Play as Fahai at the beginning of Xiuxian Battlefield

"It's not like that! And I think this old man is quite normal! Also, didn't Master Fa Hai say that he has a predestined relationship with him, maybe he wants to give him some Buddha treasures!"

"That's true, I think so too! Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect. If Master Fahai took the pancake earlier, it means that he has shown favor to Master Fahai. I'll go... This old man is rich!"

"Shit! To have karma with Master Fahai, this old man is so lucky!"

"One oil cake, maybe in exchange for a long life, good fortune and longevity! How angry, it would be great if I were that old man!"

"Don't think about it, we have already been disbelieved by those fake monks. How many of the monks you see are real! They are all here to sell charms or bracelets!"

"Tsk, that's true... If it wasn't for Master Fa Hai, I'm afraid I don't even believe that there are real monks in Buddhism!"

"So, this is fate, if it's not yours, you can't ask for it!"

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"Ah! Oh oh oh! Yes, yes!"

Hearing Chen Fengxiao asking for pancakes, the white-haired old man was taken aback for a moment, then hastily reached out his hand to take out pancakes wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and handed them to Chen Fengxiao respectfully with both hands.

"Please accept the mage, the little old man's home is not far from here, I will do it when I go back later, the mage just eat it."

"Amitabha!"

Chen Fengxiao reached out to take the greased paper, and peeled it off layer by layer, finally revealing the greased cake inside.

He stretched out his hand and gently broke off a small piece, and then put it in his mouth. While chewing, he felt dry and tasteless, obviously made of coarse grains.

After rewrapping the pancake, Chen Fengxiao handed it to the old man with white hair.

"Ah... the coarse grains in the mountains are not to the mage's appetite. I still have some white flour at home. How about the mage come with me..."

Seeing that Chen Fengxiao only ate a little bit and gave it back to himself, the white-haired old man blushed instantly, and then said in a panic.

"The five grains in the mountains, no matter how thick or thin, are all food for the stomach."

Seeing the flustered appearance of the white-haired old man, Chen Feng smiled and waved his hands, and said with a smile:

"Don't panic, layman. It's not that the monk is not used to this food, but that the monk has been fasting for many days and it is not easy to eat more."

"The little monk received the alms from the layman, then you and I will have a predestined relationship. The little monk is a monk and has no long things on his body. This string of Buddhist beads is given to the layman."

As he spoke, Chen Fengxiao put his right hand into the sleeve of his left robe, took out a bracelet with eighteen red Bodhisattvas on it, and handed it to the white-haired old man opposite.

"I can't help it... The little old man has no money, he really can't afford it!"

Seeing Chen Fengxiao took out a bracelet of Buddhist beads and handed it to him, the white-haired old man became even more flustered and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.

"Young monks receive alms from the laymen and feed on the offerings of the laymen. There is nothing that can't be done. The little monks are monks. If you want the money to do anything, the laymen can accept it with confidence."

Chen Fengxiao stuffed the Bodhi Buddha beads into the white-haired old man's hand, then raised his hand, and gently pressed it on the top of his head under the panicked eyes of the old man.

"A layman is a person who has a relationship with the Buddha. I will give you some Buddha's shade on my behalf, so as to protect you from evil, Amitabha!"

The golden light in his hand lit up, and a beam of Buddha element entered the white-haired old man's body along Chen Fengxiao's palm.

Not long after, the white-haired old man's originally panic-stricken eyes began to become a little terrified, and even felt a little incredible!

In his perception, there seemed to be a warm current wandering around his body.

After that, the eyes that were originally blurry became brighter, and the things in front of them became more and more clear.

The rickety waist is no longer sore, and the back is slowly straightening.

This feeling is like returning to when he was young!

When Chen Fengxiao withdrew his palm, the white-haired old man immediately fell to his knees, regardless of whether he was kneeling in the extremely muddy farmland washed by the rain.

The white-haired old man had an excited expression on his face, looking at Chen Fengxiao on the opposite side as if seeing a Buddha, he muttered in his mouth that if he kept going, he would kowtow to Chen Fengxiao.

Seeing the old man's actions like this, Chen Fengxiao couldn't stop him, with a slight wave of his hand, he lifted him up from the ground, and said in his mouth:

"You don't need to be excited, you have no evil karma, you have the heart to do good deeds and respect the Buddha, the cause of yesterday will bear today's fruit, laymen deserve this retribution!"

"This Buddhist bead can be used at home by a layman, and it can prevent evil spirits on weekdays."

The white-haired old man was so excited beyond words at the moment, hesitating and speechless, he could only nod his head.

"There is a temple halfway up the mountain, and there are three good horses beside the temple, and there are things used by imperial horses on the ground."

"If you are interested, you can go up the mountain and bring them back. If there is nothing wrong here, the monk will leave."

Chen Fengxiao saluted slightly, took a step forward, and disappeared in place.

"God... Immortal! Live... Live Bodhisattva!"

The white-haired old man held the string of Bodhi Buddha beads in his hands, and kept chanting while looking at Chen Fengxiao's distant direction.

Then, he suddenly remembered the last words that the 'Living Bodhisattva' said before leaving!

Halfway up Yantuo Mountain, there is indeed a temple there!

But because the mountain temple had been abandoned for a long time, if Chen Fengxiao hadn't mentioned it, maybe even he himself would hardly remember it.

But there are three good horses beside the temple!

And there are objects of the imperial horse on the ground!

Could this... be true?

The white-haired old man couldn't help thinking to himself.

Then, he thought of Chen Fengxiao's magical power before, and felt the changes in his body at this moment.

The white-haired old man gritted his teeth, carefully put the Buddha bead bracelet into his arms, then quickly returned to the field, picked up the hoe and walked towards the mountain.

Although the mountain road was rugged, fortunately, I walked up it without any surprises or dangers.

After a long while, the white-haired old man came to the halfway up the mountain out of breath, and there was a ruined temple not far in front of him.

On the side of the ruined temple, three tall horses were quietly eating weeds, and on the ground beside them were the belongings of the three royal horses.

"Amitabha! Amitabha!"

"Thanks to the living Bodhisattva! Thank you to the living Bodhisattva!"

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man finally couldn't bear it any longer. He knelt on the ground, and then kowtowed towards the direction of the mountain.

A few years later, this dilapidated mountain temple was knocked down, and then a magnificent Buddhist temple was rebuilt on the original site!