Ungodly Evil Spirit

"Wow!"

As soon as Ling Shui touched the golden body of the Buddha statue, it seemed to be sucked in. The next moment, the Buddha statue shot out a golden light, shining the whole room like daylight, making people unable to open their eyes.

When the golden light dissipated, the golden body of the Buddha statue was restored to its original shape again, and Ye Fan's exhaustion was relieved in the golden light just now, and his spirit improved a lot for a while.

"Master, this...what is going on?"

Ye Fan looked closely at the Buddha statue in front of him, and saw that under the irrigation of spiritual water, the rust on the gold body of the Buddha statue had disappeared a lot, and it was undergoing transformation.

"Continue tomorrow, you will understand from now on!"

Monk Ji didn't say much, and after a faint utterance, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate cross-legged on the simple bed.

Ye Fan scratched his head, guessing a lot in his heart, but there was no reason, so he finally lay down and rested.

Early the next morning, Ye Fan picked up the pole bucket again and headed down the mountain.

After bidding farewell to Monk Ji at the door, Ye Fan embarked on this arduous road again.

He chose this path himself, and he must finish it by himself.

On the way down the mountain, Ye Fan had plenty of time to recall the past, think about the future, as well as people and things from the world.

He first came to the Arhat Temple, purely to eliminate the devil qi, but when he learned that Mahayana Buddhism can not only eliminate the evil spirits, but also eliminate the demons, Ye Fan resolutely chose to stay.

Compared with the devilish energy, the heart is surrounded by demons and is more terrifying.

The heart demon is not visible, but the demon energy has disappeared in Ye Fan's mind at this moment. It may have been sealed by Monk Ji by unknown means, or it has been eliminated.

In short, Ye Fan's state at the moment, despite his weakness, is very healthy, with no troubles.

Three months have passed since the days of going down the mountain and going up the mountain in the blink of an eye. Every time he went down the mountain, it was suffering for Ye Fan, but when he returned to the mountain, only happiness remained.

The monotonous life, but also gradually enjoy it.

What makes Ye Fan most pleased is that under his hard work, the golden body of the Buddha statue is gradually recovering. At this moment, it has been repaired by at least 20% of the spirit water, and every time it is repaired, it can eliminate Ye Fan’s body. Tired, purify his soul.

In the monotonous life, Ye Fan truly experienced the real suffering.

Only at the very beginning, in the most natural state of the body, are you qualified to recognize what you have endured and experienced as life’s hardships.

Everything is simple and meticulous, so that the true meaning can be understood.

The so-called truth comes from small things.

When practicing Mahayana Buddhism, everything you do and do is in accordance with this principle. Only in this way can you experience the sufferings of the world and understand the true meaning of Buddhism.

He went down to fetch water and went up to water. Monk Ji had never given food. Ye Fan had eaten snow, tree bark, dead grass, and even dirt midway because of hunger.

In the desperate situation, everything in the world has become valuable, and Mahayana Buddhism never abandons sentient beings, and Ye Fan understood this in a simple way.

To cultivate the Mahayana, one must first experience hardship and endure humiliation. Only in this way can one see what others cannot see and understand the truth that others cannot understand.

Unknowingly, Ye Fan's thinking has become advanced, and compared with the previous, there have been earth-shaking changes.

On this day, Ye Fan continued to carry two buckets of heavy Lingshui Mountain. Three months have allowed him to adapt to this kind of life, and his strength has become much stronger.

As always, the mission changed when passing through the entrance of Feixue Mountain.

"Brother Feiyu, why are you here?" Several Feixueshan gatekeeper disciples were standing leisurely, and they all stood in awe when they saw the visitors.

"Where is the person who made you stare last time? Now that three months have passed, the Buddhism conference is almost over. Isn't this person not coming out yet?" Cao Feiyu asked with a stinky expression.

"Brother Hui, recently no one has come down the mountain at all, and no one has gone up the mountain. There is only one ascetic monk who has been going up and down the Feixue Mountain for three months. I don't know what it is to be crazy!"

The gatekeepers explained seriously.

"Ascetic monk? What ascetic monk?" Cao Feiyu was taken aback after hearing this, confused.

After all, he kept going up and down the Feixue Mountain for three months, which is indeed crazy.

"Brother look, it's him!"

At this moment, an embarrassed, sloppy man was walking up the mountain with a steady pace.

The man has a beard, unshaven, and a firm gaze in his eyes, walking forward.

"Stop him for me!"

Cao Feiyu glanced at this person, then waved his hand immediately.

"stop!"

In an instant, several disciples rushed forward and stopped in front of the man.

Facing this scene, the man's eyes trembled slightly, and he did not speak.

"What's your name?" Cao Feiyu walked up slowly and looked at the person in front of him. Under the unkempt long hair, he felt that this person gave him a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't believe it.

"The little monk is called Huiming, a disciple of Luohan Baosha!"

The man put down his shoulder pole and said in a very calm tone.

Huiming, of course, is Ye Fan, but at this moment he is in a dilemma, his cultivation has been lost, and he will not be able to reveal his true identity.

"Huiming! Do you know if there is a person named Ye Fan in Guibao Temple? If you say it, this thing will be given to you as a reward!" Fan regarded as a beggar monk.

Ye Fan's unkempt appearance is indeed very similar, and even his former enemies can't recognize his identity.

"I don't know!"

Ye Fan shook his head, and after speaking, he wanted to pick up the pole again and leave.

"Monk Po, did my senior let you go?" A disciple stepped forward and stopped, and said extremely arrogantly.

"What else is the donor?" Ye Fan was puzzled, and his tone was calm.

He who had lost his cultivation, faced a group of strong people in the strongest realm, if it hadn't been for this period of time to cultivate and calm the Buddha's mind, he would have lost his temper at this moment.

"What is the reason why you are carrying water from all over the world? As far as I know, Luohan Baosa will never have a sloppy disciple like you!"

Cao Feiyu is a wise man. He saw something wrong from Ye Fan's body. At the same time, the feeling of deja vu also surprised him.

This remark made Ye Fan's eyes slightly stagnant. Cao Feiyu and Luohan Baocha have been together for so long, and many places really can't deceive him.

Luohan Baocha Jinsong and many Buddhist masters have practiced the Hinayana Buddhism and behaved decently. How can there be such a embarrassed disciple.

As for carrying water, there was no one at all except for the rare occasion that a scrawny old man had come down several times.

Ye Fan has kept on for three months, which really made Cao Feiyu doubt.

"Donor, the little monk is indeed the person of the Arhat temple. The little monk carries water and has its own use. If you don't believe it, the little monk can't help it!"

Ye Fan remained calm, a Buddha's heart as calm as usual.

"Hmph, no need to pretend, you are not a monk at all, if I guess correctly, you are Ye Fan!"

Cao Feiyu's expression suddenly changed, and a stern smile appeared on his face.

"you……"

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment. For three months, his calm mind finally produced slight fluctuations.

Cao Feiyu actually saw through his identity! The crisis is looming.