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Big Snow Mountain Chapter 26 Confrontation

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    In the evening, when Fakong was reading a book in the Sutra Pavilion, Chengyan quietly approached him and gave him a wink.

    The two came outside the Sutra Pavilion and talked in a low voice under an old pine tree.

    Cheng Yan took out a thin booklet from his pocket.

    Fakong took the booklet.

    But it is a brand new book, with the fragrance of pen and ink still lingering, obviously it has just been transcribed.

    "It took me a lot of effort." Cheng Yan smiled triumphantly: "Don't tell me, I really found it in a corner, you're lucky!"

    "Buddhist One Hundred Mantras Encyclopedia" contains all kinds of mantras, and there are all kinds of mantras, so this fixed body mantra is recorded.

    ? It looks like a novelist's jokes, written indiscriminately, and come out as whimsical as they are lively.

    The real Buddha mantras are all self-blessing methods, or to calm the mind, or to strengthen the will, or to dispel temptation, etc., which are beneficial to practice.

    The Buddhist mantras used for fighting and killing are often spoken by novelists, which are not reliable at all.

    But Fakong insisted on reading it, so he copied it and showed it to him, in order to make him completely give up.

    Fakong looked through it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

    Cheng Yan transcribed it in great detail, and even the words of the Buddha's mantras are old scripts from previous dynasties.

    Two dynasties ago, nearly ten thousand years ago, the writing evolved far.

    At that time, the writing was ancient and complicated, and it was only Huiwen who had worked hard to study Buddhism because of studying Buddhism. Otherwise, Fakong would not recognize the Buddha's mantra after reading it.

    "There's not even a visualization picture on it, so it's useless." Seeing Fakong's focused expression, Chengyan poured cold water on it disapprovingly: "It's just written in random, how can there be such a Buddha mantra!"

    Fakong put the thin booklet in his arms, and said seriously: "Thank you, uncle, I'm going back."

    "Don't practice indiscriminately." Chengyan suddenly became a little flustered, and felt that Fakong was taking it seriously: "Don't make mistakes in your practice, I will have no face to see your master in the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss!"

    Fakong nodded solemnly: "Uncle, my master was abolished because of the Demon Sect, right?"

    "Don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Yan's face suddenly changed.

    Fakong sighed: "The woman of the Mozong is indeed harmful!"

    "Who told you that?!" Cheng Yan's face darkened suddenly, and she stared at him, "Who said that?!"

    "It seems so." Fakong nodded slowly.

    The original owner couldn't judge what Yuan Zhi's expression was, how could he fail to see that he was obviously trapped by the word "emotion".

    People in this world believe in love, unlike the modern world, they no longer believe in love.

    "I figured it out, you're a bastard!" Cheng Yan pointed at Fakong.

    "Uncle Master, I have offended you, and the disciple will leave." Fakong smiled and titheed, then turned and left.

    Cheng Yan stared at his back with a sullen face, until he left completely, then shook his head with a snort.

    It is taboo for Yuan Zhi to fall in love with a witch, and no one in Daxueshan wants to mention it, so as not to disturb the hearts of the disciples of Daxueshan Sect.

    Everyone tacitly kept their mouths shut, but unexpectedly, they were still dug out by this bastard!¡ª¡ª

    The setting sun turned the courtyard of his abode into rose color.

    He stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking up at the sky, waiting for the birds to pass by.

    On such a cold day, there are no insects in the abode, only pine trees and plum blossoms. If you want to live, you have to look at the flying birds in the sky.

    He was staring at the sky when he suddenly heard Chu Yu's footsteps slowly coming outside the abode.

    Chu Yu's voice sounded: "Monk Fakong."

    Fakong opened the door and paid a tithe: "Young Master Chu, please come in."

    When he got to the door, no matter how much he didn't want to be contaminated with karma, he couldn't refuse the door, he could only invite him in.

    Chu Yu walked in with a smile, alone, without guards.

    "Where are the guards of Mr. Chu?"

    "Come here, don't need them to follow."

    "Master Chu, please sit down."

    Fakong made two cups of tea, and the two sat down at the table.

    Chu Yu took a sip of tea, and tightened his sable fur. This yard is not as warm as his yard, and the cold air hits people. Fortunately, the tea has a faint fragrance and is very refreshing. It is really good tea, and the heat is just right.

    This monk Fakong is a master of tea ceremony.

    He put down the teacup and said with emotion: "I used to have blind eyes, but you, Monk Fakong, are actually a real monk."

    Fakong said with a smile: "What I know is just a small skill, but I can't protect myself from the enemy. It's not worth mentioning."

    "This is the real monk." Chu?, let the cover and the body of the lamp lightly tap.

    He took a sip and let out a long breath, as if he had died once and came back to life.

    Putting down the teacup, he shook his head: "The monk is so cruel."

    "In the whirling world, all living beings are suffering." Fakong smiled: "Compared to starving to death, dying from pain, falling to death, stabbing to death, and being bitten to death by wild animals, what is Mr. Chu's cough?"

    "It makes sense." Chu Yu felt speechless.

    I saw it wrong, the Fakong in front of me was more ruthless and difficult to deal with than imagined.

    Fakong took a sip of tea: "Master Chu, my courtyard is cold, you are weak now, you should not be here, you should go back to the Abode."

    "Monk, are you chasing guests?" Chu Yu put down the tea cup and stared at Fakong coldly.

    "How dare you." Fakong smiled: "Mr. Chu is sick again, and it is my fault."

    "It doesn't matter if you are sick, monk, you are good at Buddhist mantras. A single Buddha mantra will cure my illness."

    At this time, Chu Yu of course knew that his calculation had been seen through, so he made a decisive decision and simply fought hand-to-hand.

    "What if it can't be cured?" Fakong said with a smile: "Young Master Chu, please¡ª¡ª!"

    "It turns out that you are worried that it won't be cured." Chu Yu waved his hand with a smile: "If it can't be cured, it won't be cured. Anyway, all the imperial doctors and genius doctors have tied their hands, and they have never been cured."

    "What if it gets worse?" Fakong said.

    Chu Yu smiled and said, "Impossible?"

    Fakong smiled.

    Chu Yu was thoughtful.

    He felt that he had figured out Fakong's scruples.

    Originally, I always wondered why Fakong was so clumsy and concealed, but it turned out that he was full of worries and acted cautiously.

    Fakong put down the teacup and got up slowly, as if to see off the guests.

    Chu Yu tightened the sable fur again, and said lazily: "Monk, let's just open up and talk about it. How can you make a move? ?
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