Du, du, du…
The eternal chanting of scriptures, coupled with the quiet and distant sound of the wooden fish, made everyone who heard this Sanskrit sound feel calm and forget all their worries.
Only the chanting of a true monk could have such an effect.
In the main hall of Golden Mountain Temple.
The eighty-one white-robed monks formed a great formation. All of them closed their eyes and solemnly recited the Heart Sutra of the Prajna Paramita.
In the middle.
A white-robed young monk was meditating with his eyes closed.
The little monk had a handsome face. Even with his big bald head, it could not hide his handsome face. Dressed in white, he looked elegant and otherworldly, unlike a mortal.
However, at this moment, his face was covered in crystal clear sweat, and the expression on his face was constantly changing.
Sometimes angry, sometimes happy, sometimes sad…
Sometimes, he would frown and ponder, and sometimes, he would smile.
In fact…
Occasionally, he would even reveal a wretched look. This myriad life form was all on one person.
"Beep, beep, beep…"
Sweat dripped down the little monk's chiseled cheeks. After lingering on his chin for a long time, he finally chose to leave him and fall into the depths of the sea of bitterness.
In front of the prayer mat that the little monk was meditating on, a small pool had already formed.
"Inhale…exhale…"
The little monk adjusted his breathing, trying to maintain the tranquility he should have when he was meditating, but he was unable to do so.
Even the hands that formed the Meditation Seal began to tremble slightly.
It could break at any time!
Those who understood could tell at a glance that he was troubled by his inner demons.
Even if there were so many senior and junior brothers around him, chanting the Heart Sutra of the Prajna Paramita, it could not help his restless heart calm down.
"Ah!"
Finally, the white-robed monk could no longer hold it in. He stood up from the futon and roared at the sky.
His voice was like thunder!
Invisible sound waves swept out in all directions like waves. The monks chanting around him were like driftwood in the waves, falling along with them.
A raging flame appeared and burned the praying mat he was sitting on.
Pa!
On the high platform in the middle of the main hall, the old monk's sword that was striking the wooden fish broke.
" Sigh…" The old monk opened his eyes and looked at the little monk who was like a mad demon. He sighed.
"Fahai, how many years have you been in my Golden Mountain Monastery?”
"Master, it has been twenty years." After venting his anger, the little monk finally calmed down a little and said with a guilty expression.
"In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed…You have also grown up from a child.”The old monk's voice was distant, as if it was far away in the sky, but also as if it was close to his ears.
After a long time.
He looked at the disciple who was blaming himself, turned around and said,"Tomorrow, you can go down the mountain."
"Master?"
"I was greedy. Seeing that your talent was outstanding, I let you cultivate in the Golden Mountain Temple. I was afraid that after you saw the world, you would be greedy for the world and waste your wisdom.”
"Ran, you haven't entered the world, how can you talk about coming out?”
"Master is wrong…"
"Amitabha ~"
" Amitabha!" the disciples said in unison.
Seeing this, the little monk slightly cupped his hands towards his master and then towards his senior and junior brothers, who were scattered all over the place. Then, he strode out.
Once he left, the ancient Buddha with the green lamp disappeared.
With this departure, the rolling mortal world was like a wave. Could he break free from it?
"Ai, silly child!"
The old monk sighed and chanted. However, a white-robed monk with a clear voice was missing.
The next day.
At the foot of the Golden Mountain Temple, the white-robed monk glanced at the temple that was as calm as usual, then turned around and strode away.
He had no luggage, only a monk's robe, a cassock, an alms bowl, a prayer bead, and a Buddhist staff.
" I'm finally out!!!" Unlike the calmness in the Golden Mountain Monastery, the white-robed monk was like a fish returning to the sea or a bird returning to the forest. He was completely free.
Golden Mountain Temple, Fahai Temple.
When the two were linked together, one could think of the old monk Fahai who did not understand love and liked to throw Leifeng Pagoda around.
However…
This sea of laws was different from that sea of laws. He was only in his twenties and was a transmigrator.
More than twenty years ago.
When he first came to this world, Fahai was still called Pei Wende. He originally thought that as the son of the current prime minister, he could be a second-generation heir who bullied men and women for the rest of his life.
However, not long after, the prince was seriously ill and could not be treated. His cheap father asked him to become a monk in place of the prince.
With this, he could obtain a trace of blessing and cure the prince's illness.
After that.
For a full 20 years, he, who had been given the Dharma name Fahai, had been cultivating in this Golden Mountain Temple.
In a world without computers, games, and entertainment, Fahai had memorized all the scriptures in a short period of time.
And he could recite it backwards.
It made his master, the abbot of the Golden Mountain Monastery, think that he had great wisdom.
After teaching him everything he had learned in his life, Fahai did not disappoint, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.
Hence, he decided to do it.
The prince died in less than two years. Instead, he had learned a set of extraordinary skills. Not long ago, he had even cultivated the unparalleled secret technique of the Golden Mountain Temple, the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture, to the Small Success Realm.
However…
The Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon was extremely masculine and Yang. He had entered the Golden Mountain Monastery at the age of three, and his body as a boy was also full of Yang fire.
In addition, although he had memorized all kinds of books, he did not study them carefully. His state of mind could not be as calm as the old monk's, and he was often plagued by desire.
Even if his fellow disciples chanted the Heart Sutra for him, it was still difficult for him to calm down.
"Oh right, I haven't seen what treasure Master gave me last night.”
The old abbot told him to go down the mountain tomorrow, but he found him at night and secretly stuffed a scripture into his hands.
He also told him that he could only open it after he went down the mountain.
Fahai's cultivation was profound, so there was no need to talk about the distance he could walk. At this time, he was already far away from the Golden Mountain Temple. He found a place under the shade of a tree and took out the scriptures wrapped in linen.
"Didn't they say that the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture is already the treasure of the Golden Mountain Temple? What other treasures could it be?"
With great anticipation, Fahai opened the linen cloth on the scripture.
At a glance.
His expression instantly became strange. There was nothing else on the cover of the scripture except for four bold and powerful words-Happy Zen Technique.
"Master, master, you really…"
"Why didn't you take out such a good treasure earlier?!”
Fahai touched the rough cover and couldn't wait to open it to see what the legendary Happy Zen was like.
At this moment.
"Ding!"
"The myriad worlds chat group invites you to join the Group chats.”
"Do you wish to join?"
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