Leaving behind the dull-looking men who had been looted at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air and threw a package to the monk scratching his bald head on the mountain. The meaning was obvious: whoever saw it would have a share, and each person would get half of the robbery, no loss or debt.
The monk subconsciously waved his sleeves to roll up the dirty things, and then threw the things on the ground as if they were hot. When he saw the Taoist priest without a robe flying towards the east, he didn't even say a word and seemed to be leaving, so he hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist
, please stay!”
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said: "Master, we are on different paths, so let's just say goodbye."
Different ways do not lead to mutual understanding, and he increasingly felt that meeting the monk here again was too much of a coincidence.
The monk was in a mess and his face was stained with blood. He seemed to have recovered a little. He pulled his feet out of the rocky ground and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, why should you reject people thousands of miles away? The monk is not a bad person. It is rare to meet him twice in the same place in the wild."
, we are destined to each other, why don’t we sit down and chat?”
The few men at the foot of the mountain below didn't want to leave. If they didn't leave, they were worried that they would be in danger if they heard too much.
Their situation is very delicate. No one dares to take the lead, fearing that they will be killed by two masters.
Fan Chongfeng glanced around and said: "Brothers, let's go. If we don't leave now, how long will it take?" He hunched over and quietly moved towards the southwest mountain col. This mission was too difficult, and he had to survive with a narrow escape.
Can't be overstated.
Fortunately, he met Mr. Zhang and helped him treat his serious internal injuries.
Now that the entire bandit den in Yu'aoling is basically empty, with only a few of their small leaders and more than a thousand mortals working the fields, he can successfully win a good seat by showing off.
Robbery is a common tactic for Mr. Zhang, and soon his belongings will be secretly returned by Protector Xie.
Several other people were a little surprised by Fan Chongfeng's courage and decisiveness at this time. Seeing that the man in the air and the monk on the mountaintop ignored him, they quickly followed Fan Chongfeng away.
Zhang Wenfeng had long expected that the monk would not take action against the remaining bandits.
He used his spiritual vision to see that the monk killed more than twenty bandits with wooden fish. There was no evil aura lingering on his body. Except that before the monk was attacked by the bamboo demon spirit, he was in great pain. He suffered the backlash of breaking the precepts and was almost doomed. Now,
Nothing happened.
He was a little curious, how did the monk do it?
It is true to say that killing evil means doing good, but the trouble involving "mind precepts" is not easy to resolve.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled as usual and said: "Usually bad people say they are good people to gain people's trust so that they can do bad things, while good people don't emphasize that they are good people because they are worried that they are not good enough."
The monk heard that the other party was ridiculing him for being shameless and having other motives, so he laughed and said: "The monk has never said that he is a good person. Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment. The monk has done some salvation for all the dead, and we can talk again."
He was so magnanimous and thick-skinned that he took it as if the Taoist priest had agreed, beckoned to take back the hammer and sword that had rolled far away, hung the wooden fish and sword on his waist, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly in all directions on the top of the mountain.
White flames flickered, burning the flesh and blood scattered from the hillside to the foot of the mountain.
The monk had a compassionate look on his face, recited salvation scriptures, and walked on the mountain burning with flames.
The tattered gray robe could not hide the solemnity and solemnity of the monk at this time. Under the slanting sunlight, his bald head was shining, and he had the temperament of a virtuous monk. Walking on the messy hillside was like walking in the hall of a magnificent temple.
The donkey watched the viewer take out the incense and light it, then landed on another part of the mountain. It was also chanting and walking. It muttered: "It looks very similar."
It no longer thinks about whether the monk is a good person or a bad person. It only thinks that the monk is a cunning guy no matter what, and he can compete with the master. Of course, in its eyes, the master will always be a good person, but the methods are compared.
... is unique, and it still has a long way to learn.
Two different sutra rhymes, high and low, merge into an unrelated yet complementary tune in the air.
The fragrant mist and birds are blown away by the mountain wind in the warm spring light.
After Zhang Wenfeng recited "The Supreme Sutra of Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin" three times, he inserted the remaining incense on the ground.
The monk also completed the practice of salvation. He picked up the five-foot green bamboo staff inserted in the ground and the other two residual treasures. He extended his hands to say hello, and the two of them walked down the mountain towards Biyi Peak not far away.
"The elf named "Qingdai" was the original guardian of Dayuan Temple. The spiritual energy declined more than five hundred years ago. He took advantage of the opportunity when all the monks from the Great Liang Dynasty left for Duxian Island and their strength was empty.
The guards looted several temples on their own, causing numerous casualties... This is a family scandal that should not be publicized, so it is normal that you, fellow Taoist, have not heard of it."
The monk was quite talkative and said with a smile: "He knew that he could not escape for a while, but he could not escape for a lifetime. He lurked in Yuaoling in the ups and downs of the mountains. He learned the Shinto magic from somewhere. He plundered people, made statues of gods, enjoyed incense, and changed his appearance.
I became a mountain god. I was ordered to search in the wild and found some clues, so I conducted covert and covert investigations in this area, so I became attached to the Taoist friends."
There were some things that were inconvenient to explain in detail to outsiders, so the monk explained them in a few words.
This can be regarded as explaining the reason why he has been lingering nearby.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the green jade bamboo staff in the monk's hand and said, "Master, why don't you go to Yu'ao Ridge to search for the treasures that were lost in the temple? Rescue the mortals kept in captivity in Yu'ao Ridge?"
What are you following me for?
The young monk shook his head: "The Taoist priest calls me 'Fa Yuan', or any monk can do it. I don't know what I call him?" He pointed out the identity of the other Taoist priest and wanted to find out.
"Zhang Wenfeng has met Master Fayuan."
"Fa Yuan has met Daozhang Zhang."
The young monk gently patted the green bamboo staff and said: "The treasures Qingdai looted were mainly used to survive the period of ebb and flow of spiritual energy. Most of them were used up, and the rest are in this portable treasure. It is said that at that time, Qingdai
I was deceived by others... I have this green bamboo staff, so I can go back and deliver the work. As for mortals, there is no need for a monk to rescue them. Life is short, isn't it the same there?"
He wanted to use Buddhism to influence Qingdai to go back with him, but in the end he had to use force to solve the problem.
After taking a detour, he clarified many of his previous doubts, and it was an unexpected gain.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the monk. Such strange and irresponsible remarks seemed inconsistent with his status as a monk?
According to the normal script, the monk should go to the bandit's lair, rescue all the mortals, climb mountains and wading rivers, take them away from the water and fire, and return to the Great Liang, creating a story that can be praised and praised.
The Great Liang Dynasty was a dynasty divided by various forces. Buddhism, witchcraft, truth, and Confucianism were mixed, with Buddhism and witchcraft being the dominant ones. There were internal disputes. It is said that the lives of the people in some places were described as dire and fiery.
He didn't know what the monk had gone through during the painful time before?
Being able to resolve the backlash of "breaking the precept" in a short time, the monk is considered a very powerful character.
"Master, your mission is completed, we have also talked about it, let's say goodbye, it's a long way to go, see you later!"
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands and said, although there was no malicious intent on the monk, he didn't want to have anything to do with the monk. This guy was so talkative that he didn't know what his plans were.
The monk smiled and said: "Taoist Zhang, you have a heart disease. There is something wrong deep in your soul. Do you have the idea that 'all living things are ants, all illusory, and have nothing to do with me'? In the past two days, I happened to have this experience, and I can share it with you, Taoist Zhang."
Communicate, I hope Taoist Zhang will not refuse the monk’s kindness.”
Zhang Wenfeng remained calm on his face, but the monk's stone caused a thousand waves, and his heart was filled with ups and downs.
Although he had eliminated the discomfort caused by sitting for two months and communing with the consciousness of the trees through chanting sutras, he felt something was vaguely wrong in his heart, and everything he looked at had a sense of detachment and indifference.
I thought that the impact had not been completely eliminated, so I thought about walking on the road, chanting more sutras and doing homework, and the hidden dangers gradually disappeared.
Unexpectedly, he was told by a monk whom he met twice that there was something wrong with cultivating his mind. How could he not be shocked?
The two of them looked at each other, one with a smile like ripples in a clear spring, and the other with a dull and deep eyes, a hint of murderous intent.
The donkey roared "Uh-huh" at the top of his lungs.
"Master, why don't you listen to what the monk said? Don't you often say, 'stones from other mountains can attack jade'? No matter it is Taoism or Buddhism, why not learn a thing or two from it?"
The donkey was worried, and he also felt that something was wrong with the viewer.
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