Chapter 730 Lingshan Buddha

"My hair?"

Looking south to Buzhou, in the Beishenshan area, there is a place that almost everyone is familiar with, but never knows where exactly it is. There is a fairy mountain, full of Zen sounds and pieces of Buddhism. It is said that I have stayed here for a long time. Even stubborn people will nod. If a practitioner encounters a demonic obstacle, after arriving here and practicing for a period of time, his mind will naturally become clear and he will understand the great path. And because this place is full of incredible spirituality, it is the place where Mahayana Buddhism originated. Therefore, people in the world It is called Lingshan, and it is one of the top holy places in the world.

In the Lingshan Temple, there is an ancient temple with green pines, strange rocks, and curling smoke. It has been quiet and peaceful for thousands of years. Even the chirping of apes and birds seems gentle and meandering. It will not break the tranquility of this place, but instead adds a bit of calmness to the mountains. Of course, this was in the past, but now in Lingshan Temple, a wailing sound like a slaughtering pig suddenly came out, startling all the tits to fly, and destroying the peace.

"Senior brother, don't be anxious, senior brother, don't be anxious. Since you want to enter my Lingshan Temple, you will naturally have to shave off those three thousand worries..."

A panicked voice kept discouraging, and it sounded like someone was frightened.

"I'm not in a hurry, uncle, who the hell shaved my hair..."

In a large hall on the hillside of Lingshan Temple, there is a majestic and sacred Buddha statue. But below, a monk in gray clothes is full of violence. He is holding a knife and looking for someone to kill him. He is said to be a monk, but he does not look like it. There is no trace on his round head. There are no fragrant scars, and the skin on the neck and wrists is densely covered with black scriptures, looking like tattoos all over the body.

"Well, senior brother, I just shaved my head, so I don't have to kill anyone, right?"

Opposite the gray-robed monk, there is a young monk in white robes, secretly holding the razor's hand and hiding it behind his back.

"Why don't you use it? I'll chop off the head of anyone who shaves my hair. I won't even give him face when the Buddha comes!"

The monk in gray clothes was scurrying around anxiously. Looking at the ferocious look on his body, he really wanted to stab someone with a knife.

"No wonder Uncle Bai tricked me into shaving my senior brother's head. I'm miserable..."

The young monk in white groaned secretly, cursing Uncle Bai in his heart for having deceived him.

"You damn bald donkey, did you shave my head?"

The sharp-eyed monk in gray clothes caught a glimpse of the hidden hand of the little monk in white clothes, and asked cautiously.

"No, no, how could it be me? The young monk only knows how to chant sutras and meditate, and has never touched a sword or a gun..."

"Then what's in your hand?"

"Hehehehehe, it's just a scripture!"

"Take it out and show it to me!"

"Senior brother, do you want to read Buddhist scriptures? I will go to the scripture-storing pavilion to get them for you..."

"I'll wipe it for you and show it to me... Okay, damn bald donkey, it was you who shaved my head, I'll chop you to death..."

"Oh, senior brother, please have mercy on me, I don't dare to do it anymore..."

Two figures, one gray and one white, started chasing and fighting around this thousand-year-old temple. The handsome and holy little monk screamed like a slaughtered pig. It took half an hour to finish the chase. The little monk was finally over. He didn't lose his head, but the two dark circles under his eyes were extremely funny on his handsome little face. Accompanying Xiao Xin, he looked fawningly close to the gray-clothed monk who was lying on the incense table with his legs crossed, and his face was full of smiles.

"Senior brother, have you calmed down? If you calm down, I still have something to say to you..."

"Excuse me, uncle, my wine gourd? Let me have some wine to moisten your throat first..."

"We are a monastery here, there is no wine..."

"..."

"Senior brother, what are you looking at me doing?"

"I just don't like you a bit..."

"...Then I'll wait until you calm down, senior brother..."

"...Then if you fart, you better let it go!"

"Uh... Senior brother, you are so vulgar..."

I don’t know how long it took for the two monks, one gray and one white, to calm down. The little monk in white was actually good-tempered. Finally, after getting permission from the monk in gray, he smiled and said: "Brother, you have been in a coma for a month. Well, Master Bai estimated that you would wake up today, so he asked me to come over and see you. I also saw that another section of hair had grown on your head, so I shaved it for you..."

"I...I really want to kill someone again..."

The gray-clothed monk couldn't control himself for a moment and cursed angrily.

This gray-clothed monk is naturally Fang Xing. He has been sleeping for a month, and now he can barely wake up. At first, he was very excited. He felt that his strength was amazing. The long-lost feeling of cultivation actually came back, and he had played with his life before. The serious injuries sustained in a battle with Huangfu Jingduan were also miraculously repaired at this time. His physical condition seemed to be better than ten years ago. But before he had time to get excited, he saw from the bronze mirror in the Buddhist hall, When it came to a bare head, I was frightened to death...

I am a beautiful husband in a troubled world...how did I become a bald donkey?

As a little bandit who looks pretty from time to time, posing in the bronze mirror, his hair was shaved off, and he put on an ugly and rustic gray monk's robe, and there was a look in front of him The little monk in white who looks like Lord Rabbit is used as a strong contrast. This is simply too much bullying. The little bandit is so angry that he almost cried. Can he do it without killing people?

"If you fart, hurry up and get out of my way. What about my Uncle Eleven?"

He pointed angrily at the young monk twice, but he had no choice but to say angrily to this good-tempered guy.

"Uncle Eleven? Oh, you're talking about Uncle Bai. He left Lingshan ten days ago and went to China. I don't know what he was doing specifically. He only stayed with me and asked me to take care of him. You also said that you would wake up in ten days, but you did wake up. My task is about to be completed. After I help my brother get tonsured, you can go out to play in the mountains..."

"Uncle Eleven is gone?"

Fang Xing was slightly startled after hearing this. He was about to continue asking when he suddenly realized another question: "Shaving? What kind of tonsure?"

The young monk smiled broadly: "Of course you will become a monk with me! Logically speaking, senior brother, when you first enter Lingshan Temple, your seniority should be from the bottom. But the leader said that senior brother, you have a bond with Buddhism, so you will not follow ordinary seniority. Let’s take a look at the rankings. In total, you and I are in the same generation. As long as we accept the cassocks and order the ordination scars, we are both monks of the divine generation of Lingshan Temple, but we are the younger brothers of the fair-wine elder..."

"Fuck it to you, you only want to be a monk..."

The little monk in white clothes said happily, but Fang Xing's face became more and more ugly. Finally, he exploded and chopped at the little monk in white clothes with a knife. Fortunately, the little monk didn't react slowly and fell down with a "swish" sound. His whole body, this hair barely brushed against his scalp, frightening his little face, which was already as white as jade porcelain, became even whiter and almost transparent, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, and he was dumbfounded.

"Senior brother, please spare my life..."

"Do you still dare to tell me about tonsure?"

"Senior brother, you really need to be tonsured..."

"******, I want to kill you even if you shave my hair, and I can't spare you this time..."

"But senior brother... you... you will die if you don't get tonsure..."

The little monk in white had never encountered a bandit like Fang Xing before, and he was so frightened that he stammered.

"will die?"

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, put away the knife, and waved to the young monk: "Come here and talk to me..."

When his own life was at stake, he didn't dare to be careless. After all, he had a powerful soul and was extremely sensitive to some of his own hidden dangers. Although he had not recovered his cultivation for a long time and had not yet reached the peak of his spiritual agility, he still vaguely felt that Underneath his current extremely strong physical condition, there seemed to be some kind of hidden danger that frightened him, but he couldn't tell clearly.

Seeing him asking questions, the young monk finally breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and explained with concern: "Oh, senior brother, you don't know, when Senior Uncle Bai brought you back, you were like a rag bag, with all the meridians all over your body. Every inch was broken, and the body was bitten to the point of being reduced to a human shape. There were large scars and blood stains on the body, and the body was red and sticky, and the source of spiritual energy was exhausted. It looked more like a dead person than a dead person. Even a rag is prettier than you, little monk. I looked at you, I feel so distressed, I can’t eat for three days..."

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and picked up the knife: "... Let's get down to business..."

The little monk Shenxiu shrank his head in fright, and hurriedly said with a smile: "You really couldn't survive originally, but Uncle Bai used the Huangfu family's greatest secret, the Panacea, and penetrated it into your body. You can live now, that is Relying on the vitality that is always exuded from the elixir, to put it simply, every breath of your life now is borrowed by Uncle Bai for you. Later, the first building of our Lingshan Temple was built with a hundred single and eight Arhats. Formation, recite the scripture to seal your 123,600 orifices around the world. This can be regarded as suppressing the panacea in your body. But the leader also said that this is only temporary. The scripture seal It will weaken over time. If you cannot practice the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra before the seal disappears, understand the true meaning of freedom in the sutra, and completely refine this all-spirited elixir into your own foundation, the seal power will not be enough to suppress it. When the elixir is used, this elixir will break your body and escape, and then you will disappear into thin air..."

Fang Xing listened carefully and did not doubt that the young monk was telling the truth. However, after being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but said: "Then just refine this panacea quickly. Why do you have to be a monk?" I still have a wife to marry..."

The young monk's face became solemn and he whispered: "Brother, there is really no way to do this. If you want to understand the true meaning of annihilation, you have to study the Temple-Guarding Sutra of our Lingshan Temple, the Great Sutra of Self-Reliance, but in After the war to exterminate the Buddha, Lingshan Temple had strict instructions. If you don’t join our Buddhist sect, you will never preach the scriptures lightly. The leader has already said that if you are unwilling to be a disciple of our Buddhist sect, Lingshan Buddha, you will never be allowed to pass on the scriptures to you..."

"this……"

Fang Xing panicked when he heard this: "I really have to be a monk, so what difference does it make if I recover or not..."