Zhang Heng explained his proposal.

Fa Hai was a little confused: "Is there no better way than this? I am a disciple of Buddha. How can I turn into a Taoist priest and live in a Taoist temple? Isn't it okay to turn into a beggar and live in a bridge?"

"No, no."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "All dharma phenomena are false, so why be too persistent?"

"this..."

The situation is stronger than the people.

Fa Hai thought for a while and agreed: "Slow things down and follow perseverance, and urgent things follow authority. Slow things down and things will be smooth, and things up and down will make things chaotic. It doesn't matter. As a beggar monk, what qualifications do I have to be picky and picky. I believe that even the Bodhisattva knows this.

I won’t blame you or me.”

"gone!"

Zhang Heng grabbed Fa Hai and flew into the sky.

after an hour.

When he arrived at Tianqi Mountain, Zhang Heng put Fa Hai down and said to the collapsed concept of Tianqi: "Borrow the false and return the real, borrow the dream to return the real, rise up..."

Wow!

The collapsed Tianqiguan was reorganized again and soon became what it once was.

With a flash of his hand, Zhang Heng took out a Taoist robe and put it on Fahai, then moved him to the statue of Patriarch Chen Tuan in the Taoist temple.

Not to mention, Fa Hai's temperament and Taoist robes instantly transformed his image from an eminent monk to a Taoist image.

"There's still something wrong!"

Zhang Heng looked at Fahai's bald head.

After thinking about it, I took out a wig from the Qiankun bag and put it on him. Now it was perfect.

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

Zhang Heng's eyes were smiling and he asked: "Fellow Taoist, are you okay?"

Fahai was a little angry and ignored him.

Zhang Heng didn't mind and asked, "When will you recover?"

"About half a month."

Fahai felt his injury and replied: "Within three days, you should be able to move your fingers. Within seven days, you can almost get up. After half a month, it won't be a serious problem."

Half a month.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short, it's short.

Zhang Heng doesn't know much about the Daluo Buddha's Hands in Mount Wutai, but he thinks it is a secret skill that is not passed down from Mount Wutai.

Fahai was struck with a palm and hit on the back. He was already doing well if he didn't die. Half a month of training meant nothing.

the next day.

Zhang Heng came to Fahai and brought him a copy of the Sutra of Chang Qing and Chang Jing. He said: "You have to live in the Taoist temple for half a month. If someone comes to check, you can't even memorize a Tao Sutra. Who will believe you?"

Is he a Taoist priest?"

Fahai learned to be smart and didn't fall for the trick at all. He just said: "I am mute."

After saying that, he pretended to be dumb and refused to learn at all.

Zhang Heng had no choice but to spread out the Taoist book and read it by himself.

Two more days followed.

Fahai's hands were freed, but he was still sitting paralyzed and unable to get up.

Fortunately, Fa Hai has the skill of fasting, and the troubles of ordinary people are difficult to manifest in him. Just drink some dew every day and it will be fine.

Then there were three more days.

There were still two days left before we got up. On this day, some villagers came up the mountain and wanted to ask Taoist Han to come down to pray for his father's funeral.

Taoist Han has left, and Taoist Zhang is the only one on the mountain.

Zhang Heng tried to send the villagers away by saying that Fahai was his junior brother, who was paralyzed and unable to walk, and that he had to take care of him and was inconvenient to go down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, the father of this villager who died of illness was a sincere believer in Tian Qiguan. Before his death, he had made a last wish that he must ask the Taoist priests of Tian Qiguan to save him after his death.

It doesn't matter if Zhang Heng and the two don't go down the mountain.

They can carry their father's body up the mountain, perform French rituals and then carry it back down.

Zhang Heng was not an unkind person. Seeing that the villagers were sincere and that he had received some advice from Taoist Han, he accepted the cause and effect and asked them to carry the person here.

At noon, the villagers brought up the old man's body.

Zhang Heng chanted sutras to pray for the old man before he left.

Twenty or thirty people gathered inside and outside the Taoist temple, looking directly at Fahai.

Fahai had no choice but to ring the bells, beat the gongs and drums, and start practicing the rituals as junior brother Zhang Heng.

"Thank you, thank you, Taoist priest."

Before leaving.

The villagers put down ten pounds of millet, five eggs, and eight copper coins.

There are not many things and not much money.

But this was his intention, and Zhang Heng did not refuse.

I went back to cook millet porridge and eggs, and gave Fahai a bowl of porridge. The two looked at the night and chatted every sentence.

The seventh day.

Fahai was able to get up, but he was still very weak and had difficulty moving.

It's early in the day.

Zhang Heng came to find Fahai and found that there was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old in the Taoist temple.

This girl is dressed in pink. She is eccentric and looks very wealthy.

She sat there talking to Fahai, but Fahai didn't answer him.

She was not angry, but instead asked interesting questions, enjoying the feeling of answering questions without asking questions.

Saw Zhang Heng coming in.

The girl was quite surprised and asked: "Are you the senior brother of this crippled Taoist priest?"

Zhang Heng looked at the girl, nodded and said, "Yes."

The girl asked again: "In addition to being disabled, is he also deaf-mute? I have been talking to him for a long time, but he has not answered a word."

Zhang Heng thought for a while, shook his head and said: "My junior brother is physically handicapped but strong-willed, and he is devoted to the Tao. He is not a deaf-mute. He may just think what you say is boring and doesn't want to pay attention to you."

The girl left a little angry.

The next day, when Zhang Heng came back, he found that the girl was still there.

On the third day, it was like this.

The fourth day, like this.

On the fifth day, it was still the same.

Day six.

When Zhang Heng came back, he found that the girl had brought a food box, which contained very rich dishes, which were much more exquisite than what Zhang Heng had prepared for Fahai.

But Fahai didn't take a bite.

When he noticed Zhang Heng coming in, he looked at him like he was asking for help.

Looking at Fahai's pleading eyes, Zhang Heng knew that he was upset.

Bodhi is nothing, and a bright mirror is not a stand.

Originally there was nothing, so how could it be stained with dust?

Fa Hai was upset and could no longer turn a blind eye to the girl, so he asked him for help.

"I will have two calamities in my life."

"The first is the calamity of love, and the second is the calamity of murder. If you can't survive it, you will only perish in this life."

Wait until the girl leaves.

Fahai and Zhang Hengfen said: "My emotional calamity has come, so I ask my Taoist brother to help me."

Zhang Heng heard the sound, nodded his heart, turned around and left.

Fa Hai sighed and said with a wry smile: "Yes, how can you let others help you when you are in love?"

The next day, Zhang Heng did not come again.
To be continued...