Fanyin Temple.
These three words may sound unremarkable at first glance, but when combined together, they have become a well-known leader of Buddhism and Taoism in the world of self-cultivation. Whether monks or ordinary people, when they hear this name, they will often show admiration and say, "A decent sect."
A long time ago, Ning Ning also thought so.
Until she saw Mingkong's human bell and pestle, and the passionate Buddhist rap of the young master Yonggui.
There seems to be something abnormal in the Buddhist temple full of Buddha's light.
And today, Ning Ning finally got the chance to experience how abnormal this place is.
- Shortly after the exchange and study between Xuanxu Sword Sect and Wanjian Sect, Fanyin Temple held a triennial Buddhist Dharma Conference.
This conference is a grand event in the Buddhist family. In addition to the Buddhist cultivation in all directions, the major immortal sects will also send their disciples to participate in it, so as to get a touch of joy and Buddha's light.
Xuanxu Sword Sect is one of them.
This time, the people who followed Tian Xianzi were Ning Ning, Pei Ji, Zheng Weiqi, Lin Xun and He Zhizhou.
"Don't look at the name 'Buddhist Dharma Conference', which is quite boring, as long as you try it, you will find that it is actually very interesting."
Tian Xianzi walked at the front, and entered the secret voice to the younger disciples behind him: "During the dharma meeting, each elder of the Fanyin Temple will give a small class, the content of which is different, for the disciples of the various sects to study. Buddhism, experience the life of Buddhist monks in Fanyin Temple."
While listening, Ning Ning looked up at the scenery inside the temple.
Midwinter has not yet passed, and the world is still white as far as the eye can see. The ancient temple is leaning on the layers of mountains and peaks, the glazed tiles are brilliant, the temple body is rich vermilion, the forests and cypresses are vigorous and deep, and they are all dyed with flawless white.
There were different colors all around, but when she looked around, she could only see a crowd of people coming and going.
The masters in the Fanyin Temple come from all over the world, without exception, they all wear big flesh-colored heads. When they walk together, they are like boiling eggs in a frying pan, or waves that are constantly up and down, surging from side to side.
The cold winter wind blew past, and Pei Ji next to him coughed softly.
After a period of cultivation in the teacher's sect, his body has recovered a little. Although he can walk down the ground as usual, due to the severe injuries caused by the thunder, his consciousness is still weak.
Ning Ning glanced at him and said warmly, "Do you feel cold?"
Pei Ji shook her head: "No problem."
When he spoke, he lowered his long eyelashes to look at her, then subconsciously pursed his lips and forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his throat.
Pei Ji was dressed in black today, and was lined by the gloomy dark black, and her whole face looked even paler, especially her thin lips were bloodless and looked too dry.
Ning Ning looked up and saw a jade-white hair band hanging down with the black hair.
Or the one she gave him in Luancheng.
After Ning Ning gave it to Pei Ji, he never saw how he used it.
She thought that he liked dark sex, and felt that the color was too abrupt and publicized. Later, after returning from the desert, she heard from He Zhizhou that it turned out that the hair tie had been hidden by Pei Ji in the front of the chest until the last thunderstorm fell. It has long hair tied.
At that time, He Zhizhou asked her half-jokingly: "I said Ning Ning, looking at Junior Brother Pei's cherished look, you didn't give him the hair tie, right?"
Just because of those words, Ning Ning's ears were red on the spot.
Strange to say, Pei Ji has never used it generously, but since Tianhe returned to Xuanxu, he often ties the strap to his hair.
The first time she noticed this change and stared at her, he even blushed awkwardly.
"I'm the first to come back to Fanyin Temple."
Ning Ning retracted his thoughts, lowered his head with a smirk, and hooked his fingertip lightly, just right on his little finger: "Maybe I can see Mingkong and Young Master Yonggui, and I don't know what they are doing."
As she spoke, she hooked her finger upwards.
This force was caught off guard, and although it was only used on the little finger, it caused Pei Ji's entire left hand to move upward. Immediately, the soft and gentle touch gradually stretched, and Ning Ning's five fingers were covered one by one, wrapping the entire palm of his hand.
Pei Ji has never tried to hold hands with her in such a large place - let alone a place where Buddhism is pure.
The clenched left hand froze slightly.
"Pei Ji."
Ning Ning's voice lingered in his ears, low and with a smile: "Why did you never use this hair band before, but suddenly put it on these days?"
In the interval between her words, the warm spiritual power spread from the palm of her hand, like a gurgling stream of water, passing through every stripe on his hand, passing through the blood, and spreading to all parts of the icy cold body, dispelling the uncomfortable cold. .
Ning Ning's hand was much smaller than his, and pressed down softly, like a ball of cotton without bones.
She slowly conveyed her spiritual power, adjusting the movements of holding hands awkwardly and awkwardly.
Pei Ji: "..."
Pei Ji's eyes darkened a little, and suddenly he opened his five fingers to break free, and with a backhand grip, he wrapped Ning Ning's entire right hand in his hand.
"That's right," he felt the warm current in his hands and coughed again, "I just wanted to use it suddenly."
Ningning: "Huh—"
As she said that, she took another step closer to him, bringing a reassuring heat, looking at Pei Ji's eyes without blinking, almost leaning into his ear and smiling: "Really?"
The aura of the black-clothed boy beside him was obviously chaotic for a while.
He was able to slay demons and demons in full view of the public, and was used to being in a state of embarrassment covered in scars and blood, but such a soft, almost ambiguous behavior would make him feel hot in his ears.
Pei Ji didn't respond immediately, and increased the strength on her hand, trying to touch the back of her hand with her fingertips like Ning Ning.
"and also."
The two of them walked at the end of the Xuanxu Sword Sect team, and the others rarely looked back. He touched her jerky, and his throat moved slightly: "Now is not the same as before..."
He had never held out hope, and only dared to look at her figure from a distance, that hair band might be the only thing that could be obtained from Ning Ning.
What's more, given the relationship between the two of them, if they used it, it would always feel like an arrogance.
But now it's different.
This is... a present from the girl he likes.
She also likes him.
Pei Ji had an idea that he had never had before, and wanted more people to know that Ning Ning gave it to him.
Similar to some kind of declaration of sovereignty, or a green, quiet show off.
So childish.
Ning Ning smiled lightly.
Xu Shi heard the laughter, and Pei Ji pressed her palm with her thumb, making a silent and weak protest.
The group followed Tian Xianzi through the crowd of people, and after a while, they arrived at the Dharma Discussion Platform in the center of Fanyin Temple.
"The elders who hold the small class are all on the Dharma platform. You can take a look at it for yourself. If you are interested, you can try it."
After Tian Xianzi finished his introduction, he hurriedly smiled: "Because the teacher will compete with the abbot of Fanyin Temple, let's say goodbye first, everyone, don't worry about it."
Master is an out-and-out sword idiot. Every time he goes to a new place, he has to compete with the local masters.
- The outcome is often a lose-lose situation. Tian Xianzi has no money to heal his injuries, so he can only eat and drink pitifully, and stay in the other's sect as a rice bug.
Although he didn't mean it that way, Ning Ning had reason to suspect that this was a new type of porcelain touching.
She was not surprised by this, she waved her goodbye to Tian Xianzi, Russia turned her head and looked at the masters on the Dharma platform in turn.
The recruitment of this small class is very similar to the orientation of the club. Each elder is sitting on a futon, with many small dark gold characters floating in the air, all of which are condensed with spiritual power, and are used to introduce the content of the small class in detail.
"I attended a Dharma conference before."
Zheng Weiqi seemed to be recalling not-so-good things, and her facial features gradually turned into a bumpy bitter gourd: "In short... you must choose carefully, if you encounter an unreliable monk, you will be tortured miserably."
Ning Ning asked curiously, "Senior sister, which small class did you take last time?"
Zheng Weiqi looked a little stern: "Music and theory are shared."
He Zhizhou was delighted: "Senior Sister Zheng, you won't be assigned to ring the bell, will you?"
After he finished speaking, he gave Ning Ning a voice: "This is not what it is! There is a bell tower strange Amoxilin in Notre Dame de Paris, and our Fanyin Temple has a bell tower sword repair Zheng Weiqi!"
Ning Ning gave him a shocked look.
What amoxicillin, it is obviously called Quasimodo.
"That's not true. Mugu and Chenzhong are all in charge. I'm not good enough."
Zheng Weiqi's eyes were blank, and she fell into memory: "I just entered the main hall with dozens of monks, sat in a small house in Black Blondon, knocked on the wooden fish for three days and three nights, and recited the scriptures while knocking. —Would you like to hear it? Gayati, Parajati, Parasangjati…”
- I don't want to hear it at all!
Moreover, the senior sister has no eyes, and her tone is more and more like a repeating robot! That Buddhist scripture was literally engraved in her DNA, it was terrifying!
"Everyone, look over there."
Lin Xun, who had been silent for a while, suddenly opened his mouth. He was still not used to crowded places, so he took a step beside He Zhizhou as he spoke: "Is that the Young Master Yonggui? Why does he sit on the futon like the elders?"
Ning Ning looked at his sight, and sure enough he saw a familiar figure. Yonggui apparently also saw them, nodded, and showed a very kind smile.
"Buddhist elders have limited energy, and some successful direct disciples can also get the opportunity to teach small classes."
Zheng Weiqi explained patiently, and then frowned: "But this... doesn't look very reliable."
Ning Ning felt the same way: "Senior sister, be more confident and remove the 'look'."
Although the Buddhist rap of Eternal Return is strange, the music is only an external way of cultivating the Tao. In terms of his own habits, he is actually not that strange.
Because of this, the dark gold small characters that appeared beside the little monk were written: Wu Chan.
"Life is like moving clouds and flowing water. Only when the five aggregates are empty can there be no regrets. Covetousness, hatred, and delusion are instantly enlightened, and you can become a Buddha on the ground in Zen."
Yonggui said in a slow voice: "Beyond the five elements and look at things with one's true heart is the 'Zen' in Buddhism. If there is something wrong in your life, you can talk to the monk, maybe I can find it. One or two."
"really?"
Zheng Weiqi became a little interested: "Little Master, I want to make money, practice swordsmanship, and go down the mountain to conquer demons, but now there is too little time to do everything, what should I do?"
Yonggui smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this?"
After he said that, he lowered his head and rummaged in the storage bag for a while. After a while, he took out a few pebbles and a wooden cup.
As expected by Ning Ning, the little monk put the stones into the wooden cup and looked up at Zheng Weiqi: "Donor, is the cup full?"
This way is outdated.
Judging from his proficiency in taking out the storage bag, this so-called "Zen machine" should be a philosophical story of mass production. As long as he encounters an almost suitable problem, he can put it in.
Zheng Weiqi seemed to be looking at a little mentally handicapped. In order to take care of the little master's face, she was still very cooperative: "It's full."
"Not really."
Yonggui was young after all. Seeing her obediently in his sleeve, he was so happy that he forced the corners of his lips down, took out a handful of finely divided sand and stones from the storage bag, and gradually filled the gaps between the stones. : "Look, this is full."
His voice and movements were done in one go, Zheng Weiqi pretended to be enlightened and applauded, but she suddenly heard a serious voice beside her: "No, no, it's not full yet!"
It was He Zhizhou.
"The basic ingredient of sand and stone is silica, and □ can just dissolve silica!"
He Zhizhou's eyes lit up in thought, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "As for the stone in the cup, it belongs to limestone, and the main component is calcium carbonate. As long as an appropriate amount of dilute hydrochloric acid is added, a dissolution reaction can occur. In this way, the cup can be emptied out. It's a lot of space - as long as the chemistry is still there, the glass will never be full, it's amazing!"
Yonggui couldn't understand this pig talk, and looked at him with the eyes of a mentally ill patient.
Yonggui tried his best to use a euphemistic tone: "This donor... Could it be that he is chanting some ancient incantation?"
Young Master Yonggui was praised by Zheng Weiqi, and his heart was almost happy.
Although Senior Sister Zheng is occasionally unreliable, she is always a good cultivator who respects the old and loves the young. Seeing that he is so innocent, his heart of righteousness suddenly rises, and he signs up in the hands of the little monk.
Ning Ning is not very interested in small classes, she prefers to visit Fanyin Temple freely rather than being locked up in the main hall for several days and nights;
It just so happened that Pei Ji was too lazy to participate, so the two hit it off and wandered around on the Dharma platform.
He Zhizhou and Lin Xunai joined in the fun and watched all the assignments. After being asked by Ning Ning which one to choose, He Zhizhou smiled and pointed to an old monk not far away.
Ning Ning raised her eyes and dazzled to look at the dark gold small characters on the side of the man. With just a quick glance, she couldn't help but be startled.
Good guy, write in four big characters: [Uniform temptation].
*
Although the Fanyin Temple is called "Temple", it actually covers a huge area, far more than the size of a temple. The mountains and mountains in all directions are all included in it, and it is far from being able to travel all of them in one day.
Considering Pei Ji's injury, Ning Ning did not go to the colder mountains, but only walked around the temple. When we returned to the temple, it was already dusk.
Unexpectedly, just a few steps forward along the temple gate, the two of them saw He Zhizhou and Lin Xun in a small courtyard not far away.
Ning Ning was very interested in their little class, and pulled Pei Ji curiously forward. When she saw the scene in the courtyard, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
There were quite a lot of people who took part in this small class, all of them were Buddhist practitioners. To talk about lay people, there were only two people, He Zhizhou and Lin Xun.
It was cold in the yard, but everyone took off their coats and held a book of scriptures in their hands.
The Buddhist cultivators all raised their eyebrows, and some people didn't even have an inch on their upper body. Their dantian gathered their qi, and they chanted the scriptures from their throats, which was deafening.
Compared with them, He Zhizhou and Lin Xun were like two thin chicks.
The two curled up side by side in the icy cold corner, the corners of their eyes and brows were blank, because the cold kept shivering. While trembling, he had to open the Buddhist scriptures in his hands pitifully, and recited a familiar sentence: "Jiati Jieti, Parajati, Parasangjajai..."
The scene here is terrible, and in the center of the courtyard, there is an old monk with a smile on his face, and Ming Kong who is also happy.
In front of the two monks, there was also a steaming stove.
"Master, it is indeed a furnace that contains spiritual fire. It is really comfortable and reassuring."
Mingkong raised his hand, stuffed a piece of dessert into his mouth, and showed an incomparably compassionate smile from the corner of his mouth: "The dessert melts in the mouth, and the fire warms people's hearts. It's really nice in winter."
The old monk also smiled, looking up at the corner warmly and gently: "Does anyone want to come and have a bite? Sweet and sticky, if you come, you can still feel the temperature of the fire, how wonderful."
Ning Ning was stunned.
What is a murderous heart.
- It turns out that in [Uniform Temptation], the so-called "uniform" is not a noun, but a verb!
Look at He Zhizhou and Lin Xun again.
Both of them had their eyes split open, and they were so angry that they barked, but they couldn't do anything about it. They were like two hollowed-out mummified corpses. When they looked up to meet her eyes, their eyes were full of tears.
Poor, so pitiful.
Especially Xiao Bailong didn't know anything about everything, and was drawn to this little lesson by He Zhizhou confusedly.
Ning Ning looked sad, and quietly left the courtyard with Pei Ji.
Now that evening is approaching, many small classes have ended the whole day of teaching. She intends to look for Zheng Weiqi's figure in the crowd. After a lot of tossing and turning, she finally sees the big sister at the main entrance of the main hall.
Zheng Weiqi's Zen enlightenment has ended. I don't know why, when Senior Sister Zheng walked on the road with a blank face, she didn't look like Jianxiu, like a homeless female ghost.
Ning Ning felt bad, and tentatively called out, "Senior Sister Zheng?"
Seeing the other party turn his head in surprise, he added, "How have you learned?"
Zheng Weiqi looked at her faintly, her dark pupils were like a pair of gloomy bottomless pits, making Ning Ning's back feel cold.
The scene was silent for a moment.
For a moment, the senior sister smiled, but the corners of her mouth twitched into an arc.
Ning Ning saw that she reached out to the storage bag, took out a handful of fine sand and smashed it against the wind.
Immediately, Zheng Weiqi picked up a flag while holding a pot in her left hand and a cup in her right hand and kept pouring tea, letting hot water pour over her hands, and finally took out a scorpion and stings her arm wildly.
Zheng Weiqi was laughing wildly: "Is the flag moving or when it's full, you have to learn to let go? If you want to pollute pure things, or you want to frame people with innocent thoughts, sin will hurt yourself instead. Sting people is its nature, and compassion is mine. Nature, my nature won't change because of its nature - hahahahaha!"
Ning Ning:…
Ning Ning's eyes became more and more sharp.
Help! Sister Zheng is crazy!
*
This Fanyin Temple is incredible.
There was a small class on the second day. He Zhizhou, Lin Xun and Zheng Weiqi were deeply affected by it. When they came back, they felt as sad as going to a funeral. After some discussion, they decided to go to the forum immediately and cancel their names on the registration form. .
"He asked me to memorize a hundred Buddhist and philosophical stories in one stick of incense."
Zheng Weiqi was walking on the way to the Dharma Forum and complained with a sad expression: "Is this something that people can do? No! The most incredible thing is that several Buddhist practitioners actually memorized it!"
"How did that happen?"
He Zhizhou's eyes were blank: "I thought this small class was about a dozen monks dancing around me wearing cassocks. I would definitely be able to resist the temptation... Why is this happening?"
Lin Xun was shivering from the cold wind: "Woooooo..."
"So," Ning Ning asked cautiously, seeing that he was about to arrive at the forum, "Do you really plan to secretly destroy your name?"
Zheng Weiqi vowed: "There are so many people in a small class, even if one or two of them disappear, it will not attract attention - the only thing we have to be careful about is that tonight's actions must not be noticed."
Therefore, in order to ensure safety, Ning Ning and Pei Ji were placed at the two entrances of the Lunfa Platform respectively, standing still to take care of the wind.
In the cold winter night, everything seems extraordinarily lonely and deserted. A round of the moon sheds its gleaming white light, like water flowing on the snow.
Ning Ning was looking around attentively, and without warning, he felt a sudden spiritual power.
This spiritual power is soft and deep, like a majestic green mountain standing quietly. She felt something was wrong, and quickly used voice transmission to wake up the people inside. Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, a hurried wind passed by her ears.
"It's so late, what is the little benefactor doing here? Seeing you patrolling around, are you looking for someone?"
The gentle young man's voice was as clear as snow, Ning Ning looked up and saw a monk with sword eyebrows and star eyes.
As he said, he turned his eyes slightly, passed Ning Ning, and looked directly at the three shadows standing in the table: "Or, are you doing something else on purpose... bad things?"
This person came silently, and appeared beside her almost instantly, presumably with a deep cultivation base.
Sure enough, in the next instant, Ning Ning heard his polite voice: "The poor monk is silent."
It turned out to be Elder Jiru of Fanyin Temple.
Doing bad things was caught on the spot by the host, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.
"I-I'm-"
If it is said that they are walking, they are separated and Zheng Weiqi and others are still sneaking in front of the list. If this is explained, it will only increase suspicion.
Ning Ning really couldn't think of a reason, so he could only hesitantly procrastinate, racking his brains to make up excuses. At this moment, Pei Ji's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
He whispered: "I found them."
What? find who? Who is to be found
Ning Ning couldn't figure out the logic in this sentence, so he could only nod his head blankly, and listen to Pei Ji continue: "You have to be mentally prepared, they are not the same as usual."
He paused for a while, and said with a heavier tone, "After all, he is... sleepwalking."
Ning Ning was stunned.
Pei Ji actually said something very serious!
These words were worthy of falling, and not only was Si Ru elder stunned, but the other three people on the Dharma platform were equally stunned, exchanging glances with each other hastily.
He Zhizhou: "Sleepwalking?"
Lin Xun: "Yes, is it feasible?"
Zheng Weiqi: "He said that, we can only do it—wait, who knows what virtue sleepwalking is?"
He Zhizhou: "Look at me!"
The fresh snow reflected the moonlight, and there was a very brief silence all around. In the boundless night, Ji Ru clearly saw that a certain figure on the Dharma platform moved slowly.
Standing and wriggling.
The moonlight wet the man's face, and he saw the appearance of the young swordsman.
His face was pale, his expression was erratic, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, revealing only a small slit. Looking through the slit, one could see frenzied white eyes and frenzied eyeballs.
Immediately after the moonlight dimmed, the three bodies suddenly stood up, all of them hanging their necks and arms, and began to move slowly and stiffly. The scene was very strange at one time, and Miao Village had to call his own brother directly when he saw the corpse.
Especially the young man who rolled his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, his mouth and eyes were crooked, and he had already started grinding his teeth.
With the appearance of He Zhizhou, Ning Ning thought of the Yuanmou man in the history textbook very out of place.
"This… "
Silent for a moment: "Is this sleepwalking?"
His last word was still stuck in his throat, and he saw He Zhizhou getting closer and closer, while walking the zombie steps, he murmured a devilish whisper from his mouth: "Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, carbon nitrogen oxyfluorine neon , Na-Mg-Al-Si-P…”
This is the normal periodic table of elements, but Jiru doesn't know anything about it.
He just thought it was so weird and terrifying. What this man said in his sleep was like a spell left in the ancient times, and people couldn't understand it at all!
"Silence like an elder."
Pei Ji's tone was very light: "My sect disciples often sleepwalk together, do you want me to wake them up?"
Silent looks complicated.
Ji Ru: "Isn't it necessary? I heard that sleepwalking can't wake up halfway... How about we still quietly?"
He paused for a while, and then hesitantly said: "I didn't expect that the pressure on the disciples of Xuanxu Sword Sect would be so great, how can you raise such a good child with such a disease?"
Pei Ji was silent, and after a while, he pointed to the plum blossom beside him.
Ji Ru suddenly realized: "Oh! Do you want to say that the fragrance of plum blossoms has come from bitter cold, and you have been practicing swordsmanship for many years, so you must endure such hardships?"
Pei Ji shook her head and pointed to He Zhizhou and Lin Xun not far away: "Jian Xiu."
Then he glanced at the plum branch hanging in front of him: "No money (Plum Qian)."
Ning Ning said "Wow" in her heart.
Pei Ji, Chao will draw inferences from others!