"See the Chief Courtyard"

Back at Ziyang Academy, the bookboy who was cleaning the courtyard quickly put down his broom and saluted.

Wang Xu waved his hands indifferently and asked as he walked inside: "When I go out, will a monk come to see me?"

"No." The book boy shook his head slightly.

"No?"

Wang Xu stopped, why not? Bai Suzhen has already arrived in Hangzhou, where could Fahai go?

"It seems that I have time to study Zhou Yi. It's really inconvenient without the means of speculation." Wang Xu walked into the academy and prepared to write a letter to Xue Mushan, asking if there was anyone he knew who was a great scholar who was proficient in Zhou Yi.

Although the Zhouyi is regarded as one of the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism, due to its characteristics, it is destined to be difficult to master. Few scholars studied it before Jinshi. Those who dare to say that they are proficient in the Zhouyi are all contemporary Confucian scholars.

Wang Xu has this book in his hand, but he doesn't dare to figure it out on his own.

The art of deduction is no better than others. Without the guidance of a famous teacher, it is easy to lead yourself into trouble. If you learn a little bit, you can start to calculate the bad luck into good luck. There are many people who have killed yourself.

"Go ahead and send the letter to the capital and hand it over to my teacher."

After writing the letter, Wang Xu released the ingot and let it flutter away.

After doing all this, he glanced at the darkening sky and whispered: "I hope nothing happens."

Outside Hangzhou

As the sun sets, a monk in white is sitting cross-legged on the river bank, offering salvation to the dead bodies floating in the water.

"I have heard that for a time the Buddha was in the Trayasa Heaven, teaching the Dharma for his mother. At that time, all the indescribable and indescribable Buddhas in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, as well as the great Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas, came to assemble."

The monk in white clothes has a solemn appearance, with a red mole on his forehead, and the light golden Buddha light reflects the afterglow of the setting sun.

"At that time, the Tathagata smiled and released hundreds of thousands of billions of great light clouds, the so-called Great Perfection Light Cloud, the Great Compassion Light Cloud, the Great Wisdom Light Cloud, the Great Prajna Light Cloud, the Great Samadhi Light Cloud, and the Great Auspicious Light Cloud."

As he meditated, a look of pain flashed across the face of the monk in white, and a large amount of sweat fell from his face, as if he was about to wake up from his trance.

puff!!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the chanting suddenly stopped.

The monk in white put his hands on the ground, his eyes full of horror, and whispered: "The devil is the Buddha, the Buddha is the devil, and the inner demon is here again."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the monk in white stood up from the ground, looked at the corpse floating on the river, and muttered: "How could this happen? I clearly proved the Arhat Path and Fruition in my last life, and I have broken through to the Arhat Realm again in this life.

Will the reason shake the Buddha's heart? Could it be that my tribulation has already begun, and that's why there are so many evil obstacles?"

The monk in white turned his rosary and walked toward Hangzhou City.

"Help, help!"

"There's no point in shouting until your throat is broken, little beauty, you are mine today."

After walking a few miles, before reaching the official road, the monk in white heard a cry for help coming from the reeds not far away.

Taking three steps and two steps at a time, the monk in white hurried over. When he arrived, he opened the reed swamp and saw a strong man with bare upper body, pressing a young woman under him.

"What an evil deed, yet you dare to commit murder in broad daylight!"

The monk in white threw the golden bowl out with his backhand, hitting the assailant hard on the head.

The strong man who committed the crime didn't even have time to react. He was instantly hit by Jin Bo and his head exploded like a watermelon.

"Are you okay, miss?"

The monk in white recalled the golden bowl and looked at the girl lying in the reeds.

At first sight, the girl's clothes had been torn apart, and she was only wearing a hollow silk bellyband.

The skirt on the lower body was also torn into strips, and most of her beautiful white legs were exposed. The half-covered look was more alluring than being completely naked.

"Amitabha"

After just one glance, the monk in white quickly lowered his head.

The next second, the frightened girl threw herself into the monk's arms and cried, "Master, I'm so scared."

"Female donor, you are safe."

Smelling the fragrance of the girl and feeling the softness in his arms, the monk in white couldn't help but swallow.

The girl was hanging on the monk like a koala, like a snake without bones, twisting around on the monk, and said softly: "Master, I'm scared to death. If you don't believe me, touch my chest and see my heartbeat."

How fast!"

"Um?"

The monk in white suddenly woke up, pushed the girl away, and asked: "Who are you?"

"Master, I am the little girl who was saved by you. The slave family has nothing to offer in return. You can do whatever you want to the slave family." After the girl was pushed away, she lay on the ground, licking her tongue, and crawled towards the monk little by little.

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"Be bold!"

The monk glared angrily, with Buddha's light bursting from his body, and shouted: "What kind of monster are you, how dare you mess with my mind?"

Whoosh!!

The monk's eyes instantly turned golden, and he looked up at the girl on the ground.

The girl was still the same girl, slowly getting up from the ground, leaning on the monk's arms with a blue breath, and saying with a blue breath: "Come on, don't you want it, do you know what this feels like, do you dare to try it?

"

"Monster, you are so presumptuous!"

The monk stretched out his hand to grab the whisk, and instantly said, "Kill the demons and demons!"

Whoosh!!

A golden light flashed, and the girl was immediately swallowed up by the flames.

"Come on, come on"

Before the monk could get excited, another call came to his ears.

He turned around and saw that the girl was lying on his back at some point and was about to kiss his ear with her lips.

"court death!"

The monk swung the fly whisk and hit his back with his backhand, beating the girl behind him to death.

"Hehe, are you willing to kill me? I can accompany you."

one, two, three, four

More and more girls gathered around the monk, and they actually began to take off their clothes and dance.

The monk's eyes were about to burst, the fly whisk in his hand danced like a wheel, and he said angrily: "The mighty heavenly dragon"

As soon as the whisk was pulled out, the girl standing to the east turned into ashes.

"World Honored Ksitigarbha"

With the second spell, the girl standing in the west died without a burial place.

"Boruo Buddhas"

With the third spell, the girl in the north was burned to death by the golden light.

"Prajna Pramakong"

With the fourth mantra, the monk's body glowed with golden light, as if he was trying to purify everything in the world.

After a long time, the golden light dissipated and everything returned to calm.

The monk in white opened his eyes and saw that he was still sitting on the bank. Not far away was a corpse floating in the river. There were no reeds, and there were robbers blocking the way and trying to seduce his girl.

"Double magic barrier!"

Recalling what happened, the monk in white looked cold.

He reached out to touch the necklace around his neck, and when he pulled out a Ksitigarbha Golden Buddha, the monk in white looked a little better.

every night

DONG DONG DONG!!

After drinking two ounces of wine, the concierge was about to fall asleep when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

The porter reluctantly got up, blew on the fire sickle, lit the oil lamp on the table, and walked slowly to the door: "It's so late, who could it be?"

crunch

Opening the small door, the concierge looked out and saw a monk in white standing under the moonlight.

"Who are you?" Seeing that it was a monk coming, the concierge looked confused.

"The young monk Fahai of Jinshan Temple is a friend of your master. He should have mentioned me." Fahai, dressed in white, bowed to the concierge.

When the concierge heard this, he hurriedly said: "I mentioned it, I mentioned it, the master is still asking the master today. The master will be very happy when the master comes."
To be continued...