Chapter 847 Pure Land Bian'an Temple (Fourth Update)

"Have you found the Supreme Sutra?"

Fang Xing drank wine all night, indulged in wanton indulgence, and did not use magic power to refine it, but he also had a slight drunkenness. However, after hearing the voice of his eldest cousin, he immediately became alert and all the drunkenness disappeared in an instant. My heart was slightly excited, and I heard my eldest cousin continue: "After the talisman edict was sent out, I also asked people in our family to conduct open and covert inspections everywhere, but there was no result. No one thought that yesterday, the Buddha at Pure Land Bian'an Temple When the disciples arrived, they realized that they actually had a similar ancient scripture in their hands..."

"Are they willing to change?"

Fang Xing was alert and asked urgently.

"They refused to hand over the ancient scripture to us, but said they wanted to see you, little bastard, you'd better be careful. The status of Bigan Temple is extraordinary in the Pure Land. It is not inferior to the ten ancient clans. They are also in charge of it. The merit tree records the merits and karma of all those who practice in the Pure Land. Even the gods of the ten ancient tribes need to be recognized by them. Only when the merits reach a certain amount can they obtain the karma and fruits of Arhat, Bodhisattva, etc., and be proud of it. , no matter what they say when they find you, you must treat it carefully and never act recklessly..."

The eldest cousin warned Fang Xing very carefully and kept reminding him.

"Okay, I know what's going on, and I won't beat him up even if the conversation breaks down!"

The matter was of great importance, so Fang Xing agreed immediately and asked a few more questions before putting away the jade talisman.

Higanji Temple?

This name also made Fang Xing frown!

From what my eldest cousin said, Bian'an Temple seems to be a special existence on the other side of the Pure Land. It is not among the top ten ancient clans, but it is very respected. Its overall strength is not necessarily very strong, but it controls the relationship with the Pure Land. The merit spectrum of the fate of all living beings. On the merit spectrum, after a certain amount of merit has been achieved, one can be called Arhat or Bodhisattva. This is also the origin of the names of Arhat and Bodhisattva that people from China once called Pure Land masters. Those who can obtain the fruits of this karma are all extremely talented, equivalent to the Taoist disciples of China...

That volume of Taishang Sutra was so impartial that it fell into their hands!

Fang Xing couldn't help but frowned and came. After a long time, he made up his mind, no matter who came, Taishang Jing would always be needed.

"Master Taoist, there is a monk outside the gate of the south village to pay my respects..."

While he was contemplating, a Jie Dao disciple who was on duty outside suddenly came to report, but Fang Xing couldn't help being secretly shocked.

"So fast?"

He hurriedly asked someone to bring the monk over, and Fang Xing went straight out of the palace hall. Looking down, he saw a few hills away and on the mountain path, there were two Jie Dao disciples leading a skinny boy. The figure walked slowly, and he used his magic eye to look around. He saw that it was a man wearing a black monk's robe. He couldn't tell his age, but his skin was dark, and his magic power was not strong. He even looked like a man with no power. He was a man of cultivation, but he had a strange aura about him, almost blending into the night as he walked.

"Hui Yue, a young monk from the Pure Land Bian'an Temple, met Beiming's Fangxing Arhat..."

When they met in the palace, the monk did not sit on the chair opposite Fang Xing, but sat cross-legged on the ground and greeted him in a low voice.

"Arhat?"

Fang Xing originally wanted to ask Taishang Jing directly, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this title.

The monk said calmly: "Master Fang has one hundred thousand merits on the merit list, and he is worthy of receiving the fruits of Arhat karma. If Master Fang is willing to inherit the Buddha's karma and make millions of merits, he will become a Buddha and become an ancestor." , but it only depends on whether fellow Taoist Fang has a bodhicitta!"

"It's all a mess..."

Fang Xing frowned directly and said straight to the point: "Great monk, stop talking nonsense. Is the Supreme Sutra in your hand?"

The monk was not angry, and said calmly: "Before, two mysterious coffins were brought down to the Pure Land, and monks from Bian'an Temple also went there. The Buddhist disciples of our temple were in a cave, and they accidentally got a Taoist book. Originally, this Taoist book was strange. Very soon, even the Buddha could only understand it and could not describe it orally. However, a month ago, the situation changed. The law of darkness that restrained his mouth dissipated, so the Buddha could finally tell the story. , we also know that he has this good fortune, and we took this opportunity to discuss matters with Arhat..."

"A month ago, could it be because I spread the Supreme Sutra randomly and disturbed the laws in the dark?"

Fang Xing couldn't help but stayed for a moment, thinking to himself, and then looked at the monk: "How can you prove that that is what I want?"

The monk spoke quietly: "The Hunyuan Qi manifests good fortune, and the great skills are concentrated in one heart..."

"That's right, that's it!"

Fang Xing's eyes were sharp. He practiced the Taishang Alchemy Sutra, and had the identity of a remnant of the Taishang Taoism. His ability to distinguish the authenticity of the Taishang Sutra was unparalleled. From the few words the monk casually recited, I was already touched by the meaning of the Sutra, and I knew at a glance that this was a true sutra. I even vaguely guessed that this Taishang Sutra was precisely the meaning of the sutra for practitioners to use magic techniques.

And this is consistent with his previous conjecture.

The nine Taishang Sutras, the three sutras of spirit transformation, induction, and immortality, are used to build the foundation and refine the body, laying the foundation.

The two Sutras of Po Zhen and Xiao Yao in the middle are one for martial arts and the other for body techniques, which are used for fighting and fighting. Apart from these two sutras, there is still a lack of a sutra with meanings for practitioners to practice techniques. , it should be that this one is too sutra...

"Okay, great monk, let's open the skylight and speak frankly!"

Fang Xing breathed a sigh of relief and said directly: "Give me that scroll of scriptures. If you want anything in exchange, I'll give it to you!"

After listening to Fang Xing's words, the monk smiled slightly and whispered: "I wonder what the Arhat wants to exchange for this scripture?"

Fang Xing glanced at him and said expressionlessly: "These ten mountains are linked to countless creations. I will give them all to you!"

The monk sighed and said: "Xuan Coffin's creation has its own destiny. To occupy the territory by force and take away the creation is not beautiful. These ten mountains were also taken by Arhats with blood. They are tied to their heart and soul. Bi'an Temple does not want to take away people." Arhat can keep the beauty in his hands!"

"I'm not satisfied. This is..."

Fang Xing's eyes shrank, and he suddenly took out his storage bag, threw it on the ground, and laughed softly: "Master, my magic weapons are not many, but they are not many. There are a lot of rare things in it, and there are many that I don’t even have the time to research in detail, so you can choose, except for this dragon-patterned sword, I like it very much, you can take the other things if you want!"

Seeing the jeweled treasures and astonishing magic weapons here, even the monk couldn't help but flash his eyes. He was quite moved, but in the end he shook his head and said: "People who are born in this world are not outsiders." Although these magical treasures are good, it is a pity that they do not belong to Buddhism!"

"The vision is quite high..."

Fang Xing gnashed his teeth, sighed helplessly, and said, "I have five volumes of the Taishang Sutra. Can I exchange it for this volume of yours?"

"well……"

The monk sighed, seemed to feel a little regretful, and said: "The Taishang Sutra is actually a supreme method, and it is a treasure for practitioners. Previously, the disciples of Bian'an Temple were able to obtain one volume, which was already a blessing. If they can obtain five more volumes, it will be even more It is a great blessing, but it is a pity that Buddhism and Taoism have different concepts after all, and no matter how good the Taoist immortal scrolls are, they are not the pursuit of the Taoist disciples after all. Arhats should keep these five volumes of the Supreme Sutra!"

"Don't even want this. What do you monks want? Are you asking for a lion?"

Fang Xing couldn't help but feel a little angry. He took out these three things, but each one was completely enough to replace this volume of Sutra, let alone one volume. But the monk refused to agree, which made him feel angry. His good impression of the monk dropped to the lowest level. He suppressed his anger and shouted in a low voice: "I'll give you all three, okay?"

However, unexpectedly, the monk shook his head and remained silent.

"This is forcing me to use my killing move..."

Fang Xing's eyes became cold, and he suddenly took several scriptures from his arms and placed them one by one in front of the monk.

The monk who was chanting sutras with his head lowered suddenly raised his head and stared at the sutra book in Fang Xing's hand with bright eyes.

"The Sutra of Meditation on the Buddhas..."

"If I read the Buddhist book..."

"Prajna Sutra..."

"The Sutra of Burning Lamps and Conquering Demons..."

Fang Xing took out the scriptures one by one and placed them in front of the monk. Every time he put a book, he read out a name. And every time he read out a name, the monk's body trembled and his eyes were filled with tears. Wanting to ignite a fire, he seemed unable to restrain himself. He wanted to hold these scriptures in his arms immediately. His eyes when he looked at Fang Xing were filled with fear and awe. It seemed that he never expected that Fang Xing would actually come from this place. It was simply scary to take out so many precious scriptures from his arms that were extremely precious to Buddhist disciples.

"You...where did you get these scriptures..."

The monk almost exhausted all his self-control before he could barely control himself to ask this question.

"You don't care where I come from. Is it worth exchanging these scriptures for the Supreme Sutra?"

Fang Xing's eyes were cold, staring at the monk in front of him who was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"Arhat, you already have hundreds of thousands of merits. Since you have such a connection with Buddha, why not record these sutras in my Bian'an Temple to add more merits? With this act of dedicating sutras, the young monk can conclude that Arhat will become one of the younger generations. The first person to obtain the name of a true Buddha..."

The monk was so excited that he suddenly reached out and grabbed Fang Xing's sleeve.

"I dedicate it to you, uncle..."

Fang Xing was speechless, threw off his sleeves, frowned and said, "I just want to exchange for that scroll of the Supreme Sutra, will you give it to me?"

He was already seventy percent sure. He took out these scriptures and didn't believe that the monk would not be tempted.

But he never expected that after the expression on the monk's face went through various expressions such as intolerance, pain, entanglement, despair and even coldness, he finally closed his eyes forcibly, and his lips seemed to be trembling, unwilling to say the following words. , but still used great perseverance to force myself to say: "Each of these Buddhist books is a priceless treasure to me, Bian'an Temple, but... I won't change them!"

"I didn't even change..."

Fang Xing was also stunned, and his anger grew. He grabbed the monk's neck and shouted: "Stinky bald donkey, can't you fool me? You won't change this or that, then you come to me to do it." What? Or rather, what the hell do you want to change?"

"I'll change..."

The monk's face was also full of pain, but he still pointed his finger to one place, which shocked Fang Xing.