Outside the Baiyun Temple, the birds chirp, in the broken temple, the monk Baoshan sits on the futon, twisting a string of sandalwood Buddha beads, in front of the incense burner, the incense is curling, on the ground, a few chicken bones are faintly visible.

A tempting greasy fragrance wafted in from outside the door, and the monk's nose moved, and the futon under the seat moved out with his body.

Gurgle.

Monk Baoshan's legs hit the threshold, he opened his mixed eyes, pointed out of the wall, and said: "Chen boy, you don't come to Baiyun Temple, go quickly, go quickly, the poor monk doesn't want to see you." ”

Chen Fan's bad voice came from outside the wall: "Authentic firewood fat roast chicken." ”

"Hey, boy, the chickens stay, you guys can get out. Monk Baoshan got up, stumbled and almost tripped over the threshold.

He walked out of the broken temple, Chen Fan was already standing in the courtyard, with a fat roast chicken in his left hand and a bottle of earthen pot of strong liquor in his right hand.

"I said no, my body is very honest. ”

Chen Fan opened the lid of the liquor jar, a burst of wine fragrance escaped, and threw it to Monk Baoshan, and a few drops of hops were sprinkled in the air, which aroused the taste buds of Monk Baoshan.

Monk Baoshan took a sip of liquor, pounced in front of Chen Fan like an old hungry dog, and tore the roast chicken in Chen Fan's hand, the chicken was full of chicken shreds and cracked, Chen Fan only held a fat and greasy chicken leg, and the rest fell into the hands of Monk Baoshan.

Chen Fan tasted slowly, the monk Baoshan devoured it, the Buddha beads were stained with oil, and the slag on his beard was also dropped, a jar of wine was put to his mouth, and he drank it in a big gulp, while Chen Fan was holding a small cup and slowly tasting the taste.

"Hahaha, happy, happy!" Monk Baoshan flicked his greasy sleeves, "The fat local chicken in October and a half, smoked and roasted with pine branch charcoal for more than five hours, and then smeared with a little game and choked dogwood, only a little pepper and salt, such a delicacy in the world, I haven't tasted it for a long time." ”

"That is, when Saihuatuo and I were in the mountains, we could only steal one or two a year, and the villagers' chicken coop was very tight, and it was difficult to start. Chen Fan rubbed his hands and glanced at Hanyun Temple with a seemingly casual gaze, "What about the monk of the Six Senses? ”

Monk Baoshan put down the wine jar in his hand, shook his head and sighed, "The poor monk knows that you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, this is to pinch my sore spot, and I am here for entertainment, some people can't keep it, the six senses have already left, this Baiyun Temple, now there is only a roll of white clouds in the sky, and a wisp of white emptiness of the poor monk." ”

Monk Baoshan threw away the chicken ribs on his hand and wiped his hands, "Say, your kid is a chicken and a wine, there must be something, but there is one point, I will declare first, don't ask me about everything about Dayin Temple." ”

"Huh?" Chen Fan showed surprise on his face, "Great monk, the main reason why I came to you is to ask about Dayin Temple. ”

"You're in trouble. Monk Baoshan twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, "The son of the Buddha girl is dead, and the two sons of Cangyunguan are dead, you tell me honestly, did you do it?"

"Master, I said no, do you believe it? Chen Fan looked at the face of Monk Baoshan.

Monk Baoshan has clear eyes and eyebrows, without any hesitation, "The poor monk believes it, but others may not believe it." ”

"Thank you, Master, don't you really plan to reveal a little bit about the matter of Dayin Temple?" Chen Fan's eyes were faintly expectant.

"Amitabha, many years ago, the poor monk for the Lingyin Temple, went to the Dayin Temple and the great host to discuss the Buddha, and was defeated by the difference between the six-character mantra, and the poor monk gave himself a forbidden speech at that time. As the monk Baoshan spoke, he opened his palm, only to see that there were six mantra Buddha seals on the palm.

Chen Fan's eyes stared at the six mantra Buddha seals, and in a trance, the six-character mantra in the spiritual platform emitted layers of colorful light, as if it was about to break out.

The six-character mantra that Chen Fan has never been able to comprehend in the past seems to have a momentary inspiration in this second.

Chen Fan's momentary loss of consciousness was still noticed by Monk Baoshan at all.

"Huh?"

Monk Baoshan leaned closer to Chen Fan, and his expression became solemn.

As soon as he threw his palm, golden swastika symbols appeared in his palm, which instantly poured into Chen Fan's eyebrows.

An unexpected scene appeared, under the blessing of the Buddhist Dharma of Monk Baoshan, behind Chen Fan, a strange Buddha phantom appeared.

As soon as Chen Fan opened his eyes, the Buddha also seemed to have opened his eyes, and the two golden lights were shining brightly, shining on the robe worn by the monk Baoshan and the Buddha's light was also a glimpse of the Buddha's light, like a big Buddha.

The peculiar sound of Sanskrit permeates the Baiyun Temple, and there are thousands of monks reciting the six-character mantra.

The wine jar held by the monk Baoshan was shattered to the ground, and he sat on the ground, solemn.

"Amitabha!"

Reciting the Buddha's name, the six-character mantra in the palm of the monk Baoshan suddenly seemed to be burned by golden light, and gradually turned into gold dust in the sky and dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, the vision outside Chen Fan's body gradually disappeared, and Chen Fan's eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

Just now, he listened to a thousand Buddha dojos, the past life, reincarnation, life, death, and mystery, and finally turned into those six-character mantras.

"Here you come. ”

Monk Baoshan got up and beckoned to Chen Fan, and he turned around and walked into the broken temple.

Chen Fan's heart was still in shock, and the words of Monk Baoshan seemed to be mixed with some kind of mantra, and he followed him into the temple.

At this time, when Chen Fan looked at the big Buddha in the temple again, he faintly felt that the big Buddha was vivid, and he could come to life with just a little stroke.

Monk Baoshan lit three sticks of incense and handed them to Chen Fan's hand, he straightened his robe again, dusted the dust on his arms with a pure Zen cloth, straightened out his beard, pointed to the futon, and he knelt down to worship the incense first.

Chen Fan was inexplicable in his heart, and put the three incense sticks on the incense burner, in line with respect for the Baoshan monk, he learned from the Baoshan monk to kneel on the futon, he knelt not the Buddha, but the Buddha condensed in his heart.

After going through the process, Baoshan monk and Chen Fan sat on the ground, and he said: "I can't imagine that the Buddha book of my Lingyin Temple, "Six-Character Mantra and Truth Mantra", has been inherited by you, what is going on?." ”

Chen Fan scratched his head and said, "The Six-Character Mantra of Truth, I got it in a book of the Garan Sutra by King Pulun Daming. ”

Chen Fan told Monk Baoshan about getting the scriptures from King Pulun Daming, of course, Chen Fan did not hide that King Pulun Daming was killed by him.

"It's no wonder, everything is a definite number of cause and effect, Chen Xiaozi, you and I Buddhism are destined. ”

After Monk Baoshan sighed, his face showed sadness, and Chen Fan noticed that the six-character mantra Buddha seal in his palm had been lifted.

"Back then, Lingyin Temple was all because of this "Six-Character Mantra Mantra" and suffered disasters, my junior brother Baoming monk, but also passed away in the Snow Mountain, one hundred and three monks in the temple, all died because of the six-character mantra, Chen Fan, you have been stained with cause and effect, and now you are willing to enter my Buddhism?" Baoshan monk looked at Chen Fan expectantly.

(End of chapter)