Journey to the West: Confucian Supreme

Chapter 60: Abbot of Jinshan Temple

At this time, in the Jinshan Temple in the mortal world, a new host was welcomed today.

“In the future, I will have to ask a few more senior brothers to take care of me.” An old monk with a peaceful face and a simple robe saluted several monks around him with his hands folded.

“Where, where, how dare I call Senior Brother, thanks to Senior Brother Fahai saving my reputation in Jinshan Temple.” A few monks next to him hurriedly said that they did not dare.

Seeing this, Fahai was no longer polite, so he led everyone to chant, to pray for the newly deceased presiding officer.

Several monks also sat down and began to chant with Fahai, but Fahai closed his eyes and memorized, and the rest of them all had a scripture book in their hands, reading word by word.

Fortunately, there were many people, and for a while, the chanting in the hall was quite solemn.

And several monks sitting in the front row, following the pretense, also breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

They were originally monks with positions, and they had not done these homework for a long time, and now they were just coping with errands.

And there is only one reason why these people with real power can sit here, and that is to show a few more faces in front of an unusual host.

Just a few days ago, the temple was going to welcome several temples nearby, the triennial grand feast,

It is said that it is a prayer feast, in fact, it is just a mutual argument, and if any temple is ugly on this, it is simply not worthy of being called a serious temple.

Usually several temples are generally tacit, will not let this happen, the feast under control, will be a tie, the last peaceful scene.

All are winners.

But this year, for some reason, several temples seemed to have discussed it, and they all attacked Jinshan Temple.

Directly caused the old host to be angry and attacked, and he actually vomited blood and fell ill.

And Fahai, who came here not long ago to place an order, stepped forward at this time and took the initiative to take over the Great Jing Feast.

The disciples of Jinshan Temple were originally reluctant to go up, after all, no one could block a few sieges, so they were happy to let Fahai go.

In their opinion, it is a shame anyway, as long as it is not a shame yourself.

However, Fahai talked with the monks of several temples at the prayer banquet, and debated for three days without changing his face, and no one could refute him.

In the end, the senior monks of several temples were speechless, and Fahai became the first winner of the Great Jing Feast for more than ten years.

Fahai was in the limelight in Jinshan Temple for a while, but Fahai was still at peace, still the same as before, chanting the sutra when he should chant, sweeping the floor when he should sweep the floor.

It was not until the old abbot was about to pass away that he called Fahai and the monks together, saying that he wanted to pass the presiding officer to Fahai.

The monks had to agree, firstly, because although they were dying, they were full of prestige, and no one dared to resist them for a while.

Second, no one dares to say that he is more proficient in Buddhist scriptures than Fahai, and it is difficult to use them in the next place.

Moreover, Fahai has always looked like a match since he came, so no one worries about whose interests he will mobilize after he sits in the chairmanship.

After all, everyone wants their boss to be a good old man, and monks are no exception.

Until now, after Fahai took the position of host, he did not rush to check the accounts, but led everyone to read the Past Life Sutra for the old host, naturally no one was worried about anything.

A large passage of the Past Life Sutra, which was read for most of the day, only then did Fahai stop speaking.

The monks on the surface of the river had long wiped their sweat, and some even ran out secretly. 、

Only the steward monks in the front row, who had positions in the monastery, did not sneak away.

Fahai turned his head to look around, and several people on the futon had long disappeared, and the already wide Daxiong treasure hall appeared empty.

Although this scene was this, Fahai was not angry, but just clasped his hands together at the extremely steward monk who was still sitting, and gently saluted: “Please go back first, and I will recite a past life sutra for the old master here.” ”

Some of the several steward monks wanted to be polite, but they were quickly pulled by their companions, and said with a smile: “We are in the monastery, so we are not allowed to delay, so we will be tired of presiding over the chanting alone.” ”

Fahai signaled that several people could leave, and those few people really did not hesitate and fled out of the hall.

Several of them thought they had gone far and complained.

“This is a monk, it’s just a sour showman, it’s just a scripture, is it necessary to read it all?” Can the old host hear or say more? ”

“Senior brother is right, if you want me to say, it’s better to go to Tanaka to collect rent for fun.”

“That’s it, that’s it, senior brother, if you want to collect rent, you must bring me, those poor sour men who can’t pay the rent, the wife at home is good, and the few rough guys are cheap.”

“Haha, when the junior brother speaks, naturally they want to be together, but on the accounts that the junior brother manages, you must let go.”

“Hey, it’s just a small thing, easy to say, good to say.”

A few people left in a hurry, and what they didn’t know was that after they left, Huan Hai silently closed the door of the hall.

Sit down cross-legged and continue chanting.

It wasn’t until it was nearly night that Fahai slowly stopped speaking.

Looking at the urn of the old host enshrined in front of the golden body of the Buddha, his voice said indifferently: “I am a half-step arhat, and I have chanted the Past Life Sutra for you, which can be regarded as repaying the cause of killing you, and you and I will have nothing to do with it in the future.” ”

The words actually revealed that the old host was killed by him.

After speaking, Fahai looked up at the golden body of the Buddha, sneered, and said, “Rulai, you are also worthy of offering the golden body?” There is a waste Buddha like you in heaven and earth, and Buddha rises and falls, and I can replace it. ”

If the Western Buddha knows Fahai’s words, no matter whose disciple he is, there will only be one end to the destruction of all forms and gods.

The golden cicada is only because he bumped into the Buddha’s sentence, even if he is a disciple of the Buddha, he is directly punished on the spot, suffered ten lifetimes, and then experienced the Western Heaven to obtain scriptures, in order to reluctantly return to the Buddha’s land in another identity.

And Fahai actually said here that he would replace the Buddha, this kind of madness, even the most extraterrestrial devil, can rarely be compared.

“Bai Suzhen, Bai Ziyun? Oh, I will follow you two to begin the path of enlightenment, to dye the blue sky black. Fahai said inexplicable words, the corners of his mouth flashed a compassionate smile, sitting on the futon, and one person fell into the silent night.

And Bai Ziyun, who was chanted by Fahai at this time, did not return to Chaozhou City now, but came to a high mountain.

He was originally flying high in the air, and suddenly felt the unusual density of the spiritual energy here, and under the attraction, he came to this mountain.

The mortal world does not need the heavenly realm, and the aura is much sparser.

Everywhere the aura is dense, it is generally occupied by immortal gods who have been famous for a long time.

Occasionally, there are ownerless, and there will be local monsters.

Sun Wukong, one of Bai Ziyun’s apprentices, suffered nine times out of ten to protect the Tang monks along the way from obtaining scriptures, was caused by local demons.

And the reason why Bai Ziyun was interested in this place was naturally not just to enjoy the wonders, but most importantly, to find the most suitable place for the Wen Xiu Daoist system, as the mortal dojo of the Wen Xiu Dao system. _

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