high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 85 Bald, Bald

On the solemn Buddhist hall, the incense mist is floating, and the two animal head stoves are slowly emitting smoke.

In the Bayeux Palace, the monks on both sides of the separation had bruised noses and swollen faces, and they were mourning themselves, as if they had been severely beaten.

The red-faced monk who was sitting in cross-legged posture was not angry and pretentious. He looked about forty or so, with a square face and a dignified expression.

Behind him, a huge red dragon is entrenched in the void, with a scaled armor looming through the red mist.

Chiron...

Bai Shu, who followed Xu Yan into Bayeux Palace, felt his heart skip a beat, and quickly lowered his head.

Wu Xian once mentioned in a chat that Wu Huai, the abbot of Fengshan Temple, practiced the Chilong Heart Sutra, and his realm was quite deep.

Looking at the huge red dragon whose body almost squeezed through the palace, the monk in front of him suddenly felt helpless.

"What about vain breadth and vain deeds?"

At this time, the red-faced monk suddenly glanced around, and said lightly: "Why don't you see them at this time?"

"Report to the teacher."

For a moment, among the wounded monks, a gray-clothed monk with a bun on his head like a Buddha came out. He first bowed and bowed before he spoke:

"Xu Guang was beaten by the Wuhui thief... Uncle, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't get out of bed before he left. He is still recuperating in the monk's room. He asked me to ask the teacher for leave."

without dark...

Bai Shu was stunned, it turned out that Wu Hui had already left.

Judging from the names the monks of Fengshan Temple called him, it seemed that Wuhui had a close relationship with them, but he didn't know what kind of enmity they had.

"What about false deeds?"

The red-faced monk had no expression on his face, with a look of familiarity.

"False line..." The gray-clothed monk choked on his throat, with a strange expression on his face.

"Xu Xing said that he was busy comprehending the Great Enlightenment of Buddhahood, and he was only a moment away from achieving the supreme Dzogchen."

"He also asked you to ask me for leave?"

"No." The gray-clothed monk replied honestly:

"The disciple went to knock on the door, but he ignored the disciple and asked him if he wanted to take a leave of absence. He didn't say anything. He just said that the teacher would naturally understand him."

"Understood." The red-faced monk remained expressionless: "When you go back, you can beat him up for me on the way, be more ruthless."

"Disciple understands!"

The gray-clothed monk was overjoyed, and happily returned to the queue.

Bai Shu at the side was surrounded by clouds and mists and couldn't understand what it meant, but Xu Yan smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits, obviously the samadhi was deeply involved.

"Baishu?"

Suddenly, Wuhuai stood up slowly and shouted in a deep voice.

"The disciple is here."

Bai Shu bowed down.

"Wu Hui Wu Xian entrusted you to me." The red-faced monk didn't see a smile: "Would you like to practice with me?"

finally come……

Bai Shu clenched his fists, his heart was very excited, in the past half a month, there was no news at all, even Xu Yan, who came to deliver the food, was a little confused.

Even though Wuxian and their words were convincing before, but at this point, they just sit in the room every day, not allowed to be free for half a step.

Even he himself was unavoidably uneasy.

Bai Shu was also worried, whether there was something wrong, Wu Huai refused to summon him for a long time.

It's just that there is no way out after all, and even Xu Yan doesn't know it very well, so he can only bear his temper and continue to practice martial arts day after day.

He didn't know it, but Wu harbored the idea of ​​​​polishing his xinxing.

His every move was clearly seen by him with the water mirror.

If Bai Shu knew, he should be secretly grateful.

I didn't easily open Xuyan's Four Zhenshan Treasures, let alone make some indescribable actions towards them.

Half a month of uneasy, now finally has the result.

Bai Shu's heart relaxed, like a boulder falling to the ground.

"The disciple is willing."

Looking at the handsome young man prostrated on the ground, Wuhuai nodded in satisfaction.

"good."

There was a smile on his face, and then he looked serious:

"If you enter Buddhism, you should abide by the ten precepts. First, don't kill living things. Second, don't steal. Third, you don't practice nonsense. Fourth, you don't tell lies. Fifth, you don't wear garlands or perfume your body. Six, you don't have wrong views. Seven, No drinking, eighth, no anger, ninth, no marriage, tenth, no worship of heretics.

Let me ask you, are you likely to uphold the Ten Commandments? "

Ah, no...can't marry a wife...

A life without beauty and licentiousness, is there any meaning in the end...

Seeing Bai Shu nodding his head solemnly, his face extremely resolute, and Wuhuai chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, he couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion.

Rarely, it is the Red Dragon Heart Sutra.

He recruited 14 disciples in Fengshan, except for Xu Ping and Xu Fa who died, the remaining 12 people including Xu Yan practiced the heart method, and none of them practiced the Chilong Heart Sutra.

The Divine Foot Monk has integrated the three religions, and his knowledge is ancient. The Chilong Heart Sutra created by him directly points to the Dao of Immortals.

One careless, Chilongjie made a slight mistake, the anger rose from within, and the body was instantly turned into charcoal.

Every red dragon robbery is a life and death.

Wuxian and the others discovered Atractylodes macrocephala in Fenyin and sent it to Fengshan in order to let him inherit Wuhuai's mantle.

"Sincere thoughts, everywhere is a pure land,"

Wuhuai stretched out his hand, caressed the top of Baishu's head, and suddenly let out a lion's roar:

"From today onwards, your dharma name is Xuming!"

The Bayeux Palace vibrated, drifting away from the palace, and all the lingering fragrance mist was discharged out of the palace by the sound waves.

Behind Wuhuai, the vicious red dragon with horny head also roared, and the sound of the dragon's roar shook through the abyss and was heard for hundreds of miles, scaring the beasts in the mountain to lose their footing. land.

"good!"

"Great!"

"Thieves good!"

"It's so kind!"

The monks lined up on both sides were all chattering, and they all started clamoring, causing the Bayeux Palace to be noisy and restless.

At this moment, Bai Shu's eyes were a little dull, he stared at the floor tiles, speechless.

Bald, bald, really bald...

The moment Wuhuai's palm touched the top of his head, a gust of heat burst out from his palm.

His thick black hair was burnt yellow and curly in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he became a shiny bald head.

round……

Bai Shu stretched out his hand involuntarily, and tried to touch his head.

My bald head is so round...

"There is a sound of demons raging under the Demon Town Archway."

When he was in a complicated state of mind, Wuhuai took off the prayer beads on his wrist and handed them to Bai Shu.

"This is a magic weapon that I specially made after Xu Ping and Xu Fa's accident."

Wuhuai sighed and shook his head slightly: "If you wear it on your body, you can walk normally in the mountains without being disturbed by the magic sound."

"Thank you, Master!"

Bai Shu, who had been somewhat perplexed, lowered his head and took it. He put away the most important Buddhist beads and thanked him earnestly.

At the beginning, there is a rough wooden touch, but it inexplicably makes the heart lake clear, and the pure and peaceful Zen spirit slowly washes away on the Buddhist beads.

"Since the ceremony is complete, it's time to choose the law."

Wuhuai spoke slowly:

"But before choosing the law, I have something to ask you."

The red-faced monk chuckled, and said to the bewildered little monk:

"Xu Ming, tell me, Master, what is the relationship between you and Da Zheng, the new heavenly official?"

(End of this chapter)