Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　In the eyes, there is golden blood, slowly dripping down.

　　Xiaoqing and Bai Suzhen's last words were like the straw that broke the camel's back.

　　Now with this voice landing.

　　Fahai's Buddhist heart has been completely shattered.

　　At this time, in a trance.

　　He actually remembered it again, in Mochizuki Pavilion.

　　Wuxin looked solemn and said to him.

　　……

　　"If you don't love yourself, how can you love others? If you don't know the little love in the world, how can you love the world? How can you understand the pain of parting without going through the pain of the bones?"

　　"Fahai, like you, even if you become a Buddha in the future, you are just a clay bodhisattva."

　　"You can live in a temple, but you can't really live in the hearts of all people in the world."

　　……

　　Big love, little love...

　　All four are empty...

　　……

　　Various words, like a nightmare, flashed back and forth in Fahai's mind.

　　After a long time.

　　He looked up.

　　There was a long laugh suddenly.

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　　"What the green snake said just now makes sense."

　　"Since the poor monk has already fallen into the sea of ​​desire, how can he say that the four elements are empty??"

　　"ridiculous!"

　　"It's ridiculous!"

　　Fahai laughed wildly.

　　With laughter.

　　The swastika Buddha seal behind him turned completely black.

　　The white monk robe given by Guanyin on his body was still spotless.

　　But now, above the originally smooth forehead.

　　In an instant, there was black.

　　Black hair hangs down his shoulders.

　　The black lotus flower, silently at this moment, opened up all over the Buddha country in his heart.

　　……

　　At this moment, Fa Hai is actually a bit more evil than Wuxin.

　　But he didn't care.

　　Get up now.

　　Even if he dragged his severely injured body, he was still in good spirits.

　　He raised his head, and instead smiled, he also walked out of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

　　As he walked, he smiled and recited poetry.

　　"Because the fruit of the three lives is unknown, the prosperous floating shadow is ashamed to become a poem. I fell into the dream of red dust for no reason, but caused three thousand troubles~"

 …  

　　……

　　"This donor, it's getting late at the moment, and the Jinshan Temple is closed. If the donor wants to offer incense, please come back tomorrow."

　　After half a month.

　　Jinshan Temple, outside the temple gate.

　　The sweeping novice stopped a young man with black hair and white clothes, and respectfully persuaded him.

　　Who would have thought that the young man would listen, but he shook his head and said.

　　"Incense?"

　　"The poor monk is not here to offer incense."

　　"Poor monk?"

　　The name of the visitor surprised the gatekeeper monk.

　　I was about to ask again.

　　I saw that the monk in white had raised his head.

　　At this time the moonlight shone down.

　　The image below turned out to be a very familiar face.

　　The gatekeeper monks were also horrified when they saw this.

　　While staring, he couldn't help but exclaimed again.

　　"You are...you are Senior Brother Fahai!?"

　　"Oh my God, Brother Fahai, what's wrong with you? Didn't you go down the mountain to catch the traitor Wuxin? How could it be like this?"

　　The monk stared, puzzled.

　　Fahai didn't answer.

　　At this time, his eyes were calm, and he passed him and looked at the Jinshan Temple.

　　He said with a calm face.

　　……

　　"Poor monk Fahai, I want to find Zen Master Lingyou, and then debate the Buddhadharma!"

　　The black-haired Fahai spoke calmly.

　　At this moment, the voice was like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

　　It spread all over the Jinshan Temple.

　　Dangdang Dangdang!

　　In an instant, the bronze bell of Jinshan Temple rang autonomously.

　　broke the silence of the night

　　"What, debate!?"

　　When the monks up and down Jinshan Temple heard the news, they were all shocked.

　　Zen Master Lingyou also walked out of the darkness.

　　At this time, he looked at Fa Hai who was standing outside the mountain gate.

　　His expression changed suddenly.

　　in a trance.

　　It's like seeing the scene when Wuxin returned to the mountain gate ten years ago.

　　He took a long sigh.

　　Just a moment. ,

　　It actually gave people the feeling that he was ten years old.

　　----

　　ps: Sorry everyone.Something happened yesterday, only one update, too much.

　　Author Jun, work hard today and see if you can make it up.Several.

Chapter 85

　　83. South China Sea Prison Cage, Shushan Blood Pond! [Please subscribe, please customize! 】

　　South China Sea, Purple Bamboo Forest.

　　Venerable Guanyin, sitting cross-legged on the high platform.

　　The rosary in his hand keeps turning.

　　Dao Dao Buddha light gushed out.

　　At this moment, the entire South China Sea Putuo was shrouded in brilliance.

　　A piece of peace.

　　Brahma chants bursts from the depths of the bamboo sea.

　　It makes people feel fascinated and intoxicated, and the entire South China Sea Putuo is like a pure land on earth.

　　……

　　However, at the moment, Guanyin's chanting, only halfway through, came to an abrupt end.

　　Look up again and look towards the east.

　　His brows were furrowed, and there was a hint of pity in the depths of his eyes.