Walk through the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the Jingci Temple, and then there is the apse of the delicate cultivation, the incense is prosperous, curling into smoke, and there are high monks in the temple who specialize in praying for many devout worshippers.

Qiao Chen'an came to the world-famous Jingci Temple for the first time, and saw that the temples were heavy, and the monks could be seen walking everywhere, all with auspicious and wise faces.

"It's ......"

Under his gaze, the silky silk threads overflowed from the pilgrim's heavenly heart, and finally extended to the Buddha statue in the temple, in his perception, the silk thread contained the most sincere and longing call and cry in the master's heart, and the beautiful hope for the future life suddenly became clear in his heart, which is the so-called wish of all beings.

A person's wish power may not be nothing, but in front of all living beings, the infinite wish power is fused together, like a hundred rivers converging in the sea, and it will be an ocean like a sea, vast as an abyss!

"Buddhism ......"

Qiao Chen'an thought about it, this kind of means of gathering the wishes of sentient beings can not be said to be unclever, from a certain aspect, to obtain the wishes of sentient beings, is to obtain the wish of heaven, to oppose the Buddha, is not to oppose all sentient beings, and this reckless heaven and earth? No wonder Buddhism can be passed down for tens of thousands of years, even in some dynasties that "destroy Buddha" and "destroy Buddha", it has never really been broken.

Qiao Chen'an is the first time to see the unfathomable depth of Buddhism, this pool of water in Buddhism is not something that anyone can flow, think about Mr. Wu's "Journey to the West" to know that Sun Wukong is known as the Monkey King, and even dared to smash the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and sit on the seat of the Jade Emperor, his skills are almost thorough, and he was suppressed by the Buddha to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain?

No matter what seventy-two changes you have, the Tao is mysterious, and you can be cured with just one tight hoop.

Qiao Chen turned many thoughts in peace of mind, passed through one round doorway after another, and unconsciously came to a side hall located at the back of the side, the sunlight was blocked by a thick old tree, and his vision suddenly darkened.

He looked up, only to see the vermilion single-layer heavy eaves of the temple in front of him, the yellow glazed tile ridge, more solemn, the two tall and mighty gods in front of the Yumen will be protecting, as an open eyes and angry, even if it is a great traitor and a wicked person to this place will also put away the meaning of lewdness and desolation.

The pilgrims here have been very scarce, from time to time there is a cool breeze blowing in the courtyard, bringing a little coolness, making people chill, he raised his feet and walked towards the hall, the light suddenly dimmed, and there appeared in front of him one after another fierce gods and evil spirits, painted sculptures.

On the near left side is the Yaksha holding a vajra fork with wings on her back and a slender and slender body with fangs on her mouth and a hideous face, followed by a plump and streamer-smiling girl, a girl with a flattering smile, a tall and fierce Asura, a feathered man with huge golden wings, a kinnara with a human head and a bird's body, and so on......

In this hall, there are eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism!

Qiao Chen'an instantly understood, no wonder he looked vicious, the eight heavenly dragons belonged to the fierce gods among the gods of Buddhism, and they were eight kinds of Shinto monsters, so the location of this temple was very remote, and it was difficult to see people in ordinary times.

Qiao Chen'an didn't expect that he would indiscriminately break into this Eight Heavenly Dragon Palace, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, his eyes swept over the eight statues in this hall, but there were bursts of bamboo orchestral sounds in his ears, and the sound was in his ears, faintly accompanied by the clear and beautiful singing voice of the art girl, which drifted farther and farther away with the breeze.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the song came from, and his eyes reflected the outline of more than a dozen painting boats, colorful flags, carved railings and painted buildings, these eight halls are only separated by a wall from the West Lake.

Inside the wall is the holy place of Buddhism, but outside the wall is a brothel in the green building, but a vermilion high wall seems to separate the two worlds, is it that even the Buddha who is high up and claims to be boundless in Buddhism has nothing to do about the pollution of this world?

Qiao Chen'an walked out of the hall and wanted to leave, but he heard a call from behind him: "This donor, please stay!"

Qiao Chen'an looked back, and saw that in a position on the right side of the hall, there was a statue with the upper body of a human body, and the lower body of a snake, with both hands bent and arms, making fists and pointing at the chest, and sitting on the left knee.

It turned out to be an old monk who looked to be about sixty years old, dressed in moon-white monk's robes, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a red face, a golden Zen staff in his left hand, and his right hand slightly closed in front of his chest, and said, "Donor, what a good look." ”

Qiao Chenan didn't expect that there were other people in this hall, so when he heard this, he folded his hands and replied: "It turned out to be the old master, disrespectful!"

The old monk walked slowly to the outside of the hall, looked into the distance, and said, "Let me ask you, is it good?"

Qiao Chenan was puzzled and said, "What did Master say?"

"The songs that the girls sang. ”

Qiao Chenan didn't understand what the old monk wanted, so he replied truthfully: "It's good." ”

The old monk smiled faintly and said, "Does the donor know that there is a better voice in this world?"

"What sound?" Qiao Chenan wondered, subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, and always felt that this conversation seemed to have been heard somewhere, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"The lion roars at the evening drum and morning bell!"

"Lion's roar?!"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

The old monk suddenly spoke, chanting the Buddha's name, the sound was like a bell, and it spread far away, as if the clouds in the sky were scattered, and after saying this sentence, he stared at him with a smile, Qiao Chen'an's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and he lost his voice: "Fahai!?"

"Donor, how do you know the name of the poor monk?" This time, he was puzzled by Fahai.

Qiao Chenan subconsciously jumped back a step, looked at the old monk in front of him carefully with a pair of eyes, and all kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart, shouldn't this old monk Fahai be staying in the Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang Mansion now? How could he appear in the Jingci Temple on the bank of the West Lake, and still find himself?

At this time, he suddenly had the urge to call Xu Xian, these two are the real enemies, and he is just a melon-eating crowd.

Fahai stared at Qiao Chen'an, who was stunned, and even faintly wary of him, and was slightly puzzled in his heart, the two met for the first time, but the other party said his law name, is this just a coincidence?

Compared with it, he was more willing to believe that this was the "destined person" that the Buddha specially sent to him, and his eyes turned and fell on the white fox on Qiao Chen'an's shoulder, with his gaze, he could naturally see that this white fox was transformed by a goblin, and his brows couldn't help frowning, how can you allow monsters to come and go in the holy land of Buddhism?

But thinking of the purpose of this trip, he suppressed the idea of collecting demons again.

Although Huangfu Xuan's cultivation is not profound, he felt a deep fear from Fahai, and he was so frightened that he plunged into Qiao Chen'an's clothes, hiding himself tightly, where did he come from an old bald donkey, how could he be so terrible?

Qiao Chenan smiled bitterly: "I'm just guessing casually, master don't take it to heart." ”

Fahai said Amitabha Buddha and said with a smile: "The donor can guess the name of the poor monk casually, which shows that he has deep wisdom roots and is destined for my Buddha, so it is better to let go of worldly obsessions, escape into the empty door, and from then on often accompany the green lantern scrolls, devote himself to studying Buddhism, and achieve positive results, isn't it happy?"

Qiao Chen'an was full of black lines, and said, "Master, I want to ask the last question, is everyone destined for my Buddha?"

Fahai didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "Yes, my Buddha purifies all sentient beings, and naturally everyone is destined for my Buddha." ”

The corners of Qiao Chen'an's mouth twitched unconsciously, staring at Fahai's bald head in front of him, and suddenly he had the urge to punch him hard......