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Chapter 325 Ask the Lotus Sect Arhat Shiseng to be listed on my list of gods

In the Fahua Temple in the south city of Mayi, the Great Monk Seng Yan was sitting in the main hall. A fierce tiger was lying on the ground in front of him, staring at him with two copper bell-like eyes, and uttered something in his mouth. A low whining sound.

"Fool, you had sins in your previous life, so you will have such a disaster in this life..."

As he spoke, Monk Seng Yan waved at the tiger with a compassionate look on his face.

"Come forward, the old monk will relieve you."

After hearing what Monk Seng Yan said, the tiger on the ground seemed to understand, but as if it couldn't believe it, it tentatively stretched its head towards Monk Seng Yan's position and let out a low growl.

"Woooo..."

"Don't worry, come forward!"

Seng Yan still stretched out his hand towards the tiger with a benevolent face, and beckoned gently.

"Come forward..."

In his words, the tiger seemed to have no wildness at all. It lowered its head and slowly walked up, rubbed its big head against Monk Seng Yan's waist, and let out a low growl.

"Woooo..."

"pitiful!"

Monk Seng Yan had a look of compassion on his face, he stroked the tiger's head slowly with his hand, and muttered in a low voice.

"If you ask about the cause of the past life, you will receive it in this life. If you ask about the result of the future life, you will be the one who did it in this life. You did evil in the past life, but you don't practice your tongue in this life. Being a tiger is a punishment from heaven, but the old monk can't bear to see you entangled in the animal realm. Therefore, I specially pull you out of the sea of ​​suffering. From now on, you should respect my monk and perform good deeds. Otherwise, the next time the scourge comes again, I am afraid that even the old monk will not be able to save you..."

The tiger seemed to understand what he said, and nodded repeatedly, as if to express that he would definitely change from evil to good.

The next moment, a golden light flashed in Monk Seng Yan's hand, and with a puff, a big opening was split on the top of the tiger's head, and a human head with a woman's hair bun protruded from the tiger's head, with a smack in its mouth. Said in repeated voices.

"Thank you, Master, for your mercy! Thank you, Master, for your mercy!"

"There is no need to be so polite..."

Monk Seng Yan and Baoxiang nodded solemnly, and stroked the tiger's head along the back with his golden hand. As his hand stroked, the tiger's skin under his palm seemed to be cut by a knife. The cracks burst open, and the snow-white female body was looming in the tiger skin.

Swish!
Monk Seng Yan seemed to have been prepared for a long time. When one hand was groping down the back of the tigress, the other hand had already grabbed a monk's robe that had been prepared a long time ago and shook it, covering the tigress. body.

When his hand was close to the tiger's tail, Monk Seng Yan withdrew his hand and clasped his hands together.

"Namo Amitabha! Female donor, come out!"

"Yes!"

The woman who had just emerged from the tiger's skin put on the monk's robe, her face was full of excitement, and her hands rubbed up and down her body, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Slave, I finally changed back, thank you master..."

Before she finished speaking, her face became stiff.

"Master, it seems that there are still some tiger skins that haven't come off, look..."

"Female benefactor, don't be impatient!"

Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together and said calmly.

"Although you yourself know that you have been turned into a tiger because of your past life's sins, and the old monk knows it too, your family members may not know that the reason why the old monk kept one or two is to avoid suspicion, and it is also for you, the benefactor. Some evidence, so that your family, the benefactor, thinks that you have done something indecent..."

"Oh I got it……"

After hearing what Monk Seng Yan said, the woman suddenly realized, and knelt down again to pay respects to Monk Seng Yan.

"Thank you, Master!"

Monk Seng Yan sat in the hall, and after receiving the woman's obeisance frankly, he waved his hands.

"Since you have recovered, the benefactor, you should leave early and go home. Remember, from now on, you should respect me as a Samana and perform good deeds. Don't make mistakes."

As he said that, Monk Sengyan turned his head to look at a novice standing in front of the hall.

"Jingming, you are in charge of sending this benefactor back, and at the same time, prove it to his family. If the family of the benefactor doesn't believe it, you can invite them to my Fahua Temple, and the old monk can prove it himself."

"Thank you, Master!"

The woman nodded again and again, then got up thankfully, and left with the little monk.

After she left the hall, monk Seng Yan raised his hand to grab the tiger skin on the ground and threw it to another monk beside him.

"Put it in the secret vault..."

"Yes!"

The monk agreed and left with the tiger skin coat in his arms.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Seng Yan recited a Buddhist name, then turned to look at a middle-aged monk standing beside it.

"How about it, are there still tigers transformed by those who don't believe in the Three Jewels in the forest near Mayi?"

"There are no tigers like this near my lotus sect, but it's hard to say near the temples of other sects."

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and replied seriously.

"After all, this kind of retribution saves worry and effort, and it has immediate results, so everyone uses it a lot..."

"It's enough that I don't have one near the Lotus Sect..."

Monk Seng Yan nodded slowly and let out a long breath.

"The old monk saw that the purple air was rising from Princess Pingyang's head. It is inevitable for Li Tang to win the world. My Lianzong is no better than other northern Buddhist sects. I can't make enemies with the Taishi Bureau because of these things."

"That Taoist Qingwei is also hateful!"

The middle-aged monk said indignantly.

"If my Buddhist sect doesn't have some spiritual words, how can these borderland fools believe in the Three Jewels? What does this matter have to do with him, a Taoist priest..."

"Shut up!"

Monk Seng Yan cast a cold glance at the middle-aged monk.

"Seeing Tathagata through sound and color is originally an expedient measure. The old monk said long ago that our Lotus Sect has its own method of convenience, and we don't have to act like other Buddhist sects. It's just... alas!"

Monk Seng Yan clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and recited a Buddha's name.

"It's a pity that in the Sui Dynasty, the difficulty of my Lotus School's Dharma caused my school to be injured. Otherwise, why would I use this..."

Before Monk Seng Yan finished speaking, he heard a gust of wind blowing, and several black shadows suddenly appeared in front of the main hall carrying a rope bed, and bowed towards the main hall.

"Great Monk Seng Yan, my ghost king please meet the Great Monk!"

"Your ghost king?"

After seeing the appearance of these black shadows, Monk Seng Yan's two snow-white eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle into a ball.

"Didn't the old monk send someone to tell your ghost king that the Taishi Bureau here is going to re-establish the Xuantan, and a Daoist Daoist is haunting Mayi. If he stays here, he will be killed. He must go to the grassland to avoid it." , Has he not left yet?"

"My king can't do anything about it..."

The black figure who spoke bowed slightly to Monk Seng Yan outside, and said in a humble tone.

"The shady land in the grassland is also a place with an owner. In addition, my king can't replenish it after leaving the shady land. It consumes a lot of energy. After a long journey back, there may be unforeseen disasters. Therefore, He specially asked us to invite you, great monk, to see if there is any other way."

"Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Sengyan recited a Buddha's name, and then stood up.

"It's because the old monk didn't think carefully. How about this? I have a Dharma-protecting golden light mantra in my Buddhist sect. The old monk is willing to bless you to avoid your loss, but you should leave or leave, otherwise, when disaster is imminent, don't say it." The old monk has no compassion."

"Yes Yes!"

The few black shadows outside agreed, then took a step back and set up the rope bed.

"Master, please take your seat, we are leaving now!"

"it is good!"

Monk Seng Yan agreed, then turned his head and said to the middle-aged monk.

"The old monk is going to the Ice Cave, and you can take another inventory in the temple, so that there are no omissions."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and agreed.

After the explanation, Monk Seng Yan stepped out of the hall and sat on the rope bed.Several black shadows whistled, and each of them carried the rope bed on one corner. With a gust of wind, the black shadows and the rope bed floated up and went straight to the southwest.

Monk Sengyan sat on the rope bed with his eyes closed, muttering the Lotus Sutra in his mouth, only feeling the wind whistling in his ears, and he arrived at the shadow of Guancen Mountain from Mayi City in a short while.

In front of the ice cave, several black shadows put down the rope bed and bowed to Monk Seng Yan.

"Master, please come in!"

"It's work!"

Monk Seng Yan nodded politely to these black shadows, then took the rosary in his hand and walked towards the ice cave.

After turning left and right for a while, Monk Seng Yan came to the Yindi in the center of the ice cave, but when he saw the Yindi for the first time, his eyebrows trembled immediately, and then he did not hesitate. Turn around and plan to leave.

"Great Monk Seng Yan..."

A voice that Seng Yan didn't want to hear at all sounded from behind him.

"It's all here, why leave in such a hurry?"

After hearing this voice, Monk Seng Yan stopped helplessly, turned around and looked into the depths of the shade, and gave a wry smile.

"Old monk Shi Sengyan, I have met the real Qingwei!"

The next moment, Kong Qing, dressed in white, stepped out from the depths of the shadows, and calmly saluted Monk Seng Yan Jishou with a regretful expression on his face.

"Great monk, you shouldn't have come!"

"I can't help it. In life, I will inevitably be influenced by greed..."

After seeing Kong Qing appearing, Monk Seng Yan seemed to understand something, clasped his hands together, and said frankly.

"For my Buddhist school, it is a shortcut to save the soul from the sea of ​​suffering. Even an old monk will inevitably ask for it. You will laugh at Master Qingwei."

"Actually, it's not a joke. After all, although you, the great monk, have colluded with the ghost king and let him harm Mayi, you have never harmed a living soul yourself.

And as long as this shady place continues to exist, the gathering of ghosts is inevitable. From this point of view, you who have saved many souls are not a heinous person, even if I am here. , maybe they will let you go. "

Kong Qing walked towards Monk Seng Yan slowly.

"But it's a pity that the pindao doesn't rub the sand in his eyes, and the pindao can't understand things that others are used to..."

Following the words, Monk Seng Yan saw a golden list rising slowly from behind Kong Qing.

"Today I'm not talented, please ask Luohan Shisengyan of the Lotus Sect to be on my list of gods!"

　The story about this monk who can help a person who has become a tiger to restore his original shape comes from "Retribution", which is a book written by a monk. In addition to telling what benefits someone gained after believing in Buddhism, such as resurrection from death, etc. Other than the story, the rest of the story is about someone who didn't believe in Buddha and got retribution, and someone who slandered Buddha and got retribution... That's right, it's about you, Fu Yi who went to hell!
　　As for the story about the monk being invited by the ghost king, it comes from Master Shi Hongfang’s own story, to the effect that he was invited by the ghost king to pray for the ghost king’s daughter, and he also received a sum of filial piety from the ghost king.In order to promote the Dharma, Master Shi Hongfang boasted so much. In addition to the Ghost King inviting him, he also said that Nantian King Titou Laizha invited him to the Heavenly Palace to give a lecture. Many gods respect him very much. , on request and so on...

　　From this story, we can see... At that time in the Tang Dynasty, the king of Nantian was called Titou Laizha, an Indian, and he had nothing to do with the brothers of the Mo family!
　　
　
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