Han Du looked up at Fang Xiaoru and asked casually: "You don't believe it? Then do you want to try it?"
"Just give it a try." Fang Xiaoru's face straightened and he was eager to give it a try.
Han Du glanced at him in surprise and realized that Fang Xiaoru was not joking, he meant it for real. This made Han Du hesitate. I don't know whether it is good or bad to let Fang Xiaoru try.
According to Han Du, Fang Xiaoru is a strong and upright person, so it should be okay to hear this Great Compassion Mantra once. But at the same time, Han Du was worried. After all, Fang Xiaoru was a traditional scholar. If he was overstimulated, wouldn't it be harmful to him?
Seeing Han Du's silent hesitation, Fang Xiaoru urged: "Brother Han, are you reluctant to let me see what's going on?"
Hearing this, Han Du chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "Where can I do it? Since Brother Fang is willing, of course he can. But if Brother Fang finds that he can't bear it, don't force it."
Fang Xiaoru nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Han Du did not hesitate anymore, waved the others out and closed the door. He came to sit next to Fang Xiaoru, nodded to Xiangxue and said, "Let's start over."
Xiangxue pursed her lips and nodded slightly. As the guzheng music played, her small red lips opened and closed slightly. The expression on Xiangxue's face is sometimes holy, sometimes charming, and matched with the weird music and weird rhythm. The Great Compassion Mantra can originally calm the mind, make people feel happy and peaceful, and help people escape from suffering. Suddenly, Xiangxue became so demonic that she seemed to have countless enchanting desires emanating from Xiangxue. As time went by, her desire became even more intense.
Fang Xiaoru was able to maintain a straight face at the beginning, but as Xiangxue continued to sing, his face became green and crimson for a while, alternating wonderfully.
When the song ended, Fang Xiaoru still sat firmly on the chair with his back straight.
Han Du himself didn't feel very comfortable. If he hadn't been mentally prepared for it, and for the reason he had heard many times before, Han Du himself might not have been able to bear it.
But Fang Xiaoru actually listened to it from beginning to end for the first time. He is indeed a person with an upright character. This kind of righteousness is indeed something that people respect and admire.
Han Du couldn't help but admire him when he thought that in the future, after Fang Xiaoru was beheaded by Zhu Di, he would be able to write ten words of usurp in blood on the ground. Being cut in half is such a painful and despairing thing, but Fang Xiaoru was able to write on the ground while still breathing, which shows how strong his character is.
Han Du looked at Fang Xiaoru with admiration and saw him standing up straight with a straight face and walking towards the door. Han Du saw something strange about him, so he asked strangely: "Brother Fang, what's wrong? Where are you going?"
But Fang Xiaoru seemed not to have heard Han Du's words. He walked quickly towards the outside of Jiaofangsi like a puppet.
Han Du was afraid that there was something wrong with him and hurriedly chased him out, but Fang Xiaoru was very fast. By the time Han Du chased him to the door, he had already left the Jiaofangsi gate.
"Brother Fang, are you okay? Where do you want to go in such a hurry?" Han Du was a little anxious. Why did this suddenly happen?
Just as he was about to step forward to check what was going on, Fang Xiaoru waved his hand to stop him. "I'm fine. I just remembered that there is something important at home. Let's just say goodbye. Brother Han won't send it off."
When he heard that Fang Xiaoru's voice was normal, Han Du was relieved of his worries. Originally, she wanted to invite him to have a drink with her, but now that Fang Xiaoru had something to do with her family, Han Du had no choice but to give up.
Fang Xiaoru left without looking back, but before taking two steps, he felt something strange under his nostrils. Wiping it with his hand, a bright red came into view. Fang Xiaoru hurriedly left at an even faster speed.
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On the other side, Yan Ne returned to Tianjie Temple with a group of monks. After casually dismissing the monks, Yan Ne went straight to the door of Zong Li, the abbot of Tianjie Temple, without any hesitation.
"The poor monk Yan Na asks to see the abbot."
Yan Ne raised his hand, stood outside the door and bowed.
After coming here for a moment, a loud voice came from the house. "come in."
Yan Ne pushed the door open and closed it behind her.
In the room, there was an old monk wearing a white robe, with two completely white eyebrows sticking out from the corners of his eyes. The old monk, who looked old but had a rosy complexion, was sitting under a huge Zen character. He was the abbot of Tianjie Temple. Zen Master Lu. Zen Master Zonglong is currently the number one person in Buddhism, and his position as the abbot of Tianjie Temple was not inherited by himself, or he was granted the title by himself, and Lao Zhu personally gave it to him by decree.
Zhu Yuanzhang once invited Zong Lai to preach at the altar, and later he was given the title of abbot of Tianjie Temple. He even appointed Zong Lai as the Secretary of Monk Records, a good minister, and in charge of the world's monastic religion. So don't think that only Han Du is an official. The ordinary old monk in front of you is also an official, and he is an official with a higher rank than Han Du.
Yan Ne walked up to Zong Li and bowed solemnly again, "Meet the abbot."
"Sit down." Zong Lai stretched out his hand to indicate.
Zong Yi took a closer look at Yan Ne's expression and asked, "What? The trip was not successful?"
"Yes." Yan Ne looked bad and lowered his head towards Zong Lai. Then he carefully reported what happened to Zong Lai.
After listening to this, Zong Lai pondered for a while, then looked up at Yan Ne and said to himself: "The Great Compassion Mantra? You have been studying the Great Compassion Mantra for so many years, how can you still be compared to Han Du?"
It's okay if Zong Lai doesn't say it, but his eyes turn red when he mentions Yan Ne. Looking at Zong Lai, he said angrily: "Abbott, that is not the Great Compassion Mantra at all, although the content is the same as the Great Compassion Mantra. But it is a magic sound, yes, that is a magic sound."
The more Yan Ne spoke, the more excited he became, and his words became a little incoherent.
When Zong Li saw it, he frowned and shouted, "Calm down!!!"
Yan Ne suddenly woke up as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He glanced at Zong Li and said, "Amitabha, thank you very much, Abbot."
Zong Lai didn't pay attention to what Yan Ne said. Instead, he looked at him up and down with a frown, and asked in confusion: "What happened to you? How could you lose your mind so easily?"
Yan Ne looked panicked for a moment, and said with a bitter look on his face: "The poor monk is not talking nonsense, it is really the devil's sound. The poor monk can be regarded as a master of the Great Compassion Mantra, but he only listened to two sentences. Just two sentences, and now this poor monk doesn’t even know how to recite the Great Compassion Mantra..."
When Yan Ne thinks of the Great Compassion Mantra now, he feels that the rhythm he heard from Jiaofangsi is echoing in his mind. He had studied the Great Compassion Mantra for many years, but he had forgotten the original rhythm.
What a terrible thing this is. Jiaofang Si Na’s Great Compassion Curse, what is it if it’s not a magic sound?
