Chapter 449: Refuge in Poor Monk Buddhism requires sincerity

Eight hundred miles of yellow spring, Mengpo Village.

Fahai went to Fengdu City to see Pluto in just a moment, and Mengpozhuang was already occupied by countless souls.

Meng Po Tang needs to be boiled for seven to forty-nine days before it can be completed. At that time, I am afraid that the entire eight hundred miles of Huangquan will be occupied by the dead.

Fa Hai's body was filled with the sacred and solemn light of the Buddha, and the dead soul automatically retreated to the left and right to make way for Fa Hai to pass.

After Fahai walked into Mengpozhuang, Sanqi rushed over excitedly, "Zhao Li, the Pluto actually released you from Tiewei Mountain?"

The official Zhao smiled embarrassedly, "This is all the bodhisattva's contribution."

Sanqi immediately looked at Fahai and said with a smile: "Bodhisattva, you are really amazing."

"Sanqi, how is Mengpozhuang cooking?"

Fahai smiled and nodded, and looked up at the steaming cauldron in Mengpozhuang.

Panax Notoginseng jumped happily, "Bodhisattva, the Mengpo soup made this time is extremely delicious, attracting all the dead souls of Huangquan from 800 miles to come."

"That's good."

With that said, Fahai couldn't help but wonder when seeing Sanqi looking at him hopefully.

"Sanqi, what's the matter with you?"

"Bodhisattva, can you keep a few more drops of your blood in Mengpozhuang, or if you leave, I won't be able to make Mengpo soup with fragrant yellow spring."

Sanqi whispered.

"No."

Fahai shook his head and refused, "The blood of a poor monk is infinitely useful. If it is obtained by people with ulterior motives, it may cause disaster. What's more, the body of Sanqi you Mengpo fears the blood of the Buddha the most. Leaving the blood of the Buddha is also very dangerous for you."

"Ah, then how can I make such a delicious Meng Po soup in the future."

Panax notoginseng is crying.

Fahai laughed and said: "The blood of the poor monk is very powerful. As long as the yellow spring water in your pot keeps on, the Mengpo soup will not lose its wonderful taste within a hundred years. If you can't make a real Mengpo after a hundred years With the soup, the poor monk will come to Huangquan to give you a drop of Buddha's blood."

Hearing Fahai's words, Sanqi was immediately happy.

Fahai sat cross-legged in Mengpozhuang, reciting the witty sayings of the true Buddha, "Today the poor monks are teaching the Fa in the Yellow Spring of 800 miles, and you and the dead can come and listen. I hope you can pay for your sins and reincarnation soon after listening to my magical method. ."

"Thank you Bodhisattva."

"Bodhisattva Mercy..."

Countless souls bow down devoutly.

Fahai nodded, and then began to teach the Fa. In an instant, the solemn and sacred light of the Buddha enveloped the yellow spring of eight hundred miles, and countless dead souls became peaceful and quiet in the light of the Buddha, listening intently to the mantra of the Buddha.

Eight hundred miles of Huangquan auspiciousness continues, and golden lotuses are everywhere, which is extremely solemn.

The official Zhao was bathed in the Buddha's light, sitting cross-legged, listening to the Buddha's thoughts attentively.

Panax notoginseng has very little understanding of the flu of Buddhism because of the lack of natural spirit. However, she also listened very carefully.

Seventy-seventh and forty-nine days passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the eight hundred miles of Huangquan was full of dead souls listening to the Dharma.

Fahai slowly said, "May you be able to reincarnate as soon as possible, and it will comfort my heart."

"We will certainly not let down the Bodhisattva's expectation and redeem our sins in reincarnation as soon as possible and become human again."

A part of the souls were crying, full of regret.

They have all gone through the water of the yellow spring to cleanse their sinful bodies, and only after hearing the Fahai Buddhism can they repent so sincerely. Because the dead soul that can't cleanse their sins has already fallen into the yellow spring and can't extricate themselves.

"Bodhisattva, you speak really nicely."

Sanqi said to Fahai with a smile.

Fahai smiled and looked at her, "Sanqi, you are the only Mengpo in Huangquan for 800 miles, but you have to make Mengpo soup with your heart."

"Bodhisattva rest assured, I will definitely do it."

Sanqi focuses on the head.

"Forty-nine days have passed, and the Mengpo soup has been made, so I took the Mengpo soup and let the waiting souls drink it, so that they could go to the underworld earlier."

"Okay, I will go now."

Sanqi happily ran to the big tripod and began to distribute Mengpo Tang.

Fahai took a look, then rolled up and left the Yellow Spring of 800 miles to return to the world.

Temple of the Golden Mountain.

Today's Jinshan Temple can be called a blessed place, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the auspiciousness is constantly surging.

The official Zhao was immersed, thinking that he had come to a certain fairyland.

Fahai's reputation in the Three Realms is not much worse than that of immortals.

"Zhao official, how about the poor monk, Jinshan Temple?"

Fahai asked with a smile.

The official Zhao took a deep breath, "Buddha sings pleasantly, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere, a rare treasure."

"Follow the poor monk in."

Fahai led Zhao Li to land on the Jinshan Temple square, and the disciples who came and went immediately saluted Fahai. Fa Hai smiled and returned the salute, and led Zhao Li to the Daxiong Hall.

"Meet Master."

Quit killed Fa Hai and hurriedly greeted him.

"You go and do your own thing."

Fahai waved his hand.

"Zhao Li, if you want to reunite, you can sit under this big Buddha for seven or forty-nine days, and when you are all over, the poor monk will return your soul to you."

When he heard this, the official Zhao frowned, "Bodhisattva, is there any other way?"

"how you said that?"

Fahai asked.

The official Zhao said: "Bodhisattva, what you recite all day long is your Dharma. What if it saves me?"

Fahai laughed, "Associate Zhao, you are thinking too much about the Dharma of the poor monk, but everyone can take refuge. It takes sincerity. If you are unintentional, the poor monk will recite the scripture thousands of times. It can't be done either."

After receiving Fahai's explanation, the official Zhao was still dubious.

Fahai didn't care about him anymore, and walked out of the Daxiong Hall to the Spirit Realm of Water.

He noticed that there were thousands of auras in the spiritual realm of water, and these auras were not weak. He wanted to come from the free and easy dispersal immortals in the Three Realms, influenced by his Buddhism, so he worshipped Jinshan Temple to practice.

Monkey King has not yet returned to Huaguo Mountain, but guards the spiritual realm of water with the canopy.

"Buddha."

Seeing Fahai approaching, Monkey King and Tianpeng quickly saluted.

"Wukong, Tianpeng, after the Ten Thousand Buddhas Convention, how many immortals worshipped Jinshan Temple?"

Fahai asked straightforwardly.

The canopy replied: "Bodhisattva, there are a lot of immortals who want to worship Jinshan Temple this time, but many of them have impure thoughts, so we refused. The rest are pure-hearted people who are willing to be guided by the Bodhisattva's Dharma. "

"good."

Fahai smiled and said: "This time I have worked hard for you."

Sun Wukong barked his teeth and smiled, "The Bodhisattva is too polite. We have converted to your Dharma and are your disciples. It's no big deal to do something for the Jinshan Temple."

"You Hohen is very good at talking."

Fahai joked about Monkey King, and then asked: "Will you meet a benefactor named Sedum when you guard the Jinshan Temple?"

Although there is a distance from Jinshan Temple in Shuzhong, after two to three months, Jingtian should have arrived at Jinshan Temple.

Sun Wukong suddenly became interested, "Bodhisattva, where did you find such a wonderful person? I see him exuding a lot of energy, but his background is extremely large."

"Here is he? Where is he?"

Fahai let out a surprise.

"The disciple taught him a little introductory cultivation method, and he is now cultivating in the spiritual realm."

Monkey King scratched his head.

Fahai nodded and said, "Sedum was the general Fei Peng of Heaven in the previous life."

"Sprout?"

The canopy said in surprise, "Could it be that the Fei Peng **** general who guards the well of the gods and demons outside the sky?"

Monkey King looked at him in amazement, "You know?"

"Naturally know that Feipeng is also the number one person in the Heavenly Court. Because of his aloof personality, he can't go with the gods of the Heavenly Court, so the Jade Emperor arranged to guard the well of the gods and demons."

Tianpeng said with emotion: "I wanted to see him a long time ago, but I didn't have a chance. I just didn't expect him to be knocked out of the mortal reincarnation."

"Neither the heaven nor the human world is different."

Fahai slowly said: "It's just that the heavenly court is restricted by the rules of heaven, and the heavenly court is the god, and the mood is more fulfilled than the mortal, so the restraint on desire will be much more urgent. But once the **** releases the desire, the consequences are It's especially serious, as is the case with scattered immortals.

"Therefore, you must guard the spiritual realm of water, help the Sanxians who have entered the Jinshan Temple to subdue their hearts and minds, and guide them to be good."

Hearing this, Monkey King and Tianpeng's expressions became solemn, and they nodded quickly in response, "Don't worry, the Bodhisattva, we will definitely help them surrender their hearts and minds."

The Sanxian in the Water Spirit Realm has lived for a long time, and has become accustomed to being free and comfortable. Suddenly worshipping Buddhism must be a little uncomfortable, and it is very easy to get into trouble. Fortunately, Sun Wukong and Tianpeng are not weak, and they can be a little more peaceful if they want to.

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