The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 1 I want to return to vulgarity
Just after the morning bell, in Jinshan Temple, a young novice monk asked Zen Master Fahai: "Master, we practice Mahayana Buddhism, saving people to become Buddhas and letting them escape from the sea of ​​suffering, and to reach the Western Paradise early. Is this the greatest merit?"

Fahai clasped his hands together and replied, "Amitabha, it is a great merit to save people and become a Buddha."

The little novice asked again: "Isn't a person's death an early attainment of bliss? Does killing someone mean saving people? Isn't that also boundless merit?"

Fahai:……

After a moment of silence, Fahai replied, "Go back and read the Huayan Sutra a hundred times."

The little novice was also not dissatisfied, and retired respectfully.

The golden crow is falling to the west, and the evening drum of Jinshan Temple is beating.

The little novice went to the old Zen master again, and said, "Master, after reading the Huayan Sutra, I know I was wrong."

Fahai smiled kindly and asked, "Where is the mistake?"

"Ordinary people are deeply harmed by the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance. They will not be free for a day. After death, they will only be reincarnated in the sea of ​​​​suffering, and they will not be able to go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. Of course, killing people is not a salvation, nor is it a merit." The little novice said.

Fahai nodded. Although this statement was still a bit sinister, it was finally much better.

This apprentice was smart since he was a child, he could speak at the age of half, could read at the age of two, and could memorize a thousand words of Buddhist scriptures at the age of three, he was the best among the monks of his generation in Jinshan Temple.

Fa Hai still wanted him to take over the mantle of Jinshan Temple, but now that he had realized something, he wanted to guide him again, and asked, "Since you know that all people are suffering, how can you save people?"

The little novice clasped his hands together and said: "Ordinary people fall into reincarnation after death, and they cannot be regarded as saving people. Then find a great virtuous monk like Master. Master's Dharma is profound. After death, he will definitely be able to go to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. If the disciple can save you... ..."

clang!
Zijin Bo knocked out a bag on the head of the little novice, and Fahai said angrily: "For the sake of my teacher, I have saved your evil obstacle first! Go back and copy the "Avatamsaka Sutra", "Lotus Flower Sutra" and "Prajna Sutra" a hundred times. No sleep allowed!"

The little novice touched the bag on his head, with a carefree expression on his face, and said respectfully again: "I understand, I will leave."

Fahai was so angry that his liver hurt, if it wasn't for the apprentice he picked up and raised by himself, he almost couldn't hold back his desire to subdue the demons.

Is there something wrong with my own education method? Why can this apprentice bully his master and destroy his ancestors so calmly?

After thinking about it carefully, Fa Hai felt that he was indeed responsible for most of the incident.

Although his mana is profound, what he is good at is teaching his disciples the means of subduing demons and subduing demons. Regarding the understanding of Buddhism, Fa Hai is still in a state where he can understand it but cannot explain it to his disciples in detail.

On weekdays, the most commonly used methods are plagiarism and confinement. It is indeed my responsibility that the apprentice learns wrongly.

"Perhaps, it's time to find a famous teacher for Dao Ran." Fa Hai couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

The little monk named Daoran was sitting at the desk at this time, copying Buddhist scriptures meticulously.

Although he was punished, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The teeny-headed lowercase script in the pen is extremely neat, but Dao Ran's eyes drift away.This Buddhist scripture has long been memorized backwards, where is copying, and there will be no mistakes in dictation while distracted.

A few lines of words appeared in Daoran's eyes.

【Speaking indiscriminately, disrespecting teachers, violating the precept of lying. 】

[Your monk talent is activated, your body skills +1. 】

The talent of breaking the precepts was acquired by Daoran on his birthday a few days ago.

It is probably the benefits of the traverser. From birth, Dao Ran can obtain a special talent every five years.

Daoran is 15 years old this year, and he has acquired three talents in total.

[Excellent muscles and bones: Physique +30, you are born with a set of muscles and bones, your physical recovery ability is different from ordinary people, and you will hardly be affected by diseases. 】

[Baoxiangzhuangyan: Charm +50, you are a natural disciple of the Buddha, and your appearance and temperament are particularly easy to make people feel close. 】

[Monk who broke the precepts: Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. When you violate the Buddhist precepts, you can randomly get attribute bonuses. 】

Looking at these talents, Dao Ran felt that the system was very considerate.

When he was five years old, he was seriously ill and almost didn't get over it. The system delivered [Superior Muscle and Bone] in time, and he didn't get sick again in the next ten years.

At the age of ten, Fahai began to let his disciples copy scriptures and chant scriptures. If the children were slighted, they would smack their palms with a ruler or confine them to serve them.Daoran is the one who received the least punishment among his peers thanks to his [Baoxiang Majestic] talent.

As for the last [broken monk], it was probably because Daoran wanted to return to vulgarity.

After being picked up by Fahai, the teacher's first words were naturally not "Mom", but "Amitabha".

No one has ever asked Daoran if he wanted to be a monk. If he really grew up in a temple, he probably wouldn't think there was anything wrong.But Daoran is a time traveler, and all the memories of his previous life are hidden in his mind.

Let him be a monk and be an ancient Buddha forever?

Then he might as well be reincarnated.

It's just that talent belongs to talent, how to return to vulgarity is a problem.As long as Fan Daoran dared to tell Fa Hai to return to vulgarity, the old monk would definitely put him in confinement for decades, and he would not be released until he felt powerless. Fa Hai is a ruthless person who even arrests married people to become monks.

It seemed impossible to persuade him. Even if the Jinshan Temple was flooded, Fahai's inner beliefs never wavered.

"So, we still have to rely on fists." Daoran came to the only conclusion in his heart.

Only if he is stronger than Fa Hai, strong enough to blow his purple golden bowl with one punch, can he realize his wish to return to vulgarity.

But Bai Suzhen can directly overwhelm the world, and Fa Hai can still be [-] to [-] with her. Just relying on normal practice, Dao Ran reckons that even if his hair is all gray, he may not be able to practice to the level of crushing Fa Hai.

Now it seems that the talent of breaking the precepts is his only hope.

There are many precepts in Buddhism, no killing, no stealing, no sexual misconduct, no lying, and no drinking are the five major precepts.

Today, I violated the precept of lying by arguing with Fa Hai, but the price is not small, and the bag knocked out by Zijin Bowl still hurts now.

"So, you can't do it often, it's easy to get beaten. You have to rely on yourself for breaking the precepts with efficiency."

Thinking of this, Daoran couldn't help lowering his head, glanced between his legs, and said with emotion: "Brother, it was originally for your future warmth and soft jade, but now it seems that you have to work hard on your own." But it's okay, brother, I will help you."

Lifting off the monk's robe, Daoran began to cast spells.

Unexpectedly, it took more than half an hour to sing before it was over.

It's just that after finishing the matter, Daoran waited for a long time and didn't see the prompt of attribute increase, so he suddenly felt a big loss.

"Doing it yourself is not a violation of the precept against sex, I reluctantly admit this. But why is it not considered a violation of the precept against killing?! The children died too unjustly."

After washing his hands, Daoran recited the Sutra of the Past Life several times to see the children off.

It's a pity that no matter how strong his sense of ritual is, the talent of the monk who broke the precepts just didn't make any movement.

In the end, Daoran had no choice but to give up, and continued to copy his Buddhist scriptures, wondering if he should continue to challenge Fa Hai the next morning.

But this time, I'm afraid I have to change the topic, otherwise I will be easily beaten to death by Zijin Bowl.

(End of this chapter)