Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

"Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your advice, little monk."

Fa Hai stood up slowly, and made a salute to Qin Hao.

Such a big gift.

I feel a little embarrassed about Qin Hao, I just recited an ancient poem from my previous life.

Why are you making such a big fuss?

He hurriedly stood up as if to support Fahai: "Master, we are just discussing Buddhism with poetry, not to mention enlightenment."

Beigong Linglong on the side didn't speak, she stared at Qin Hao with admiration in her beautiful eyes.

"Master, you are being modest. To you, this is just an ordinary poem, but to this little monk, it is a once-in-a-century opportunity."

Fa Hai said politely, his eyes full of piety.

Bai Xianchu looked at Fa Hai in amazement, and a strange thought popped up in his mind:

Is this still the vicious monk from a few days ago?

This studious look is like a different person.

"If the master likes to talk about Buddhism, you can come and sit often."

Qin Hao didn't continue to entangle with Fa Hai about dialing.

The more this kind of thing is explained, the more unclear it becomes.

The best thing to do is just go with the flow.

When Fahai heard this, his eyes shone with excitement, even though he had practiced Zen for a hundred years.

Realm has already achieved the goal of not being happy with things but not sad with oneself.

But when facing the Dao, I still couldn't help but be moved.

Could it be that this is what the Buddha often said: fate is beyond words.

"The little monk will disturb you a lot in the future."

"It's okay, I just like to be lively."

Qin Hao said indifferently, one more friend is one more way.

What's more, this great monk is not an ordinary person.

The two sipped tea and discussed Buddhism. It was not until the afternoon that Fa Hai reluctantly left.

When he reached the entrance of the village, he stopped suddenly.

A thought came to my mind instantly: why not practice in this big mountain village?

So he found the village head of Dashan Village, bought an abandoned hut, and lived in the hut after repairing it.

Insight Zen in Qin Hao's poetry today.

In a blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Fahaidi opened his eyes, and the aura on his body changed drastically.

For many years, he has devoted himself to killing demons and defending the way.

Unknowingly, a lot of hostility accumulated in my heart and body.

But this Buddhist poem resolved most of the hostility in him.

He stood up slowly, looked at the sky outside the window, and murmured: "Young Master Qin is worthy of being an expert in the world, just a poem can save this little monk from the risk of falling into Devil Dao."

If I hadn't met Mr. Qin, I would have only thought about killing demons and demons after being instructed by him.

I am afraid that one day, I, Fahai, will also fall into Devil Dao.

Thinking of this, Fahai's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

As a Buddhist disciple, he naturally knew that it would be dangerous to fall into the Devil Dao. At that time, there would be another terrifying devil in this world.

It's time to visit Mr. Qin.

As soon as Fahai left the house, he stopped to own. Buddhists often say the word fate.

But fate does not mean excessive demands. I have been reinvented by Mr. Qin, so it is too rude to come to the door empty-handed.

After he put his divine sense into the own storage ring and scanned it, a faint smile appeared on his face:

"A master of Buddhism like Mr. Qin will definitely like this thing."

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Among the manor.

Qin Hao stood in the gazebo, waving the writing brush in his hand intently.

Beigong Linglong lay lazily on her back on the bench, her bright eyes were as bright and moving as stars.

She looked at Qin Hao who was concentrating on it, and she was slightly absent-minded for a while.

A thought inadvertently popped up in my mind: this kind of life seems to be quite good.

But what seems to be missing?

Xiaohua and Xiaofang fanned Qin Hao and brought tea to his wife.

Bai Xianchu lay motionless beside Beigong Linglong, licking the wine bottle with her small tongue, she was too full these days.

It's all because Mr. Qin's cooking is so delicious.

It's obviously just worldly food, but every time it seduces her, the cravings come out.

Especially this fruit brew, it tastes better than those spirit brews from my own home.

Such a good day.

No wonder Elder Sister Fairy is determined to follow Mr. Qin to be an ordinary person here.

I would also like to change!

It's done!

Qin Hao picked up the pen in his hand and looked at the scroll in his hand with satisfaction, with a happy smile on his face.

"Ding! You don't think about it all day long, you are addicted to beauty, Cultivation Base +20, the true meaning of the Dao +1, the will of the sage..."

Seeing the success of Qin Hao's painting, Beigong Linglong sat up and said with a smile:

"Hao Little Brother, quickly show Auntie the painting you made."

Qin Hao picked up the painting scroll and walked to Aunt Long'er, sat down close to her body, and when handing the painting to her, he habitually put his hands on her waist.

Well, really fine.

It feels really good to be reluctant to leave.

Beigong Linglong didn't push Qin Hao's hand away, she was used to Qin Hao's intimacy, she slowly opened the picture scroll and looked at it.

But what attracted Beigong Linglong's attention was not the beauty in the painting, but a few lines of poems beside the beauty.

Looking at the beautiful calligraphy, Beigong Linglong recited this little poem:

"There are beauties in the north who remain independent from the world."

"One look at the city of people, and then look at the country of people."

"Ning don't know the beauty of the city and the country? A beautiful woman is hard to come by."

After reading this poem, Beigong Linglong suddenly felt a tinge of sweetness in her heart, this guy knows how to please others all day long.

However, this poem is quite in line with the temperament of others.

"Good poetry!"

Bai Xianchu, who was licking the wine, couldn't help but praise after hearing this.

She looked up at Sister Fairy and said, "Only a beautiful woman like Sister Fairy is worthy of this poem?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice of praise came from not far away.

"Praise! Mr. Qin Gongzi is both excellent in poetry and painting, and only a peerless elegance like Long Fairy is worthy of him."

While speaking, Zen Master Fahai walked into the gazebo with a smile on his face.

Beigong Linglong smiled slightly, and glanced at Qin Hao with her beautiful eyes, which seemed to agree with everyone's statement.

After Qin Hao and Aunt Long'er looked at each other, they let go of her willow waist and set their eyes on Fa Hai.

what……

The changes in Fahai are a bit big. When we met a few days ago, he still gave people a feeling of killing intent.

But today, like an old monk with profound Dharma, his face is kind and approachable.

"I haven't seen you in just a few days, and the master's Dharma has improved a lot."

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Fahai made a master salute to Qin Hao:

"The little monk received the guidance of Mr. Qin Gongzi to wash away the hostility in his heart, and only then did he realize a trace of Zen."

"This is the talent of the master, and it has nothing to do with me."

Qin Hao said modestly that in his previous life, he had seen countless stories about everyone and Saint.

Knowing that some people are born with extraordinary understanding of own Tao, although Fa Hai has changed a bit, it didn't surprise him too much.

But the other cultivators present were very surprised when they saw the changes in Fa Hai.

Beigong Linglong: I didn't expect that a monk I met on the road of cultivation would have such a talent.

Bai Xianchu: Why is this great monk so powerful?

Fortunately, there are fairy sisters and Mr. Qin protecting me, otherwise I will be in bad luck.

Grandma: This little monk road can be expected.

Seeing Qin Hao's self-effacement and casualness, Fa Hai couldn't help but have a thought in his mind: Could it be that Mr. Qin Hao was really just giving advice on that day?

He suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and said slowly: "The little monk came to visit Mr. today to thank Mr. for his guidance. I hope Mr. will not refuse this small gift."

After saying that, a golden Buddha light emanated from his storage ring...