"What's my hair?"

In the south of the Buzhou and the northern Shenshan area, there is an area that is familiar to everyone, but they never know where there is an immortal mountain, with Zen sounds and Buddhist principles everywhere. It is said that after staying here for a long time, the stubborn stones will nod. People who practice here encounter demonic obstacles. When they arrive here, they will naturally have clear thoughts and realize the great way. Because this place is full of incredible spirituality, it is the place where the Mahayana Buddhism originates, so people call it Lingshan, which is one of the top holy places in the world.pbtt.

There is an ancient temple in Lingshan Temple, with green pine and strange stones, and smoke curling. For thousands of years, it has been quiet and quiet, even the singing of apes and birds seem to be soft and gentle. It will not break the tranquility of this place, but it will add a bit of calmness to the mountains and fields. Of course, this is the past, but now in Lingshan Temple, a wail like a pig killing sound suddenly came out, shocking a piece of tits, destroying the peace.

"Senior brother, don't worry, since you are going to enter my Lingshan Temple, you will naturally have to shave the three thousand worries..."

A panicked voice kept dissuading him, and he seemed to be frightened when he heard the sound.

"I'm not in a hurry, you uncle, who shaved my hair..."

In a hall on the hillside of Lingshan Temple, a statue of the Buddha is solemn and sacred. Below, a monk in gray was full of resentment, holding a knife to find someone to fight desperately. He said he was a monk, but he didn't look like it. There was no scar on his round head, and from the skin on his neck and wrists, it looked densely covered with black scriptures, which looked like he had a tattoo.

"Uh, senior brother, I just shaved my head, don't have to kill anyone, right?"

Opposite the monk in gray, there was a young monk in white monk's robe who was secretly holding the hand of the razor and hiding behind him.

"Why don't you need to? If anyone shaves my hair, I will cut off my head. The Buddha will not give him face when he comes!"

The monk in gray clothes was rushing around, looking at his fierce aura, he really wanted to hold a knife and chop people.

"No wonder Uncle Bai lied to me to shave my head for my senior brother. I'm miserable..."

The little monk in white cried out secretly and cursed the uncle Bai who had deceived him.

"Did you shave my head?"

The monk in gray clothes had sharp eyes. He saw the hidden hands of the monk in white clothes and asked vigilantly.

"No, no. How could it be me? The little monk only knows how to recite scriptures and meditation, and never touches swords and guns..."

"Then what are you in your hands?"

"Hehehehehehehehe's just the scriptures!"

"Take it out and show it to me!"

"Senior brother, do you want to read Buddhist scriptures? I'll go to the Sutra Pavilion to help you pick it up..."

"I'll wipe you and show me... OK, the bald donkey, it's really the head you shaved for me.pbtt. I'll kill you..."

"Oh, Senior Brother, please spare me, I will never dare again..."

Two figures of gray and white were chasing around the ancient temple for thousands of years. The handsome and holy monk screamed as miserable as slaughtering a pig. It took half an hour to finish it. The monk at least lost his head, but the two black circles on his handsome little face were extremely funny. He was careful and put his face in a flattering face against the monk in gray who was lying on the incense table with his legs crossed, smiling.

"Senior brother, have you been relieved? I have something to say to you after I am relieved..."

"Don't you. My wine gourd? Let's moisten your throat first..."

"We are a monk temple here, there is no wine..."

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"Senior brother, what do you think of me?"

"I just look at you and I don't like you..."

"... Then I'll wait until you'll get angry..."

"...Then if you have any fucks, please let it go!"

"Uh... Senior brother, you are so vulgar..."

It took two monks, one gray and one white, to calm down. The little monk in white had a good temper. Finally, after obtaining the permission of the monk in gray, he smiled and said, "Senior Brother, you have been sleeping for a month. Uncle Bai calculated that you would wake up today, so he asked me to come and see you. I also saw a piece of hair growing on your head, so I shaved for you..."

"I...I want to chop people again..."

The monk in gray could no longer control himself and cursed angrily.

This gray-clothed monk was naturally Fang Xing. He was asleep for a month and now he was just awakened. He was extremely excited at first. He felt that his body was amazing. The feeling of his long-lost cultivation was back. Moreover, he had played his life before and suffered a serious injury from a battle with Huangfu Jingdu. He was also magically repaired at this time. His physical condition seemed to be better than ten years ago. However, before he could be excited, he saw a naked head from the bronze mirror in the Buddhist temple, which scared him to death...

How could I become a bald donkey, a beautiful husband in the turbid world?

As a little bandit who is stinking and posing in a bronze mirror, his hair was shaved and he also put on an ugly and rustic gray monk robe. There is also a little monk in white who looks like a rabbit in front of him to form a strong contrast. This is simply too much. The little bandit almost cried out in anger. Is it okay not to kill someone?

"Don't let go if you have a fart, and then hurry up and get out of me, my eleventh uncle?"

He pointed at the little monk in anger, but had no choice but to this good-tempered guy, so he could only say in a frightening manner.

"Uncle Eleven? Oh, you mean Uncle Bai. He left Lingshan ten days ago and went to Shenzhou. I don't know what to do. He only left his life to me and told me to take care of you. He also said you will wake up in ten days. As a result, you really woke up. My mission is about to be completed. After helping you, senior brother, you can go out to play..."

"Uncle Eleven is gone?"

Fang Xing was slightly stunned when he heard this. He was about to continue asking, but suddenly realized a question: "Sorted? What kind of slander?"

The young monk smiled and said, "Of course I am just a monk with me! In theory, senior brother, you first entered Lingshan Temple, and your seniority should be ranked from the bottom. But the first person said, Senior brother, you have a Buddhist relationship, so you will not be ranked according to your ordinary seniority. In other words, you and me will be ranked first. As long as you receive a cassock and lit a scar, we will all be monks of the god generation of Lingshan Temple, but the junior brother of the elder of the wine and meat..."

"I'll go to your uncle, you want to be a monk..."

The little monk in white was happy, but Fang Xing's face became increasingly ugly. Finally, he burst out directly and chopped at the little monk in white with a knife. Fortunately, the little monk did not react slowly and lowered his body with a "swoosh". This hair was barely rubbed against his scalp, which scared him so much that his little face, which was as white as jade porcelain, was almost transparent, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, as if he was dumb.

"Senior brother, please spare me..."

"Do you dare to mention any ordination to me?"

"Senior brother, you really need a slaughter..."

"Damn it, I want to kill you even if you shave my hair, and I can't spare you this time..."

"But brother...you...you will die if you don't ordain it..."

The little monk in white had never encountered such a bandit-like temperament as Fang Xing, and he was so scared that he stuttered.

"Will you die?"

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, put away his knife, and waved to the little monk: "Come here and talk to me..."

It was related to his life, and he didn't dare to be careless. Moreover, he was strong in his soul and was extremely sensitive to some of his hidden dangers. Although he had not recovered his cultivation for a long time and had not reached the peak of spiritual acumen, he also vaguely felt that under his extremely powerful physical condition, there seemed to be some hidden danger that made him a little scared, but he couldn't tell it clearly.

Seeing him asking, the little monk finally breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and explained with concern: "Oh, Senior Brother, you don't know, when Uncle Bai brought you back, he looked like a rag bag, his meridians were broken inch, and his body was bitten into a human form. He was covered in large pieces of scars and blood, and the red patches were covered in large areas, and the source of the Tao was exhausted, which was even more like a dead person. A piece of rag was better than you. I looked at you with a look. It was so heartbreaking. I couldn't eat for three days..."

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and lifted the knife: "...say serious things..."

The little monk Shenxiu shrunk his head in frightened and hurriedly said with a smile: "You really couldn't live, but Uncle Bai used the Huangfu family's largest heritage, the Ten Thousand Spirits Pill, to penetrate into your body. You can live now because of the vitality emitted from the elixir. Simply put, every breath you live now, it is all borrowed by Uncle Bai for you. Later, the first part of our Lingshan Temple used a hundred single eight arhat formation to recite the true scriptures to seal your twelve Zhoutian.

Three thousand six hundred orifices, this is the one that suppresses the Ten Thousand Spirit Pill in your body, but the head also said that this is only temporary. The seal of the True Sutra will weaken with time. If you cannot practice the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra before this seal disappears, and understand the true meaning of freedom in the sutra, and completely refine this Ten Thousand Spirit Pill into your own foundation, when the sealing power is not enough to suppress the Ten Thousand Spirit Pill, this pill will break through and escape, and then you will disappear..."

Fang Xing listened carefully, but he didn't suspect that the little monk was telling the truth. After being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but say, "Then just refine this elixir quickly. Why do you have to be a monk? I still have a wife, but I haven't married..."

The little monk's face became solemn and whispered: "Senior Brother, there is no way to do this. If you want to understand the true meaning of nirvana, you must comprehend the treasure sutras in our Lingshan Temple as if they are from the sutras. However, after the Battle of the Destruction of Buddha, Lingshan Temple has already received strict training. If you do not enter my Buddhist sect, you will never spread the sutras easily. The first seat has said that if you refuse to be my Buddhist sect, Lingshan Buddha, you will never pass on the sutras to you..."

"this……"

Fang Xing panicked when he heard this: "I really have to be a monk, so what's the difference between restoring my cultivation or not..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!