Heavenly Master, I have a different world

"Woo..."

A dark wind swept through.

In front of the Ci'en Temple, the grass, trees and fallen leaves trembled slightly, and a shadow floated silently on the scene.

"ghost!"

"Scary ghost!"

The expressions of the monks changed drastically. First they hurriedly retreated, and then they bravely grasped the sticks in their hands, but they did not dare to get close.

Wan Xing raised his head and looked at Sun Die holding the fetus behind him, and his body couldn't help but tremble:

"Sun...Miss Sun."

Sun Die raised his hand to set up the Zen staff, and also looked down, his beautiful eyes filled with tears at some point.

"Silly monk."

She shook her head gently:

"I hurt you."

"No!" Yuan Xing shook his head:

"It was Miss Sun who perfected the roundness and made me understand what love is and what Buddha is. Without Miss Sun, there would be no roundness at this moment."

"Ha..." Sun Die raised his head and looked up at the sky:

"You are such a stupid monk. I am only with you to have a child. Maybe... I am also coveting the pleasure of a man and a woman."

"But I've never had any real feelings."

"Why do you have to do this?"

As long as this stupid monk admits his mistake, Master Wuyuan will let him go, but this stupid monk is so stupid and stubborn that it makes people feel distressed.

"Wuanxing loves Miss Sun, but we don't ask Miss Sun to fall in love with Yuanxing. How can we force her to love or not love you?" Yuanxing clasped his hands together:

"Miss Sun, you have no regrets."

?

Fang Zheng pursed his lips.

This is really affectionate dog licking, and the object of the licking is not a human.

"Silly monk..." Sun Die shook his head:

"What a silly monk."

The 'lover' whom he was in love with killed himself with his own hands, but this monk, who had only had a few nights of love, was able to have no regrets.

Three days to come.

She attached herself to Yuanxing, listened to him recite the sutras of the past life, and saw him kowtow sincerely and praying step by step without regrets until his death. When she thought about this, she felt at a loss.

"Monk."

She looked down and said in a leisurely voice:

"You're going to die."

"Yes." Yuan Xing grinned, and the blood and dirt on his face turned pale in front of those bright eyes:

"Being able to see Miss Sun before she died, Yuan Xing died without any regrets."

"If there is an afterlife, the young monk is willing to serve in front of the Buddha and pray for Miss Sun day and night. I hope that Miss Sun can let go of the resentment in her heart and be reborn in bliss."

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together and slowly knelt down towards Sun Die as if he were kneeling before the Buddha, and the shaky aura on his body fell away.

he died.

"Monk..."

Sun Die's eyes flashed, and she lowered her head to look at the fetus in her arms, tears falling down:

"Child, kid."

"My son is innocent..."

"I hope... there will be no next life!"

A ball of bright light suddenly appeared in the field. Fang Zheng raised his head to cover his eyes, only to feel a warmth sweep across the field. Then he saw that Sun Die had disappeared from the field.

"Look!"

Someone shouted:

"Look at the roundness!"

Fang Zheng heard this and went away.

But he saw a spiritual light quietly emerge from the already breathless Yuan Xing, nourishing the injured body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

in a blink.

The skin and flesh that had been worn away on his legs and hands had recovered.

The already dead body suddenly burst into life like buds blooming in early spring.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The heart begins to beat, and the breathing appears and gradually becomes steady.

Resurrection from the dead?

Is there such a thing as this in the world?

"Amitabha!" Master Wuyuan clasped his hands together.

"Infinite longevity and blessings." Zhang Mingrui saluted with one hand.

"Uh..." Fang Zheng looked confused:

"what happened?"

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"Violent ghosts are the product of the combination of human souls and resentment. They are murderous, cruel, and crazy... but people have good and bad ghosts as well."

Zhang Mingrui said:

"Some ghosts, because of their special obsessions, can even bring good luck to people."

"certainly,"

"They are usually not called ghosts. They can be called 'spirits'. Such existences are very rare and will disappear once the spiritual energy in the body is consumed."

"So..." Fang Zheng asked:

"Miss Sun changed from a fierce ghost to a 'spirit'?"

"You can say that." Zhang Mingrui nodded:

"Ms. Sun possessed Yuan Xing, listened to her reciting the mantra for rebirth, and saw that she was willing to pray for her even if she harmed herself physically. She was moved in her heart, and the resentment in her body gradually dissipated."

"Finally, when he disappeared, he transferred his spirituality into Yuanying's body and brought him back to life."

"It's more than just coming back from the dead." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Wanying can be said to have reached the sky in one step, directly becoming a third-blood warrior. Moreover, he has a profound foundation in his body. I am afraid he can go one step further."

Doesn’t it mean that you lick the dog, lick the dog, and lick the dog until there is nothing left?

Why is it different when you get to the monk?

Is it special to be bald?

"Um."

After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng asked:

"So, this was Master Wuyuan's plan from the beginning? He never gave up on roundness from the beginning? Is he acting in questioning?"

"There shouldn't be any plans." Zhang Mingrui said:

"At that time, there was really no good way to solve the problem of the evil spirit that Ms. Sun transformed into possessing Yuan Xing. Killing the evil spirit would also kill Yuan Xing."

"It's better to let Miss Sun understand Yuan Xing's intentions."

"You saw the result."

"Yes!" Fang Zheng sighed softly:

"Roundness is infatuated."

It was clear that the other party didn't love him at all, and used him as a tool to borrow money, and even almost caused his death, but he still had no regrets.

The ultimate dog licking is nothing more than that.

"Then why is the Taoist Master here?"

"I'm afraid that if Master Wu Yuan is soft-hearted and can't bear to kill Li Gui, then Pindao will naturally take action."

"Can you beat her?"

"With the magic sword here, there should be no problem in protecting yourself." Zhang Mingrui's expression condensed:

"Besides, how can we avoid conquering demons because we are afraid? However, Master Wuyuan's methods are indeed much better than Pindao. Influencing evil ghosts with compassion can be said to accomplish multiple things with one stone."

"admire!"

Fang Zheng cupped his hands, patted his sleeves, stood up and walked towards the main hall.

Master Wuyuan sat in the middle, and Wanxing, who had changed into a white monk's robe, knelt in front of the Buddha.

He was already handsome, but now after going down the mountain to practice, the childishness in his body disappeared, and his face became more compassionate.

"Boom!"

Master Wuyuan tapped the wooden fish:

"Yuanxing, can you wake up?"

"Master." Yuan Xing kowtowed:

"Disciple has awakened."

"Good." Master Wuyuan nodded and asked:

"Buddha and Miss Sun, which one is more important?"

"The Buddha is Miss Sun." Yuan Xing replied:

"This disciple loves me, the Buddha, with the same heart he loves Miss Sun."

"Good!" Master Wuyuan nodded again and chanted:

"All things are impermanent."

Yuan Xing put his hands together and said:

"All dharmas have no self!"

"Boom!"

The sound of wooden fish sounded.

"Nirvana Silence!"

For a moment, Fang Zheng couldn't tell whether the last sentence was spoken by Master Wu Yuan or Yuan Xing, or whether it was spoken by both of them in unison. He could only hear the sound of the Buddha chanting echoing in his ears for a long time.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Mingrui spoke.

On the way down the mountain, Fang Zheng asked his doubts:

"Has Yuan Xing let go of Miss Sun?"

"Why let go?" Zhang Mingrui chuckled:

"Miss Sun created the roundness he has now. Miss Sun will always be in his life, and this will not change no matter what."

"To change your roundness for the better is the greatest letting go and the greatest compassion."

"Only by adhering to love can we adhere to the Buddha." He looked back towards the direction of the temple and sighed:

"Master Wuyuan is right, the wisdom of roundness is deeply rooted."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

He still doesn't quite understand.

…………

"I still love Miss Sun. Today's Miss Sun is everything I love, compassion, my Buddha, and all living beings..."

"Miss Sun's shadow can be seen in everything in the world. As the master said, one's spiritual practice requires walking in the world."

"In this way, we can understand what Buddha is."

"What does letting go mean?"

"Amitabha."

In the study room of the temple, Wan Xing put down his pen and paper, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. A ball of pure Buddha light quietly emerged from his body.

"Amitabha." Master Wuyuan, who was meditating, seemed to have noticed something. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the study with a smile on his face:

"There is another Arhat in Ci'en Temple."

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"Master Fang."

The sixth master of the Sun family gently stroked his beard and said:

"This house has four entrances and two side courtyards. It covers an area of ​​several acres. It only costs six hundred taels of silver, which is not expensive at all."

"Um."

Regarding the price, Fang Zheng was noncommittal and asked:

"As far as I know, this house is owned by the Sun family. Although Miss Sun and his wife have passed away, it shouldn't be the old man who has the final say, right?"

The location where the two of them are now is the residence of Sun Die and Yu Yanghong.

After the two people died, the house was abandoned. Now the Sun family was planning to sell it, so he was invited over first as an acquaintance.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang."

The sixth master of the Sun family said hurriedly:

"This matter has been discussed and decided by everyone in my Sun family. No one will have any objections. Even the house deed can be done fairly in the Yamen."

"As long as you buy it, there will be no trouble!"

The Sun family had many quarrels during this period over this house.

The big house has no heirs, and everyone wants to occupy the other houses, but they are asked to pay for it but they can't. If several families occupy it together, you can imagine how noisy it will be in the future.

After a long discussion, we finally decided to sell it and divide the money so that no one had any objections.

but……

It’s not easy to sell either.

"You've had people die here."

Fang Zheng said:

"Although Miss Sun and I are familiar with each other, the fact that Miss Sun stole someone and got pregnant is well known to everyone. In addition, she also killed someone, which is a taboo for rich people."

"Six hundred taels, that's expensive!"

"This..." The sixth master of the Sun family looked slightly stiff and said hurriedly:

"That's why we priced it at 600 taels. Otherwise, it would be more than 600 taels. I'm afraid it could easily be sold at 800 taels."

"Young master Fang doesn't know. Our Sun family spent a lot of effort to build this house. The wood used is all good wood."

"The tables, chairs, benches, calligraphy and paintings here are all made by famous artists and are of great value."

He spoke quickly and introduced:

"Just take out the things here and sell them in bulk, and you can sell them for more than one or two hundred taels of silver."

"Really?" Fang Zheng stepped into the house, his face immediately darkened:

"Is this what you call valuable?"

The sixth master of the Sun family entered the house and glanced at the empty room. Not to mention the tables, chairs and benches, even the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls had been looted. What he saw was a rough house.

"Who did it?"

He couldn't help roaring angrily, his whole body shaking with anger:

"Who did it?"

Although he was angry on the face, he was very clear in his heart.

The people who can enter the house during this period must be people from the Sun family, and probably his own brothers from the sixth house are indispensable.

"Ha..." Fang Zheng chuckled:

"Six hundred taels?"

He shook his head slightly:

"A not-so-prosperous place, a deserted house that has been looted, and there have been deaths and scandals. You want to sell it for 600 taels?"

"dream!"

"Farewell!"

Saying that, he turned and left.

"Young Master Fang." The Sixth Master's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly chased after him:

“The price is negotiable!”

"I remember that the place where you live now is also owned by the Sun family. If you buy this place, it can be given to you as a gift."

"Five hundred taels." He stretched out his five hands and said:

"How about five hundred taels?"

"It really can't get any cheaper. If it's cheaper, it won't be as high as when I bought it. Five hundred taels is not enough, how about four hundred and eighty taels?"

“This time we really can’t leave it any less!”

"Four hundred and eighty taels?" Fang Zheng paused and said:

"There won't be any other trouble?"

"No." Seeing him stop, the Sixth Master nodded hurriedly:

"There will be absolutely no further trouble."

“A free gift where I live now?”

"free!"

"Hmm." Fang Zheng asked thoughtfully:

"Can the process be completed within three days?"

"Three days?" The Sixth Master looked hesitant. There wasn't much of a problem at the Yamen. It could be settled in one day just by spending some money and walking around.

However, we have not yet discussed how to divide the houses in the Sun family, so three days is a little short.

"No?" Fang Zheng shook his head:

"forget about it."

"Okay!" The Sixth Master said anxiously:

"It's definitely no problem!"

Let’s take the money first, and we’ll talk about how to distribute it when the time comes. The main thing now is to sell this unlucky mansion as soon as possible.

"Then four hundred and eighty taels."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"I can only contribute two hundred taels now, and the remaining money will be given over time."

He is not even willing to directly pay for the Wang family's formula for thunderous red porcelain, for fear of causing trouble, and it is even more impossible to pay for it now.

"ah?"

The expression of the Sixth Master changed again.

"Don't worry." Fang Zheng said:

"It could be as soon as two months or as slowly as half a year. I will definitely give you the remaining money. You can sign a note and I will pay the interest."

"This..." Mr. Six thought for a while and replied:

"I need to discuss it with others. Mr. Fang also knows that this house belongs to the Sun family, and I alone have the final say."

"Yeah." Fangzheng said, all right.

"Then Fang is waiting for news from you."

He was not kept waiting for long.

The next day, the sixth master of the Sun family came to visit and even brought the house deed directly, so that he could go to the Yamen to have it notarized on the same day.

Such speed made Fang Zheng hesitate.

Will not have any problems?

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with the house. The Sun family just wants to get the money as soon as possible. After all, there are not many people in Gu'an County who can spare so much money.

Other wealthy people have no interest at all in the Sun family mansion where people have died and been involved in scandals.

With Yinliang opening the way, the process went very quickly. After three days, Zheng became the owner of the mansion and moved in openly.

"Put the stuff over there!"

"right!"

"Put this in that room."

Wu Hai asked people to move things, and when they were ready to be packed, he clapped his hands neatly and walked over:

"Master, this yard is really good as long as you don't have those bad things happen, but your things are a little short, and even two rooms are too small, and it's not popular enough."

In such a big yard, Fangzheng is the only person currently living there.

"yes!"

Looking around, the courtyard is wide but silent, which inevitably makes people feel desolate.

"My boss." Wu Hai whispered:

"Have you ever considered finding a mistress for this yard?"

Fang Zheng's heart moved.

His parents died when he was young. Although he was accompanied by his uncle, they could only live together as a couple. He actually paid great attention to relationships and his significant other.

Dapeng knows this best.

According to Dapeng, Fang Zheng lacks love.

It was precisely because of this that he was deceived and fell in love with that woman in high school. He could not get better for several years, and later became entangled with Guo Erqiu.

"Wu Hai."

Touching his chin, Fang Zheng asked:

"What do you think of the young master of Panshe Martial Arts School?"

Du Qiaoyun has a good appearance and a good figure. The most important thing is that he has a good personality and gets along well with him. The two of them have experienced life and death together.

Maybe,

You can try to talk.

"Miss Du." Wu Hai nodded:

"Great."

"Speaking of which, I prepared a gift for Miss Du." Fang smiled:

"I'll go see her later."

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"Miss Du!"

"Master Fang!"

The two met at the door of the martial arts hall and said in unison:

"I have something to say!"

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Du Qiaoyun pursed his lips and chuckled:

"Master Fang, we really have a tacit understanding."

"Yes." Fang Zheng nodded and said with a smile:

"Miss Du, you should speak first."

"Yes." Du Qiaoyun nodded, a blush appeared on his face, and his expression became a little nervous. He lowered his head and whispered:

"Third senior brother is back, and dad is planning to get us engaged in the next few days."

"..." Fang Zheng's smile was frozen and his face was blank.

"Master Fang?"

"Oh!" Fang Zheng came to his senses and handed over the package in his hand expressionlessly:

"Miss Du has helped me a lot during this time, and Fang has nothing to offer in return. I saw that the soft sword you have is not of high quality, so I asked someone to make one specially."

Inside the package is a sword box.

"Click..."

Opening the sword box, a cold light appeared on the spot.

"This..." Du Qiaoyun picked up the soft sword. He knew the value of the sword just by shaking it slightly, and couldn't help but shake his head:

"Master Fang, this is so precious!"

This sword has a simple and elegant shape, an extremely sharp blade, and its flexibility is astonishingly good.

Selling for a hundred taels of silver is not a problem.

Even more than that!

"It doesn't matter."

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Without Miss Du, it's still unclear whether Fang could have survived to this day. Isn't Fang's life worth this sword?"

"So be it!"

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to refuse, he stuffed the things into Du Qiaoyun's arms and turned around to leave.

Return to the yard.

Fang Zheng looked at the sky speechlessly.

I just feel like I have no hope of being single.

a long time.

He took out his erhu from the house, sat on a wooden bench under the tree in the courtyard and gently strummed the strings.

Sadness, desolation, and wisps of wisps, like misty clouds and mist that are hard to fathom, like the uncertain breeze without a trace, a low, hoarse, tear-jerking voice sounded.

Wu Hai poked his head out of the front yard, then pulled it back with a strange look on his face.

"Didn't my boss say he's looking for Miss Du from the Coiling Snake Martial Arts School?"

"Why do you come back like this?"

"Um……"

"Is it possible that you have fallen out of love again?"

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