Journey to the West: The companion Hongmeng Pearl, the white snake helps me practice

Fahai was sitting cross-legged in the bushes, hiding his bald head very well. But Ye Qingzhou revealed his mistake, and he looked a little embarrassed for a moment. Immediately, he sighed secretly and frowned, saying, "Little donor, don't cry first. Why are you in this forest? Where are your parents?"

Ye Qingzhou rubbed his innocent eyes with his chubby little hands and said aggrievedly, "Dad and mother were starved to death. Uncle Wang next door wanted to eat me, so I kept running and running, and then I came here..."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

Fahai silently chanted the Buddha's name: "The world is difficult, he wants to kill you, but also to fill his stomach..."

"Little donor, since your parents are dead, it is difficult for you to survive alone in this world."

"Instead of mistakenly entering the forest and being eaten by wild beasts, it is better to be eaten by Uncle Wang next door."

"Although you died, you can save the lives of his family, so this is also a merit."

"I will send you down the mountain and hand you over to Uncle Wang next door. Are you willing?"

Ye Qingzhou: "..."

No matter where these words are placed, they are quite explosive.

Without any hesitation, Ye Qingzhou's little head shook like a rattle.

Seeing this, Fahai shook his head and said disappointedly: "You are only a few years old, you should have a pure heart. Even the Buddha is willing to cut off his own flesh to save sentient beings, but you don't even have a bit of kindness."

"If you agree with what I said just now, it proves that you have wisdom. If you have a connection with my Buddha, I can accept you as a disciple and save your life."

"Since you have no Buddha nature, there is nothing I can do."

Ye Qingzhou's scalp numbed.

Okay, okay, is this how you play it?

If you want to save, then save. If you don't want to save, then get out. Make room for the good people!

"Come here."

Fahai looked at Ye Qingzhou again, his eyes showing compassion.

He slowly stood up, put the Zen stick and golden bowl in his hands aside, and took off the bag behind him.

He slowly opened the bag and took out a piece of bread: "I have a piece of bread here. After you are full, leave here and fend for yourself."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the child stretched out his dirty little hand and put it on the golden bowl.

"Haha," Fahai shook his head and smiled: "You kid, you are so unruly. My golden bowl is not heavy, but if you are not a compassionate person, you can't lift it."

Ye Qingzhou exerted force on his hand and picked up the golden bowl.

Fahai was dumbfounded and frowned: "Strange, this golden bowl is a Buddhist magic weapon. Only compassionate magic can drive it. If you are not a person who does good deeds and accumulates virtue, you can't pick it up at all!"

He couldn't imagine how this six or seven-year-old child in front of him, who had no wisdom, could have the ability to lift his golden bowl!

"Do good deeds and accumulate virtue?"

Ye Qingzhou weighed the golden bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "Kill all the evil spirits in the mountain. Is this merit enough?"

After the voice fell, he flipped his palm and the golden bowl disappeared. He directly put it into the Hongmeng space.

Fahai's face suddenly sank, and he picked up his Zen stick: "So you are a cultivator. May I ask where your master is?"

Ye Qingzhou did not answer, and there was a bit of doubt in his clear eyes.

Because in the judgment of Hongmeng Pearl, Fahai's information has changed.

[Fahai, a Buddhist monk, a terrestrial immortal, has killed good people, sins, and is a demon]

Fahai, who lost the blessing of the golden bowl, suddenly turned from a Taoist monk into a sinful demon.

Ye Qingzhou said, "Old bald donkey, I really thought you were a great monk, but I didn't expect you to have killed people?"

Fahai was surprised and refuted, "It was not my intention to kill people, it was all the fault of the white snake."

"I just wanted to eliminate the demon and benefit the people. It was the woodcutter who didn't know the time and insisted on protecting the white snake, so I accidentally injured him..."

The woodcutter protecting the white snake.

A tattered axe suddenly appeared in Ye Qingzhou's mind.

The axe was still hidden at home. It was brought back by his sister-in-law. It was the only relic of his dead brother.

I originally thought that my brother really fell off the cliff and died, but unexpectedly...

He died at the hands of Fahai, the old bald donkey.

"The person you killed is my brother!"

Ye Qingzhou's childish voice was full of hatred.

Just like before, he would feel sad when he thought of "brother".

Ye Qingzhou had indeed never seen that brother, but the anger in his heart at this moment was very real.

"Amitabha..."

Fahai showed a repentant look: "I am willing to repay this karma."

"Pay back your life!"

Ye Qingzhou grasped the air, and the bright

He held the silver Xuanhua axe upside down in his hand, with the wide axe hanging on the ground.

"But, but only after I eliminate all the demons in the world."

Fahai clenched the scepter in his hand, but said it righteously.

Eliminate all the demons in the world? When can they be eliminated? It is clear that he is making trouble.

"Giant Spirit Dharma Body!"

Ye Qingzhou used action to fight back, stomping on the ground, and the magic power in his body boiled.

The spiritual light was rising and surrounding his body. A Dharma body condensed behind him, rising against the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was ten feet high.

The appearance of the same six-year-old child is a giant. The giant axe in his hand is condensed with magic power and has dense patterns, which seems to have the power to split the mountain.

The Dharma body appeared in the world, and the spiritual energy of the world within a hundred miles was turbulent, like the rise and fall of the tide, and strange phenomena appeared.

"Magic power?"

"Immortal product?!"

Fahai was stunned on the spot.

He had already felt Ye Qingzhou's cultivation at this moment.

He was just a small earth immortal in the early stage of Lianxu Hedao.

But when the immortal-level magical power appeared, he felt desperate.

If he had the golden bowl in his hand, he would have the confidence to compete with the immortal-level magical power.

But now...

"Boom!"

The giant axe fell, and the power was overwhelming and unavoidable.

In front of Ye Qingzhou who used the giant spirit body, he was as small as a mouse.

Fahai had to hold up his Zen stick to resist, but it was broken on the spot with a "clang". The next moment, the sharp coldness came, and he was frightened to tremble.

It's over...

It's completely over...

Fahai was stunned in place, and countless scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw his childhood, born in wealth, and spent all his family wealth just to find immortals and visit the Tao.

Finally one day, God did not disappoint those who worked hard, and he found a fairy mountain and met the immortal.

But he was rejected when he wanted to become a disciple. The immortal said that he had no roots and could not cultivate immortality...

Fahai was desperate and wanted to jump off a cliff to commit suicide, but he accidentally got a golden bowl.

It was the golden bowl that changed his life and allowed him to master the power of immortals. He only needed to kill demons and monsters, and the magic power of the golden bowl would grow, and his power would also become stronger.

After successfully practicing, the first thing Fahai did was to kill the person who had rejected him and said that he had no roots to cultivate immortality. The other party was just a cultivator who practiced spirit refining and anti-emptiness.

Will you lose your magic power after killing someone? Can't use the golden bowl?

At that time, Fahai was panicking.

But he soon found that as long as he did good deeds for a while, his magic power would be restored.

So far, he put on a cassock, took a Zen stick, shaved his head, and showed himself as a monk.

He called himself Fahai.

The huge axe fell, the ground shook, and the bald man with white hair and beard was smashed into pulp.

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