Fahai followed Yang Xingzhou into the gate of a house by the lake. He looked up and saw that the house was very luxurious. He saw:

Bronze bowl nails for the red lacquer door,

The upper and lower three are clearly arranged.

There is no gatekeeper guarding the house,

The red paper with black characters is used as the door core.

Strong and solemn body,

Point horizontally and hold back like a horned dragon.

Even if the calligrapher wrote it himself,

This book may not be able to do that.

Stepping forward and pushing the door open into the courtyard,

The maids and servants came out to greet him.

The servants in the courtyard were divided into left and right groups,

Men on the left and women on the right can be distinguished clearly.

There are no statues of monks or Taoists in the living room.

There is no saint's name in the wing room either.

The heart is too high to think of Amitabha,

I am so arrogant that I am too lazy to read the Nam Hwa Sutra.

Fahai sat down in the hall. A servant had already brought tea. The two of them sipped at each other for a moment. Fahai said cautiously: "Mr. Yang, although your house is in a bustling place, it is a place of tranquility amidst the bustle. There is something in front of the door.

There is flowing water, and there are green hills behind the courtyard. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the feng shui is excellent. There is no need for monks to sprinkle the water, and there will be no evil spirits."

Yang Xingzhou said: "It's good to just go through the motions!"

Fahai had no choice but to say: "In this case, the little monk is showing off his ugliness!"

He immediately found a room, took out his brocade cassock, held a green dragon Zen staff, held a purple gold alms bowl, and placed bells, seals, whisks and other utensils on the tables in the hall. He chanted Buddhist scriptures and "consecrated" Yang Xingzhou's mansion.

"Sprinkle it cleanly and receive blessings from the Buddha's voice.

Normally when wealthy families start building new houses, they would ask monks and Taoists to perform the ritual of sprinkling the house in order to make it rich and auspicious. However, this is just a common practice. In fact, few real scholars and officials do this.

Since Fahai began to practice Taoism, he had seen fellow monks perform rituals, but he rarely did such things. Today, one person did it to bless Yang Xingzhou's mansion, which was something he had never done before in his life.

He was doing the ritual, and Yang Xingzhou was holding a tea bowl and drinking tea, looking at it with gusto. The green dragon Zen staff in Fa Hai's hand has been passed down for a long time. It is made from a real evil dragon. The purple gold alms bowl was given by the Buddha. It can absorb all monsters and use it.

The power is astonishing, and the brocade cassock is also extraordinary. After wearing it, evil spirits can be warded off, and you will be immune to all calamities.

With the blessing of these magic weapons, after Fa Hai's ritual work is completed, Yang Xingzhou's house will not be visited by innocent ghosts for at least a thousand years, and no disaster will occur.

Even if there are floods, earthquakes, plagues and weapons, they will not affect the people in this house.

With Yang Xingzhou watching, Fahai did not dare to slack off. He did his best in this ritual. At the last stage, he took out the big seal and stamped it in vain in the courtyard. He sweated slightly on his forehead and thought to himself: "This is my ritual."

If you do it, there will definitely be wise people in this courtyard in the future!"

Yang Xingzhou clapped and applauded: "Mahayana Buddhism is really great. Let's not talk about the practice method for now. Just the meditation skills and the essence of the mantra you have shown are eye-opening."

When he said this, he pinched the Dharma seal with his hand and said with a smile: "It's disrespectful to come and not return. How about you help me cleanse the mansion and I will teach you some Zen skills?"

Hearing this, Fa Hai was filled with happiness. He collected the magic weapon, put his hands together and saluted: "Please give me some advice, senior!"

Yang Xingzhou said nothing, holding flowers in one hand and making seals in the other. His eyes were like lightning, and he looked into Fahai's eyes. A stream of thoughts followed his gaze and poured into Fahai's heart.

Fahai's body was shaken, with a look of astonishment on his face, and then he became very happy, but also seemed to be very distressed. The light above his head flashed, the Buddhist beads around his neck shone brightly, the Qinglong Zen staff turned into a green dragon, walked around quickly, and the purple gold alms bowl buzzed.

With a buzzing sound, even the brocade cassock was like a sail filled with wind, lifting Fa Hai into the air, suspended motionless.

In just this moment, Fahai had received the unreserved inheritance of supreme Zen skills from Yang Xingzhou. In an instant, he understood and understood himself, and he became a Buddha before his eyes.

Just when he was meditating on Zen skills and making rapid progress in his realm, in Lingyin Temple in front of the West Lake Feilai Peak, an old monk with white eyebrows felt a move in his heart and looked at the direction of Yang Xingzhou: "It's good, it's good, I'm glad that Buddhism has been

Here comes another great Bodhisattva."

In Lin'an City, Monk Jidian was lying in a dilapidated temple eating meat and drinking wine. He suddenly paused and looked shocked: "Why did he break through so fast? Who pushed him? Okay, okay, you are so bold, even in this situation

I dare to mess up the situation, but I want to see how you end it!"

Even Han Dian, who returned to Mang Mountain, opened his dead eyes and breathed out black smoke: "Another bald donkey has become enlightened? Damn it, in these troubled times, there are countless dead people, how come there are still monks who are not stained by the dust and have achieved the status of a great Bodhisattva?"

In an instant, all parties were alarmed, and everyone felt a sense of uncertainty. Today, the Song and Jin Dynasties are at war, and the Southern Song Dynasty is safe, but there are still many dead people on the border. In such troubled times, practitioners work hard to overcome the catastrophe, trying to break out of the quagmire and purify themselves.

, almost no one has the opportunity to purify themselves and transcend themselves.

Now that Fahai has enlightened and caused such a phenomenon, everyone is curious.

"There is such a vision!"

Yang Xingzhou sensed "sights" from all directions, frowned slightly, took out a large painting pen, and with one stroke in the air, wiped out all the aura in the entire mansion. Even the aura of Fahai's enlightenment was completely eliminated.

His big pen was nothing but the magic weapon of Liu Qingyuan in the main world. When he threw Liu Qingyuan into the small world, everyone went in, leaving only a wonderful painting pen.

This pen was able to withstand even the power of the small world, and its background was certainly extraordinary. Therefore, after being obtained by Yang Xingzhou, he threw it directly into another small world. It took a hundred years to erase all Liu Qingyuan's aura imprints and make it his own.

magic weapon.

Now that it is used, its power is indeed extraordinary. The magic weapon in the main world has its own oppressive properties on the small world. With just a touch, all the aura is wiped out.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Who has such power?"

Sensing that the vision was eliminated, all the monks on the earth were even more shocked. The hand Yang Xingzhou showed shocked them even more than Fahai's enlightenment.

Just this hand suppressed many monks.

"When I faced Han Dian before, if I had used this wonderful pen to scratch him a few times, would it be possible to erase his existence?"

Yang Xingzhou accepted the painting pen and was extremely satisfied with the power of this magic weapon: "With this treasure in hand, I finally have some fighting power. When I practice in this world for a thousand years and then return to the main world, I will have to do it openly and honestly with Liu Qingyuan."

In the last game, let him know how powerful his Grandpa Yang is!"

Suddenly I remembered the scene where masters from the main world spilled wine, and my heart became heavy again: "What if I beat Liu Laoqi to death? When will I beat the guy who poured my wine to death? Will I be considered a hero!"

He spent almost a thousand years in the small world. He worked very hard and his understanding was not low, but he couldn't handle the different levels of the world. Although he spent a lot of effort, after returning to the main world, he still couldn't do it in all directions, like

In the small world, all dissatisfaction is suppressed.

"However, the force value of this world can be considered very high. There are Buddhas, gods, demons, and Bodhisattvas in this world. Everything that should be found in a mythical world is available. Even though the combat power and destructive power are not as good as Journey to the West and Conferred Gods,

But after all, this is the world of immortals and Buddhas. I have been practicing here for thousands of years, and I don’t believe that I can’t defeat the masters of the main world!”

Yang Xingzhou thought for a moment and realized that if he returned to the main world this time, he would be proud and proud.

Looking at the floating sea of ​​​​fa in front of him, he felt a sense of accomplishment: "This sea of ​​​​fa is not enough to achieve enlightenment after thousands of years of hard work. I enlightened his heart with his heart, and he was able to achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha in a moment. It can be seen that the teachers before the sea of ​​​​fa

What a waste! Huh? Not good! This Fahai has a grudge dispute with Bai Suzhen. It may have been arranged by people in the upper world in advance. If I interfere like this, there may be big trouble!"
Chapter completed!