Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple, y8uncsu

Beneath the huge Buddha statue, a group of monks are holding an important ceremony, and the old monk who is presiding over the ceremony is persuading the young man to sit on his knees in front of him.

As long as you join Jinshan Temple, Lao Wei will immediately pass on the position of abbot to you, and along with you, the Buddha's Great Day Rulai Sutra and the golden bowl will be given by himself. The old monk said bitterly.

"Zen Master Fahai, what are you kidding, I am a cultivator, how can I have a relationship with the Buddha, if I really have a fate, I would have practiced Buddhism in the first place. Xiao Mingdao almost cried.

He never thought that when he and the white girl Xiaoqing joined forces to kill the golden cymbal law queen, they would attract Fahai.

Fahai didn't say a word, he used the golden bowl given by the Buddha to subdue Xiao Mingdao and brought him back to Jinshan Temple, without the slightest intention of subduing the white girl and suppressing him under Leifeng Pagoda.

"Zen Master Fahai, if you look at this, I don't want this golden cymbal, the magic weapon of the Golden Cymbal, and I don't want these four treasures, I will give these five treasures to Jinshan Temple as sesame oil money, how about you let me go?" Xiao Mingdao pleaded.

However, it didn't have any effect, and Zen Master Fahai did not waver in the slightest, and picked up the ring knife used for shaving and was about to cut it off his head.

A look of resentment appeared on Xiao Mingdao's face, staring at Fahai with resentment, staring at the monks around him, and the huge Buddha statue with a compassionate smile on his face.

"Zen master and slow. A gentle voice suddenly came from outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but it was the white girl who came.

Originally, Zen Master Fahai would ignore it, after all, he was an S-level plot powerhouse, and the white girl was just A-level, and there was no comparison between the two sides.

But this time the White Maiden didn't come alone, but brought ...... Yangtze River water.

A large area of Yangtze River water floated in the air, like a blue cloud floating on Jinshan, but once this water cloud gets out of control, tens of thousands of people at the foot of Jinshan are bound to fall into Zeguo.

The meaning of the white girl is very obvious: either release the people, or flood the Jinshan Temple.

Xiao Mingdao sighed, knowing that in the end, he still didn't overcome the inertia of the plot.

"The donor is at his own convenience. Zen Master Fahai's face changed unchanged, and he didn't even say a word of persuasion, and he wanted to continue to shave Xiao Mingdao when he turned around.

Seeing that Zen Master Fahai was indifferent, the white girl suddenly became anxious, she didn't dare to really drown, this was her last bargaining chip, and it would be gone if she used it.

"Zen master, my heart is not in the Buddha, even if I shave my degree, it is just one more Buddhist rebel, a monk of wine and meat, why is it so painful?"

"Master Xiao, you will understand after the old man shaves your head. Fahai was very patient with Xiao Mingdao, and finally explained, and then cut the knife.

Three thousand troubles were broken, and a new monk was born.

Xiao Mingdao's hatred filled the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall, almost materializing, the whole body True Yuan boiled, and the air around his body was affected by the fluctuating True Yuan, just like the air next to the stove was heated, and the light was deflected.

"Apprentice, your common name is Ming Dao, and now that you are a monk, you happen to be in the Taoist generation, so I will give you the Dharma name Dao Ming as a teacher. Zen Master Fahai said kindly.

He didn't see another young monk on the side crying with a sad face, and his heart was entangled: Obviously, my Dharma name is Daoming, but when this guy came, I had to change my Dharma name, which was really unlucky.

Xiao Ming said, but now Shi Daoming feels that he is powerless, and he still can't accept the fact that he suddenly became a monk.

The white girl outside the hall looked confused at the moment, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar Xianggong, and didn't know what to say.

......

Hangzhou City Baicaotang and Suzhou City Baicaotang are one, the quality of the medicinal materials in it is good and the price is fair, and it is very famous in the Suzhou and Hangzhou generations, and even spread to the capital.

However, the more famous is the boss, because this boss is a monk named Shi Daoming.

However, this monk's medical skills are still very good, and he compiled a medical book called "Compendium of Materia Medica", which greatly improved the medical level of the civil government, and it is simply a Buddha of ten thousand families.

Because of him, there are more people in the world who believe in Buddhism.

"Master, does it really matter if you are a big fish and a big meat?" Xiaoqing wondered.

"What's the matter, it's not the first time. Shi Daoming was still dealing with the plate of grilled chicken in front of him, and he did not restrain himself at all because he was a shiny bald head.

The white girl on the side was smiling happily, and there was a little doll laughing with her, who looked like a white girl between her eyebrows and eyes, but it was Xu Shilin, the child of Shi Daoming and the white girl, who was four years old this year and had entered Mengxue.

"Dad, Mr. said today that monks are not allowed to marry wives, nor can they drink wine and eat meat. Shi Lin bit his thumb and wondered.

"Dad, you asked me to listen to my husband, why didn't you listen?" the little doll was confused.

The fairy tale was innocent, and the white girl and Xiaoqing laughed so hard that they were Shi Daoming himself, and they didn't know how to explain for a while, so they were stunned on the spot.

But after all, he was a tried and tested trialist, and he quickly thought of a rhetoric.

"In fact, there are many schools of Buddhism, most of which cannot marry wives, but there are very few schools that can marry wives, but they are less spread in our Central Plains. Shi Daoming didn't care whether Shi Lin understood it or not, and immediately changed the topic, "Shi Lin, Mr. Sanzijing has finished teaching today, and I will recite it to my father." ”

"Yes, Dad. At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away, ......" Shi Lin was immediately diverted and began to memorize the three-character scripture.

Xiaoqing secretly scolded cunning.

After dinner, Shi Daoming entered the study alone, most of the study was the Taoist scriptures collected over the years, and the other half were Buddhist scriptures, all of which were sent by Fahai of Jinshan Temple.

On the desk, there is a scripture book, the material is peculiar, not silk, not linen, not gold, not iron, extremely tough, and there is only one swastika Buddha seal on the cover.

Next to the scripture is a golden bowl, exuding powerful fluctuations, and an extremely large centipede is crawling inside.

This centipede had a small human head, and when he saw Shi Daoming coming, he actually spoke: "Zen Master Shi Daoming, please let me go, I promise never to do evil again in the future." ”

Shi Daoming looked ahead blankly, stroked his bald head with his right hand, and muttered, "Let you go?"

His face suddenly became extremely hideous, and with a slight movement of his mind, the true yuan of the Buddhist family was injected into the golden bowl, and after the tea effort, there was only a golden carapace left in the golden bowl.

"This "Great Day Rulai Sutra" is really powerful, but after four years of hard work, I was promoted to the A-level, and with the golden bowl, I easily caught the golden cymbal king, the dignified golden cymbal king, is not my triad enemy!"

Since the abolition of Taoist Zhenyuan and the conversion to Buddhist exercises, Shi Daoming's cultivation has become a thousand miles in a day, not only cultivating back to the previous B-level strength, but also being promoted to A-level, which is simply a miracle.

It's just that in this process, Shi Daoming felt that some changes had taken place in himself, and he was very resistant to this change. (To be continued.) )

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