"Where's my hair?"
In the Northern Divine Mountain of the Nan Zhan Tribe, there was a place that almost everyone was familiar with, but no one knew exactly where it was. There was a celestial mountain that was filled with Zen sounds and Buddhist doctrines. It was said that if one stayed here for a long time, even the rocks would nod. If a cultivator encountered a mental barrier, after cultivating here for a period of time, they would naturally have a clear mind and understand the Great Path. Because this place was filled with incredible spirituality and was the birthplace of the Mahayana Buddhism, people called it Spirited Mountain. It was one of the most sacred places in the world.
In the middle of the Spirited Mountain Temple, there was an old temple with green pines and strange stones. Smoke curled up from it. For thousands of years, it had been quiet and peaceful. Even the cries of apes and birds were soft and gentle, not disturbing the peace of the place. Instead, it added a sense of calmness to the mountain. Of course, that was in the past. Now, in the Spirited Mountain Temple, there was a sudden wail that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. It scared away a flock of mountain sparrows and destroyed the peace.
"Don't worry, Senior Brother. Since you're going to join the Spirited Mountain Temple, you naturally have to shave off your hair …"
A panicked voice kept trying to dissuade him. It sounded like he was frightened.
"Don't worry my ass! Who the hell shaved my hair …"
In a large hall on the mountainside of the Spirited Mountain Temple, there was a solemn and sacred Buddha statue. Below, a monk in gray robes was full of hostility. He was holding a knife, ready to fight to the death. Although he was called a monk, he did not look like one. There were no scars on his round head, and the skin on his neck and wrists were densely covered with black scriptures. It looked like he had tattoos all over his body.
"Uh, Senior Brother, it's just shaving my head. You don't have to kill me, do you?"
Opposite the monk in gray robes was a little monk in white robes. He was secretly holding the razor in his hand and hiding it behind his back.
"Why not? I'll chop off the head of whoever shaves my head. Even Buddha won't give me face! "
The monk in gray robes was so anxious that he looked like he really wanted to chop someone with a knife.
"No wonder Uncle Bai lied to me to shave Senior Brother's head. I'm doomed …"
The little monk in white groaned in his heart. He cursed Uncle Bai who lied to him.
"Damned bald donkey, were you the one who shaved my head?"
The grey-clothed monk's eyes were sharp. He saw the white-clothed monk's hidden hand and asked vigilantly.
"No, no, how could it be me? This humble monk only knows how to recite scriptures and meditate. I've never touched a sword or a spear …"
"Then what's in your hand?"
"Hehehehehe, it's just a scripture!"
"Take it out for me to see!"
"Senior Martial Brother, are you going to read Buddhist scriptures? I'll go to the Sutra Depository to get it for you … "
"F * ck, let me see … Damn bald donkey, it really was you who shaved my head. I'm going to chop you to death …"
"Aiyaya, Senior Brother, please spare me. I won't dare to do it again …"
Two silhouettes, one grey and one white, chased and fought fiercely around this ten-thousand-year-old ancient temple. The handsome and holy little monk screamed miserably like a pig being slaughtered. They chased and fought for a full hour before they finally stopped. Luckily, the little monk did not lose his head. However, the two dark circles under his eyes on his handsome little face looked extremely comical. He carefully approached the grey-robed monk, who was lying on the incense burner table with his legs crossed, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Senior Brother, have you calmed down? If you have, I still have something to say to you … "
"F * ck you! Where's my wine gourd? Give me some wine to moisten my throat first … "
"We're a monk temple. There's no wine here …"
"…"
"Senior Brother, why are you looking at me?"
"I just don't like the way I look at you …"
"… Then I'll wait for Senior Brother to calm down first …"
"… Then hurry up and spit it out!"
"Uh … Senior Brother, your words are so vulgar …"
The grey-clothed and white-clothed monks finally calmed down after some time. The white-clothed little monk had a good temper. Finally, after getting permission from the grey-clothed monk, he smiled and said, "Senior Brother, you've been unconscious for a month. Uncle Bai predicted that you'd wake up today, so he asked me to come and see you. I also saw that you've grown some hair on your head, so I shaved it for you …"
"I … I f * cking want to chop someone again …"
The grey-clothed monk could not hold it in any longer and scolded angrily.
The grey-clothed monk was, of course, Fang Xing. He had just woken up after a month of sleep. At first, he was very excited. He felt that his strength was amazing, and the long-lost feeling of cultivation had returned. Moreover, the serious injuries that he had suffered during the battle with Huangfu Jingduan had miraculously healed. His body felt even better than ten years ago. However, before he had time to rejoice, he saw a bald head in the bronze mirror in the Buddha hall, and he was scared out of his wits …
He was a dignified and handsome husband … How did he become a bald donkey?
As a little bandit who liked to show off his good looks from time to time and pose according to the bronze mirror, his beautiful hair was shaved clean and changed into an ugly and rustic gray frock. Moreover, there was a little monk in white who looked like a rabbit in front of him, forming a strong contrast. This was simply going too far. The little bandit was so angry that he almost cried. How could he not kill people?
"If you have anything to say, then hurry up and get out of my sight. Where is my Uncle Eleven?"
He pointed at the little monk angrily, but he could not do anything to this good-tempered guy. He could only speak angrily.
"Uncle Eleven? Oh, you're talking about Martial Uncle Bai, right? He left Spirited Mountain ten days ago and went to the Divine Land. I don't know exactly what he's going to do. He only left me with his life and told me to take care of you. He also said that you'd wake up in ten days, and you really did wake up. My task is about to be completed. After I shave your head, I can leave the mountain to play … "
"Uncle Eleven left?"
Fang Xing was slightly stunned. He was about to continue asking when he suddenly realized another problem. "Shave? What shave? "
The little monk was full of smiles. "Of course, to be a monk with me! You've just entered the Lingshan Temple, so your seniority should be at the bottom. However, the Chief Monk said that you have the affinity with Buddhism, so you won't be ranked according to the ordinary seniority. You and I are in the same generation. As long as we receive the kasaya and the monk scar, we'll both be monks of the Shen generation in the Lingshan Temple. You're Elder Jiu Rou's junior brother … "
"F * ck you! Only a ghost would want to be a monk …"
Fang Xing's complexion became more and more unsightly. In the end, he exploded, and slashed at the white-robed monk with his knife. Fortunately, the little monk's reaction wasn't slow. He crouched down with a "whoosh" sound, and the knife brushed past his scalp. It scared him so much that his small face, which was as white as jade porcelain, became even paler. Tears seeped out of the corners of his eyes, and he was dumbstruck.
"Senior Brother, please spare me …"
"Do you still dare to mention shave to me?"
"Senior Brother, you really need to shave …"
"Motherf * cker, I wanted to kill you for shaving my head. I won't forgive you this time …"
"But Senior Brother … you … you will die if you don't shave …"
The little monk in white had never encountered a bandit like Fang Xing. He was so scared that he stuttered.
"I will die?"
Fang Xing was stunned for a moment. He put away his knife and waved at the little monk. "Come here and explain to me …"
Since it was related to his life, he did not dare to be careless. After all, his spirit was strong, and he was very sensitive to some hidden dangers in his body. Although he had not recovered his cultivation for a long time and had not reached the peak of his spiritual sense, he could faintly feel that there seemed to be some hidden danger hidden under his extremely strong body. It was just that he could not tell what it was.
Hearing his question, the little monk finally heaved a sigh of relief. He calmed himself down and explained with concern, "Oh, Senior Martial Brother, you have no idea. When Uncle-Master Bai brought you back, you were like a ragged sack. Your meridians were all broken, and your body was bitten so badly that you didn't even look like a human. You were covered in wounds and bloodstains. Moreover, your Taoist Essence had dried up. You looked more like a dead person than a dead person. Even a piece of rags looked better than you. When I looked at you, I felt so distressed that I couldn't eat for three days..."
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and raised his knife. "… Let's get down to business …"
The handsome little monk was so scared that he shrunk his head and hurriedly said with a smile, "You really couldn't have survived, but Uncle-Master Bai used the Huangfu family's greatest treasure, the Myriad Spirits Pill, and injected it into your body. You're still alive now because of the vitality emitted from the pill. To put it simply, every breath you're alive now is borrowed by Uncle-Master Bai for you. Later, our Lingshan Temple's Chief used a hundred Eight Arhats Formation and chanted sutras to seal the 123,600 acupoints in your body. Only then was the Myriad Spirits Pill suppressed in your body. However, the Chief Monk also said that this is only temporary. The sutra seal will weaken over time. If you can't cultivate the Maha-Vairocana Sutra before the seal disappears and comprehend the Freedom Intent in the sutra and completely refine the Myriad Spirits Pill into your own Dao foundation, when the power of the seal is not enough to suppress the Myriad Spirits Pill, the pill will break free and escape, and then you'll vanish into thin air …"
Fang Xing listened carefully and did not doubt the little monk's words. After being stunned for a while, he could not help but say, "Then why don't you hurry up and refine the Myriad Spirits Pill? Why do you have to become a monk? I still have a wife to marry …"
The little monk's expression turned solemn and he said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, there's really no other way. If you want to comprehend the true meaning of nirvana, you have to comprehend our Lingshan Temple's most treasured sutra, the Maha-Vairocana Sutra. But after the battle of Buddhist annihilation, the Lingshan Temple has already strictly instructed that if you don't join our Buddhist sect, we will not easily impart the sutra to you. Chief Monk has already said that if you are not willing to become the Buddhist Son of the Lingshan Temple, we will definitely not impart the sutra to you …"
"This …"
Fang Xing panicked when he heard that. "So I really have to become a monk? Then what's the difference whether I recover my cultivation or not …"
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