"It's too direct to line up directly, let me think about it."
Fahai shook his head and turned the Buddha string with his hands. The beads slipped one by one on his fingertips. After a while, he said:
"Fa Ming, go and release those evil cultivators, demons, and ghosts. Let me give them their duties. They have already converted to our Buddha under the guidance of the Eighth Sister. It is time for them to become part of Jinshan Temple."
Watching Fa Ming leave quickly.
Fa Hai stood at the entrance of the Main Hall. Pilgrims passing by him couldn't help but take a second look.
At this time, he was wearing cassocks and had deep eyes. Even if he didn't show his strength, he still gave people the image of an eminent monk, which made pilgrims stop. Some pious people couldn't help but clasp their hands and nod to express their greetings to Fahai.
But Fahai didn't respond, as if he was in trance.
"Why didn't this master react? He wouldn't have died standing."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is what Buddhism calls Zen meditation. I guess the master is comprehending some Buddhist Zen meaning. Don't disturb him."
Some devout pilgrims who had studied a lot of Buddhism were whispering and communicating.
Fahai, as the party concerned, clasped his hands together in his heart and said to the sky:
"Amitabha, Buddha forgive me, I had no choice but to lie."
"I can't let people from White Horse Temple know the specific situation of Jinshan Temple. This is not good for Jinshan Temple, nor is it good for White Horse Temple. Everything is for the good of White Horse Temple. It's a sin."
After muttering in his heart, Fahai finally sighed in his heart:
"It's a sin, it's a crime, I'm going to break my precepts, but how can I make up a lie? It has to be half truth and half lie. If it's all lies, Master Jingchen will definitely see through it."
Subsequently.
Fahai walked towards the back of Jinshan Temple. It was a place not open to the public, and there were mountains and forests everywhere, but anyone involved in the supernatural circle knew that that was where the orthodoxy of Jinshan Temple was.
Time flies.
More than two hours passed before Fahai came back from the forest behind him. There were about a hundred people who came out with him.
They were old and young, and each of them had shaved heads and wore monk's robes. Whether it was their words and deeds with their hands clasped together or the expression on their faces that said everything was empty, they were no different from monks.
Moreover, he is a monk who has practiced Buddhism for many years and has realized the true meaning of Buddhism. He is not a new monk who has just entered the profession. He has some Buddhist experience.
"From now on, you are a member of my Jinshan Temple, and from now on you will be called by the dharma title given to you by Lao Monastery."
"Yes, Master Fahai."
Hundreds of people put their hands together.
Immediately afterwards.
The abbot Faming who was traveling with him took most of the people to Jinshan Temple and performed their duties, leaving only three people still where they were.
"You come with me."
Fa Hai, Xie Hao and the other three took out their mobile phones to check the time in a very modern way, and then walked towards the gate of Jinshan Temple.
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the other side.
On the road leading to Jinshan Temple.
A bus was slowly driving towards Jinshan Temple. The bus was full of people, and many people had no seats and were standing on the bus.
Because this is a bus that passes by Jinshan Temple, every bus is almost full of people, most of whom are tourists who come from all over the world. The topic is often related to Jinshan Temple.
But something was different today. Many of them were looking at an old man sitting on a bus seat from time to time.
The old man was very old. He looked to be in his nineties. He had a big bald head and nine ring scars on his head. He was wearing a simple and somewhat tattered cassock robe.
Just like the old man, the cassock looked a bit old at first glance. It was patched and patched and turned white after washing.
But these are not the areas that attract the most attention from people on the bus.
What attracted them was the appearance of the old man.
If there is a living Buddha in the world, they are willing to believe that the old man in front of them is the living Buddha.
If they were asked what an eminent monk looked like in their minds, they thought it was like the old man in front of them.
If the Buddha looked like a human being with a majestic face and kind eyes, they would definitely be like this old monk.
The old monk's appearance and temperament were so worldly and ethereal, as if greed, anger, obsession, and hatred in the world had nothing to do with him. Sitting on the chair made everyone around him feel the urge to pay homage.
"Mom, what are the dots on that old man's head? It's so fun."
"That's a ring scar, a symbol of a monk's status. How can I say it? The more nods on the head, the more powerful it is."
"That's it, one, two, three... Mom, that old man has 9 dots. Isn't he very powerful?"
"Yes, usually older monks have five or six ring scars. Usually those with nine ring scars are at least the abbot and abbot."
A mother and son were talking softly in the car.
As if hearing the conversation between mother and son, the old monk turned his head slightly, and their eyes met. The mother felt a little embarrassed and nodded towards the old monk with her hands clasped together.
The old monk said nothing, responded with a kind smile, and nodded lightly to show them that it was okay.
Immediately afterwards.
He continued to look out of the car window, and continued to turn the Buddhist skewers in his hand that were coiled like polished ones. His old eyes reflected the scenery that was driving rapidly:
"The development of Daxia is getting faster and faster. It has only been 30 years since it came out. The changes are so big, Amitabha."
"Master, you rarely come out." The passenger standing next to him, holding the bus handle, spoke to him.
"Yes." The old monk smiled and said kindly: "I have always stayed in Baima Temple to cultivate, and basically rarely come out."
"White Horse Temple? Hey, Master, aren't you from Jinshan Temple?" the passenger said subconsciously.
Many passengers around also looked over. In their opinion, this bus was bound for Jinshan Temple, and they thought it belonged to Jinshan Temple, and White Horse Temple was across a province from Jinshan Temple.
White Horse Temple is in Henan Province, and Jinshan Temple is in Jiangsu Province.
Thinking in his mind, the passenger said: "Master, are you coming to Jinshan Temple to exchange Buddhism and Taoism? I heard that many temples sometimes communicate with each other to exchange Buddhism and Taoism."
"Little benefactor, you misunderstood. I didn't go to Jinshan Temple for exchanges. I had many exchanges before. Not this time. I just want to see my old friend."
The old monk said, looking in the direction of Jinshan Temple, which was gradually arriving.
The Cishou Pagoda of Jinshan Temple can already be seen from a distance. Seeing this, the old monk couldn't help but bring back some memories and said in memory:
"I haven't seen each other for more than thirty years. I don't know how those old friends are doing."
Subsequently.
Arrive at the bus stop at Jinshan Temple.
The old monk clasped his hands together, smiled and said goodbye to the passengers who gave way to him, and took the lead in getting off the car and walking towards Jinshan Temple.
"I don't know which old friend came to greet me. It should be Huijue."
He muttered to himself and seemed to have some thoughts, looking towards the front gate of Jinshan Temple.
Um?
Four monks were standing in front of them. They were wearing monk's robes, one of them was wearing a cassock, and they also spotted the old monk approaching.
There was nothing I could do about it. Although there were many people around him, the old monk's distinguished temperament and attire made him stand out among the crowd.
"Not Huijue?"
The old monk looked stunned.
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