Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 36 Dharma Name Perfection
"You..."

Zen Master Mingran stretched out his hand and pointed at Monk Tong.

The thought behind this made the old monk speechless.

"The way of the true dragon is both false and true. Until we reach the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, who will know who is right and who is wrong?"

The old Zen master shook his head and said: "It is very rare for you to have such thoughts and insights."

"In everything, don't be eager for quick success. In this life, people have their own ups and downs, slowdowns and illnesses, which cannot be undone by human power."

"I am already ninety-eight years old and my life is approaching. I will need my junior brother to support the Great Ci'an Temple in the future!"

"Don't do anything like this again, regardless of the consequences,"

Obviously, the old Zen master was a little worried about how Tong ruined his own future for the sake of the Buddha's relics.

Liao Tong looked solemn, opened his mouth and said: "Senior brother..."

However, Miao Ran waved his hand and stopped Monk Tong's unspoken words.

"No need to say more, I understand your thoughts and understand them all,"

"I just hope you won't regret it in the future,"

"Amitabha,"

Liao Tong put his hands together and bowed deeply to the old Zen master, "Poor monk, for the great Ci'an Temple, I have no regrets."

The old Zen master frowned and sighed: "This Fang Jiu'er is a man of great luck."

"Even if he is not a pseudo-dragon who is the forerunner of the king, he will still be a founding father and a duke with a promising future."

"The scale here is up to you,"

"Qingqi Bingming is different after all!"

The great monk Tongtong responded: "This is how it should be."

The great monk looked at Xun Shaoyu, who was not far away, his eyes passed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"This kid,"

The great monk thought for a long time and laughed dumbly.

The monk's robe was flicked, and the surrounding area seemed to be rippled, as if a breeze was blowing, and then calmness returned.

However, many monks in the surrounding area seemed to turn a blind eye to the conversation between Ming Ran and Lingtong, or rather they could not see or hear it.

The sound of Buddhist sutras reciting echoes constantly.

In the main hall, wooden fish were banging, and it was dull.

…………

Daci'an Temple, monk's residence,
Xun Shaoyu touched his freshly baked bald head.

However, there is no ring scar on the bald head.

I don’t know what the cheap master said to Fang’s father that day.

Father Fang was extremely happy and agreed to the great monk's request.Become the successor of this great monk.

At the same time, he also became a novice monk in this big temple.

As for Xun Shaoyu, he could only let it go and hugged the great monk's golden thigh.

"Poor monk..."

He was quite embarrassed and scratched his bald head: "Dharma name, Yuan Zhen..."

To be honest, every time he recited this Dharma name, it would make him personally feel indescribable shame.

However, for Xun Shaoyu, who is so shameless.

This shame comes as quickly as it goes away.

"However, it is a blessing for me to be able to escape the limitations of Shanghe Village,"

It's not Xun Shaoyu, he's a wolf-hearted person, and he doesn't feel the slightest affection for his father, or even for the two brothers.

In fact, Xun Shaoyu's heart, even though it was "cold", was also "hard".

But there is still a gap between being truly hard-hearted.He couldn't do it and completely ignored the feelings between Fang's father and the two brothers.

However, if he were forced to stay in Shanghe Village, he would be nothing more than a burden.

It is not a good thing for his father or for him.

It must be known that several years of severe drought has long exhausted Shanghe Village's last ray of vitality.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, the victims were eating all the grass roots and tree roots like locusts.

Under this situation, if Xun Shaoyu continues to stay in the Fang family, which is already struggling to survive and become increasingly unsustainable.

Apart from making the Fang family's life even more impoverished, it didn't have much effect.

It would be better to become a monk with Monk Tongda.

In that way, the Fang family would be able to save one and a half rations.In this way, it may not be impossible for them to stay together as a family and survive this disaster year.

"Go up the river!"

Xun Shaoyu looked around and arranged the items.

This monk's dormitory looks extremely bright and bright, with plenty of light.

As a young eminent monk of the "Yuan" generation, he is also an "uncle" level figure in this Ci'an Temple.Wherever he went, there were a lot of 'nephews' saluting him.

In Daci'an Temple, no matter how big or small, they should be middle-level monks.

Therefore, Xun Shaoyu also had a separate monk's house.

"In this life, I want to gather the luck of heaven and earth and repair the Kunlun Stone Mirror."

"Shanghe Village is just a small place. If we stay there, I don't know when we will have the opportunity to seize the great fortune of heaven and earth."

Of course, Xun Shaoyu's true thoughts also play a large role in these.

"Without luck, there will be no source power, no ability to activate the stone mirror, and no opportunity to repair the stone mirror."

While Xun Shaoyu was thinking, the stone mirror above his eyebrows remained calm and unruffled, as if waiting for the next earth-shattering shock.

"Just relying on the remaining two drops of source power to activate the stone mirror, it can have some power,"

"Besides, there are also clues about the restoration of the stone mirror from Master Jianyi. These are all things I am determined to obtain."

That stone mirror is calm now.

But Xun Shaoyu would never forget the many strange phenomena that emerged from the stone mirror when he first met the great monk.

"It seems that this opportunity will still fall on Master Cheap,"

…………

The moonlight is hazy, illuminating the courtyard slantingly.
Shanghe Village, Li Zheng Mansion, an inner courtyard, candles are lit.

Wang Qier tied up his hands and stared at the candlelight in front of him, not looking back for a long time.

"Grandfather,"

The boy in green clothes called out softly.

As if he hadn't heard anything, Wang Qier slowly stretched out his index finger and put it in the candle flame to bake.

The candle flame was bright red, but Wang Qier still looked at the fingers, indifferent.

For an instant, the candlelight seemed to distort,
Wang Qi'er's eyes turned around and glanced at the young man in green shirt who lowered his head.

"How did you do what you were asked to do?"

He said slowly, "Have you dealt with the beginning and the end?"

The young man in green shirt said: "Master, please don't worry about my little job."

"The old ruined house, I've hired someone to clean it up several times."

"Even if there is some kind of ghost, it's time to be frightened."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in Zhou Za became more gloomy and cold.

Wang Qier sneered: "Those dead ghosts were no match for me when they were alive, and they still want to cause trouble after death."

"I've already thought about something,"

"I deserve to be played around with applause for the rest of my life."

These words made the young man in green shirt lower his head even further.

You should never listen to anything you shouldn’t.

The young man in green shirt came from a bad background, but he also knew that if you want to live longer than others, you shouldn't know too much.

Sometimes, proper 'forgetting' can make people live longer and bring great blessings.

Wang Qier glanced at the cautious young man in green shirt and said in a waning tone: "Go and deal with the Fang family in the southeast of the village."

The body of the young man in green shirt trembled slightly.

"The power of Fang is already strong enough in Shanghe. There is no need to connect to Daci'an Temple and disrupt the balance. Do you understand what I mean?"

What he said was cryptic, but the young man in green shirt could also understand a little bit.

Wang Qier himself is from the countryside, not from Shanghe Village.

This position was obtained by a compromise between the big households in the township.

Wang Qier also paid a lot for his position here.

Not only did he take it upon himself to remove those obstacles one by one.They successively weakened the power of the Fang family, the largest surname in the village.

He also used marriage to marry the daughter of a rich peasant family in Shanghe Village, and completely integrated into the social circle of Shanghe Village.

In less than two or three months, Wang Qier had Shanghe Village, dozens of households, and a population of about a hundred, firmly in the palm of his hand through repeated attacks and eliminations.

"What do you mean?"

The young man in green shirt bit his lip uneasily, and said in a low voice.

"Hey! The ninth son of the Fang family, since he has worshiped at the Daci'an Temple, then this family is a disaster."

Above Wang Qi'er's head, the red energy was vaguely restless, and seven or eight gray energy machines were tightly attached to the pale red natal body.

"If you want to step on Lao Tzu's head, you are still a little too good!"

He sneered, that kind of coldness almost penetrated the heart.

"Go ahead and do it neatly without leaving any flaws."

"Yes,"

The boy gritted his teeth and responded.

Looking at the young man's back, Wang Qier's face still showed a touch of coldness.

"Master, your heart may not be truly compassionate!"

He felt the slight burning on his index finger, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)