"Senior brother, he is brave and diligent, and he is a man of great wisdom, but sometimes he is a bit stubborn. In fact, there is no malicious intention. Although you don't want to be with the green lantern, the vast Buddha Dharma does not have to cut off the blue silk and go deep into the mountains.

If you can cultivate it, the Tao will be everywhere, but the Buddha will only be in your heart." It was rare for Dharma Shan to show a solemn and serious expression, but he did appear to be solemn in appearance.

Xu Xian couldn't help but straighten his expression after hearing his sincerity, clasped his hands together and said, "Shise, please remember your uncle's teachings!"

"Release color?"

"That's the Dharma name given by the master to his disciples!" Xu Xian's face was slightly arrogant. Although he knew that this color is not that color, he still didn't think it sounded very good. But I think this Dharma Master can understand the mysterious Buddhist philosophy that color is emptiness... Asshole

, you are laughing your ass off!

Fashan's shoulders shook at first, and then he simply covered his stomach and burst into laughter. He pointed at Xu Xian with one finger and said, "Release... release color..." Obviously, what this eminent Buddhist monk was thinking of was not the high-end stuff like "color is emptiness", but something like that.

Some very vulgar things.

The high-pitched laughter startled a flock of forest birds, and the laughter reached the sky.

Pan Yu and Yun Yan also smiled, ignoring Xu Xian's trembling eyebrows and ugly expression.

Only the old nun still looked bitter and resentful, and she obviously had a lot of fun.

Xu Xian interrupted, "Master!" Master, you can't be like this, master, your image just now has been completely ruined, do you know that?

Fashan calmed down his smile slightly, glanced at Pan Yu and Yun Yan, shook his head and sighed: "Senior Brother Fahai is indeed a very wise man. I feel ashamed of myself. I feel ashamed of myself. Why don't you turn to me as your teacher!"

Then you can smile every day, right! Xu Xian is glad that he has worshiped the right master, at least he has the image of a eminent monk. For this person, it is completely incomparable if you talk to him about the wise Buddhist principles and principles of life.

It was fun to accidentally fart while discussing the Dharma. So the old nun came to him to talk about Dharma in a serious way, about Buddha, emptiness, and the like. He just found it extremely boring, and he just bowed down and gave up.

"Are you really an enlightened monk?"

"It was worth coming this time!" Fashan said sincerely.

Is this worth it!?

Fashan looked back at the old nun with a bright smile, "Why don't you smile at such a funny Dharma name? Do you not understand? Let me explain to you. His Dharma name is clearly called Shise.

But people are very lustful. I heard that there are not only these two, but also many confidantes. They even fought with my senior brother over a girl named Bai Suzhen. They are desperate and extremely lustful. You can tell whether it is funny or not!"

"Yan'er, Mingyu, why are you nodding?" Xu Xian was dissatisfied.

"I just think what this master said makes sense!" Pan Yu shook his head.

"Yes, yes!" Yun Yan agreed.

When Fashan enthusiastically explained to the old nun the funny point of the name of the Dharma, it was completely different from when he was absent-mindedly speaking the sermon.

However, the old nun had no intention of being grateful at all, and still had a straight face with a green air floating on it.

A monk and a nun stand opposite each other. They are both skinny, but they give people completely different impressions. Fashan's face is not as dead as the old nun's, but full of vitality. The crisscrossing wrinkles are even more...

There is no rigidity at all, but the smile lines accumulated over countless years are etched into the smiles and laughter of the past, and are not willing to be healed.

Fashan shook his head and sighed, "Hey, if you live like this, what's the point of living for another hundred or thousand years? It's like living in hell everywhere, and you won't be able to reach the paradise world until one day. You are in a sea of ​​suffering, so what?

How to save people from the sea of ​​suffering?" After saying this, he gently tapped his finger on the old nun's eyebrows, "When a person's heart grows old, he forgets how to laugh!"

Xu Xian saw the old nun trembling all over, every inch of her skin trembling, the wrinkles on her face shrinking one by one, the bones all over her body creaking, and then shrinking little by little. The silk clothes on her body gradually became wider.

Suddenly, the dry old nun turned into a juicy child.

"Withered trees bloom in spring!" Xu Xian was secretly shocked. This was not an ordinary illusion, but a real reversal of the chance of life and death, allowing dead trees to bloom in spring. The cultivation of this Buddhist monk was indeed first-rate among gods, and was by no means inferior to the sea of ​​​​fa.

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The old nun felt sore and itchy all over her body and couldn't move. She thought that Fa Shan was going to use some magic to torture her, so she just gritted her teeth and endured until all the pain disappeared. Her hands became smaller and her skin became whiter.

His face was red, and he quickly carried his large silk clothes to the stream to take a picture. He was so frightened that he stepped back several steps and asked Fashan: "You... what did you do to me? How did I become like this!"

She quickly covered her mouth, but even her voice became tender and crisp, countless times better than the original tone that sounded like a broken gong.

"Change? Isn't this the original you?"

"Quickly, change me back!" The old nun, no, I should say the little nun now, turned pale with fright, she finally saw the tricks of the immortal family.

Xu Xian shouted, "Don't be ungrateful. Master Fashan is spending his longevity to extend your life."

Of course, this is not without cost, otherwise flat peaches that can extend life span would not be so precious. Who can easily sacrifice a hundred years of life?

The little nun looked at Fashan and saw that he was still smiling, but with a hint of fatigue. Looking closely, he seemed to be a little older than before, but she was full of vitality. She knew that what Xu Xian said was true.

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The little nun looked complicated, "You... why are you like this?" The lifespan of ordinary practitioners is limited. She knew that her time was running out, so she chose a disciple and prepared to pass on the mantle. This moment undoubtedly gave her a better path to practice.

, bringing about a sudden turn of events.

"I have said that we have a master-disciple relationship. It would be boring if you died early. And you might as well understand the original state of mind and smile more."

The little nun was silent for a moment, looking back at her own reflection in the stream. With the ups and downs of the stream, the situation two hundred years ago was vaguely revealed. Was she happy at that time? How many years ago was the last time she laughed out loud?

Nuns are different from monks. In this era, there are several women from good families who will become nuns. The Qingdeng Ancient Buddha can only reduce pain, but it cannot bring joy. So, I want to erase the sad lines on my face.

, if you do it again, you must leave traces of your smile. If you can spend your life smiling, you will definitely have no regrets when you die.

"Master!" The little nun bowed to Fashan sincerely. If people treat me with sincerity, how can I not treat others with sincerity. She thought of the tricks she used when she wanted to accept Pan Yu as her disciple.

, I can’t help but feel ashamed for all the scheming I set up. The realm is clear. The real Dharma does not lie in the witty words in the meditation room. How can you do a small kindness to others if you say the word "compassion"?

?

Fa Shan smiled and said, "I've never asked you, what is your Dharma name?"

"Master, please give me another Dharma name!"

Fashan frowned in thought, then clenched his fists, "Dharma's name is an important matter. Master Rong should think about it carefully. It must not be worse than Shise!"

Xu Xian was speechless, do you really take the Dharma name as a big deal?! When you think about the Dharma name, you don’t consider the connotation, but the laughs!

The little nun was honest and didn't take it seriously.

Xu Xian was puzzled, "Since Master has such means, why not make himself younger?"

"Nephew Shise, haha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, why do you need to be obsessed with appearance?"

The corner of Xu Xian's mouth was swollen, so you know this sentence, so please think about it when you recite my Dharma name, and don't say "hehe". And even if you say this now, you can't save your image.

Fashan blinked, "And don't you think I'm funny now?"

Xu Xian was speechless, looking at his rickety and skinny body wearing a large and gorgeous outfit that was so ill-fitting that it looked like it was stolen, giving him an inexplicable sense of joy.

Fashan said: "Shise, my nephew, haha, I've got something done here. I'm going back, uncle. If you have time, you might as well come and sit in the temple. The poor monk has been practicing for thousands of years, and he has accumulated many good jokes in his stomach. What you heard

There’s no one who doesn’t laugh.”

Xu Xian gritted his teeth and said, "Will you die if you don't recite my Dharma name?" Besides, who would want to go to a temple that listens to jokes?

Xu Xian still doesn't know that in the countless encounters with Monk Fashan in the future, Fashan will insist on calling him by his name, and will never use the terms "Mr. Xu" or "Almsgiver Xu" again.

Fashan waved his broad sleeves and flew away with the little nun. He suddenly turned around and said: "By the way, senior brother Fahai may come to the capital in the near future. After all, it's a master-disciple relationship. You might as well go and see the last one."

See you, let's smile and let go of grudges when we meet. Right, nephew Shise, haha!"

"Haha, your sister!" Xu Xian muttered, watching the old monk leave who only had "joy" left in his life.

But after hearing this, I couldn't help but start thinking, Fahai will also come to Beijing? And why did he come?

For Hu Xinyue who stole his purple golden bowl? Or for Taiyin Zhenren who made elixirs to save the calamity? The capital city, which is already turbulent, will become more and more unpredictable, and how will I deal with it?

"Hanwen." Pan Yu stepped forward and called softly.

Xu Xiandao: "That vixen kept threatening me to get into the alchemy furnace and run away. I couldn't contact the master, so I spent a lot of time arguing with her..."

"I didn't ask you, so I kept talking!" Pan Yu blocked his mouth with her fingertips and wrinkled the tip of her nose, which was so cute.

"Mingyu, you are becoming more and more feminine now!" Xu Xian admired sincerely.

"Didn't I feel feminine before?" Pan Yujiao complained.

Xu Xian was moved and at a loss for words. She was originally beautiful and charming, more calm and free-spirited than a man, but it was extremely rare to see a little girl coquettish. When she saw her by chance, she would inevitably regard her as a rarity. This was a beauty that was only shown to him.
Chapter completed!