Speaking of Fahai, Yang Lin saw Fahai.
In front of the bustling crowd, a monk with a bald head shines in the sun.
Not only was his bald head shining, but his whole body was shining.
The monk is dressed in brocade cassocks, holding a Zen staff in his left hand, a golden bowl for subduing demons in his right hand, and Wuwu Buddha beads hanging around his neck.
The eyebrows are like swords, and the eyes contain ice and snow...
At first glance, he looks like a master.
Moreover, he has a majestic appearance, a strong body, jade-like skin, and a mole on his forehead, which makes him look extra solemn.
When the girls and wives around saw the monk, they couldn't help but scream.
This is not about being scared.
But the feelings are turbulent and the emotions are difficult to control.
It would be fine if it was just these little wives and eldest girls quietly following behind.
No matter whether they are men, women, old or young, whether they are old or three-year-old, they can't help but look at the monk a few more times, put their hands together and recite the sentence "Amitabha" in a similar manner.
'This is Fahai. '
Yang Lin stood aside, watching the crowds of people following the monk, and couldn't help but sigh.
What is supposed to come will come.
In fact, it had been delayed for a year, and Jinshan Temple did not send anyone to Hangzhou to save all sentient beings. He was already surprised.
He suspected that his Jingyuan clone's action of breaking into Jinshan at night also played a role.
Not completely sure, the monk didn't want to move lightly.
Going down the mountain at this time, one reason is because the arrow is on the string and has to be fired; the other reason is probably that the monk has enough confidence and is not afraid of a battle.
As soon as I thought of this, the statues surrounding the three Erlang Zhenjun temples built in Hangzhou city glowed faintly with golden light at the same time, and waves of worship and chanting sounded from all around.
The entire city of Hangzhou is undercurrent of energy and is on the verge of breaking out.
Fa Hai looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, walked to a small door with a canopy door, and said to a rickety old man: "Donor, this poor monk came from afar, his mouth is dry, and his lips are dry. I wonder if he can dissolve it in a bowl of water." drink?"
The rickety old man's hands were trembling. Looking at the monk in front of him, who seemed to be radiating sunlight all over his body, he almost knelt down and kowtowed. When he heard the sound, he quickly said: "Okay, okay."
He took three steps at a time, found the nicest and cleanest porcelain bowl in the house, filled a bowl of water in the water tank, held it respectfully, and handed it to Fahai.
Fa Hai recited the name "Buddha", raised his head and drank it slowly, wiped the wet stains from the corners of his mouth, and handed the bowl back: "Thank you donor, Buddha for your blessing."
As soon as the old man took the bowl, there were exclamations all around, "Golden bowl, that's a golden bowl, gold..."
"It's true. I just drank a bowl of water and even the bowl turned into gold. Isn't it a deception?"
"no."
More people saw that the rickety old man bit it with his teeth, leaving deep tooth marks on it, and the golden light shone softly.
"Give me a bowl of water and give you a hundred taels of gold, Amitabha."
The monk smiled and ignored the rickety old man behind him who kept kowtowing in thanks.
Just keep moving forward.
For some reason, all the people in Hangzhou seemed to be kind-hearted, and no one was greedy. Some people were advising from behind, "Old man Fang, please call your son back quickly. Now he has the money to marry his wife. I was able to build three large tile-roofed houses and buy some fields. I really made a fortune in one fell swoop. I’m so envious of it.”
"I'll call someone for you..."
"My three girls are of the right age. They are beautiful and beautiful, and they are strong and healthy. They are good children that can be easily raised. If Brother Fang is interested, you can ask a matchmaker to come to your door..."
After walking for a while, I saw a person lying on the side of the street crying bitterly. An old woman with a black complexion had already died, and a young man in a green shirt was crying loudly.
"Mother, mother, why don't you wait a little longer? When your son earns money, he will come and honor you."
“It’s so pitiful that Aunt Zhang’s family had to go through all kinds of hardships to raise her son by herself.
Seeing that his son was prosperous and had earned a lot of money from doing business, he happily returned home to see his mother. He found that Aunt Zhang had become sick due to years of hard work. No, he took it to the medicine hall to see it. It was already too late. Already..."
"Amitabha."
Fahai walked up to the crying young man, Heshi chanted a Buddhist chant, and said: "Take this pill and give it to your mother to take."
"Grandmaster?"
The young man wiped away his tears and hesitated.
Isn’t my mother-in-law dead? What medicine should I take?
However, as soon as he saw the clear eyes of the monk, his mind was lost and he had no more doubts in his mind. He thanked her quickly, took the pill, and brought it to my mother's mouth.
The pills are fragrant and melt in your mouth.
"Ahem..."
Only three breaths passed.
After a few coughs, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes, got up and asked doubtfully, "Isn't I lying on the couch at home? How come I'm at the door? Son, you're back."
"Mother..."
The young man began to cry again, this time with tears of joy.
"Filial piety comes first among all good deeds, and Buddha helps those who are destined..."
The monk recited some sentences, whether they were poems or verses, and moved forward step by step.
Gradually, more and more people followed, and the whole street was almost crowded.
"Master, I think this monk is using evil methods to confuse the people, and his motives are not trivial. Should I drive him out of the city?"
Xu Xian had just left the city to kill demons and ghosts. When he saw anything that was out of the ordinary, he thought it was a demon. His muscles all over his body tightened and he was eager to try.
As soon as he and Li Gongfu returned to the city, they saw their master standing thoughtfully, watching a monk's performance.
After seeing Li, I felt a little angry.
Li Gongfu's face changed wildly, and he said quickly: "What nonsense are you talking about in Chinese? I recognize that person. He is Zen Master Fahai from Jinshan Temple. He has great supernatural powers. Before Master... Master Yang took action, something bad happened in Sakon Dacheng." When dealing with big monsters, we always ask this Zen master to take action. He is a master with real abilities and cannot be offended."
"Jinshan Temple is far away in Zhenjiang, and he has crossed the border."
Hu Yabiao rushed over with a roar, full of energy, flashing light and shadow, and said with joy on his face.
"Sister, you actually broke through the third level."
Xu Xian drooled with envy. In fact, he was not far away from this realm. At this time, he saw the energy flowing around Huya, which was vaguely consistent with everything in the world. It was obvious at a glance that this was the realm of unity between heaven and man. It’s reached the third level.
"Yes, Junior Brother Hanwen, you have to work hard. Senior Sister just killed a locust tree demon that was harmful to people and swallowed their souls. Her merits are complete and she will be promoted immediately. It seems that physical training is equally important as cultivating merits and cannot be neglected. .”
Huya was very proud.
She feels a lot of pressure these days, especially the second junior brother whom the master later accepted. His cultivation has grown too fast. Look at the tendons and flesh on his body and that head...
She often wondered if her master had given that boy some special treatment, why no one else could become so tall and strong, and he was the only one who had a vision.
Moreover, it is obvious that the realm is still lower than his own, and his strength is not bad. If he can't take advantage of his sword skills, he, as a senior sister, may have no majesty and cannot defeat him.
Fortunately, he finally reached the third level one step ahead of him and saved his senior sister's face.
Huya enjoyed everyone's envious looks for a while, closed her mouth that was sore with laughter, thought for a while and said: "I think that monk came well prepared. Now there are far fewer people worshiping in Master's three temples. They all came to see the monk's big show.
If this continues, it is very likely that they will all be dragged to Jinshan Temple, and then..."
After following Yang Lin for so long, disciples such as Hu Ya and Xu Xian actually understood.
The statue in the temple is actually related to the master's practice. The more people worship him, the faster he will practice.
Although they don't understand the reason, it doesn't stop them from considering this incense of faith very important.
At this time, when I saw someone snatching food from me, I felt a little angry.
"Do you want a fight?"
Huya held the knife in his hand and asked fiercely.
Even if she saw that the monk was so powerful, she had nothing to fear.
"No, this is for my teacher, I will meet him personally."
Yang Lin waved his hand to stop.
Although my disciples are considered extremely powerful masters among ordinary people.
However, against Fahai, it was a real letdown.
…
Asking for a monthly ticket.
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