[Comprehensive] Male gods don't want to fall in love

People who are used to giving orders don't like to be restrained and threatened by others.

The same is true for Dixin.

But in the end, Di Xin accepted the status quo well.

If he doesn't want to suffer from the torment of spiritual consciousness all day long, unless he chooses to commit suicide again.He is not afraid of death, but who can guarantee that after his death, his soul will not be put into another person's body again?

This will only aggravate his own situation and cause more resistance, which Di Xin calls "stupid".

Sitting up on the bamboo mat, Di Xin got up, just opened the door of the Zen room, and was about to take a look at this new world, when he saw a round-headed little novice running panting all the way from the center of the corridor. He stopped in front of his meditation room.

"Master Uncle Fa, Fahai, Master Fang, Abbot asked you to go to the main hall to find him!"

Di Xin looked at the direction the little novice was pointing at, raised his head to look at himself, thought about the location of the main hall with his eyes lowered and blinked, and then took a step.

"Do you know why Master is looking for me?"

Having been a king for decades, Di Xin's calmness is engraved in his bones.He was not in such a hurry as when the little novice came, his steps were neither slow nor slow, while walking forward, he did not forget to ask the little novice why the matter happened.

The little novice followed Di Xin, and he couldn't calm down when he was young. For some reason, he looked at Di Xin's back and suddenly became quiet.

He scratched his little head, his eyes were a little foggy, and after thinking for a long time, he replied: "It seems that a fake monk came to Lin'an Mansion, oh, I don't know too well."

The little novice, Mingxin, was only six years old, the age when he could not remember anything, and he was in a daze. Di Xin didn't make things difficult for him, and never insisted on asking anything.

The two entered the main hall in silence, Xiao Mingxin said to the abbot Nuonuo who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, "Master Abbot, Uncle Fahai is here."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Mingxin ran to the corner again, and sat down with the other little novice monks.

The main hall of Jinshan Temple enshrines the Western Buddha, as well as the six Bodhisattvas and ten disciples under the Buddha's seat.The monks in the temple chanting scriptures and clearing their minds are almost all done here.

At this moment, the sun was rising in the east, and it was the time when the novice monks in the temple recited the morning scriptures. In the main hall, except for the abbot who was sitting cross-legged in the center, the other novice monks were also there.

The monk Fahai in his original body was different from other monks. In his memory, he was a natural disciple of the Buddha, and he was naturally close to the Buddhadharma.

Therefore, except when he was young and did not learn Buddhism, Yuanzhen almost never chanted scriptures and practiced with other monks in the temple.And his abbot master, apart from his daily guidance, actually rarely disturbed his practice.

"Master."

Conquering his doubts about the abbot's abnormal behavior today, Di Xin approached the abbot slowly, and when he was about two or three meters away from the abbot, he stopped, put his hands together, and bowed his waist to salute.

The old abbot twirled the Buddha beads with his hands, his closed eyelids did not move, and he sat as firmly as a mountain, full of majesty.

"I heard that there is a goblin in the Lin'an Mansion at the foot of the mountain who turned into my Buddhist disciple and used my identity as a Buddhist disciple to murder the people. Fa Hai, you have accomplished some Buddhist Dharma, so you can't hide in the mountain all day long. Why don't you go down the mountain for your teacher today?" Let's go this time."

This is a little more strange.

There are not many monks in Jinshan Temple, and there are no extremely talented people except the original body. Only when all the monks form a formation together can they fight against the ghosts who are more advanced.Therefore, usually if people ask to come to Jinshan Temple, the abbot will usually go to solve it in person.Even if the original body wanted to go out to practice, he would definitely tell in advance, and he would not be summoned in such a hurry.

After injecting some mana into his eyes, Di Xin once again turned his scrutinizing gaze on the abbot.

The almost spiritual eyes had just touched the abbot's body, and the abbot's eyes with drooping eyelids due to wrinkles thumped and opened immediately.

You can distinguish Qi with eyesight.

The abbot's eyes full of kindness met Di Xin's eyes without avoiding them, and let him look at them.

The anger on his body was already very, very weak.

Perhaps it was because he had no time to wait for his most valued disciple to grow and hone slowly, so he had no choice but to push his disciple out, making him the next abbot who could take over the Jinshan Temple.

The spiritual power in his eyes slowly drained, and Di Xin suddenly felt a little sadness spread in his heart.

Very shallow, only sporadic points.

However, these sporadic points are all the emotions left in this body by the original body.

"This string of Buddha beads is a high-grade magic weapon. It can not only help you practice, but also wish you to subdue demons and subdue demons. Take it and go."

The abbot stretched out his hand and handed the Buddhist beads in his hand to Di Xin, as if he wanted to tell or command something, but he didn't seem to.

Di Xin only took one more look at the abbot, making sure that in the abbot's eyes there was only the indifferent peace of life and death, so he didn't say anything, but bowed again, took the Buddhist beads from the abbot's hand, turned and left.

Only he himself knew that he was extremely uncomfortable when he bowed his waist and saluted when he entered the main hall last time.Only others have always bowed to him and bowed their heads to him. When will it be his turn to bow to others?

He is arrogant.

But when he saluted when he left the main hall just now, he was sincere.

The abbot of this Jinshan Temple is the same as the original monk, they are all people who put the world first and have great love in their hearts.Even though he has always been an exclusive king, he still has due respect for such a loving and generous person.

Of course, this kind of respect is based on the fact that such a person has never touched his own interests.

For example, a long time ago, he also had a three-point respect for Bi Gan.

Di Xin's leisurely pace as he walked down the mountain suddenly paused, and he frowned twice.

He was reluctant to think of Bigan.

Often when he thinks of Bigan, he always thinks of the courtiers and people who cast aside him in every possible way behind their backs.

He is a person who is not willing to regret the past, but people or things such as Bigan and Jiuchi Roulin will always be picked out to remind him when he is almost forgetting the past, look, you are such a ridiculous The faint king.

A failed emperor.

At that time in July, it was the time when the heat was unbearable.

In the city of Lin'an, the scorching air carried a hint of wetness and stickiness. With just two or three movements and a little sweat, the thin clothes on his body were tightly stuck to his body, which made people feel dry.

And just when everyone here was disturbed by the hot and humid weather and the sticky sweat on their bodies, a young monk dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a handsome face and a refreshing body suddenly came to the gate of the city. , people couldn't help but move their eyes to him.

It was as if someone delivered a basin of ice in summer, and people felt less dry in their hearts, and even felt that even the hot and humid air was not so unbearable.

"Sister, look at that monk, he looks really good-looking."

"Good-looking is good-looking, but unfortunately, he is a monk"

"Yes, why is he a monk?"

Practitioners, the five senses are much more sensitive than others.

Di Xin heard the conversation between the two sisters who were far away, but didn't take it seriously.Naturally, he didn't look back in the direction of the voice.

What the two sisters were talking about was really quite normal among the many voices he heard. Di Xin listened attentively and even heard a woman saying

"If this is not a monk, but just an ordinary gentleman, I will go back and make a fuss, and I have to ask my parents to find someone to say goodbye to me."

Deliberately not allowing himself to listen to the voices of the people making fun of them, Di Xin has been a king for a long time, and this is the first time he came to the people as an ordinary person. Even if this is a person from another world, he still walked slowly. , while looking at this unfamiliar street, he waited until he had seen all the frames and scenes, and then remembered his reason for coming here in Lin'an.

Walking towards the candied haws vendor on the side of the street, Di Xin asked, "I heard that a famous monk recently came to Lin'an City. Does the benefactor know where the monk is now?"

"Little master and the holy monk are from the same school?"

The peddler asked curiously.

He called the demon monk in the abbot's mouth a "holy monk". Obviously, the demon monk's tricks are very superb.Perhaps, the ordinary people who went to Jinshan Temple to worship Buddha did not really discover that the demon monk was actually a demon monk, but the abbot first discovered the demon monk's demon spirit, and then heard about the demon monk's deeds from that person's mouth.

If in the past, someone asked him such a question, Di Xin would definitely not answer it.He is a king, and few people can get an answer from a king.What's more, it's such an answer just to satisfy the curiosity of an unimportant person.

But now, he is just a fledgling young monk who hopes to "cultivate with a pure heart and put the world first".

Looking at the curious peddler, Di Xin shook his head.

Unexpectedly, the peddler became even more curious, so Di Xin had no choice but to say something casually as an explanation, "Both are disciples of the Buddhist family, and the poor monk wants to ask him for advice a few times."

He unilaterally went to collect demons, which can probably be regarded as asking for advice.

Di Xin thought so in his heart, but the peddler seemed to fully understand the little monk's careful thought that he wanted to learn a few tricks from the holy monk. Shin pointed the way

"The holy monk came all the way from Bianjing. Zhang Yuanwai in the city heard that the holy monk was coming. In order to sell the holy monk, he deliberately found a quiet house for the holy monk in the innermost position of Changyuan Street. Settle down."

"Thank you sir."

After thanking him, Di Xin walked straight to Changyuan Street pointed by the peddler.

After all, monsters are monsters, and they dare not be blatant when casting spells.

As soon as Di Xin walked to the innermost part of Changyuan Street, he stood still in the quiet but majestic mansion, looked at the soaring demonic aura with eyes filled with mana, and instantly confirmed that the demon monk was staying here.

The author has something to say: In other words, the future update will be fixed at six o'clock in the evening

In addition, Lin'an Mansion, Lin'an City, and Lin'an all refer to Hangzhou. Because of the title of Song Dynasty, the author uses these two as he pleases.

By the way, what may be used next, Pingjiang Mansion and Pingjiang refer to Suzhou, and Zhenjiang Mansion and Zhenjiang are now Zhenjiang