"What about my hair?"
Nanzhan Buzhou, Beishenshan area, a place that almost everyone is familiar with, but they never know where it is. There is a fairy mountain, full of Zen sounds, and pieces of Buddhism. It is said that I have stayed here for a long time. Obstinate stones will nod their heads. Practitioners encounter demonic obstacles. When they come here and practice for a period of time, they will naturally become clear and clear, and realize the Dao. Because this place is full of incredible spirituality, it is the origin of Mahayana Buddhism, so people in the world It is called Lingshan, but it is one of the most holy places in the world.
Among the Lingshan Temple, there is an ancient temple with green pine and strange stones and smoke curling up. For thousands of years, it has been quiet and peaceful. Even the chirping of apes and birds seems to be winding and soft. I mean, of course, this was in the past, but in the Lingshan Temple today, suddenly there was a wailing like a pig killing, startled a bunch of tits, and ruined that bit of peace.
"Senior brother, don't worry, senior brother, don't worry, since you want to enter my Lingshan Temple, you will naturally have to shave off those three thousand threads of trouble..."
A panicked voice kept dissuading him, it sounded like he was frightened.
"I'm not in a hurry, sir, who the hell shaved my hair..."
In a large hall on the mountainside of Lingshan Temple, there is a majestic Buddha statue, but below, a gray-clothed monk is full of hostility, holding a knife and looking for someone desperately. He says he is a monk, but he doesn't look like a monk. There are no scars, and from the skin on the neck and the wrists of both hands, it is densely covered with black scriptures, which looks like a tattoo.
"Um, senior brother, just shaved his head, so there's no need to kill people, right?"
Opposite the gray-clothed monk, there is also a young monk in white robes, holding the hand of the razor secretly behind his back.
"Why not? Whoever shaves my hair, I will cut off his head, and the Buddha will not give me face!"
The gray-clothed monk turned around anxiously, seeing the ferocity in his body, he really wanted to pick up a knife and kill someone.
"No wonder Senior Uncle Bai tricked me into coming to shave senior brother's head, I'm miserable..."
The little monk in white groaned inwardly, cursing that Master Bai who lied to him in his heart.
"Damn bald donkey, did you shave my head?"
The gray-clothed monk had sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of the hidden hand of the white-clothed little monk, and asked vigilantly.
"No, no, how could it be me, the little monk only knows how to read scriptures and practice Zen, and never touches a knife..."
"Then what is in your hand?"
"Hehehehehe, it's just a scripture!"
"Take it out and show me!"
"Brother, do you want to read Buddhist scriptures? I'll go to the Sutra Pavilion to get them for you..."
"I'll wipe you and show me... Okay, you dead bald donkey, you really shaved my head, I'll chop you to death..."
"Oh my brother, please forgive me, I don't dare to do it anymore..."
Two figures, one gray and one white, chased and fought fiercely around this ancient temple of thousands of years old. The handsome and holy little monk screamed like a butcher, and it took half an hour to chase and kill him. He didn't lose his head, but the two dark eye circles on his handsome face were extremely funny. Be careful with him, leaning towards the gray-clothed monk lying on the incense table with his legs crossed, smiling all over his face.
"Brother, have you calmed down yet? I still have something to tell you..."
"Master, what about my wine gourd? First, let's moisten your throat with some wine..."
"We are a monastery here, there is no wine..."
"..."
"Brother, what do you see me doing?"
"I just look at you and it's not pleasing to the eye..."
"...then I'll wait until you calm down, senior brother..."
"... Then you fart, let it go!"
"Eh... Brother, you speak so vulgarly..."
The two monks, one gray and one white, didn't know how long it took before they calmed down. The little monk in white had a good temper, and finally after getting permission from the monk in gray, he said with a smile: "Brother, you have been in a coma for a month. Well, Mr. Bai guessed that you would wake up today, so he asked me to come and see you. I also saw a section of hair growing on your head, so I shaved it for you... "
"I... I want to kill someone again..."
The gray-clothed monk couldn't hold back for a while, and cursed angrily.
This gray-clothed monk is naturally Fang Xing. He fell into a coma for a month, but now he is barely waking up. At the beginning, he was very excited. He only felt that his strength was astonishing, and the long-lost feeling of self-cultivation returned, and he had played a little trick before. , the serious injury from a battle with Huangfu Jingduan was miraculously repaired at this time, and his physical condition seemed to be better than ten years ago, but before he had time to get excited, he looked at it from the bronze mirror in the Buddhist hall. When he saw a bald head, he frightened himself into a daze...
I am a dignified and beautiful husband in troubled times... How did I become a bald donkey
As a little bandit who looks pretty from time to time and poses in the bronze mirror, his hair was shaved and he was put on an ugly and rustic gray monk robe, and there was another look in front of him The little monk in white clothes who looks like a rabbit is a strong contrast. This is simply too deceiving. The little bandit almost cried out of anger. Can he do it without killing people
"Put the fart away, and get out of my way, my eleventh uncle?"
He pointed at the little monk angrily, but he had nothing to do with this good-tempered guy, so he could only speak in a bluffing manner.
"Uncle Eleven? Oh, oh, you mean Uncle Bai. He left Lingshan ten days ago and went to Shenzhou. I don't know what he is doing. He only left his life with me and said that I would take care of him. You, you said you would wake up in ten days, but you really woke up, my task is about to be completed, after helping you get shaved, you can go out to play in the mountains... "
"Uncle Eleven is gone?"
Fang Xing was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and just about to continue asking, he suddenly realized another question: "Shaving degree? What degree of shaving?"
The little monk smiled all over his face: "Of course you will become a monk with me! It stands to reason that seniors should be ranked from the bottom when you first entered Lingshan Temple. Let's arrange the positions, you and I are in the same generation, as long as you receive the cassock and get the ring scars, we are all monks of the god-like generation of Lingshan Temple, but the junior brother of the elder Jiurou..."
"I'll go to your uncle, the devil wants to be a monk..."
The little monk in white said happily, but Fang Xing's complexion became more and more ugly, and finally broke out, he picked up the knife and chopped at the little monk in white. Fortunately, the little monk didn't react slowly, and he fell short The hair brushed against his scalp, and his small face, which was already as white as jade porcelain, was so white that it was almost transparent. Tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, and he was stunned.
"Brother, please forgive me..."
"Do you still dare to mention anything about shaving?"
"Brother, you really need to be shaved..."
"Damn it, I want to kill you if you shave my hair, and I can't spare you this time..."
"But brother... you... you will die if you don't shave..."
The little monk in white had never met Fang Xing's bandit temperament before, he was so frightened that he stuttered.
"will die?"
Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, put away the knife, and waved to the little monk: "Come here and tell me well..."
His own life was at stake, so he didn't dare to be careless, and after all, he had a strong soul and was extremely sensitive to some hidden dangers of his own. Although he hadn't recovered his cultivation for a long time and hadn't reached the peak of spiritual sensitivity, he still felt faintly, Under his current extremely strong physical condition, there seems to be some kind of hidden danger that makes him a little frightened, but he can't distinguish it clearly.
Seeing him asking questions, the little monk finally breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and explained with concern: "Oh, brother, you don't know, when Uncle Bai brought you back, you were like a rag bag, with all your meridians covered. It was broken inch by inch, and the body was bitten into inhuman form. There were a large number of scars and blood stains on the body, a large piece of red paste, and the source of Taoism was exhausted. It was more like a dead person than a dead person. A rag is more beautiful than you, my little monk. I took a look at you, so distressed, I can't eat for three days..."
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and picked up the knife: "... let's get down to business..."
The little monk Shenxiu shrank his head in fright, and hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "You really couldn't survive, but Master Bai used the Huangfu family's greatest wealth, the Panacea Pill, and injected it into your body. You can live now because you are alive." Relying on the vitality emanating from the alchemy from time to time, to put it simply, every breath of kung fu you live now is borrowed by Master Bai for you. Array, reciting the scriptures to seal your 123,600 orifices in the sky, this is considered to suppress that panacea in your body, but the leader also said that this is only temporary, the seal of the scriptures It will weaken with time. If you can't practice the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra before the seal disappears, and comprehend the true meaning of freedom in the sutra, and completely refine this panacea into your own Taoist foundation, the power of the seal will not be enough to suppress it. When the panacea is used, this pill will break through and flee, and then you will disappear..."
Fang Xing listened carefully, but he didn't doubt that the little monk was telling the truth, but after staying for a while, he couldn't help but said: "Then quickly refine this panacea, why do you have to be a monk, little brother?" Lord, I still have a daughter-in-law..."
The little monk turned serious, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, there is really no way, if you want to understand the true meaning of Nirvana, you have to comprehend our Lingshan Temple's treasured sutra, the Great Tathagata. After the war to exterminate Buddha, Lingshan Temple has strict training. If you don’t enter my Buddhist school, you will never pass on the scriptures lightly. The chief has already said that if you refuse to be a Buddhist disciple of my Buddhist school, Lingshan, you must not pass on the scriptures to you... "
"this… "
Fang Xing panicked when he heard this: "I really have to be a monk, so what difference does it make if I recover or not..."