and ghosts in the past three years, countless, An Gongzi can be called the unparalleled in the world, so if the people of Huigen can enter my Buddhism, I want to come to my Buddhism is a great blessing!"

Hearing Kuhai say this, An Ming hurriedly defended, "Master, you misunderstood, I actually have a very low intelligence, and I eat wine and drink meat, and I am lustful, and if a person like me enters the Shamen, it will only tarnish the name of the Buddha, dirty the name of the Buddha, and make you ashamed, so you should let me go." ”

Kukai said with a smile, "Donor, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, and if the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way." It's not a secret, the poor monk likes two things most in his life, one is to kill demons and eliminate evil, and the other is to drink and donkey meat, you are a genius of Buddhism, there are no taboos, and it doesn't hurt to like big fish and meat, my Buddha will not blame. ”

An Ming saw that Kukai had made a good sword, and hurriedly got up, "Master, I can't hide it, I'm not ready to become a monk yet, I have to go back and tell my father, otherwise, what do you think of the lay disciple, I will be a lay disciple, don't shave my hair, you can't do this-high monk! master! elder!!"

"Don't move!"

An Ming only felt a chill in his head, and with the crisp sound of scissors, a strand of hair fell to his side.

Kukai's voice was loud, "The first sword, cut off all evil thoughts." ”

Another strand of hair fell, "The second knife, cultivate a lifetime of good thoughts." ”

"The third sword, save all living beings. ”

"The fourth sword, the soul of the dead. ”

“......”

Ninety-nine eighty-one knives have passed, An Ming felt the cool feeling of emptiness on his head, and for a while, his pupils were closed, and he was in pain.

Thinking of me Anming, a dignified traverser, originally wanted to dominate the cultivation realm, hug left and right, and walk to the pinnacle of life.

But now he's a bald donkey.

If I let other time-travelers know, I won't be able to see anyone.

If I let my father know that his only son has become a bald donkey, will he consider depriving me of the inheritance of a million dollars?

If I let those sisters of mine know that their brother is a bald monk, will they be ashamed of me?

And behind An Ming, the old monk Kukai said leisurely, " My patriarch founded the Pure Land Buddhism, the disciples of the Buddha Sect, divided into twelve sequences, respectively, Guang, Da, Zhi, Hui, Zhen, Ru, Sex, Forbearance, Ying, Enlightenment, Precepts, Hai, passed to my generation has reached the last order of the Haizi generation, to your session should be wordless, but for the teacher to consider your Huigen is outstanding, decided to nominally accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, and promote you to the Haizi generation, the second word of your Dharma name should be the sea character, and the first word of your Dharma name You can start it yourself, just like the poor monk's Kuhai, my senior brother's Xuanhai, what word do you plan to take?"

An Ming subconsciously read, "Fahai." ”

Kukai paced, pinched his fingers and counted, "Fahai, the law of the Pure Land, vast as the sea, a good name, worthy of my Kukai's fancy Huigen extremely high Buddha, your Dharma name, can be called a must! Fahai, Fahai, good Fahai!"

Listening to Kukai praising himself again, An Ming just wanted to say, can I be vulgar, I am still vulgar and a man, I haven't been in love yet.

At this time, Kukai seemed to think of something, and turned around and picked up the ring scar incense to give An Ming a look.

An Ming hurriedly said, "Master, I'm only sixteen years old, can you stop burning it first." ”

Kukai thought for a moment, "It's okay if it's not hot, but I have to make your eyebrows a little bit! ”

When the words fell, the blood flowed on Kukai's ring finger, and the empty sea hand was like a meteor, quickly scratching on An Ming's eyebrows, so fast that An Ming saw that Kukai's head was steaming, and the old monk seemed to be very struggling.

Finally, Kukai finished drawing the last stroke, his face was like gold paper, and he took a few steps back, "I can't imagine that my Vajra Realm cultivation can only draw half of the Pure Land Nirvana Seal, that's it, the remaining half, you can draw it yourself in the future, the poor monk has a huge consumption in this battle, you want to take a rest, you can rest too." ”

With that, Kukai vanished.

As soon as Kukai left, An Ming only felt that the fetters around him had disappeared, and he hurriedly got up, An Ming grabbed the broken hair on the ground for the first time, and muttered, "My hair, my hair!"

An Ming was a little depressed, thinking about himself, just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, my crossing was a tragedy.

I became a monk in this life, so the good thing of marrying a wife and having children or something is destined not to be my turn, imagine that I will sit in front of the green lamp in the future, and before the Buddha is worshipped, Gongzi An simply pulled down the belt of his trousers, put it on the beam of the house, and was ready to do it.

But just when An Gongzi was about to hang it up, he found a bronze mirror, and in the mirror, he only saw a demon monk with snowy skin, beautiful facial features, and a little vermilion mark on his eyebrows.

Take a closer look, this demon monk's eyes are shining, and there is a demonic charm between his eyebrows, which makes An Ming think of a cartoon from the earth era, in which there is an evil monk named Du I don't spend her, the monk in this mirror and the young evil monk are simply the same.

An Ming pinched his cheek, it hurt-

An Ming took a step back, looked at the bewitching face in the mirror, and muttered, "Is this the appearance sealed by the hair? I, I was so handsome? It's just that the hair seals my temperament?"

"So, should I thank Kukai, who made me discover my peerless beauty?"

"No, no, he made me a bald donkey, and I will say goodbye to my three wives and four concubines from now on!"

"Yard, even if I look so handsome, and I'm a fart, I've become a bald donkey, no matter how handsome I am, it's useless!"

"Alas, Dad, your son regrets it now, I shouldn't have run away from home, I shouldn't have lived next to the monk's temple for three years, I shouldn't have gone to see the Jindan Ancestor fight the dragon, and I shouldn't have watched the Buddha King Kong break the Jindan Ancestor......"

"In my life, it's just a mistake!"

“......”