Wu Ming reciprocated, and then the two monks returned to Huasheng Temple with Fa.

The young monk Fahai was left sitting there with his head down and reading the sutra as if he were not identified.
In fact, the young monk Fahai seems to be close to Wu Ming in his heart, and even the dumpling on his back, which often makes him painful and unbearable, seems to be quiet. He is puzzled. It is the first time to meet him.
Suddenly touched his bald head with one hand.
The young monk was about to break free, but he listened to Wu Mingdao
"Don’t move, I’m afraid that demon man, what curse do you leave for you to check it again?"
The young monk sat quietly.
Wu Ming checked for a while and did not find any mark. It was a hand, but it was never left.
He didn’t notice it, but he noticed the dragon soul on the young monk’s back.
Dawei Tianlong fahai?
He is not sure.
Fahai felt that his head had been rubbed and it was about to shine. He couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Is the Taoist good?"
"Ah, it’s nothing."
Feel good. I forgot to take my hand back for a moment
"We’ll go home as soon as the highest day is settled."
"It’s a tout"
After leaving the room, Wu Ming led the two of them to drive all the way.
Yuan Shoucheng was surprised to see that the teacher had turned a young monk.
"The teacher has a new younger brother?"
The young monk, a famous martial artist, took him to observe for several days.
I found that his understanding of Buddhism was not inferior to that of the reincarnation of the golden cicada, but the little monk was the Buddha’s brother.
Secretly surprised is more than a few points.
It was Purdue Cihang, but it hasn’t reappeared since then.
There were officers and men coming to cross-examine the title deed halfway through the floating clouds, but it was also a simple look, and it was not much.
Brother Guan Zhong also taught Yuan Shoucheng to practice for a period of time.
Wu Ming sat on a futon and looked through the Buddhist scriptures. Listening to the Zen Sanskrit scriptures next to him, there was some familiarity.
Cousin, is it really you?
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"Do you want to learn how to subdue demons and remove magic, young monk?"
This day Wu Ming suddenly asked Fahai
The little monk stopped reading Buddhist scriptures, and some conation in his eyes was that he immediately took a detour. "The Taoist priest is a Taoist, and I have always used thunder to destroy demons, but my Buddhism is about compassion and I can’t learn."
These days, it’s hard for some monsters and ghosts to appear in the mountains, but they were chopped into fly ash by a ray without even entering the gate. The young monk can see it in his eyes.
Wu Ming shook his head and said, "The young monk should not be pedantic. The so-called one good deed deserves another, and the other evil deserves another. The Buddha regards all living beings as equal, compassionate and helpful, and there is also anger to kill, protect and cut people."
Fahai’s eyes were like sparks when he heard this.
"Killing life, protecting life, cutting industry, not cutting people"
In an instant, a golden evil dumpling came out from Fahai’s back, wrapped his body around the dumpling head and roared upwards.
Wu Ming waved the vision away.
"Listen to me, young monk, and remember that you are practicing Tianlong Buddhism."
"Dawei Tianlong"
For a long time, I saw the evil dragon soul Wu Ming behind the young monk’s refining method, so I stopped caring.
This is a set of dragon soul Buddhist practice that he has repeatedly promoted and performed in the past few days by borrowing the Buddhist scriptures of the word Buddha, which is more suitable for Fahai’s practice.
If Fahai proves to be immortal in the future, he will also have a great contribution.
Then I will go to Mount Li to have a look at the soup spring.
This time, Wu Ming did not take others alone and drove away to Mount Li.
Mount Li is a branch of the Qinling Mountains, which has been here since ancient times. According to the myth, it is countless and famous, and The goddess patching the sky is more reliable. For example, the princes of Zhou Youwang bonfire drama also happened here.
Wu Ming’s half-cloud and half-fog entered the mountain and really saw a fairy mountain blessed land.
Rooted at the top of the Qinling Mountains, there are cragginess in the middle of the Xiao Han Mountain, and the towering mountains hinder the grotesque rocks, such as evil tigers and pines, like flowers and birds singing in Feilong Mountain and charming spring cliffs, and the cold plum blossoms are released behind the Leng Xiang forest. There are thousands of birds in the ancient caves, and there are thousands of animals in the forest.
Wu Ming can’t stop enjoying the beauty of Qian Shan, but he hasn’t forgotten the business.
There are many hot springs in the mountains, but he can’t see the real soup springs.
"Small long trouble?"
Wu Ming was sitting on the mountain and watching the gas rest, but an old mother turned out of the path and asked
Wu Ming looked with his eyes and saw Xiangyun Xiangguang protecting himself, but he couldn’t see her real body. I don’t know which fairy family wanted to focus on him
Service road "old mother, I heard that there is a soup spring in the mountain that is melted by the sun. I wonder if this is possible?"
The old lady laughed "Yes"
Wu Ming Yi Xi "Oh? I don’t know where I am? "
"The moon is full, the crane dances in the well, and the moon is full and full, and it lives in the pond."
Say that the old mother immediately took the photo and stepped on it.
Wu Ming knows it is the old man of Lishan and the old man of Lishan.
Immediately, he said, "It turned out that it was Li Shan Lao Mu who instructed the younger generation to thank humbly."