Whether to be a monk or not, this is a difficult question to decide!
Fang Xing has been deeply pondering over a problem for the past two days. In his opinion, a monk who eats green vegetables, keeps the green lanterns, and sits motionless every day reciting ghost scriptures is absolutely unacceptable. Meat, you have to marry a wife, and you have to go around. These are indispensable. Although there is a wine and meat monk first, let him know that monks may not be able to eat meat, but the wine and meat monk does not have a wife... Besides, Fang Uncle is such a cute bandit, with a shaved head and wearing a monk robe, isn't it ugly
How hard life is!
In the past few days, Fang Xing's sad figure appeared in various places in Lingshan Temple, and his mood was endless.
The little monk Shenxiu who was ordered by his master to shave Fang Xing knew that his senior brother was worried, and followed him all day long to persuade him. When Fang Xing went to the Buddhist hall, he followed him to the Buddhist hall. Narratives are terribly annoying.
"Senior brother, women are disasters, and they are most likely to be contaminated by karma. Wouldn't it be cleaner not to marry a daughter-in-law?"
"If you want to be quiet, why don't you just become a eunuch?"
"Eh... Being a monk is empty of all things, staying away from the chaotic world, it is helpful for practice..."
"The four elements are all empty, you still practice ass, wouldn't it be better to die?"
"Eh... When a monk quits the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, how many unnecessary troubles will be reduced..."
"Trouble? That's all fun..."
"Er... what do you mean by senior brother's words?"
"Do you know how good it is to put white money in your pocket? You can buy whatever you want. If you have money, you are a master. Is this called greed? Do you know how good it is to beat someone you hate? You punch him Can't find the north, let out a bad breath, is this called anger? Do you know how cool it is to be a master in an industry? Specialize in looting houses, robbing riches and helping me, can this be called insanity?"
"Uh... Brother, I think you have some problems with your understanding!"
"It's because you have a problem with your thinking. You poor bastard who was born in a monk's nest still have the nerve to persuade the young master? Let me tell you, this mountain, the world of flowers and flowers is so fun. You don't put oil in the green vegetables and tofu every day. How pathetic is this? Young master, when I was at the foot of the mountain, big fish and big meat were delicious, and one bite would make your mouth full of oil. Singing and dancing beside you, and the countless treasures in the practice world, all kinds of valuable goodies, others broke their heads for this, but you put them all in your pockets, all of them are ours, this Do you understand the taste?"
The young monk Shenxiu, who was clearly here to persuade him to shave, was so moved that his eyes lit up.
"Uh... senior brother, getting these things is a blessing, not getting them is suffering. Master said that the most miserable thing in the world is not getting it. Because of all these temptations, people always get what they want, so all living beings are doomed. Bitterness, my Buddha said to cut off the mortal relationship..."
After a long time, the little monk still held back and tried to persuade Fang Xing.
"If you can't ask for it, it's because you are useless. If you work hard, you can get it?"
Fang Xing was not happy anymore, and looked at the little monk with hatred, he also became interested, shook off his cheeks, and talked to the little monk all afternoon, sighing what the little monk said, and at first he opened his mouth He retorted a few words, but at the end his eyes glowed, and while he couldn't stop praying to Buddha, he couldn't help asking, so that Fang Xing could speak more carefully, and he was already ready to move.
"How come I was adopted by a monk when I was born..."
As the dusk continued, the little monk Shenxiu was fascinated leisurely, and muttered something in his mouth.
"Hahahaha... Regret it? Let me tell you, the fun things under the mountain are not the only things I said..."
Fang Xing was very proud, and continued to encourage the little monk Shenxiu, speaking so vigorously that he couldn't even show the erotic pictures.
The little monk Shenxiu was quite moved, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and a trace of glistening saliva hung on the corner of his mouth, but he felt that something was wrong in his heart, and after holding back for a long time, he whispered: "Senior brother, come down the mountain again!" Okay, don’t you deserve to be a monk? The things you said are fun, but when you become a monk, you just can’t play casually, but if you die, you can’t play at all... "
One sentence silenced Fang Xing's words, his mouth was slightly opened, his excitement was completely gone, and his face was depressed.
Sensing the deep grief coming from him, based on past experience, Shenxiu knew that he would definitely beat her up, so before he could turn her grief into anger, she jumped up in fright and said, "Bad!" It's too bad, brother, you have aroused my evil thoughts, sins, sins, no, no, I will go to the Buddha and recite the Prajna Sutra 10,000 times to clear my heart..."
Throwing down a word, he ran away with a squeak, leaving Fang Xing sad alone.
"Yes, you can still break the precepts if you become a monk, but if you don't become a monk, you don't even have the chance to break the precepts..."
Fang Xing thought sadly in his heart, his face was full of sadness.
Although he talked about a little monk with deep spiritual roots this afternoon, Fang Xing still couldn't solve his own problem. The little monk Shenxiu became a monk because he was a child in the monk temple, but he was To save my life...
So should the monk do it or not
Fang Xing, whose ears were finally quiet, started to wander around the Lingshan Temple with his hands behind his back, sighing.
In this huge Lingshan Temple, there are actually very few monks. Unlike other famous mountain sects with tens of thousands of disciples, although Lingshan Temple is the last Buddhist land, there are only a hundred or ten monks in the temple, and the general situation At present, the doors are closed and never appear easily, which makes this Lingshan Temple a bit too quiet. You can't even see a person from morning to night, and now the wine and meat monk is bringing seven Twelve monks helped Xiao Xue practice demons, and the head of Lingshan Temple was also sitting there, and Uncle Eleven left Lingshan Temple before he woke up and rushed to Shenzhou, but Fang Xing had no one to talk to.
This troublesome question, after all, I still have to figure it out slowly...
The Daxiong Hall, the Ancient Buddha Dojo, the Bodhi Pagoda Forest, and the Sutra Pavilion, all left a lonely figure of Fang Xing.
In the past few days, he also carefully explored his physical condition, and found that his condition seemed to be completely recovered, as the little monk Shenxiu said, but in fact there was a huge hidden danger. Run away, and now I can maintain my vitality, all because of the majestic vitality contained in this panacea pill, when this pill leaves the body, it is the time when I die!
The current self has locked the panacea by relying on the scriptures on the surface of the body, but the power of the scriptures on this body will gradually weaken with the passage of time, and when the power dissipates to a certain When the level is reached, the panacea will definitely escape.
Unless you have practiced the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra!
This question locked Fang Xing firmly, and he couldn't feel at ease.
And during this period of time, no one in Lingshan Temple came to ask him except the little monk Shenxiu. First, because Xiao Xue’s problem had not been completely resolved, and second, Lingshan Temple probably never thought that Fang Xing would have The second way is fine...
People always have to die!
"Well, being a monk is boring, but for my own sake..."
Facing the deep twilight, Fang Xing, who had hesitated for many days, finally slapped his thigh and made a decision.
He raised his heart, touched his bald head, and immediately walked slowly towards the depths of Lingshan Temple with heavy steps. He was very hesitant, and his speed was not fast. He only wandered to Lingshan after half a cup of tea. In front of the Sutra Pavilion in the temple, according to the little monk Shexiu, there are many Buddhist scriptures that survived the extermination of the Buddha in this pavilion. They are not specific spells, but contain the Dao, which is supreme for practitioners. The most precious thing is that all monks in Lingshan Temple can enter to borrow books, but only Fang Xing, because he has never agreed to be ordained, and his identity is unknown, the head of Lingshan Temple issued a decree that he is not allowed to enter at will, unless he has received a Buddhist ring.
Lingshan Temple is quiet and no one is there, but in such an important place as the Buddhist scripture hall, there is still an old monk of Jindan Mahayana sitting in charge. Since Fang Xing entered the temple, he has been seen sitting here cross-legged, more than the usual stone lion guarding the gate. Still safe.
The old monk must have obtained the decree from the head seat, and when he saw Fang Xing approaching, he opened his yellow eyes and looked over.
The old monk was silent, but he had clearly expressed his attitude.
Without the scars of the precepts, if you don't enter the Buddhist gate, you can't enter the Buddhist scriptures hall.
But Fang Xing used to take a pitiful look before leaving, but today he made a decision, but he seemed a little impatient, rolled his eyes, walked towards the old monk, and said cursingly: "Look at you, look at you!" Girl, is it interesting to guard my master against thieves every day? Although my master really doesn't want to be a monk, but for the sake of my life, I have to enter this scripture hall today... "
Even this old monk who was as stable as a stone lion had a slight smile on his face when he heard Fang Xing's words.
He slowly raised his hand, wanting to stop Fang Xing, and told him that even if you have decided to enter the Buddhist sect, you still cannot enter here until you receive the ring scar, become a Buddhist disciple, and obtain the edict of the first seat Jingge, but just when he raised his palm, Fang Xing, who walked over impatiently, suddenly raised his hand, stepped forward, and raised his palm to press it.
What kind of cultivation is Fang Xing now? He is not a Nascent Soul, but he is better than a Nascent Soul. This sudden attack was so sudden that his figure directly broke through the short distance of a few feet between the two, and he was caught between his fingers. A purple-gold talisman firmly pressed on the old monk's forehead, and at the same time, when the palm was pressed, part of the terrifying palm force was caught, and the old monk's spirit was shaken directly by the slap.
Being suppressed by the Zijin Talisman again, in a short period of time, even if his cultivation level is extraordinary, he would not be able to escape.
Fang Xing, on the other hand, looked around ghostly and reverently. Seeing that there was no one there, he rushed into the Buddhist scripture hall with a "swish", pulled out a cloth bag that he had prepared a long time ago from his arms, and put it on there. That's all, the shelves of countless incomplete scriptures rushed over, and one batch after another was drawn into the bag, and it was too late to distinguish the good from the bad, and the Yin-Yang God and Demon Sword took whichever one looked good.
After a while, he slipped out of the Buddhist scriptures hall cunningly, performed the breath concealment technique, his figure fluttered like smoke, and avoided the few but very powerful restrictions in the temple in one breath. , Going straight to the outside of Lingshan Temple.
"Don't think I won't snatch yours if you save me..."