Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

The 236th chapter comes with an old way, to count marriage for the poor monks

The tree spirit grandma was dead, and Nie Xiaoqian's real body was destroyed under Fahai's anger. She would stay by his side until Fahai sent her to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Fa Hai moved two steps, volleyed open his palm, and the bright Buddha light burst out instantly. The majestic mana squeezed out, and Lanruo Temple was instantly razed to the ground.

The remaining demon's energy was annihilated, and then, a bunch of golden Buddha lights emerged from the ground like a silky cocoon and gathered in the palm of Fahai. After a while, a thumb-sized Buddha bone relic appeared.

Zhiqiu Yiye looked silly.

This operation is simply amazing.

Fahai injected the power of the Buddha into the relic, and then handed the relic to Zhiqiu Yiye, "Wearing this relic on your body can help you purify your hostility and concentrate on your mind."

Yan Chixia trembled, and said quickly: "Holy monk, this is too expensive, we can't ask for it."

"The power of the relic has been scattered under the Lanruo Temple to protect the only remaining shadow of the Buddha. However, due to the long-term erosion of the demon's air, the power of the relic is extremely weak."

Fahai glanced at the two masters and disciples, "There is power injected by the poor monk in the relics, so you will take the relics to the Shushan Sword Gate."

Speaking of this, Yan Chixia didn't dare to refuse any more, otherwise she would appear hypocritical.

Buddha bone relics have always been the most important thing in major Buddhist temples. Fahai gave them the relics, which is a great virtue.

Zhiqiu Yiye took the relic and sincerely bowed to Fahai, "Thank you, holy monk."

"It's okay."

Fahai waved his hand casually.

"Nie Xiaoqian, do you know Ning Caichen?"

Fahai asked suddenly.

Nie Xiaoqian's cheek revealed a suspicious look, "Holy monk, who is Ning Caichen?"

"Poor monk just ask."

After the words were over, Su Ming took out the Demon Dropping Bowl and took her in. Looking at Yan Chixia, the two masters and disciples, "Let's say goodbye to each other."

"Thanks to the holy monk."

The master and apprentice thank you again.

"Zhiqiu Yiye, after entering the Sword Gate of Shu Mountain, I hope you will practice diligently. Don't let the poor monks take pains."

Zhiqiu straightened his waist and said, "Holy monk rest assured, I will work hard to cultivate."

"Such the best."

As he spoke, Fahai Xianting walked out, one hundred meters away, and disappeared in no time. Zhiqiu Yiye exclaimed again and again, "The saint monk's Taoism is really unfathomable."

Yan Chixia nodded, "The holy monk's mana is as powerful as the ocean, which is shocking."

"Master, the holy monk is already proving that the two-god Arahant has become a Buddhist Venerable. Do you think his Dharma can be compared with the Venerable Western Spirit Mountain?"

Zhiqiu Yiye asked suddenly.

Yan Chixia looked confused, "Do you think you have seen Venerable Arhat in Lingshan as a teacher?"

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"Maiyi counts the destiny, the future, and the marriage relationship. It is not allowed to not collect the money."

After Fahai and Yan Chixia parted ways, they continued to arrange their own work, travel the world, lay out the world, and look for Chi You's reincarnation by the way.

At this time, he was resting in a teahouse beside the country trail. Opposite him, a white-bearded old man looked at him with a smile.

Fa Hai looked at him helplessly, "Daoist, the poor monk is a disciple of the Buddhism. You just tell the poor monk fortune-telling, how do you count the marriage for the poor monk?"

The old Tao looked at him with a smile, "The old Tao sees that the young master cultivates the Dharma in his heart, does not cut the seven emotions and six desires, and keeps the worldly affairs."

Fahai frowned.

This old-fashioned kind of skill is so accurate.

However, Fahai naturally cannot show it. The Dharma he cultivated is evil in the eyes of the Buddhas in Lingshan. There is a way that three people become tigers. If there are too many people who know it, it can be made out of nothing by passing it on.

"The Taoist master can really laugh."

When I heard the old way, my eyes suddenly narrowed, and he said profoundly: "Little master, the monks don't stop talking."

Fahai really spit out a **** thing.

Where did this old way come from?

"Little master, Poor Dao is the most tight-lipped. Don't worry, Old Dao will never speak out."

Lao Dao looked at Fahai and said word by word: "However, there is one condition. The little master must let Lao Dao count the marriage for you."

Fahai,"……"

He has nothing to say.

Fahai waved helplessly, "Okay, the poor monk will let you count."

"Little master, you are cheap, so good at the beginning, you have to let the old way threaten you."

The old Dao didn't care whether Fahai was angry or not, and his speechlessness irritated him. Then he took out a tortoise shell, took out a few copper coins and put it in, muttering words in his mouth, and shook the shell with his hands.

Seeing his unskilled movements, Fahai's eyelids jerked.

This is training with him.

After a while, the old Tao poured out the copper coins from the turtle shell. He pulled the coin away and stared at the coin. Daomen divination involves the art of gossip, Fahai knows nothing about it, and can only watch the old Dao play tricks.

"Little master, your marriage is not going well."

The old Tao suddenly stared at Fahai and said.

The corner of Fahai's mouth twitched suddenly, and he couldn't help asking, "Dao Master, don't you need to look at the line of marriage in your palm when calculating marriage? What are you?"

The old Dao snorted, "Looking at the marriage line to calculate the marriage, it is the next success. The old way spells can reach the sky, so naturally there is no need for such trouble."

"Daoist, to be honest, it is even more troublesome for you to divination like this."

"Little master, are you laughing at the old way?"

Old Tao asked with a sullen face.

Fahai's face twitched, "Said the master, the poor monk will not interrupt."

"Humph."

The old Dao snorted, "The old Dao is the most tight-lipped and will never talk nonsense."

Fahai,"……"

Yes, this old way is threatening again.

"The old way sees that your marriage is not going well, and it takes several twists and turns to cultivate a positive result. Your partner is not an ordinary person, but a fairy from the sky."

The old man stroked his beard and pretended to say, "There is a lot of trouble between you. If you are a Buddhism person with a mortal woman, you can barely make it. But she is a fairy, and the sky is strict..."

"stop!"

Fahai quickly stopped the old way and continued.

"Dao Master, do you know how to tell fortune-telling? I am a buddhist person, and I have to abide by the rules and regulations, how can I..."

"Little master, you interrupted the old way again."

The old Dao said sternly.

Fa Hai looked helpless, this old way seemed to take him down.

The teahouse Xiaoer was drowsy, and suddenly he became interested when he heard the old words. He moved a bench to sit aside and listened quietly.

"Little master, you are born with roots of wisdom and extraordinary understanding. In the future, you must become a Buddha and become an ancestor, but marriage is unbreakable. This is what you must experience on the road of cultivation."

Old Tao said, shaking his head.

Fahai's expression moved slightly.

"Ji?"

The old Dao glared at him, "When did the old Dao say that this was your catastrophe? Tell you, this is your blessing. You are with her, which is very helpful to your practice. You walk the world to experience the world and understand the true meaning of Buddhism. The same is true for the seven emotions and six desires, how can you see through without experiencing emotion?

Fahai was thoughtful, and his old words were not without reason.

Seeing this, the old Dao blinked, a cunning color passing by in his eyes. He said solemnly: "The secret of heaven must not be divulged. I hope the little master can remember so many things."

As he spoke, he was already gone.

"Master, master..."

The teahouse Xiaoer yelled twice, and Fahai looked at it suspiciously. Xiao Er smiled, "Master, do you know any other fairies? Can you introduce one to me?"

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