Snowflakes fell on the steps of the west wing, and under the eaves, Fahai gently sharpened his knife.

Fahai's action of sharpening the knife is very delicate, the right hand pinched the handle of the razor, the left hand pressed the back of the razor with two fingers, the edge of the knife was wiped on the bluestone steps, the snowflakes fell on the blade, melted into water, the rough and blunt blade, the sharp cold light, scorching, which reminded Fahai of the appearance of the abbot shaving himself two years ago.

At that time, the abbot was also holding a tetanus razor, and his smiling appearance made people desperate.

To this day, the corners of Fahai's eyes are a little moist, and I don't know where the abbot is.

With a bang, the last razor was sharpened.

Fahai cleaned up, a full one hundred and eight razors, each knife was shiny and bright, and placed it on the long case in the west wing, and the Buddha's light shone on it, giving people a sense of compassion.

What is Fahai going to do?

Naturally, it's shaving!

Who to shave?

To the canopy, or rather, to the Wenhou!

It has been shown in the demon mirror that he and the poor monk have a fate to travel to the west, since there is a fate, it is better to choose a day than to pretend to be a day, and I will shave him today!

Fahai picked up a main knife and turned to look at Lu Wenhou who was sitting on the chair, Fahai smiled compassionately, raised his hand and smashed Lu Wenhou's hair bun a little, and the long hair like a tiger's mane was draped down, very elegant and majestic.

Fahai looked at the hair and sighed a little, "It's a pity, this is good hair." ”

Speaking of which, Fahai raised his hand and was about to shave the first knife.

At this moment, Lu Wenhou, who was sitting in a faint chair, faintly became a little sober, Lu Wenhou looked at Fahai in front of him, holding a shiny razor in his hand, and was looking at himself with a smile.

Lu Wenhou said weakly, "Fahai, what are you going to do?"

Fahai said, "Shaving." ”

Lu Wenhou smiled, "You are already a monk, why are you still shaving!"

Fahai laughed, "Give Master Lu Shi your shave!"

Lu Wenhou noticed at this time that there were some broken buns on the ground, this, isn't this mine?

Shave me?

I, how could I be a monk!

Lu Wenhou subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he was full of strength, but he found that his whole body was extremely sore, not to mention condensing the power of mana, Lu Wenhou only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he was dizzy, like a poison attack.

Lu Wenhou stared at Fahai, "You, what did you do to me?"

Fahai raised his hand, a bottle of white jade porcelain appeared in his hand, and said with a smile, "I found some elixir in this Jinshan Temple, I thought it could heal Lord Lu Shi, who knew that after taking this medicine, Lord Lu Shi would be unconscious, the poor monk was extremely anxious, and he found a lot of scriptures in Jinshan Temple, and then he found the antidote, this antidote is also simple, as long as he is a monk and recites the vajra mantra once, he can dissolve this medicine." ”

Lu Wenhou listened to Fahai's words, and scolded weakly, "Nonsense! Nonsense! Where is there any medicine that needs to be shaved to detoxify! It is clear that you want to shave me and give me medicine! Good you hypocritical monk! This Marquis regards you as a friend, but you want to harm me......"

Fahai raised his hand and stroked a strand of Lu Wenhou's hair, "Donor, this is a bad word, how can the poor monk come to harm you? It's just that you have a relationship with my Buddha, and the poor monk should be the best person! If you want to enter my Jinshan Temple, the poor monk is too lazy to accept it!"

"The shaving begins! The first knife will cut off all evil thoughts!"

When the words fell, Fahai raised his hand and saw a large handful of hair whizzing down, sprinkled in his hair, Lu Wenhou said bitterly, "Don't! Master, don't! I, Lu Wenhou, am murderous, and I am full of wine, I am not a monk at all, so you can be merciful and merciful and let me go!"

Fahai Mu drank, "The second knife, cultivate a lifetime of good thoughts!"

Another strand of hair falling!

Lu Wenhou shouted angrily, "Bald donkey, I'll tell you one last time! I can't become a monk! Even if you forcibly shave me, I won't abide by the rules and precepts of your Jinshan Temple, and when the time comes, I will ruin your door, what do I think you will do?"

"The third sword, save all sentient beings!"

"The fourth sword, the soul of the dead!"

"The fifth sword, break the calamity of innocence!"

"The sixth sword, extinguish the idea of greed!"

“......”

One knife after another, after nine hundred and eighty-one knives, Lu Wenhou only felt that his scalp was cold, and a generation of tiger marquis, his eyes were condensed, and he was in pain.

I think of my Wenhou, a generation of heroes, eating tiger milk, getting divine soldiers, learning the God of War Catalogue, beauties and beauties, proud of the princely Lu family all his life, even if it is the ancient heavenly queen and descendant of the demon banquet, I can't think of it, now, unexpectedly, I actually ended up like this!

If I let other masters of the Amazing List know, if I let them know about the page, the Demon Banquet, how else can I be?

If you let the ancestor of the Xiliang Lu family know that Wenhou is a monk, who will inherit Xiliang's hegemony?

And behind Wen Hou, Fahai gently sharpened the blade and said leisurely, "I Jinshan Temple inherits the ambition of the Pure Land Buddha Sect and respects the King Buddha of the Earth." When the patriarch of the Pure Land Buddha founded the Pure Land Buddhism, he was divided into twelve orders, namely, Guang, Da, Zhi, Hui, Zhen, Ru, Sex, Forbearance, Ying, Enlightenment, Precepts, and Hai, which were passed on to my master's generation and had reached the end of the Haizi generation, and my master accepted the apprentice on behalf of the teacher and gave me the Haizi, and at your level, I was not qualified to accept the apprentice on behalf of the teacher. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Wenhou was overjoyed and couldn't give words, doesn't this mean that I can't be a monk?

And Fahai's next sentence interrupted Lu Wenhou's dream.

Fahai said with a smile, "The poor monk later inquired about some of the scriptures of the Pure Land Buddhism, the Pure Land Buddhism has a rule, if the twelve orders have been used once, then the last Haizi generation has the greatest ability, the highest realm, and the strongest talent of the Buddha from these twelve words to choose a word to redefine the twelve word order, the poor monk thinks that his qualifications can barely be regarded as the new generation of the Pure Land Buddha Sect to carry the Buddha, so the poor monk will advance the right to use this word. The poor monk thinks that in the twelve characters, the word Wu is the most in line with you, it is better to do this, your Dharma name is called Wu Neng, how about it?"

Wen Hou's lips trembled slightly, "Enlightenment, incompetence......"

Fahai said with a smile, "You like this Dharma name very much, and the poor monk also likes it! In the future, you will be the first generation disciple of Jinshan Temple, when you go out, if someone offends you, remember to report the abbot's Dharma name, and those who are enemies of you are enemies of Jinshan Temple, and they can't get along with this host!"

Lu Wenhou wanted to scold, but at this time, Fahai took out a heavy book, "This is the Tang Dynasty military book you want! I looked for the Jinshan Temple library and found that there was only this one military book, it should be right! You read slowly, there are still some things to deal with for the teacher." ”

The Tianlan Book of Soldiers appeared in front of him, on which the word Tianlan shone with ancient light, and under the title page, there was a line of ancient poems.

The sun sets over the long river in the eastern capital, and the iron horse guards the general's grave.

Do your best to make a small decision, and the spear guards the soul of the Tang Dynasty alone.

Lee Chung-hei!

It's the legendary book of war!

It's that book!

It's the book of war!

Lu Wenhou held the book of war in both hands, immersed in happiness.

Lu Wenhou once heard the ancestor of the Lu family say more than once that 10,000 years ago, the gods of the Tang Dynasty were different from the immortals, and they did not rely on the spiritual veins for their cultivation, but on the dragon veins!

At that time, I didn't talk about any spiritual roots and wisdom roots.

At that time, it was about one life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulations of yin virtue and five readings.

At that time, the scholars were not as polite as they are now, the readers of that era carried a long sword at their waists, cut the long whale, knew the fairy, the old Confucian, and drank it in one gulp!

At that time, marching and fighting were not higher than anyone's generals now, one person fought a hundred, at that time, there were many people playing, a well-coordinated Qi Luck Corps, condensing the blood and qi of the Corps to suppress the great power of the world, talking about a hundred fighting one!

At that time, the emperor was often marrying a fairy, and the beauties of the harem were all fairies, witches, and witches, and they lived a fairy life......

At this moment, Wen Hou held the Tianlan Art of War, forgetting that he was shaved, forgetting that he was ordained, forgetting that he was drugged by Fahai and fell asleep, and he was confused about the unpleasant things of being destined for the Buddha and becoming a monk.

Wen Hou is such a pure and simple person.

When Fahai walked through the wing, he glanced at Wen Hou, and saw that he was greedy and obsessive with the military book, and he was relieved for a while.

To be honest, Fahai was still very worried that Lu Wenhou would not be able to stand it, and then hang himself on the southeast branch.

Now it seems that he obviously doesn't have that much of a mustard for becoming a monk, so that's fine!

Cloth shoes stepping on thin snowflakes, Fahai walked in the Jinshan Temple of Nuoda, Fahai's fingers gently rubbed a mirror, the mirror was the size of a palm, wrapped around the back of Fahai's left hand, the surface of the mirror was layered with layers of gold wisps, and the smiling face of Fahai when he had just shaved appeared in the middle.

That knife was cut down one by one, and Fahai could fully feel the refreshment of the abbot when he shaved himself at that time.

It's a blast that's hard to describe in words!

It's like a glass of frozen happy water when you're about to heat stroke on dog days.

As for whether to tell Wen Hou or not that he is the reincarnation of Tianpeng, Fahai thinks that it is better not to tell this, he is very happy to live now, and he is carrying too many things from his previous life, so he may not be happy.

And those things in his previous life, he will slowly know in the future.

Fahai smiled, left the backyard, and headed towards Leifeng Tower.