Whether to be a monk or not was a difficult decision to make!
For the past two days, Fang Xing had been deep in thought about a problem. In his opinion, a monk who ate vegetables, guarded the lamp, and sat still all day and recited scriptures could never be a monk. A man had to eat meat, marry a wife, and roam around. None of these could be omitted. Although the Wine and Meat Monk had taught him that a monk might not necessarily be unable to eat meat, the Wine and Meat Monk did not have a wife … Besides, Uncle Fang was a bandit who liked to look good. Wouldn't he look a little ugly if he shaved his head and wore a monk's robe?
How difficult life was!
In the past few days, Fang Xing's sad figure appeared everywhere in the Lingshan Temple, and his mood was endless.
The handsome little monk, who was ordered by his master to help Fang Xing shave his head, knew that his senior brother was worried, so he followed behind him all day long to persuade him. He followed Fang Xing to the temple hall, and he followed Fang Xing to the back of the mountain, nagging Fang Xing to death.
"Senior brother, women are the source of trouble. They are the easiest to be contaminated with karma. Isn't it better not to marry a wife?"
"If you want peace, why don't you just become a eunuch?"
"Well … Being a monk is empty, away from the chaos of the world, and it is good for cultivation …"
"What's the point of cultivation if you are empty? Isn't it better to die?"
"Well … When a monk gets rid of the three poisons of greed, anger, and obsession, there will be less unnecessary troubles …"
"Troubles? That's fun … "
"Well … Senior brother, what do you mean?"
"Do you know how good it is to have silver in your pocket? You can buy anything you want. You are the boss if you have money. Is that greed? Do you know how good it is to beat up people you hate? You can punch them until they can't tell north from north, and you can vent your anger. Is that anger? Do you know how good it is to be a master in the industry? You specialize in robbing and robbing, robbing the rich to help yourself. Is that stupid? "
"Well … Senior brother, I think there is something wrong with your understanding!"
"It's your way of thinking. You are a poor guy who grew up in a monk's nest, and you still have the nerve to persuade me? Let me tell you, at the foot of the mountain, the colorful world is really fun. You eat vegetables and tofu every day without adding oil, how pitiful is that? When I was at the foot of the mountain, I could eat fish and meat to my heart's content. One bite and my mouth would be covered in oil. That's what I call cool. In the brothel, beautiful girls wearing skirts that exposed their legs would dance and sing songs around you. Also, in the cultivation world, there were countless treasures and all kinds of valuable things. Others would fight for them, but you kept them all in your own pocket. They were all yours. Do you know how it feels? "
His words made the handsome little monk, who had obviously come to persuade him to shave his head, palpitate with eagerness, and his eyes were shining.
"Uh … Senior Martial Brother, it's a blessing to have these things, but it's a pain to not have them. Master once said that the most painful thing in the world is not being able to get what you want. It's precisely because of these thousands of temptations that people can't get what they want. That's why all living beings are destined to be bitter. That's why Buddha said to cut off all ties with the mortal world …"
After a long time, the small monk managed to restrain himself and earnestly advised Fang Xing.
"You can't get what you want because you're useless. You can get it if you work hard, right?"
Fang Xing was unhappy and looked at the little monk with disappointment. He was also in high spirits. He swung his cheeks and talked to the little monk for the entire afternoon, causing the little monk to sigh in despair. In the beginning, he even retorted a few words, but in the end, his eyes lit up. He couldn't help but ask Fang Xing questions so that he could explain in detail. He was already ready to make a move.
"How could I be adopted by a monk as soon as I was born …"
They talked until dusk. The handsome little monk was fascinated and muttered something in his mouth.
"Hahahaha … Do you regret it? Let me tell you, there are more interesting things at the foot of the mountain than what I've said … "
Fang Xing was very proud and continued to encourage the handsome little monk. He was so enthusiastic that he couldn't even take out the erotic pictures.
The handsome little monk was quite moved, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. A trace of shining saliva hung on the corner of his mouth, but he felt that something was wrong. After holding back for a long time, he whispered, "Senior brother, no matter how good it is at the foot of the mountain, you still have to be a monk. These things you said are interesting, but you can't play casually when you become a monk, but you can't play at all when you die … "
His words silenced Fang Xing. His mouth was slightly agape, and his excitement was completely gone. His face was filled with dejection.
Feeling the deep sorrow coming from him, according to his past experience, Shinsyu knew that he would definitely beat him up. Before his sorrow turned into anger, he jumped up in fright and said, "Oh, no, Senior brother, you've aroused my evil thoughts. I'm sorry, no, no, I'm going to go to the Buddha and recite the Prajna Sutra ten thousand times to clear my heart …"
After saying this, he ran away with a squeak, leaving Fang Xing alone to grieve.
"Yes, I can still violate the precepts when I become a monk, but if I don't become a monk, I won't even have the chance to violate the precepts …"
Fang Xing thought sadly in his heart, and his face was full of sorrow.
Fang Xing still couldn't solve his own problem. The handsome little monk became a monk because he was born in a monk's temple, but he was trying to save his own life … Fang Xing didn't know how to solve his own problem. The handsome little monk became a monk because he was born in a monk's temple, but he was trying to save his own life …
So should this monk do it or not?
Fang Xing finally had some peace and quiet. He clasped his hands behind his back and sighed as he strolled around Lingshan Temple.
In fact, there were very few monks in this huge Lingshan Temple. Unlike other famous sects, which often had thousands of disciples, although the Lingshan Temple was the last Buddhist land, there were only a hundred monks in the temple. Under normal circumstances, the doors were closed and they rarely appeared, which led to the Lingshan Temple being a bit too quiet. From morning to night, not even a shadow could be seen. In addition, now Monk Jiu Rou was leading 72 monks to help Xiao Xue refine the evil spirit in the back mountain, and the chief monk of the Lingshan Temple was also there. Uncle Eleven had left the Lingshan Temple before he woke up and rushed to the Divine Land, leaving Fang Xing with no one to talk to.
After all, he had to slowly figure out this problem by himself …
In the Mahavira Hall, the Ancient Buddha's Taoist field, the Bodhi Pagoda forest, the Sutra Depository, Fang Xing's lonely figure was left everywhere.
In the past few days, he had also carefully investigated the condition of his body and found that, as the little monk Shinsyu had said, his condition seemed to have completely recovered, but in fact, the hidden dangers were great. The Panacea in his body wanted to escape all the time, and he could maintain his vitality now, all because of the majestic vitality contained in the Panacea. When the Panacea left his body, it would be the time of his death!
Right now, he was relying on the scripture on the surface of his body to lock up the Thousand Spirit Pill. However, the power of the scripture would gradually weaken over time. When the power dissipated to a certain extent, the Thousand Spirit Pill would definitely escape.
Unless he cultivated the Vairocana Sutra!
This question firmly locked Fang Xing, and he could not be at ease.
During this period of time, in the Lingshan Temple, except for the little monk Shinsyu, no one really asked him. First, because the problem of Xiao Xue had not been completely solved, and second, probably the Lingshan Temple had never thought that Fang Xing would have a second choice …
People always wanted to die!
"Alas, being a monk is very boring, but for the sake of my life …"
Facing the deep dusk, Fang Xing, who had hesitated for many days, finally patted his thigh and made a decision.
He made up his mind, touched his bald head, and immediately walked slowly towards the depths of the Lingshan Temple with heavy steps. He was very hesitant, and his speed was not fast. After half a cup of tea's time, he swayed to the front of the Sutra Depository in the Lingshan Temple. According to the little monk Shinsyu, this pavilion collected many Buddhist scriptures that survived the destruction of Buddhism. They were not specific spells, but they contained the Great Dao. For cultivators, it was a supreme treasure. All the monks in the Lingshan Temple could enter and borrow it, except for Fang Xing. Because he had not promised to shave his head and his identity was unknown, the Chief Monk of the Lingshan Temple had issued a decree that he was not allowed to enter at will, unless he had received the Buddhist Commandment Scar.
There was no one in the Lingshan Temple, but in such an important place as the Sutra Depository Hall, there was still an old monk who had reached the Golden Core Mahayana Stage. Since Fang Xing entered the temple, he had always seen him sitting there cross-legged, more stable than the stone lions guarding the door.
This old monk must have received the decree from the Chief Monk. When he saw Fang Xing coming over, he opened his yellow eyes and looked over.
The old monk did not speak, but it was obvious that he had already expressed his attitude.
If one did not receive the Buddhist Precepts Scar and did not enter Buddhism, then one could not enter the Sutra Depository Hall.
In the past, Fang Xing would only look at it pitifully before leaving. Today, he had made up his mind, but he seemed a little impatient. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the old monk, scolding, "Look, look, look, look at a young lady. Is it fun to guard against me like a thief every day? Although I really don't want to be a monk, but for the sake of my life, I have to enter the Sutra Depository Hall today … "
Even this old monk who was as steady as a stone lion, when he heard what Fang Xing said, a faint smile appeared on his face.
He slowly raised his hand, intending to stop Fang Xing. He wanted to tell him that even if Fang Xing had already decided to join the Buddhist Sect, he still could not enter the Sutra Depository until he had received the Buddhist Ring Scar and become a true disciple of the Buddhist Sect. However, just as he raised his hand, Fang Xing, who was walking over with an impatient expression, suddenly made his move. He took a step forward and pressed his palm down.
What kind of cultivation level was Fang Xing now? He was not Yuanying, but he was stronger than Yuanying. This sudden attack was abrupt and unusual. His body directly broke through the short distance of several feet between the two of them. He held a Purple Gold Talisman between his fingers and pressed it firmly on the old monk's forehead. At the same time, when this palm pressed down, there was a part of the terrifying palm force that directly caused the old monk's spirit to become unstable.
After being suppressed by the Purple Gold Talisman, in a short period of time, even if his cultivation was extraordinary, he would not be able to struggle free.
And Fang Xing, on the other hand, looked around suspiciously. Seeing that it was quiet and there was no one around, he rushed into the Sutra Depository Hall with a "whoosh". He pulled out a cloth bag that he had prepared long ago and rushed towards the shelf that stored the countless remnant scriptures and treasured scriptures. He swept them here and there into the bag. There was no time to distinguish between good and bad, the Yin Yang Fiendgod and Demon Mirror took whichever was good.
After a short while, he sneaked out of the Scripture Depository Hall, activated the Breath Concealment Spell, and his body fluttered like smoke. In one breath, he skillfully avoided the few but very powerful prohibition spells in the temple, and went straight to the outside of Lingshan Temple.
"Don't think that I won't rob you just because you saved me …"
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