When An Ming came to his senses, everything was too late.

An Ming looked at the four big words "Mainhara Palace" and looked at the table in front of him uneasy.

In front of An Ming, there was a long table with razors on the table, including large, medium, small, and blades next to the razor, bleeding-suppressing silk cloth, clear water, and Buddha niches. The niches were covered with ring scars with fingers. This fragrance was very expensive and would only burn when the monk was slandered. After the gradient was completed, it would burn on the monk's head, leaving a scar.

The Main Hall under the candlelight was majestic and solemn. Kōkai, who had changed into a brand new abbot's robe, skillfully sharpened his knife and smiled, "Don't be impatient, don't be stubborn, no one has slandered this temple for more than 30 years. The razor is so rusted, but I rubbed it very quickly and it will be fine soon."

An Ming looked at the knife and wanted to escape, but his whole body was already fixed by Kong Hai. Not to mention running, it would be difficult for you to move your fingers. In this case, you can't do anything except speak.

An Ming tried to say, "Master, I admire your ability very much, but I have no interest in becoming your disciple. To be honest, I am a waste of pseudo-spirit roots. If a person like me goes to practice the truth, at the same level, I consume hundreds or even a thousand times the resources that the other party has. I am stupid and cannot bear the fate. Don't slander me if you always do it."

While rubbing the sword, Kong Hai smiled and said, "You are polite, you are a false spiritual root, I am not as good as you. The old monk has a devoured spiritual root!"

An Ming murmured, "You have destroyed the spiritual roots? It's impossible. You have destroyed the Golden Elixir Ancestor. Are you the spiritual roots?"

Kong Hai said again, "My Buddhism is different from Xuanmen. The Xuanmen Immortal cultivation is a qualification and a spiritual root. They divide the people in the world into heaven, earth, pure spiritual root, strange spiritual root, false spiritual root, and useless spiritual root. However, there are not so many categories in my Buddhism. My Buddhism only talks about wisdom root, not spiritual root."

An Ming said, "Huigen?"

Kong Hai smiled and said, "It's wisdom! Buddhism is different from Xuanmen. Buddhism says that a person who comes is fate. Donor, you and I are neighboring for three years. For three years, you and I will stop together sooner or later, and stay together day and night, never leave each other. This is the fate of Buddha. Take the donor, you are extremely intelligent. In the past three years, I have seen the donor's various gods and ghosts in my eyes. In the world, Mr. An can be said to be unparalleled in wisdom. If such a person with wisdom can enter my Buddhism, it would be a great blessing for my Buddhism!"

After hearing what Kong Hai said, An Ming hurriedly defended himself, "Master, you misunderstood. I am actually very wise, and I am very lustful. When people like me enter a monk, they will only defile the name of the Buddha and the name of the Buddha, which will make you feel embarrassed. You should let me go."

Kong Hai smiled and said, "Donor, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. If people learn from me, it is like entering the path of demons. To be honest, I will not hide it. The two things I like most in my life are: one is to kill demons and eliminate evil, and the other is to be good wine and donkey meat. You are a Buddhist genius, and there are no taboos. It doesn't matter if you like big fish and meat. I will not blame you."

An Ming took advantage of Kong Hai and got up quickly, "Master, I'm not sure about it. I'm not ready to become a monk yet. I have to go back and say to my father. Otherwise, what do you think of the lay disciple? I'm a lay disciple. Don't shave my hair. You can't do this - a monk! Master! Elder!!"

"Don't move!"

An Ming felt a chill on his forehead, and with the crisp sound of scissors, a strand of hair fell beside him.

Kokai's voice was loud, "The first knife is to cut off all evil thoughts."

Another strand of hair fell down, "The second knife is to cultivate good thoughts for life."

"The third knife saves all sentient beings."

"The fourth sword, the spirit of rebirth."

“…”

Ninety-eighty-one knife had passed, An Ming felt the chilling feeling empty on his head. For a moment, his pupils were closed tightly and he was in pain.

I miss An Ming, a time traveler, who originally wanted to dominate the world of cultivation, embrace left and right, and reach the peak of life.

But now he has become a bald donkey.

If other time travelers know, I will be shameless to meet people.

If my father had known that his only son had turned into a bald donkey, would he consider depriving me of inheriting my million-dollar property?

If my sisters knew that their brother was a bald monk, would they be ashamed of me?

Behind An Ming, the old monk Konghai said casually, "My ancestor founded the Pure Land Buddha Sect. The disciples of the Buddha Sect are divided into twelve sequences, namely Guang, Da, Wisdom, Wisdom, True, Ru, Nature, Forbear, Ying, Enlightenment, Precepts, and Sea. It has been passed down to my generation and has reached the last generation of the Sea. It should have no words to be written in this generation, but considering that you have extraordinary wisdom, you have decided to nominally accept disciples on behalf of your master and promote you to the Hai generation. The second character of your Dharma name should be the Hai, and you can start the first character of your Dharma name yourself, just like the Konghai of my senior brother, Xuanhai of my senior brother, what character do you plan to take?"

An Ming subconsciously recited, "Fahai."

Konghai was walking and counting, "Fahai, the Pure Land Dharma, is as vast as the sea. It is a good name. It is worthy of being the Buddhist son with extremely high wisdom that Konghai likes. Your Dharma name is unique! Fahai, Fahai, good Dharma name!"

Listening to Kooka praise him again, An Ming just wanted to say, can I return to secular life? I return to secular life and become a man, I have never been in love yet.

At this time, Kūkai seemed to have thought of something, and turned around and picked up the scar incense to give An Ming some advice.

An Ming hurriedly said, "Master, I am only sixteen years old. Can you stop burning it first?"

Kong Hai thought for a while, "It's okay not to be hot, but I have to enlighten your eyebrows! In this way, with the mark of my Pure Land Buddhism, outsiders dare not do anything to you."

As he finished speaking, the blood sap flowed on Kōhai's ring finger. Kōhai's hand was like a meteor, and it quickly drew between An Ming's eyebrows. The speed was so fast that it was almost time for An Ming to see the white air on Kōhai's forehead. The old monk seemed to have difficulty.

Finally, Kong Hai finished drawing the last stroke, his face turned like golden paper, and he stepped back a few steps, "I didn't expect that my Vajra Realm cultivation level could only draw half of the Pure Land Nirvana Seal. Just for half, you can draw the remaining half in the future. I will consume a lot of money in this battle. If you want to have some rest, you should rest too."

After saying that, Kōkai disappeared.

As soon as Kūkai left, An Ming felt that the suppression of his body had disappeared, so he hurriedly got up. An Ming grabbed the broken hair on the ground and murmured, "My hair, my hair!"

An Ming was a little lost. Thinking about himself, he had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again. My time travel was a tragedy.

I became a monk in this life, so it is destined to be no longer my turn to get married and have children. I imagine that I would sit in the future with a light and stay in front of the Buddha. Young Master An simply pulled down his belt and put it on the beam of the house, ready to finish it.

But just when Mr. An was about to hang it up, he found a bronze mirror. In the mirror, he only saw a monk with snowy skin, beautiful facial features, and a little vermilion mark on his eyebrows.

After a closer look, the monk's eyes were shining, and there was a demonic charm between his eyebrows, which reminded An Ming of an animation from the Earth era, which was an evil monk named "Du Me or Not to Save Her". The monk in the mirror was just the same as the young evil monk.

An Ming pinched his cheek, it hurts-

An Ming took a step back, looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, and murmured, "Is this the appearance of being sealed by the hair? I, I am so handsome? It's just that my hair sealed my temperament?"

"So, should I thank Kōkai? He made me discover my peerless appearance?"

"No, no, he made me a bald donkey, and he said goodbye to three wives and four concubines from now on!"

"I'm a slut, even if I look so handsome, I'm useless. I've become a bald donkey. No matter how handsome I am, it's useless!"

"Oh, Dad, your son regrets it now. I shouldn't have run away from home, and I shouldn't have lived next to the monk temple for three years. I shouldn't have watched the Golden Pill Ancestor fight the dragon, nor should I see the Buddhist Vajra Breaking Golden Pill Ancestor..."

"I've been a mistake in my life!"
Chapter completed!