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Fanneng entered the room, and the tea room quickly became quiet.
Yang Ji put the basket aside, looked around, and then slowly stood up. It was dark outside the window, and the black shadows of clusters of green mountains could be vaguely seen.
A small oil lamp was burning on the small table in the room. The lamp oil did not have thick smoke, but had a strange fragrance. It seemed that it was not as simple as ordinary lamp oil.
Yang Ji stood in this small temple in the mountains, his heart was calm and quiet, and he even gave up the idea of taking part in the martial arts examination and becoming a god in martial arts.
"The teachings of Buddhism are really unbelievable. It's my first time here, and I already feel like I don't want to leave. Brahma Neng deals with Buddhist scriptures every day. No wonder he has no fighting spirit and no interest in martial arts."
Yang Ji thought secretly in his heart.
He now knows that the peaceful power he feels is actually the power of Buddhist scriptures. Buddhism and Taoism are niche and not the mainstream.
Countless epochs after the destruction of Buddhism, it is really incredible that one can still feel such strong Buddhist power in such a remote mountain.
Yang Ji has read a lot of books and knows that the ancient Buddha is one of the ancient gods. He is so powerful that he can even overwhelm powerful evil gods. The depth of Taoism is no less than that of Confucianism.
It's just that although Buddhism is powerful, it has been destroyed too completely. It has ceased to exist during the heyday of ancient Buddhism and Taoism. Although the young monk Fanneng looks powerful and has a little bit of the authentic Buddhism, he is not the same as the ancient Buddhism.
Compared to that, I'm afraid it's not even one millionth of the orthodoxy.
Wen Dao still has hope of revival. After all, as long as we find out the long river of majesty hidden by the saints, Wen Dao can be restored. But to be honest, ancient Buddhist Taoism. Even if there are some spreads, it is just a waste. At most, it is just a scale and claw, and
If the distance is too far, it would be completely hopeless to try to revive the two countries.
Such a powerful breakthrough in Buddhism is really disappointing.
"Dafan Temple. Dafan Temple... I wonder where it is and what kind of place it is?"
Yang Ji stood tall with his hands clasped behind his hands, muttering to himself.
Today's encounter is really strange. It is incredible to meet such a strange Buddhist and Taoist disciple at the junction of Langya County and Tianshui County.
Time passed slowly, and there was a rustling sound in the sutra room, which seemed to be Fanneng arranging the sutra pages. Yang Ji was bored, so he walked around the tea room a few times.
When he turned to the tea cabinet in the corner of the room, Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"what is that?"
Yang Ji was a little surprised. There seemed to be something placed on the gray-brown tea cabinet. The thin layer didn't seem to be anything related to tea.
"It's a Buddhist scripture."
As he got closer, Yang Ji discovered that it was a thin page of handwritten Buddhist scriptures. Yang Ji didn't recognize the characters on it, which seemed to be Sanskrit, and only half of the Sanskrit words on it were copied.
There was only one person named Fanneng in the entire temple, so there was no surprise. He was the one who naturally copied it.
The tea cabinet is antique, and is the same gray-brown color as the scripture paper used for copying. You really can’t spot it unless you look carefully.
"I must have forgotten it here."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. The tea cabinet is not a place to store tea scriptures. The tea will splash and be easily damaged. Fan Neng is sorting Buddhist scriptures inside. Yang Ji's heart moved and he wanted to hand this page of copied scriptures to Fan Neng inside.
able.
Yang Ji stretched his fingers into the cabinet. As soon as he picked up the scripture pages, he was ready to pick them up. However, unexpectedly, Yang Ji did not pick them up.
Yang Ji was stunned, then stretched out his hand to pick up the scriptures in the tea cabinet. However, something strange happened. Yang Ji touched the scripture pages with his fingers, and a heavy feeling came from the bottom of his fingers.
This piece of paper was as cold as cold iron. Moreover, the pages seemed to have taken root on the cabinet. Even though Yang Ji picked them up, he still didn't pick them up.
"wrong!"
Yang Ji was startled, and finally felt that he could face it seriously: "There is something wrong with this scripture page."
The first time was a mistake, but the second time was not that simple. How much can a handwritten scripture weigh, how many kilograms or taels? Yang Ji knew his own power. Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing should never happen.
"What exactly is going on?"
Yang Ji was greatly surprised. Fanneng did not practice martial arts or martial arts. Moreover, he was not very advanced, so he should not have such an instinct.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji held the sutra pages with his fingers and tried again. Not only did the sutra pages not move at all, but even the tea cabinet did not move. The tea cabinet was placed on the ground and was not fixed at all. Logically speaking, it would be so big with his own strength.
A stone was pulled, let alone a tea cabinet made of wood.
"It's strange that such a thing exists!"
Yang Ji couldn't believe his eyes. Since he started practicing martial arts, he had to adapt to the situation and defeat the great steward Zhou, deal with the evil prince, opponents like Yang Xuanlan, and also fight against the quasi-sage like the Great Asura.
Especially since he has recently integrated the power of the essence and blood of the Great Asura, it makes no sense that he can't hold up a small scripture in the tea cabinet.
"boom!"
The blood furnace roared, and streams of blood surged from the Dantian to his arms. Yang Ji Buxinxie once again reached out to the handwritten scriptures in the tea cabinet.
"Wait a minute!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from his ears, and Yang Ji's heart was slightly shaken. He turned around and saw Fanneng at a glance. He didn't know that after finishing handling the things in the sutra room, he still heard the sound of Yang Ji's blood roaring from the sutra.
He opened the door, walked out, and stood at the door.
"Little Master."
Yang Ji said hello, slightly embarrassed. The real owner was here, so of course he couldn't do anything. But Fanneng came just in time, and he copied this evil scripture page. You have to ask him to find out the reason.
clear.
"The donor does not need to take action, Brahma can do it himself."
Wearing his cassock, Fanneng strolled to the tea cabinet, stretched out his hand and gently picked up the scriptures from the tea cabinet.
The scripture pages were scripture pages, and the tea cabinet was a tea cabinet. Nothing strange happened, and everything seemed normal. But Yang Ji had tried it himself, so he naturally knew what was going on.
"Little Master, what on earth is going on?"
Yang Ji opened his eyes wide and pointed at the page of Buddhist scriptures in surprise.
He had never encountered such a weird thing before. In comparison, the incident of the great Ashii snatching his body seemed nothing.
"This is the monk's fault."
Fanneng bowed slightly. Since Yang Ji met him, for the first time, he saw the monk had some bad feelings:
"This is actually a Buddhist scripture that the young monk practiced copying ten years ago when he was demoted to this place by his master. The handwriting is still a bit childish, and he has not yet realized the nature and principles of Buddhism. But after all, it was written by himself many years ago. So.
Here, just think about it."
Yang Ji opened his eyes wide and looked at Fan Neng and couldn't believe his ears. According to Fan Neng, this should be a scripture he practiced transcribing when he was fifteen.
The sutras he transcribed when he was fifteen years old were able to take root. Ten years later, when his skills were close to the seventh level of martial arts, he couldn't grasp them anymore. So how powerful is this monk?
Isn’t the Buddhist scripture he is currently transcribing even more powerful?
Although the monk is very powerful, he can transcribe the words and manifest them into Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Vajras. But Yang Ji has seen through that it is just an illusion. Although it looks shocking, it is actually just a fortune teller.
Because I had this thought in mind, I didn’t quite take it seriously.
But Yang Ji didn't expect that the monk's scriptures were not simple at all, but actually so powerful.
"The donor does not need to find it strange. This scripture is written in Sanskrit. The donor does not know Sanskrit. If he knew the Sanskrit above, it would not be so strange."
Fan Neng said in a sincere voice, but he didn't seem to think it was anything.
"What does it say?"
Yang Ji was moved in his heart.
"The Sutra of Stopping the Heart."
Fanneng looked at Yang Ji and uttered three words.
"Heart-stopping Sutra?" Yang Ji was surprised and thoughtful.
"Haha. The Sutra of Stopping the Heart is used in Buddhism to subdue inner demons, calm the mind and stop fighting. The reason why you can't pick up this page of scripture is not because your martial arts are not high enough, but because your heart has been
Calm. The mind is calm, without thoughts or worries. It is as calm as water. How can it be possible to pick up the scriptures? If there is no intention to pick up the scriptures in the mind, this is to stop the mind. Although your hands are moving, but there is no such intention in your heart, naturally you are not.
I can’t hold it up anymore.”
Fan Neng smiled.
"Young master, what do you mean? Although I stretched out my hand just now and placed it on the sutra page, I didn't pick up the sutra page at all?"
Yang Ji said in surprise. He immediately understood what Fan Neng meant.
"Amitabha, the donor's Buddha nature is deep and natural. The young monk also said this to the brothers at Dafan Temple. But the brothers always suspected that I was lying to them. I only said one sentence to the donor, and the donor understood. So.
Say, I said the donor is destined to be my Buddha."
Fan Neng clasped his palms together, smiled and loudly announced the Buddha's name.
"!!!"
Yang Ji looked at the smiling monk in front of him, feeling inexplicably shocked. He clearly wanted to pick up the page of scripture, but the monk said that he actually had no such intention at all, let alone picked up the scripture.
This is really weird.
If what the monk said is true, then the method of Buddhism and Taoism is too strange.
"The donor doesn't have to believe it. I put the scripture in front of the window. You will understand if you try to get it."
Fanneng said that he was holding the page of "Zhixin Sutra" in his hand and strolled to the window. Then he motioned Yang Ji to come up and took the "Zhixin Sutra" from his palm.
Yang Ji walked up to him, stretched out two fingers, grabbed the scripture page in Fanneng's hand, and tried to take it over. The scripture remained motionless, as if there were roots in Fanneng's hand.
Fanneng stretched out a finger and pointed at the window next to him. Under the oil light at night, the window looked smoother like a mirror. Yang Ji could see clearly that his right hand in the mirror was motionless when placed on the scriptures, and his arm muscles did not move at all.
His actions are completely opposite to his thoughts.
“Incredible!”
Yang Ji was shocked and finally believed it.
"Buddhism is a broad and profound discipline. The donor will naturally understand it if he studies Buddhist scriptures in the future."
Fanneng said with a slight smile, and with one copy of his palm, he put this page of "Zhixin Sutra" into his sleeve. Yang Ji looked at him, and his views on modern Buddhism finally changed.
"The donor has been tired for a long day, so please rest here first. I will teach you about Buddhist scriptures tomorrow. The ancient Buddhist teachings are written in Sanskrit. It would be best if the donor can understand Sanskrit."
Brahma can teach.
Yang Ji nodded and did not refuse. In Yang Xuanjian, the evil prince and the great Asura fought fiercely and traveled thousands of miles. Although he took a short rest, the exhaustion on his face even Fan Neng, a person who did not learn martial arts or martial arts, was... I can tell.
"It will be safe as soon as it comes. Langya County is already in serious trouble, and the imperial army has sent out to help. It is just around the corner to put an end to this disaster. It is better to stay here for a few days."
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