The snowflakes fell on the steps of the west wing, and under the eaves, Fahai gently polished his knife.

Fahai's sharpening action was very delicate. He pinched the handle of the razor with his right hand and pressed the back of the razor with his left fingers. The blade wiped the edge of the razor on the bluestone steps. The snowflakes fell on the blade and melted into water. The sharp cold light at the thick and dull blade was shining with eyes, which reminded Fahai of the way he was slandered by the abbot two years ago.

At that time, the abbot also held a tetanus razor, and his smiling face made people desperate.

To this day, Fahai's eyes are a little wet, and he doesn't know where the abbot is, so he didn't find me, Master Jigong.

With a clang, the last razor was sharpened.

Fahai cleaned up and there were 108 razors, each of which was shiny and bright. He was placed on the long table in the west wing, and the Buddha's light shone on it, giving people a sense of compassion.

What is Fahai going to do?

Of course it is a slaughter!

Who will you give me the ordain?

Give it to Tianpeng! Or, to Wen Hou!

The demon mirror has already shown that he and I have a relationship with Journey to the West. Since we are destined to be together, it is better to pretend to be a day than to choose a day. Let’s take him off today!

Fahai picked up a main knife and turned around to look at Lu Wenhou sitting on the chair. Fahai smiled mercifully and raised his hand to smash Lu Wenhou's bun. The long hair that looked like a tiger's mane was draped down, which was very elegant and powerful.

Fahai looked at the hair and sighed a little, "What a pity, this one is so beautiful."

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

At this moment, the Lu Wenhou, who was sitting in a daze, became a little awake. Lu Wenhou looked at Fahai in front of him, holding a shiny razor in his hand, and was smiling at himself.

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

Fahaidao, "ordained."

Lu Wenhou smiled and said, "You are already a monk, why are you still being ordained?"

Fahai smiled, "Give up your sacrificial gift, Mr. Lu!"

At this time, Lu Wenhou noticed some broken hair-dressing crowns on the ground. Isn’t this mine?

Give me a slaughter?

Me, how could I become a monk?

Lu Wenhou subconsciously wanted to stand up, but his body was circulating, but he found that his body was extremely sore and soft. Not to mention condensing magic power, Lu Wenhou felt that it became difficult to breathe, and he was dizzy, just like a poison attack.

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

Fahai raised his hand and a bottle of white jade porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "I found some spiritual medicine in this Jinshan Temple. I thought I could heal Master Lu. Who knew that after taking this medicine, Master Lu became unconscious. The monk was extremely anxious and found a lot of Jinshan Temple scriptures. This antidote is simple. As long as you are ordained as a monk and recite the Vajra Mantra, you can resolve the medicine power."

Lv Wenhou listened to Fahai's words and cursed weakly, "Nonsense! Nonsense! There is no medicine that needs to be slaughtered to detoxify! It is obvious that you want to slaughter me, and I have given me medicine! You hypocritical monk! This marquis treats 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 I harm you? It's just that you have a connection with my Buddha, so I should save you! If it were ordinary people who wanted to enter my Jinshan Temple, I wouldn't bother to accept it!"

"The slaughter begins! The first knife is to cut off all evil thoughts!"

After the words came, Fahai raised his hand and saw a large handful of hair falling down, spreading through his hair. Lu Wenhou said in pain, "No! Master, don't! I, Lu Wenhou, are bloodthirsty and have both wine and sex. I am not the reason for becoming a monk at all. You can let me be merciful and kind!"

Fa Hai drank, "The second knife, cultivate good thoughts for life!"

Another strand of hair fell down!

Lu Wenhou shouted angrily, "Bald donkey! I will tell you the last time! I cannot become a monk! Even if you forcefully ordain me, I will not obey the rules and regulations of your Jinshan Temple. Then I will ruin your door and wind gate sound. What do I think you will do?"

"The third knife saves all sentient beings!"

"The fourth sword, the spirit of death!"

"The fifth sword, breaking the disaster of Wuwang!"

"The sixth sword, destroy the thought of greed!"

“…”

After one knife after another, after eighty-one knife, Lu Wenhou felt his scalp chills, and his penis was tight, and he felt extremely painful.

Miss me, Wen Hou, a generation of talented people, eat tiger milk, get magic weapons, learn the catalogue of the God of War, beloved, and be proud of the king and prince Lu family for life. Even the ancient queen and the human demon banquet was not taken seriously. Unexpectedly, now, he actually ended up like this!

If other Jinghong List experts know, if they let Yibi, the Magic Banquet know, how can I be a human being?

If the ancestor of the Lu family in Xiliang knew that Wen Hou had become a monk and Xiliang's overlordship, who would inherit it?

Behind Wen Hou, Fahai gently polished the blade and said slowly, "My Jinshan Temple inherited the ambition of the Pure Land Buddha Sect and respected Ksitigarbha Buddha. When the Pure Land Buddha Sect founded the Pure Land Buddha Sect, it was divided into twelve orders, namely, broad, great, wisdom, wisdom, truth, nature, tolerance, enlightenment, precepts, and sea. It was passed down to my master's generation, which had reached the last generation of Hai. My master accepted the disciples on behalf of my master and gave me the word Hai. When you reach your level, I am not qualified to accept the disciples on behalf of your master."

Speaking of this, Lu Wenhou was delighted and could not give a word. Doesn’t this mean that I can’t be a monk?

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

Fahai smiled and said, "I later searched for some scriptures of the Pure Land Buddhism. There is a rule for the Pure Land Buddhism. If you have used the twelve orders once, then the last genius Hai generation has the greatest ability, the highest realm and the strongest talent, from these twelve words, choose one word from these twelve words to redefine the twelve words. I think that my qualifications can barely be considered a new generation of Pure Land Buddhism. Therefore, I will pre-providing the right to use the word "definition". I am in your ordain, thinking left and right, and making plans. I think that the word "有" in the twelve words is most suitable for you. It is better to do this. Your Dharma name is Wuneng. How about it?"

Wen Hou's lips shivered slightly, "I understand, I can't..."

Fahai smiled and said, "You like this Dharma name very much, I also like it! From now on, you will be the first generation of disciples of Jinshan Temple. If someone commits guilty of you, remember to report the Dharma name of this abbot. Those who are enemies of you will be enemies of Jinshan Temple and will not be able to get along with this host!"

Lu Wenhou wanted to curse, but at this time, Fahai took out a heavy book, "This is the Tang Dynasty military book you want! I found the Jinshan Temple Book Hall and found that there is only this military book, which should be right! Read it slowly, there are still some things to deal with for the army."

Tianlan's military book appeared in front of him, and the two words Tianlan shone with ancient lights. Under the title page, there is also a line of ancient poems.

The sun sets in the long river and the eastern capital, the general's tomb is guarding the border.

All the little ones are all in the world, and they have a spear to guard the soul of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Zhongsi!

It's the legendary military book!

It's that book!

It's that military book!

Lu Wenhou held the military books in both hands and was immersed in happiness.

Lu Wenhou once heard the ancestor of the Lu family say more than once that ten thousand years ago, the divine dynasty in the Tang Dynasty was different from the immortals. They did not rely on spiritual veins, but on dragon veins! The dynasty learned the Nine Cauldrons of the ancient divine dynasty, collected the dragon veins in the world, used the country as a scale, distributed transportation capacity, and formed a fortune dynasty in which a hundred schools of thought contend.

At that time, we didn’t talk about spiritual roots and wisdom roots.

At that time, it was about one life, two fortunes, three Feng Shui, four accumulations of good deeds and five readings.

The scholars at that time were not as gentle as they are now. The scholars at that time carried long swords on their waists, slashed long whales, met fairies, and Haoran’s old scholars. They could kill them in one sip and they would be destroyed!

At that time, marching and fighting were not the best generals now. One person beats one hundred people. At that time, there were more people, and a well-cooperated Qilu Corps, which condensed the blood and energy of the corps to suppress the great powers of the world. It was about fighting one hundred people!

At that time, the emperors often married fairies of the gods. All the beauties in the harem were fairies and witches, and they lived a life of immortals...

At this moment, Wen Hou held Tianlan's military strategy and forgot to be shaved, forgot to be a monk, forgot to be sleepy by Fahai's medicine, and was confused about the unhappy thing that he had a fate with the Buddha and became a monk.

Wen Hou is such a pure and simple person.

When Fahai walked past the wing room, he looked at Wen Hou, and looked at him holding the military book and was greedy and confused, and felt relieved for a moment.

To be honest, Fahai was still 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 grudge against becoming a monk, that’s fine!

Fahai walked on thin snowflakes in cloth shoes, and Fahai was walking in the huge Jinshan Temple. Fahai's fingers gently rubbed a mirror. The size of a palm-sized mirror was wrapped around the back of Fahai's left hand. The surface of the mirror was layered with golden threads. In the middle, Fahai's smiling face when he was just slaughtered. Fahai was so happy!

After cutting it out with one knife, Fahai could fully feel the pleasure of the abbot's slaughter.

That was a thrilling pleasure that was hard to describe in words!

It's like a glass of frozen happy water when you're going to get heatstroke during the dog days.

As for whether to tell Wen Hou or not, he is Tianpeng’s reincarnation, Fahai thought he should not tell this. He is very happy now and is carrying too many things in his previous life, so he may not be happy.

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

Fahai smiled, left the backyard, and headed towards Leifeng Pagoda.
Chapter completed!