Chapter 811: The Origin of Your Highness and Weiwei

Rubbing his own head, Fenghuang sat up with his long legs crossed, his blood-stained cassock dragging on the ground like running water, his soft black hair hanging down by his side, and a faint sandalwood scent wafted from him when he got up.

A young monk stood in front of her, hesitatingly said: "Master Fenghuang, you are indeed very tough." So restrain yourself a bit, and attend the banquet when you should, and don't let these messy rumors stir up trouble. Well, the key is that if you don't attend the banquet, you don't give Tiandao face. If you don't give Tiandao face, the Buddha will blame you and punish you for chanting scriptures.

Do you consider yourself a material for chanting sutras?

Every time I read it, I have to pull a group of young monks to listen.

Can you think about their ears? Hey!

They are going to become Buddhas!

Become a Buddha!

Become a Buddha!

Say important things three times!

"It's okay if you want me to attend the banquet." Fenghuang looked at the little man who was calm on the surface but roaring in his heart, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Stop confining me for two days."

The little monk shook his head: "I will be locked up for as long as the Buddha said."

"I hate being bound the most." Phoenix's voice cooled down.

The little monk recited Amitabha Buddha: "That's why the Buddha said, take good care of you. You didn't say who you met when you were in the devil world, and why you got hurt. Of course, the Buddha wants to imprison you for three days, and only for three days." , but you asked to be locked up for two days less, this is too greedy, the Buddha said..."

"The Buddha said." Fenghuang stood up, stretched out his hand to play with his long hair: "You do have the potential to become a Buddha."

The little monk widened his eyes in surprise: "Really?"

"Of course it's true, it's a pity not to recite the scriptures after talking so much." Fenghuang reached out and touched the little monk's bald head: "Okay, I'm going to the banquet, first you bring the divine water I got from Heaven .”

The little monk was also cute, nodded, and asked again: "Sir, do you want to water it again? It's a pity that these divine waters were given to a bodhi plant. I heard them say that the divine water of heaven should be used to irrigate golden lotus. Bodhi can live without water. By the way, I also heard that the golden lotus turned into a human being yesterday, became a Buddha through training, and looks very beautiful, and I will also participate in the banquet today."

"So the Buddha and the Dao are trying to trick a certain emperor?" Fenghuang put his hands behind his head and smiled lazily, it was none of his business.

The little monk walked behind it one by one deep and one shallow: "You can't say that, Yuelao said that it is a call for love in the mortal world, it is very beautiful."

"From now on, tell Yuelao that this is called a blind date in the human world." Fenghuang took the divine water from the little monk's hand, and smiled lightly: "Just call the man and the woman to have a meal together, and you will see each other." Then you can have a bridal chamber, understand?"

The little monk listened dimly: "That, that!"

"Okay, don't be there, you are still young, not suitable for a blind date..."

However, Fenghuang never thought that there is such an old saying that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind.

She heard other people's words.

Naturally, someone will hear her.

"Emperor..." The little novice who led the way smiled awkwardly at this time. He has always known Master Fenghuang's temperament, and he speaks at the sight of blood, but most of the time, she does not see people, so there has never been any trouble. .

Now... the little novice raised his head to look at Dijun who was smiling but not a smile, and hurriedly explained: "Dijun, please don't get me wrong."

"Misunderstanding?" The man opened his mouth, his white robe spread out like a thousand layers of petals, and his hair fell on his skirt like a waterfall, like a lotus blooming silently on the water in the dark night: "What do you mean by misunderstanding? Do you plan to give the woman to the hall? Or use a blind date?"

The little novice was suddenly speechless, he never wanted to hear the word "blind date" in his life!

"Let's go, my hall is very curious about what you Buddhists and Taoists will say at the banquet." The man laughed again, and he could still smell the blood from the six hells.

The little novice didn't dare to say anything, but only looked at the man's back, where thousands of light spots danced and turned into endless towering glaciers in the void, and felt that something seemed to collapse at this moment.

There has never been anyone who has been able to use his spiritual consciousness in Buddhism and Taoism.

That is disrespectful to the ten thousand Buddhas for taking refuge.

"Please, Emperor." The little novice bowed his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his long sleeves.

He was thinking for a while, what should the two of them do when they face each other at the banquet?

One represents the way of heaven and the other represents the way of Buddhism, and they have never lived in peace.

If we fight as soon as we meet...

The little novice didn't dare to think about that scene, so he just walked forward quietly, and couldn't help but turned his head and glanced under the bodhi tree.

The phoenix is ​​still watering. Her hands have saved tens of thousands of grievances and slain countless monsters, and she has just been listed among the Buddhas.

Therefore, other people who have become Buddhas will not talk too much with Fenghuang, but they will not talk about her right and wrong. After all, at least in Buddhism and Taoism, no one dares to face her head-on.

Fenghuang has been like this since she was a child. She doesn't have any monk friends, and she goes to pray before the Buddha every day. When she is not sent to the Buddhist path, she is usually very quiet.

In addition to talking to the young monks, I would occasionally sit under the Bodhi tree to read scriptures and water.

As others have said, Shenshui is wasted where it shouldn't be.

When Little Phoenix heard this, he pushed the bodhi leaf and smiled: "Who says it's a waste, no matter how beautiful the golden lotus blooms, there are countless flowers. There is only one bodhi plant on this mountain, and the scenery is unparalleled."

So that Bodhi plant has a name, Jing Wushuang.

It was at that time that Little Phoenix started the journey of watering Bodhi.

Fenghuang has grown up, but Bodhi has not yet transformed into a human being, not even the six senses.

"Lord Fenghuang, I heard from His Holiness that Bodhi cannot transform people." The little monk stretched out his small palm to help Fenghuang hold the porcelain bottle: "It doesn't matter how much divine water you pour."

Fenghuang smiled and straightened his body: "It's not that he can't transform people, but he has been converting people to become Buddhas. This is a great merit, understand?"

"Wait a minute, Master Fenghuang, did you realize this?" The little monk widened his eyes like a small animal.

Fenghuang raised his eyebrows and said: "Anyway, my Wushuang will eventually become a Buddha one day. Those divine waters are mine, and I have the final say on whether to waste them or not. If others want to take them, let them also fight with Heaven. If you win, you will have it."

"This is too domineering, don't everyone like to fight so much?" The little monk trotted behind Fenghuang with a Buddhist scripture in his arms: "Master Fenghuang, you must be quiet at the banquet later, you know? Don't fight with the emperor." Do you know? We are people who chant Buddha, we can't be too violent, and this time the emperor is here..."

"It's for a blind date, I know, and I'll be a wallflower by the side, but I can't guarantee that I won't fight back if he wants to fight." After finishing speaking, Fenghuang continued to walk towards the boundless sea of ​​clouds...