After Qu Wanning and Guan were gone, Utanhua uneasyly adjusted his clothes and said, "Guan is reborn, what are your plans?"
Mu Fusheng naturally stepped forward to help Utanhua tie his clothes and said, "He is just a novice monk now. When he breaks through and becomes a Zen master, I will hand over Futan Temple to him."
"What about you?" Utanhua asked casually.
Mu Fusheng said seriously: "Buddhist practice is divided into two schools, one school cultivates the mind and the other school cultivates the Dharma. The more than 400 temples in Nanyang actually practice the Dharma. Senior, do you think this is strange?"
Utanhua said without hesitation: "What's strange about this? The cultivation of the Dharma is improved quickly. Everyone is eager for quick success and instant benefits. Why not take the shortcut with openness?"
"The senior said it is right. Practicing the Dharma is indeed easy to improve your cultivation, but if the Buddha's mind is not right, the more you go, the harder it will be. This is why the abbot of more than 400 temples has not improved again only in the Zen master," Mu Fusheng
He frowned again, "The young monk's previous life was when he ascended to become the Buddha of Lichen Dirt in Nanyang. The Buddha of Lichen Dirt was a school of cultivation of the mind, but now there is no Buddhist temple for cultivating the mind in Nanyang."
It was rare to see Mu Fusheng's solemn expression, and Youtanhua couldn't help but step on his feet and stroke his brows.
Utanhua comforted, "It will happen from Futan Temple."
Although she said this, she could probably guess the reason for this.
The Buddha's reincarnation and descending to the earth is an opportunity for those who are interested. Ruoming, one of the three masters, has already revealed his strength, and the young monk's life will probably not be peaceful in the future.
But she sneered in her heart: As long as the little monk is tied to her, what about Bodhisattva Ruoming? Who can defeat her in the Nanyang world?
"Let's go, let's take a look at Xie Daowen. Cuiguo's treatment should have a result today." Youtanhua said.
When Utanhua and Mu Fusheng arrived, Cuiguo was showing up with two dark circles.
"How?" asked Utanhua.
"I have saved my life and my limbs, but... I can't stand up yet, and the texture is so bad." Cui Guo said truthfully.
Youtanhua patted Cuiguo on the shoulder and said, "You go and rest."
Inside the room, Xie Daowen looked at the roof with his eyes open and he didn't even give him a slight look when someone came in.
Youtanhua sat down on the edge of the bed and whispered: "Thank you Daowen?"
Xie Daowen finally moved his stiff neck and looked at Youtanhua. His eyes were dry and without any spirit. He opened his mouth but did not say a word.
What can he say?
He can't protect his beloved woman, but he still becomes disabled in front of his beloved woman?
He is a monk, and it would be better to let him die than to become disabled!
"Let me die, I don't want to live anymore." Xie Daowen said stutteringly.
The regret in Youtanhua's eyes immediately turned into shock. She said angrily: "Cuiguo has been in for seven days and seven nights before she can connect the meridians and texture for you. Is it for you to be so self-deprecating?"
Xie Daowen closed his eyes, and a tear flashed across the corner of his eyes.
He didn't know that everyone was doing his own good, but... although he was not as noble as Mu Fusheng, he was also the leader in Taoism. How could he handle himself in the future?
Mu Fusheng folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Master Xie, everything is suffering, you can only save yourself. If you have no intention, how others will pull you, for you, everything is suffering."
What this means is that if you truly admire Utanhua, you should not let down her painstaking efforts.
Xie Daowen naturally understood it. He opened his eyes in panic and looked at Mu Fusheng.
Mu Fusheng nodded at him and said, "Senior will find a way to get you up."
Utanhua then asked again: "I asked you again, do you still want to die?"
Xie Daowen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "No, I don't want to."
Youtanhua then stretched out a smile and said, "Then you should recover from your injuries. This emperor will definitely get you a magic pill to restore you to the past."
The two of them had already gone out, and Xie Daowen felt that his erratic heart had finally fallen to the ground.
In this world, he can not believe in anyone, but Utanhua wants to believe.
She is strong and tenacious. If she is not born with demon blood, she should have been admired by others.
When she walked out the door, Utanhua's eyes became distant. She said to Mu Fusheng: "Little monk, please go to the capital with me."
Mu Fusheng folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the little monk is also thinking this way. According to Mu Mingjing, those people in Dukong did not return to the temple and went directly to the capital."
"Very good, then see you in the capital." A killing intention flashed through Utanhua's eyes.
This time, we must eradicate the roots and we must not leave any troubles for the young monk.