Both the master and the disciple were keenly aware of the strange joy in Bai Suzhen's heart just now. The former chose the conservative way of bearing responsibility, while the latter responded with an open-minded and freehand approach of seeing through without telling the truth.

It's hard to tell who is right until the actual results.

After hearing this, Monk Duzhen no longer tried to dissuade him. Everyone has his own predestined relationship. For Duzhen, the way of preservation is the way to survive in the world, but for Fahai, it is not necessarily the case.

"If you can hold it, come here."

When Fahai called his useless disciple, his tone was gentle, but the latter didn't know why. Ever since Fahai got up from the bed and his soul was separated, he felt an inexplicable fear. He hesitated for a moment before he came to Fahai.

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Seeing Nengchi's inexplicable behavior, Fahai had no grudge in his heart. He led Nengchi to the bed with the golden body of Yuanshen sitting on it, pointed to the ground and said:

"Kneel down."

Others would probably ask why at this time, but they would kneel down immediately as it is natural and natural.

"kowtow."

Amidst the sounds of kowtows, Fa Hai showed some meaning in his reminiscence, and said slowly: "I mean that I am a great cultivator. I first enlightened you, Master Duzhen, and finally became Zen Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch. What you see in front of you."

See, they are all gifts from his old man."

When Nengzhu had kowtowed enough and was about to get up, the golden body of the Yuan Shen, who was sitting on the bed with a solemn appearance, opened his eyes without any warning and stared at the young man. However, this vision did not appear at all.

Attracting the half-eyes of Du Zhen and Neng Ji, they stared at Fahai intently, as if they had discovered something extraordinary, which was far more attractive than the golden body opening its eyes.

Fa Hai turned a blind eye to the surprised looks of Du Zhen and Nomochi, as if he had already known about his own changes, but also as if he was not aware of it, and he didn't know if he was going to travel far away.

It is rare for a disciple to be able to speak with sincerity and sincerity:

"Boy, I remember when we went to Tianzhu Mountain, you were Tongyou, right?"

Nengchi thought that the master was dissatisfied with his poor progress and could only run around in circles. He immediately lowered his head and hummed in repentance, and whispered: "Disciple knows his mistake."

Unexpectedly, Fa Hai smiled, and even felt a little extra happy: "If being down-to-earth and laying a solid foundation for lower realms is wrong, then how many cultivators in the world are right?"

Nengchi raised his head in astonishment. Even the monk Duzhen who had been copying him was very surprised. He had previously taught Nengchi more than Fahai. Maybe when Chi came to the capital, he only thought that this disciple was sincere.

Good people are stupid and never thought that this kid has been deliberately laying a solid foundation for himself.

Practitioners in the world strive to walk to higher places alone, without daring to stop for a moment, because life is short, but the ultimate life span of Tongyou is only a hundred years. Once you polish your own foundation, you can compare with others in the same situation.

His cultivation level is naturally far beyond that, but similarly, it is quite difficult to break the mirror. Therefore, unless he is a person who is selected to train with all his strength within a large sect, others will not have such blessings behind him.

And don’t even think about it at all.

"If you can persist, you have great perseverance and great courage. As a practitioner, no, not only in practice, as long as you have these two things in life, most of the things you want to accomplish will not be too difficult."

Fahai looked at Nengzhi with a smile, and another disciple, Nengzhi, who had been by his side day and night, inevitably appeared in front of his eyes.

He sighed slightly: "Actually, when I came back from Tianzhu Mountain, I came to understand a truth. People who practice, especially those who are disciples of Yibo, do not need to pay too much attention to their qualifications. In the final analysis, it still depends on whether their character is suitable.

, are you the most important among our generation?"

Fahai looked at Nengzhi with a peaceful look, and said slowly: "You are considered a member of my Dao, but it is a pity that your junior brother does not have that fate."

I had been bullied and ridiculed by countless brothers in the temple, but I could only respond with a simple and honest smile. My eyes widened every time I heard Fahai say something. When I heard the words "I am a person in the way", I burst into tears.

Eyes welling up, emotions agitated, unable to control themselves.

Fahai looked down at Nengzhuo who was crying miserably. He wanted to touch his bald head as a comfort, but he suddenly thought of something and forcefully put it down. He did not do what he did when the immortal touched his head by the West Lake that day.

, but asked the professor:

"If you can uphold it, your practice of Mahayana Buddhism may be like a piece of rotten wood without enlightenment, but based on Hinayana Buddhism, your future achievements will be limitless. Look there."

Fahai stretched out his hand and pointed at the golden body of the Yuanshen, which was solemn with treasures and looked like a corpse, and said: "Although this golden body of Yuanshen is made of the great Buddha's Dharma, there are many mysteries in the subtle joints that can be scrutinized.

Looking at the appearance of him meditating, it implies what Taoists call the state of sitting and forgetfulness. In Hinayana Buddhism, it is also called meditating like a small death, so it gives rise to the feeling of solemn treasure. Before meditating in the future, you might as well take a closer look.

it."

Listening to Fahai's meticulous and patient explanation, Nengchi suddenly felt a kind of fear in his heart, as if the master in front of him was going to be gone forever. Even the monk Duzhen noticed something was wrong, half joking and half serious.

road:

"You brat, why do I sound like I'm being left alone? Is it necessary to leave early and come back early?"

Fahai smiled and said: "It's not a big deal for Tuogu, but it's probably not possible to leave early and come back early."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the center of his eyebrows. The auspicious symbol of Buddhism, which once had a bright red mark on this place, and was known as the white hair symbol, was now gone. It all depended on him.

Monk Duzhen's smile gradually fell, and after a while he sighed, but said nothing.

Bai Suzhen provided this set of techniques to separate the soul and spirit. On the surface, it could help Fa Hai walk in the human world and avoid the eyes and ears of the Tathagata. However, when Fa Hai actually completed the practice, he discovered that not only the soul and golden body had been separated.

, even the various restrictions that Buddhism had placed on him left him along with the separation of the soul.

Since the soft tongue can travel through the ocean of Dharma in the world and avoid the eyes and ears of the Buddha, and also has no restrictions on the white hair, is it necessary for the ocean of Dharma to be used as the ocean of Dharma? The answer is of course not necessary!

So Fahai immediately made the decision to return to secular life and become a monk!

As far as the sect's sect is concerned, he already has a clear conscience. Jinshan Temple has blossomed and has become the leader of Buddhism in the world as early as when he became the national master. Many disciples in the temple are also worthy of being said to be their successors.

In comparison, there were many people in this Youzhou city that he was ashamed of.

Lin Qinghe, the increasingly elderly father in the Lin Mansion, has been waiting for him in the Zhenfu Division for many years and has never seen Nan Qirong once in a row. Now he has to be joined by Fu Qingfeng.

How could he live up to it?

With a rare serious expression, Fa Hai bowed down to the monk Du Zhen and kowtowed three times:

"My disciple is not filial. Since I became a monk and entered Buddhism, I have asked myself if I am worthy of the Buddha's teachings. I am afraid that the only fate I have met with my master will be difficult to sustain."

Monk Duzhen, Baoxiang, solemnly recited the Buddha's name, and then suddenly laughed and cursed: "You brat, I knew you were unreliable, but luckily you are still able to uphold it!"

After laughing and scolding, the expression of this old man in his twilight years turned melancholy again: "I, a fair-weather monk, actually don't have so many messy rigid rules. You will still be my disciple after you return to secular life. Why can't a registered disciple just retire in old age? No delay...

..."

Fa Hai leaned over to pray. When he stood up, he suddenly felt an itching sensation on his scalp. He was about to reach out and scratch it, but Du Zhen stopped him with a smile:

"Don't scratch, endure it, and try taking a step outside first."

Fahai followed the instructions and headed out the window. Leifeng Pagoda has a total of eighteen floors. Although the lower nine floors are deep into the ground, the nine upper floors are still the highest peak in Youzhou City. Fahai is dressed in a white monk's robe.

Having made the decision, looking down, you can almost take in the whole city at a glance. Your long sleeves are moving in the wind, and you are ready to ride the wind back home.

At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that the master was about to leave Jinshan Temple. The young man stood up crying and threw himself towards the white-clothed figure standing in the wind. He didn't know what he was going to do, but it was natural, and he thought of it.

I did it, but after taking only a few steps, I was stopped by Watanabe.

Nengchi finally woke up a little, and called his master with tears in his eyes. He saw that this old monk, who had never been very popular, actually had some indescribable air of a Buddhist eminent monk.

Du Zhen smiled and whispered to Fahai: "Try taking one step?"

Fahai suddenly felt blessed and took a step forward with his right foot toward the world below. Just as he was about to lift his feet, the tingling on his scalp immediately turned into a heart-wrenching sight. What happened next was enough to amaze anyone.

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On Fahai's smooth, grassless scalp, three thousand green hairs flowed down like a waterfall, hanging straight down to his waist.

Fahai... perhaps the young man who should have changed his name to Linhai, just looked back at Watama and Nengchi with one foot in the air, smiled slightly, and his long hair and robe sleeves fluttered in unison,

This caused the old monk to say shamelessly in private:

"It really looks like I did when I was young."

He was able to keep talking. Even if he didn't know what his master was like when he was young, compared with his current dignity, he must not have been much more handsome when he was young.

"Let's go!"

After Lin Hai said a word, he really took this suspended step, and his whole body suddenly fell down with this step. Although Leifeng Pagoda is the highest place in Youzhou City, it is really

It only took a few breaths to jump from the top floor. Lin Hai felt a strong wind hitting his face while he was falling. He could hardly open his eyes. He simply closed his eyes and silently recited two words in his heart.

"The sword rises."

The sword embryo, which had been silent for many years hidden deep inside the body, suddenly vibrated, emitting a clear sword chant in the vast world. In an instant, the sword energy flowed and filled the acupoints, forming a protective aura outside the body, and Lin Hai also

From this he was able to open his eyes and recited silently in his heart:

"Go with the sword."

This time, Lin Hai's entire falling figure turned into sword light. Whether he was going up against the wind or riding down the wind, the sword light moved around without any awkwardness. It just flashed around the Leifeng Pagoda, just like appearing from the clouds.

The real dragon is probing its claws, wantonly and unrestrained, as if saying goodbye to the grandfather and grandson at the top of the tower.

Monk Duzhen smiled and looked at Lin Hai's sword light coming and going freely among the sea of ​​clouds, and sighed: "It feels so comfortable!"

Disciple Sun Nengzhi seemed a little unable to let go. Standing next to Du Zhen, he still looked unhappy. Du Zhen glanced at him and suddenly asked:

"My dear disciple Sun, it seems that your master didn't say anything particularly sensational just now. Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Nengchi, who was busy with sentiments, was stunned when he heard the words, and subconsciously reached out and scratched the back of his head. Although Watama didn't expect this kid to say anything thought-provoking, he still couldn't bear it when he heard his answer.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I...I don't know, I just wanted to cry at that time, and then I cried."

It's really a standard answer to hold the posture. Du Zhen looked at the sword light splitting the sea of ​​clouds with melancholy and gradually disappearing into the vast world. He felt that the future of Jinshan Temple was dark, but fortunately he could hold it and stay here to provide for himself in his old age.

In the end, it is still competent.

Thinking about this made Du Zhen feel a lot better, and he slowly felt relieved.

In fact, the answer to the question of being able to hold on unexplainably is very simple, and also very strange, because people are like this sometimes. They have suffered countless blows and ridicules, but they can grit their teeth and remain silent, but they often burst into tears when others comfort them.
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