The wind blew under Fa Ming's feet, and he crossed dozens of feet in one step, as if he had shrunk into an inch. After only three quarters of an hour, he arrived at Jinshan Temple.
Hearing the soft sounds of Sanskrit singing in his ears and seeing the smoke curling up in his eyes, he took a deep breath.
He knew that at this time, the monks in the temple were doing their afternoon classes and sincerely communicating with the upper world with mindfulness. Whenever this happened, the light of the Great Sun would shine on the temple, and all evil spirits and heretics would have to stay away.
The sudden heart palpitations and the fear of impending disaster finally faded away from my heart.
Once here, it is truly safe.
"Fortunately, I didn't go wrong with what the Bodhisattva told me. The little guy arrived at Jinshan Temple without incident. From now on, as long as he teaches with peace of mind and grows up smoothly, nothing will happen again."
He looked down at the chubby little guy, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
"The little guy is born very cute. He looks like a very smart child at first glance. He must be able to learn something very quickly. However, his bloodline comes from his father's generation, and he may be a bit brave and fierce, but he must not be tainted with martial arts. thing.
It would be better to let him meditate and cultivate his nature, study Buddhist scriptures with all his heart, and do not expect him to become a great monk. "
Raising such a young child is actually a very troublesome matter.
However, Faming traveled extensively throughout his life and experienced too much.
Known as the Buddhist saint in the world, his knowledge and knowledge are not inferior to those of the great talents in the imperial court. As long as he thinks about it, he can handle some very troublesome things properly. Properly posted.
First of all, he entered Jinshan Temple without going to the abbot to give orders. As an elder, he had a very high status. He immediately told some monks and deacons in the temple to go to the mountain to fetch animal milk and deliver it to the temple on time every day. .
It is good for children to drink some animal milk before their teeth grow.
When it gets a little older, you can feed it some porridge and rice, so that the little one won't be hungry.
Of course, there are also dedicated housekeeping monks in the temple to handle tasks such as changing diapers and washing clothes, so there is no need for the holy monk Faming to worry too much.
After giving many instructions, Faming carefully placed the little guy on the couch and made it comfortable with a quilt. Then, he recited a mantra to a fierce and sturdy shirtless Arhat in the meditation room.
When the aura on his body became one with the Arhat, and the energy was connected, he felt relieved, picked up the little guy, and thought of a joke, "From now on, the old monk will be your teacher. From now on, if you don't If you study well, you will definitely be spanked like in the mortal academy, so you have to study hard.
You came here floating in the river, so I will call you "Jiang Liu'er" from now on. There is no need to mention your common name, whether it is Chen or Li. The mundane things in the past are not that important. You have a heavy responsibility. Jiang Liuer, you have to work hard. "
The little guy just stared at the old monk with his dark eyes, seeming to understand what he was saying, and kicked his legs hard.
It seems to be saying, old monk, please go farther away, who has the patience to learn from you.
After being apart for a while, he missed his mother.
Thinking of the woman who put herself in the river with tears.
He opened his mouth and burst into tears.
I cried so hard that my heart broke.
The old monk Fa Ming rested his hands on his hands and was dumbfounded.
His hands were warm and wet, and he had been peed all over his hands. His eyebrows jumped, and he realized for the first time that taking care of a baby was really not a human job.
You want to scold, but how can you lose your temper when facing this little baby who is not yet one month old...
People don't understand anything.
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"The baby is crying, I hear it."
Yin Wenjiao felt weak all over and looked sad.
They say mother and son are connected, and she seemed to really hear her son crying and feeling sad.
My heart felt like a knife.
Perhaps, in the past, she was worried that it would be harmful to the children, so she tolerated whatever worries she had.
At this time, it was obvious that there was no need to be patient, and he just looked at Yang Lin helplessly.
Regardless of whether the child was given by the Bodhisattva, belonged to the Li family, or was a descendant of your Chen family, now that he has followed you and Li Wuding has no body left, you are the biological father of that child.
Do you have the heart to let him grow up in a temple and become a pedantic and stupid monk?
"Take a look and then talk about it. Although the old monk is not strong, he just tried a move and then retreated in defeat. In fact, he is not as weak as he looks and is very insidious."
He reached out and touched Yin Wenjiao's forehead and between her brows.
A ray of golden light smeared over.
He borrowed the power of his own heavenly eye to help Yin Wenjiao temporarily open her eyes.
Let her see it more clearly.
Yin Wenjiao turned her head to look at the temple in confusion, and saw a sea of golden light.
It almost blinded her.
In the main hall, hundreds of monks chanted in unison. The Buddha and Bodhisattvas looked solemn, and their magical power enveloped Jinshan Temple like a wave.
A wild wolf seemed to be hungry and panicked, and seemed to have smelled the fresh popularity in the temple.
In a moment of confusion, he jumped from the backyard and invaded the temple. Opening his bloody mouth, he rushed towards the eighty-nine-year-old novice monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves.
The howl of the black wolf was still echoing in his mouth, but he only jumped halfway. His body was twisted by the golden light, and it turned into countless light particles, merged into the golden Buddha light, and disappeared.
It seems that it has never been here, and there has never been such a black wolf in the world.
"It is said that Buddhism is a place of compassion. People in the world always ignore their methods of conquering demons intentionally or unintentionally... They always think that monks with kind faces and good intentions are easy to bully.
In fact, deep down, these people are more cruel than anyone else, and they are poisonous in secret. "
They can open dojos in all the worlds, and they have become one of the most powerful forces. They have gained such a great reputation and enjoyed boundless incense.
It’s impossible to do it simply by reciting sutras that sound good.
Such a huge benefit...
If you want to get it in your hands and hold it so that people don't dare to snatch it, the only explanation is that they are strong enough and ruthless enough.
If you break into the opponent's lair regardless, your end will not be much better than that of a hungry wolf who wants to eat people.
Because, Yang Lin discovered that in this seemingly peaceful temple, the clay and wood sculptures were not real statues, but powerful beings that could be revived at any time.
Perhaps, in other areas of the Central Plains, they will be suppressed by this world, but in the local dojo, with the incense and thoughts from all directions, those statues can basically display their original strength within a certain period of time.
Even if he is suppressed, he can still use the power to transcend this world.
With his fifth-level strength, he might be able to fight across levels, but he would be powerless against enemies that were too far above him.
Even if she didn't say these words, Yin Wenjiao would already understand them when she saw them.
She also saw that on the northwest side, in a Zen room, an old monk was guarding the little guy. Behind him, on the incense table, was a statue of a shirtless Arhat stepping on a black tiger.
The statue is as powerful as a mountain, and its aura is connected with that of the old monk. With every movement of its hands and feet, the statue seems to be coming to life.
"Cuddling Tiger Arhat?"
"Yes, looking at it like this, it should be him."
There was some coldness in Yang Lin's eyes.
Previously, he took action by the river, using the Five Elements Domain to strike with his condensed sword, beating the monk until he vomited blood and ran away.
It seems that he has the upper hand, and he can kill the old monk directly if he wants.
In fact, Yang Lin knew that this was not the case at all.
Because, he did not receive the martial luck value obtained by defeating the opponent from the martial arts order.
In this case, the only explanation is that the other party is pretending.
Pretending with some kind of agenda.
He was even afraid of pretending to be different, so he left all kinds of traces while escaping, and fled straight into the temple.
Do you want Yang Lin to show his body, or do you want him to fight in the temple?
Yang Lin didn't quite understand what his plan was.
But he knew that with his current methods, he really couldn't kill the old monk.
Because, when it comes to life and death, the old monk is likely to transform.
The battle is too fierce. If the little guy is injured, it is very likely that the sky will split and unexpected changes will usher in.
This point can be understood by looking at the Buddha and Bodhisattvas in Jinshan Temple who can revive at any time and at any time.
To describe it as a dragon's pond or a tiger's den is an insult to this Buddhist holy land.
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