The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 215

probably not.

Fahai has a Tathagata in his heart, and he is as quiet as a Tathagata.

Strength is just one thing, and second, he is the reincarnation of Arhat, and he carries great luck in his body, so it's just a matter of turning bad luck into good luck.

Unless he acts against the sky, or is hunted down by someone with a different fate that can suppress luck, ordinary people cannot kill Fa Hai, he is like the son of destiny.

What is Destiny Child like.

If you want to kill him, just as you are about to do it, an old man will come to save you, or you will change your decision under the influence of luck. One second, you are still full of murderous intentions, and the next second you will think: "This person has a big Use it, don't kill it in vain."

Don't say that Hai is a Buddhist, the people of Mount Wutai dare to kill him.

Even if the magic door came, he would change his mind under the entanglement of luck and persuade himself not to kill.

So Zhang Heng wanted to come.

Even if Fa Hai encountered a catastrophe, he should have been wounded and survived.

In the world of Liaozhai, there is no one who can kill him.

Day after day.

Zhang Heng practiced the sword in his dreams every day, breathed out during the day, and lived happily ever after.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and just when Zhang Heng felt that he could still maintain his calm, Yan Chixia's flying sword message arrived.

"Outside the south city of Xiangyang, in Guan Gong Temple."

Pulling off the cloth strip from the tip of the sword, Zhang Heng frowned slightly looking at the writing on it.

The strips were embroidered with gold thread, torn from the monk's robe, and the handwriting was written in blood, which was very scribbled.

And the blood on it is red blood, not golden.

Fahai is the reincarnated Arhat, his blood is as heavy as gold pulp, and his color is like gold pulp, it should not be red.

Combine two by two.

Zhang Heng quickly realized that something happened to Fa Hai and Yan Chixia.

Fa Hai should be seriously injured, Yan Chixia is also seriously injured and bleeding, the condition of the two is very bad.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back in one or two days, or three or five days."

Zhang Heng explained to Fu Qingfeng, pointing his toes on the ground.

Tengyun method: Flying technique.

Swish! !

The moment Zhang Hengfei took to the sky, a mirror light shone from inside the palace.

This is the treasure mirror of Qin Tianjian's surveillance. The mirror light points to the entire Kaifeng Mansion under surveillance.

"Look at the fart!"

Zhang Heng pointed to the right to draw a circle.

The sword flew out from behind, with a point of 72, forming a sword light mirror.

As soon as the sun shone on the sword, a dazzling Gengjin aura bloomed, which directly blocked the inspection of the treasure mirror.

"It's sword energy!"

Inside Qin Tianjian.

The two supervisory envoys looked at each other and muttered, "Do you want to report to Master Supervisor?"

The other said: "Forget it, it looks like that person left from Kaifeng, and right now Master Jianzheng is consecrating the Eight Arrays, you and I can just record it, don't bother with such trivial things."

The person who asked the question also nodded: "That's right, refining the eight formations is a big deal. The world is chaotic right now, and strength is the last word. With the eight formations, you can attack if you advance, and you can defend if you retreat. This is an invincible place. "

the other side.

Sitting cross-legged in the back garden, the national teacher Pudu Cihang, who was preaching scriptures for the emperor and his concubines, suddenly stopped reading the scriptures, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

Hesitate for a moment.

Glancing at the fascinated emperor, Pudu Cihang withdrew his thoughts and continued: "So I heard that when the Buddha entered Nirvana, Venerable Ananda accompanied him and asked, "After Nirvana, what should the disciples of the Buddha take as their teacher?" , how to live in peace, how to subdue the wicked, how to deal with the classics? "

The Buddha said: "Take the precepts as a teacher, live in peace, treat them silently, and act according to the law. If one person follows the law, a piece of light will be followed by thousands of people. The golden light will be ten thousand zhang. Everyone will follow the precepts and not violate them. The self-sufficiency is limitless. The light that breaks through all the darkness in the world."

Qin Tianjian, the imperial palace, the clan's mansion, and the aristocratic family.

With the rising light of the monitoring mirror and the blooming Gengjin sword energy, countless people were moved and looked towards the sky.

Some people don't take it seriously, some people are secretly vigilant, or happy, or sad, or sad, or happy, to name a few.

What about Zhang Heng?

He can't care about these anymore.

It turned into a streamer and went straight to Xiangyang. It took only two hours to fly thousands of miles and landed outside Guan Gong Temple.

"Crench!"

Guan Gong Temple has been in disrepair for a long time and has been abandoned.

Zhang Heng pushed open the temple door and entered, and the smell of decay rushed over his face. In front of the half-bodyless Guan Gong statue, sitting cross-legged was a young monk with his right shoulder parted, his cassock stained with blood, and his hands tied with the dragon seal. Who else could Fa Hai be?

"You're slow."

Hearing the movement, Fa Hai slowly opened his eyes: "If it were me, it would only take half an hour."

Zhang Heng said blankly, "I'm lost."

The sky is cloudy and windy, and Zhang Heng has never been to Xiangyang, so it is not normal to get lost.

Hearing this explanation, Fa Hai shook his head slightly, and said, "I have been hit by the bergamot of Mount Wutai. Don't move rashly, or you will die of blood boil all over your body. I need you to protect me."

"Big Buddha's hand!"

Zhang Heng frowned: "Which eminent monk from Mount Wutai attacked you?"

Fahai replied: "It's Guinan, Guidu, and Guijie three Zen masters. I was outnumbered and defeated. Fortunately, the hero Yan came to rescue me. Otherwise, I would have been captured back to Mount Wutai and locked up in the Fengmo Cave. gone."

Closed into the magic hole?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng found out that the great monk on Wutai Mountain had no intention of killing Fa Hai.

It's no wonder that everyone knows that Fahai is the reincarnation of Arhat, and his origins are very strange.

Kill him, how to explain to the people above.

Moreover, when fighting with the same sect, it is strictly forbidden to fight two against three. Fa Hai only lost with one enemy and three parties, and even killed people. Is there any kingly law in the world?

Everyone inherits from the Four Great Bodhisattvas, so there is no need to talk about affection?
"How's the beard?"

Zhang Heng asked about Yan Chixia instead.

"Big beard?"

Fa Hai froze for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's quite appropriate, after he led me out of the siege, he put me in Guan Gong Temple, and led the pursuers to the west."

After thinking for a while, Fa Hai said again: "The bearded man is good at controlling the sword, so he probably won't be caught up."

should?

How can this kind of thing be said to be right? If it should be, the chance of problems is high.

After all, Fahai's strength is not bad, Yan Chixia and Yan Chixia are just in the middle of each other.

He was defeated by the three Zen masters on Wutai Mountain, and Yan Chixia probably couldn't hold back.

Just counting the time.

One came and one went, two or three hours passed.

At this time, Yan Chixia and the others were heading west, probably in the Western Wilderness, and it was too late to chase after them.

"A lucky man with a big beard has his own aura, let's leave him alone, but you are not a place to stay here for a long time."

"As the saying goes, the more dangerous the place, the safer. There is a mountain outside Kaifeng Mansion, named Tianqi Mountain. There is a Tianqi Temple on the mountain. There used to be an interesting Taoist priest living in the temple. Now that he is gone, the Taoist temple has also collapsed. , but no one else knows."

"I'll take you there, tidy up the Taoist temple, and let you become a Taoist to heal your wounds in the temple."

"No one would have guessed that the resident Taoist priest in a small Taoist temple at the foot of the Son of Heaven will be the world-renowned Master Fahai."

Zhang Heng explained his proposal.

Fa Hai was a little puzzled: "There is no better way than this? I am a Buddhist disciple, how can I become a Taoist priest and live in a Taoist temple, and become a beggar and live in a bridge hole?"

"No, no, no."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "All appearances are illusory, so why be so persistent?"

"This"

The situation is better than people.

Fa Hai thought for a while, and agreed, "Follow things slowly, and follow power quickly. I won't blame you or me."

"gone!"

Zhang Heng grabbed Fa Hai and jumped into the sky.

after an hour.

When he came to Tianqi Mountain, Zhang Heng put Fa Hai down, and thought to the collapsed Tianqi: "It's true to borrow falsehood, and true to false, let's rise up."

Whoa!
The collapsed Tianqi Temple was reorganized again, and soon it became what it used to be.

Zhang Heng shook his hand, took out a Taoist robe and put it on Fa Hai, and moved him to the statue of the ancestor Chen Tuan in the Taoist temple.

Not to mention, Fahai's temperament is dusty, coupled with a Taoist robe, he immediately transformed from an eminent monk to a Taoist Quanzhen image.

"It's still a bit wrong!"

Zhang Heng looked at Fahai's bald head.

After thinking about it, he took out a wig from the Qiankun bag and put it on for him, and it was perfect now.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

With a smile in his eyes, Zhang Heng asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you safe here?"

Fa Hai was a little angry and ignored him.

Zhang Heng didn't mind either, and asked, "When will you recover?"

"Half a month."

Fa Hai felt his injury, and replied: "In three days, you should be able to move your fingers, and in seven days, you should be able to stand up. After half a month, you should be able to move your fingers."

half a month.

It's not long, it's not short.

Zhang Heng didn't know much about the Da Luo bergamot on Mount Wutai, but he thought it should be a secret skill that was not passed down on Mount Wutai.

Fa Hai was slapped and hit on the back. He was already doing well if he didn't die, and half a month of recuperation was nothing.

the next day.

Zhang Heng came to see the sea and brought him a copy of the "Changqing Changjing Sutra", saying: "You have to live in the Taoist temple for half a month. If someone comes to investigate, you can't even memorize a Taoist scripture. Who will believe you?" Is it a Taoist?"

Fa Haixue was smart, and he didn't fall for tricks at all, he just said, "I'm dumb."

After finishing speaking, he pretended to be dumb and didn't learn at all.

Zhang Heng had no choice but to spread out the Daoist book and read it by himself.

Another two days followed.

Fa Hai's hands have been freed, but he is still sitting paralyzed and unable to get up.

Fortunately, Fahai is good at bigu, and the troubles of ordinary people cannot be reflected in him, just drink some dew every day.

Then it was three more days.

There were two days before he got up. On this day, a villager from the foot of the mountain went up the mountain, wanting to invite Taoist Han to come down the mountain to pray for his father's funeral.

Taoist Han has already left, and only Taoist Zhang is on the mountain.

Zhang Heng tried to send the villagers away by saying that Hai was his younger brother, paralyzed and unable to go down the mountain because he had to take care of him.

Unexpectedly, the villager's father, who died of illness, was a sincere believer in Tianqi Temple. Before he died, he had a last word that he must ask the Taoist priests of Tianqi Temple to save him after his death.

It doesn't matter if the two of Zhang Heng don't go down the mountain.

They could carry their father's body up the mountain, perform French rituals, and then carry it down.

Zhang Heng is not an unkind person. Seeing that the villagers are sincere and he has received the kindness of Taoist Han's advice, he accepts this karma and asks them to bring him here.

At noon, the villagers carried the old man's body up.

Zhang Heng prayed for the old man to see him off.

Inside and outside the Taoist temple, two or thirty people surrounded him, looking straight at Fahai.

Fa Hai had no choice but to ring the Fa bell, beat the gongs and drums, and start the French ceremony as Zhang Heng's junior brother.

"Thank you, thank you Daoist."

Before leaving.

The villagers put down ten catties of millet, five eggs, and eight copper coins.

Not much stuff, not much money.

But Zhang Heng didn't refuse if he wanted to.

Turning back, they cooked millet porridge and eggs, and shared a bowl of porridge with Fahai. The two watched the night, chatting with each other.

the seventh day.

Fa Hai was able to get up, but he was still weak and had difficulty moving.

It's early in the day.

Zhang Heng came to look for Fa Hai and found that there was a [-] or [-]-year-old girl in the Taoist temple.

This girl was dressed in pink, she was eerie and weird, and she looked very rich.

She sat there talking to Fa Hai, but Fa Hai didn't answer him.

She was not annoyed, instead she asked interesting questions, enjoying the feeling of answering without asking.

Seeing Zhang Heng come in.

The girl was quite amazed and asked, "Are you the elder brother of this disabled Taoist?"

Zhang Heng looked at the girl's eyes, nodded and said, "Yes."

The girl asked again: "In addition to being disabled, is he also deaf-mute? I've been talking to him for a long time, but he hasn't answered a single word."

Zhang Heng thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "My junior brother is physically disabled and dedicated to the Tao. He is not a deaf-mute. Maybe he just thinks what you say is boring and doesn't want to talk to you."

The girl left angrily.

The next day, when Zhang Heng came back, he found the girl was still there.

On the third day, so.

On the fourth day, so.

On the fifth day, it was still the same.

Day [-].

When Zhang Heng came again, he found that the girl had brought a food box, which contained a lot of dishes, which were much more delicate than what Zhang Heng had prepared for Fa Hai.

But Fa Hai didn't take a bite.

Seeing Zhang Heng coming in, he cast a look of asking for help instead.

Seeing Fa Hai's eyes begging for help, Zhang Heng knew that his heart was disturbed.

There is nothing wrong with Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand.

There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust.

Fahai's heart was disturbed, and he could no longer turn a blind eye to the girl, so he asked him for help.

"In my life, there will be two catastrophes."

"One is the calamity of love, and the other is the calamity of killing. If you can't get through it, you can only sink in this life."

Wait until the girl leaves.

Fa Hai and Zhang Heng said separately: "My emotional calamity has come, please help me, brother Tao."

Hearing the sound, Zhang Heng nodded his heart, turned around and left.

Fahai sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Yes, how can I ask others to help me in my own love disaster!"

The next day, Zhang Heng didn't come back.

He didn't come to see Fa Hai until the third day, counting the time, Fa Hai should have recovered.

The girl is here today.

She was playing the piano, while Fahai was meditating cross-legged.

Zhang Heng looked at it quietly.

It was unimaginable before that Fahai didn't sense his arrival.

But he didn't say anything, didn't even show up.

Another two days.

When Zhang Heng came to the Taoist temple again, Fa Hai was still here and did not leave.

Has his wound healed yet?
It should be cured.

It's just that physical wounds can be healed in half a month, but how can spiritual wounds be healed?

three days later.

Zhang Heng came again.

The girl talks to Fa Hai in the temple, telling her story.

She is a daughter of the clan, and some bad guys in the royal family want to use her as a bargaining chip to marry her to Taishi Gu, the son of the Taishi family, to appease the Taishi family.

But she doesn't like Tai Shigu, who is romantic and not a good match.

But she didn't know how to resist, so she could only go out to relax. When she saw a small temple on the mountain, she came in to have a look, and then she met Fa Hai.

She wept and begged.

She hoped that Fahai would take her away. She said that she fell in love with Fahai.

Fa Hai said, "I am a monk."

The girl didn't believe it.

Fahai took off his wig, revealing the ring scar on his head.

The girl left crying, never to return.

Zhang Heng didn't see her when he came back the next day, and he didn't see her on the third day either.

Fa Hai remained indifferent on the surface.

But when Zhang Heng came back on the fourth day, he saw him kneeling and praying in front of the statue of Patriarch Chen Tuan.

Perhaps, at this moment, he was thinking, how great it would be if he was not Fa Hai, but an ordinary Taoist priest in Tianqi Temple.

If he was really a Taoist priest, he wouldn't have such troubles.

Zhang Heng saw everything in his eyes, but still didn't speak.

The mysteries are endless, intertwined with sorrow and joy.

The waves of the world of mortals circulate, whether it is a calamity or a fate.

He couldn't tell.

All I know is that Fa Hai, who is deeply in love, is getting more and more hostile and his morality is getting higher and higher.

It was so high that even Zhang Heng felt palpitations when he stood in front of him.

He had only experienced this feeling from the old Montenegro demon, but Fa Hai, compared to the old Montenegro demon at that time, still had it now.

(End of this chapter)