Interstellar First Feng Shui Master

There are many Buddhist temples in the alliance, but with Chaozong Temple as the leader, taking the meaning of Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong, it can be called a good story to be able to enter and practice, let alone become a disciple of it.

Today, when the general life expectancy of the alliance reaches [-], the number of monks practicing in the Chaozong Temple can reach more than [-]. Although the eminent monks who have practiced to a higher level are no longer available, this matter is not a rumor after all.

If it weren't for the fact that Chaozong Temple is extremely harsh in accepting disciples, the number of people who want to enter is probably ten times more than it is now.

Elegant wing rooms, lush nursery, the lingering smell of sandalwood, bells ringing from time to time and the faint sound of chanting sutras.

For Huizhen, all this is familiar as if it was yesterday.

It was only when he looked at the little novice passing by and habitually wanted to fold his palms together that he realized that he was not wearing the spacious cassock, but the same clothes as the pilgrims.

"Uncle Huizhen, abbot, please come this way," the little novice held back the surprise in his eyes, and led the way for Huizhen who was standing in the middle of the Buddhist hall.

There was no pointing or pointing along the way, the most excellent monks in Chaozong Temple were their psychological quality, except for him, perhaps.

It's just that maybe it's his own psychological effect. He always feels that others are looking at him, discussing, and want to know why he, a person who is devoted to Buddha, can return to vulgarity in a blink of an eye and bid farewell to the past so thoroughly.

"Brother," Huizhen knelt down on the futon placed, looking at the monk who was knocking on the wooden fish, feeling a little ashamed for some reason.

The person who knocked on the wooden fish didn't stop, as if he didn't notice his coming, he knocked in a leisurely manner, and didn't turn around slowly until he finished reading a Buddhist scripture.

He looks extremely young, with phoenix eyes flying slantingly, and eyebrows like ink paintings. If he was born in the mundane world, he would attract the love and pursuit of many women, but it is a pity that the buddhist heart of senior brother is stronger than him. times.

He could barely reach the Buddha body, but his brother has already cultivated the Buddha fruit relic, which is far beyond his reach.

The phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and while there was compassion in the eyes, they also carried a bit of majesty, reminiscent of the Buddha who was worshiped by thousands of people, compassionate but not daring to desecrate.

"Huizhen, you're back," he said slowly, his voice was neither sad nor happy, and there was no trace of emotion in his deep voice.

"Senior brother, I made a mistake, please punish me," Huizhen leaned down, feeling ashamed continuously pouring out of her heart.

The senior brother said he was a senior brother, but he was closer to him than his master. If he hadn't been picked up from the mountains when he was young and taught him carefully, he wouldn't be the Huizhen he is today, but he has failed his master and his senior brother.

"What's wrong?" Hui Kong shrank his eyelashes slightly and said, "You tell me."

Huizhen didn't get up, but only talked about her violations of the precepts, sex, alcohol... He fell into the world, and indulged in it with peace of mind, how could he be a monk.

"So, you want to return to vulgarity? To be responsible to that guide?" Huikong moved his fingertips slightly, and finally resisted the desire/desire to help the child he raised since he was a child. It was just a trip, but he really responded. Have you obeyed the master's orders?

Huizhen was ashamed but nodded firmly, "I was the one who disrespected him, and I must be responsible. Brother please help me."

"That's fine too," Hui Kong twirled the beads in his hand one by one, "Master often said that one can only be born after entering the world. You grew up in a pure place of Buddhism, and you have never seen the bustling world outside. You can't stand it." It is also reasonable to live in temptation, since you are not bound by the world, and you want to leave, I will naturally follow your wish, under the seat of the Buddha, only those who are willing to serve are left."

"Yes, disciple, please remember," Huizhen clasped his hands together, looked at the Buddha behind him, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and when he got up, tears were streaming down his face.

"If you have meritorious deeds, you will be rewarded. If you have demerits, you will be punished. Demerits and demerits will not be offset." Huikong picked up a rough handkerchief beside him and wiped away his tears. He stood up and helped him up. In the next month, copy and study the scriptures a hundred times, before offering to the Buddha, and after repenting of sins, leave.”

For what he said, Huizhen naturally has no disobedience. Besides, as far as he is concerned, even if he leaves here, how can he not have the slightest nostalgia.

Huizhen went down to receive the punishment by himself, leaving only the remaining warmth on the futon that had just knelt down. Huikong gently stroked the futon and put the futon beside him. He just sat quietly, but did not rush to knock on the futon. The wooden fish, as if the futon had a great attraction for him, made his gaze gentle and lingering.

Buddha cultivation is not the same as cultivating Buddha. Those who practice Buddha devote themselves wholeheartedly to Buddha. They are willing to cut their flesh and feed it to eagles. Focus on the Buddha, and Buddha cultivation, the same cannot be disrespectful to the Buddha, but on the basis of practice, first cultivate the Buddha's body, then cultivate the Buddha's fruit, achieve relics, break the relics to become a Buddha's mind, and then aspire to the great way.

The ancient Arhat Buddha had wine and meat through his intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. If he really respected the Buddha, why bother with drinking and pecking.

Huikong thinks that he has not found out, but he also has a certain level of understanding, so that he can make great progress in cultivation and achieve relics, but Huizhen is trapped in the same place, seemingly neither sad nor happy, not for something foreign. It is not firm enough to be moved, but with a light push from others, it can push the seemingly firm heart.

So, how can he aspire to the great way.

His Buddha body has not been broken, and his child body is still there, so he has no need to be responsible to anyone, and this person who guides Huizhen, no matter who he is, Huikong will sincerely thank him.

You can't be born unless you enter the world. How could he be willing to let the child he raised with his own hands leave him.

Kneeling in the Buddhist hall, copying and studying scriptures, and having only rough tea and light meals every day, is a boring thing for others, but for Huizhen, it is a kind of enjoyment.

It was as if he calmed down his impetuous heart in the world. Every time he finished copying a scripture and burned it in front of the Buddha, his heart seemed to become more peaceful.

It's as if I was afraid that I would fall into the mundane world, unable to withstand the temptation, and become the Buddha I am today.

Even if he doesn't become this monk in the future, who can stop his heart towards Buddha.

After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha left...

The golden light suddenly appeared, covering the Buddhist hall layer by layer, as if thousands of Sanskrit sounds descended from the sky, attracting the attention of all the monks in Chaozong Temple.

Hui Kong looked up, a smile appeared on his usually calm face, "It seems that I have figured it out."

"Abbot, what's going on here?" Some young monks looked at the place of the Buddhist hall adoringly, and there was a breath of breath that made them feel very comfortable.

"Huizhen has achieved Buddhahood," Huikong said patiently, "Let people not bother."

"Yes, abbot," the little monk hurried away.

The sound of phoenix cries came from afar, Huikong looked at the scattered phoenix phantom, his expression moved, his spiritual sense chased after him, but no one was there, leaving only a little residual power, which made his heart tremble unceasingly, In this world, there is indeed a more powerful existence.

And if he wants to win the championship, he will not go alone.

The Buddhist hall was opened three days later. Huizhen, who entered in secular clothes, came out wearing cassocks and re-shaved.

"Brother," Huizhen said, looking at the human standing outside, "I know..."

"The Buddha put on the cassock for you again, that is to forgive you," Hui Kong patted him on the shoulder and said, "From today on, you must practice hard."

"But I..." There were still people waiting.

"He has already left," Hui Kong said, taking the news from the royal family, "You didn't do anything disrespectful to him, but what he did was pointing your way."

"Benefactor Shen, you are really different," Huizhen seemed to have figured it out, and praised sincerely, "If we meet again next time, I will definitely introduce it to my senior brother."

"Next time? Okay," Huikong said calmly, his eyes darkened, "You just left the customs, and your cultivation level is still not stable, go and stabilize it with your senior brother."

Huizhen obeyed naturally, and put Shen Danfeng, who was thinking of it, directly behind her head.

……

Without an optical brain, no money, and a robot that scans the optical brain to confirm his identity from time to time on the road, Shen Danfeng's life of escaping marriage can be described as difficult.

But fortunately, Shen can rely on his face or shameless a lot of the time.

There are slums in every city. The houses are worth dozens of square meters. The bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens and bathrooms are all small and crowded together. Call it a ghetto.

There are tens of thousands of similar houses, and there are quite a few people living there. In this central area, there is a market, selling food and performing arts, and there are all kinds of mess, and even some expensive things can be sold. Living here is more like a black market than a flea market.

Poor security management is the overall evaluation of this place.

Because of his practice, Shen Danfeng can block the messy pheromones and glands that the guide brings, but it allows him to move freely among the crowd.

"Child, I'm really a master. You have to learn from me. I promise you will make a hundred times more money than you do now," Shen Danfeng patiently induced while squatting in front of a small booth. Unfortunately, the skewer in his mouth was to let him His words are not convincing, even though he is very good-looking.

The fair-looking boy ignored him, and just put out the copper coins and various compasses. A banner with the word 'fortune-telling' hung on it. Coupled with his too young appearance, he was really unattractive.

"Why don't you believe me?" Shen Danfeng sat down on the cloth he was spreading, causing the young man's face to contort.

"Don't talk nonsense, we don't need to eat today," the young man pushed him up, and regained his facial paralysis expression, "I know you are good at fortune-telling, but if you have this skill, you might as well try to attract customers." Woolen cloth."

Shen Danfeng stood up, and casually rewarded the cleaning robot on the side of the road with the sticks he had eaten, wrinkled with aggrieved heart.

Thinking about him, Patriarch Huang Ye, who has been in the Three Thousand Worlds for many years, anyone who wants to worship him as a teacher can circle the planet three or four times, but this little seedling who has his eyes on him doesn't give him any face.

In the past, the old ancestor used to rob, whether he wanted to or not, but the old ancestor hadn't developed a light brain yet. He was equivalent to a black household and had to rely on young seedlings to support him. It was a shame.

He didn't talk, just leaned quietly to the side, watching the young man yelling continuously, but no one came up to tell the fortune, and those who had bad intentions were naturally broken off by Shen Danfeng.

Lustful people dare not come, and Xiao Miaozi's booth is even less crowded.

This kind of result is not the fault of the little guy being too young, but his algorithm, which is half-true and half-false, and he doesn't know where he learned it, and he doesn't even have any magic weapon, so it can be calculated accurately That's weird.

At the end of the day, with no income, the young man packed his things in a depressed mood, and the sound of stomach rumbling rang in Shen Danfeng's ears, one after another, like singing an aria.

"What an idiot," Shen Danfeng looked at with folded arms, took the signboard in his hand abruptly, and said to a person passing by, "Hey, your family is in a bloodbath."

The man was passing by, and when he heard this, he immediately turned his face angrily, "What are you talking about?! How dare you curse me, I'm so impatient."

"Xiaofeng, don't cause trouble," the young man showed anxiety on his calm face.

But only Shen Danfeng narrated, "Your mother passed away last month, your son and your wife are lying in the hospital, there is no cure for medicine and stones, because it is not a disease, but Yin Qi enters the body, hanging your house everywhere. Break all the mirrors in your house, then burn some of this talisman, and give your wife and son a drink of three-qian rootless water, if it doesn’t work, you can go to him directly.”

Shen Danfeng pinched the young man's drooping head and said, "He can't run away, you can know where he lives if you ask me casually."

The man didn't believe it at first, but when Shen Danfeng's words became more and more realistic, he struggled and hesitated on his face, and finally took the charm Shen Danfeng handed over, half-threateningly said, "If there is a false sentence in what you said, I will definitely tear you to pieces."

After he finished speaking, he ran away quickly, apparently in a hurry.

"He didn't give the money," a trace of melancholy flashed across the boy's face.

"It's okay, I didn't give it today, the ancestor promises that in three days, he will definitely kneel down and give you money," Shen Danfeng said.

"You like to dream all day long," the young man slowly packed up his things, "If something happens to his wife and children, what do you think? I really can't protect you."

If this person hadn't helped him teach the gangster who wanted to trouble him, he would not have been willing to associate with such a willful person.

He seems to have no money and is interested in everything, but he doesn't seem to care about anything. Unlike him, he still has a master to support and take care of in the future. They are not people at the same level.

"It's okay, something really happened, I won't leave you alone to carry it," Shen Danfeng smiled, and followed behind the boy.

The bedroom where two people couldn't move their feet, the narrow kitchen, the separate toilet, everything that was crowded, but everything was neatly tidied up.

Sitting casually on the clean carpet, Shen Danfeng watched the young man tidy up and cook, and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.

He doesn't like on-demand TV, it doesn't look like there are any surprises, he prefers to show as he pleases, and he can even watch commercials with gusto.

Shen Danfeng would have been much happier if she hadn't seen the above royal wedding held as scheduled.

The wedding will be three days later, and if you want to find him within three days, the beauty of the royal family will be daydreaming.

However, if the outside world announced that he is not dead, and his information has not been canceled in the optical brain database, then if he wants to regain an optical brain, the trouble will rise sharply.

"It seems that we really have to go to the black market," Shen Danfeng rubbed his chin.

"What are you doing in the black market?" The boy brought out a simple meal and said, "Don't make trouble anymore."

Shen Danfeng flicked his forehead, "When did I cause trouble?"

"That's too much," the young man snapped his fingers and was about to list them all, and then saw the wedding photo of the second prince on TV in the blink of an eye, pointed at Shen Danfeng with his finger and began to stammer, "Xiao Feng, he grew up with you... long It's like, the name...name...is the same."

Shen Danfeng was immediately filled with righteous indignation, "Yes, this plagiarist who imitates others everywhere must have undergone plastic surgery."

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