martial law

Not only is his bald head shining, but his whole body is shining.

The monk is dressed in a brocade cassock, holding a Zen stick holding the sky in his left hand, holding a golden bowl in his right hand, and hanging an inexhaustible Buddha bead around his neck.

Eyebrows like swords, eyes full of ice and snow...

At first glance, it looks like a master.

Moreover, Baoxiang is solemn, with a strong figure, jade-like skin, and a little mole on the forehead, which is extra solemn.

Seeing the monk, the older girls and the younger daughter-in-law couldn't help screaming.

It's not about being scared.

It's about turbulent feelings and difficult feelings.

It would be fine if only these little daughters-in-law and big girls followed behind quietly.

No matter men, women, old or young, elderly or three-year-old children, they couldn't help but look at the monks a few more times when they saw the monks, and put their hands together and recited a line of Amitabha.

'This is Fahai. '

Standing aside, Yang Lin watched the crowds and followed the monk, and couldn't help sighing.

What should come will always come.

In fact, it has been a year since Jinshan Temple did not send anyone to Hangzhou to purify sentient beings, he was already very surprised.

He suspected that the action of his Jingyuan avatar rushing to Jinshan at night also played a role.

Without absolute certainty, the monk didn't want to move lightly.

When going down the mountain at this time, one reason is that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired; the other reason may be that the monk has already gained enough confidence and is not afraid of a battle.

With this in mind, the god statues in the three Erlang Zhenjun temples built around Hangzhou City glowed golden light at the same time, and there were bursts of prostration and chanting sounds all around.

The entire city of Hangzhou is undercurrent, ready to explode.

Fahai looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, walked to a low tented house, and said to a crooked old man, "Almsgiver, the poor monk came from a long way, and his mouth and lips are dry. I don't know if I can melt it into a bowl of water." drink?"

The crooked old man trembled with his hands, looking at the monk in front of him who seemed to be radiating sunlight all over his body, he almost knelt down and kowtowed on the spot, and said hastily after hearing the sound, "Okay, okay."

He took three steps and two steps at a time, found the best looking and cleanest porcelain bowl in the house, filled a bowl of water in the water tank, held it respectfully, and handed it to Fahai.

Fa Hai recited the Buddha, raised his head and drank it slowly, wiped the wet stains from the corners of his mouth, and handed the bowl back: "Thank you, Lord Buddha, for blessing."

As soon as the old man took the bowl, there were exclamations from all around, "Golden bowl, that's a golden bowl, gold..."

"True or not, I just drank a bowl of water, and even the bowl turned into gold, isn't it a trick?"

"no."

More people saw that the crooked old man was biting his teeth, the teeth were full of marks, and the golden light was soft and shining.

"Give me a bowl of water, and give you a hundred taels of gold, Amitabha."

The monk showed his face and smiled, and ignored the behavior of the crooked old man who kept kowtowing his head to thank him.

Just look forward to it.

For some reason, all the people in Hangzhou seem to have become kind-hearted, and no one became greedy. Some people persuaded behind, "Old Man Fang, call your son back soon, now he has the money to marry a wife. I can also build three big tile-roofed houses and buy some fields, so I am really lucky, I am so envious."

"I'll call someone for you..."

"My third girl is at the right age, with a beautiful face, a strong body, and a good embryo. If Brother Fang is interested, you can invite a matchmaker to come..."

After walking for a while, I saw a person crying bitterly on the side of the street, an old woman with a dark complexion who had already passed away, and a young man in a green shirt who was crying.

"Mother, mother, why don't you wait a little longer, and come to honor you when your son earns money."

"It's so pitiful, Aunt Zhang's family has worked so hard to raise her son by herself.

Seeing that his son is promising, he went out to do business and earned a lot of money, and went home happily to see his mother, only to find that Zhang's aunt had become sick from overwork due to years of hard work. It's..."

"Amitabha."

Fahai walked up to the weeping young man, Heshi sang the Buddha's name, and said, "You take this pill and give it to your mother."

"Grandmaster?"

The young man wiped away his tears, hesitating a little.

Isn't my mother and father already dead?What medicine do you still take?

However, as soon as he saw the monk's clear eyes, he was immediately fascinated, and there were no doubts in his mind. He thanked him quickly, took the pill, and brought it to the old lady's mouth.

The pills are fragrant and melt in the mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Only three breaths passed.

A few coughs sounded, and the old woman suddenly opened her eyes, got up on her own, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't I lying on the couch at home? How did I get to the door? My son, you are back."

"Mother..."

The young man began to cry again, this time weeping with joy.

"Hundreds of goodness and filial piety are the first, and the Buddha's journey is destined..."

The monk recited sentences that he didn't know whether they were poems or gatha, and moved forward step by step.

Gradually, more and more people followed, almost filling up the whole street.

"Master, I think this monk is using evil methods to confuse the people, and the picture is not trivial. Do you want to drive him out of the city?"

Xu Xian had just left the city to kill the ghosts, and when he saw anything unreasonable, he thought it was a ghost, his muscles tensed, and he was eager to try.

As soon as he and Li Gongfu returned to the city, they saw their master standing thoughtfully, watching a monk's performance.

After seeing Li at the moment, he faintly felt a little annoyed.

Li Gongfu's complexion changed wildly, and he quickly said: "What nonsense are you talking about in Chinese? I recognize that one. It is Zen Master Fahai from Jinshan Temple. He has great supernatural powers. Before Master... Master Yang made a move, Zuojin Dacheng encountered a bad situation. To deal with the big monsters, we always ask this Zen master to take action, he is a master with real skills, and he must not offend."

"Jinshan Temple is far away in Zhenjiang, and he has crossed the border."

Hu Yabiao hurried over, surrounded by vigor and light and shadow flickering, and said with joy all over her face.

"Senior sister, you have broken through to the third level."

Xu Xian was drooling with envy. He was actually not far away from this realm. Now, seeing the energy flowing around Huya, which faintly merged with everything in the world, he could tell at a glance that he had reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man. It's reached the third level.

"That's right, Junior Brother Hanwen, you have to work hard. Senior Sister just killed a locust tree demon that devoured people's souls. The merits and virtues are complete, and you will be promoted immediately. It seems that training the physical body is as important as cultivating merits, so we can't neglect it." .”

Hu Ya was very proud.

These days, she feels a lot of pressure, especially the second junior brother that Master later took in. His cultivation base has grown too fast. Look at that body and that head...

She often wondered if her master had given that boy a small training, why no one else could practice so tall and strong, and he had a vision in his life alone.

Moreover, the realm is still lower than his own, and his strength is not bad. If it weren't for the saber technique, he could take advantage of it, maybe he, as a senior sister, would have no majesty at all, and he would not be able to beat him.

Fortunately, he finally reached the third level one step ahead of him, saving the face of the senior sister.

Hu Ya enjoyed everyone's envious eyes for a while, closed her mouth sour from laughter, thought for a while and said: "I think that monk came prepared, and now the number of people worshiping in the three temples of Master is much less. Come to see a big show of monks.

In the past, it is very likely that they will all be dragged to Jinshan Temple, and then..."

After following Yang Lin for so long, Huya, Xu Xian and other disciples actually understood.

The temple statue is actually related to the master's practice, the more people worship, the faster he will practice.

Although they don't understand the reason behind it, it doesn't prevent them from regarding the incense of faith as very important.

At this time, when I saw someone snatching food from it, I was a little angry at the moment.

"Do you want to fight?"

Hu Ya held the saber in her hand and asked fiercely.

Even if she saw that the monk was so powerful, she had nothing to fear.

"No, this is for the teacher, I will meet him personally."

Yang Lin waved his hand to stop.

Although my disciples are considered extremely powerful masters among ordinary people.

However, for Shangfahai, it was really a gift.

Chapter 418

"Hide, hide, don't look."

"Zhang Yutang is here, everyone, be careful of your daughter, don't be seen by him."

"That's right, that kid sleeps in flowers and sleeps in willows, sings and sings every night, and loves to seduce good families, he's a walking cannon...

If I had such a son, he would have been drowned in the dung heap early in the morning, and I don't know why the Zhang family master is so benevolent, why would he discipline such a scum? "

"Master Zhang spoiled me a bit, but this guy is really too shameful."

"Doting on your son is killing your son. You see, a few days ago, the big families in the city sent their outstanding children to the Green Willow Villa to learn skills, and Master Zhang also sent them.

In the end, everyone else was fine, but Zhang Yutang was kicked out by Pavilion Master Yang, saying that he was evil-minded and committed a crime..."

"Well, if this kind of person can also learn the skills, wouldn't it hurt more women? In my opinion, if Zhenjun Erlang directly eunuchs him and then takes him under his family, it is actually okay."

Well, this is a more constructive opinion.

Hearing this, Yang Lin took a special look at the man who said he had castrated Zhang Yutang. Not surprisingly, he saw a thick green light on his head, and he knew it immediately.

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, a young man with red lips and white teeth walked over from a distance, and the crowd immediately became a commotion.

It even dispelled the frenzy in my heart a little bit.

Although the Zen master is powerful, he should not eat or drink when watching the theater. If his precious daughter is coaxed away, she will definitely cry to death.

Although this Yutang looks elegant and handsome, his reputation is so bad that even ordinary people look down on him. From this we can see how unpopular his actions are.

"Monk, there is someone living in my heart, but I don't know who it is, but when I dream, I always think of it, how do you think I can find her?"

At least at this moment, Zhang Yutang is sincere.

He had heard reports from his servants that this monk was miraculous, and he also heard various merchants talk about the spiritual response of Jinshan Temple on weekdays, so he had some plans in his mind.

Legend has it that Buddhism is very good at reincarnation in past and present lives. Zhang Yutang suspects that he had a good marriage in his previous life, so he will never forget it in this life.

It was to find this person that he traveled all over Huacong.

It's a pity that over the years, no matter how unrestrained he is, he doesn't hesitate to tarnish his reputation, and spy on big girls and young wives regardless of the occasion, he still hasn't found the person in his heart.

My heart is often very distressed.

"Lian Lian, you and I have made an agreement for a hundred years, whoever dies at the age of 97 will have to wait on the bridge for three years..."

Obviously, Zhang Yutang has automatically substituted himself into the love story of an infatuated son, past and present.

He also found a serious enough reason for his behavior of seeking flowers and asking willows.

Fa Hai turned his head to look, his eyes were shining with golden light, he took a fixed look at Zhang Yutang, and smiled for the first time: "It turns out that it is you, fate gathers and disperses like water, 300 years in heaven and earth, You have remembered this love for 300 years after seven lifetimes, and you are still infatuated with it until now, and you don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

"Zen Master, you know what I'm thinking, right?"

Zhang Yutang's complexion changed drastically, he grabbed Fahai's cassock with ecstasy.

"If the Zen master can help me find that person, don't talk about spreading the Dharma in Hangzhou. My Zhang family's business is all over Kyushu. I will definitely spread the name for you and run on your behalf."

Yang Lin frowned slightly.

Of course he knew who this Yutang was, but he guessed it based on some prophetic legends.

As for Fa Hai, he could tell it at a glance.

It is rumored that Buddhism has a wisdom eye, which can see people's past and present lives, ten reincarnations, and all kinds of artifacts, and understand all kinds of usage.

This monk is really extraordinary.

It's no wonder that those demons and goblins have never been able to hide under Fa Hai's eyes. Even the white lady who has been cultivated for 700 years has been seen through by him at a glance.

It really cannot be underestimated.

'Then, let's not make small troubles with you, and just throw big moves directly. '

Yang Lin pondered for a moment, his thoughts melted into the faintness, and sank into the Sanjia Erlang Temple in Hangzhou.

"True Lord Erlang, show off your holiness."