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Chapter 241 Prepare to beat mandarin ducks
The heavy rain poured down, Fa Hai raised his head to the sky and howled.

After the howling sound, he looked at the baby and the village woman, only to see that the village woman was breastfeeding the baby with her shirt half undone, and immediately saw something she shouldn't have seen.

White legs, crisp breasts, red tassels.

"Amitabha!" Fa Hai was so frightened that he wanted to leave, but he hesitated when he turned around.

After all, it was raining heavily outside, and he needed to protect the village woman and baby from the rain. If he left like this, the baby in the rain would definitely be lost.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Fahai sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes tightly in order to keep the precepts, and silently recited the Heart Sutra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Reading back and forth, listening to the crying of the baby in his ear, that touch of whiteness always flashed in Fahai's mind.

Not to mention letting go of the heart, even if you want to enter meditation, it is difficult to do it. After reading it several times, Fa Hai has forgotten what the following scriptures are.

You know, Fahai is indeed a monk, but he is not a eunuch.

For more than 20 years, he has been a monk in Jinshan Temple and has lived in the temple since he was a child. He has never seen such a temptation.

Today, because of the suppression of the spider spirit, a hole appeared in the line of defense in his heart.

In my mind, the spider spirit's begging and the image of the village woman breastfeeding the baby always come to mind. The two scenes complement each other.

"Fahai, Fahai"

Hearing the call in his ear, Fa Hai slowly opened his eyes, and saw a bird stop in front of him.

The bird's feathers are white, standing still three feet away.

Under Fa Hai's gaze, Asuka transformed into a person who also sat cross-legged. It was Wu Ming who used the method of transformation.

"It's you?" Seeing Wu Ming appear, Fa Hai frowned.

Wu Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, with a smile on his face, and said, "Fahai, I see that your eyes are closed tightly and your face is struggling. Why is that?"

"The first thing a monk pays attention to is lust and caution. Of course I have to close my eyes." Fa Hai didn't know why, but after seeing Wu Ming, he had a premonition that meeting this person would be bad.

Shaking his head, he put the premonition behind him.

As a result, because Wu Ming's sitting position happened to miss the village woman in the distance, Fa Hai glanced casually and saw a touch of snow white again.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!" Fa Hai hurriedly closed his eyes, and recited Amitabha several times.

Seeing Fa Hai's flustered performance, Wu Ming knew that cracks inevitably appeared in Fa Hai's Zen mind.

Because the more you close your eyes, the more it shows that Fahai himself has been affected.

Although no inner demons appeared yet, it was only a matter of time. After all, Fa Hai was too blank before, even if a little bit of ink dripped on it, it would leave conspicuous ink marks.

"Fa Hai, if you close your eyes, you won't be able to see?" Wu Ming spoke slowly, disintegrating Fa Hai's spiritual defense like a devil.

The struggle on Fa Hai's face became more and more obvious, and the image of the half-dressed woman in his mind couldn't be lingered.

He closed his eyes and said nothing, sweat dripped from Fahai's forehead, he couldn't calm down, and couldn't help but whispered: "I have kept my heart since I was a child, why is it like this? Could it be that I have practiced for more than 20 years, but in the end I still have six roots that are not right?" Is it clean?"

Fa Hai is not so much talking to himself as he is asking himself.

He lived in Jinshan Temple since he was a child, and was hailed as the reincarnation of Arhat by the elders in the temple. He never doubted himself.

But now, even if he closes his eyes, he still sees a half-dressed young woman in front of him, whether he looks at the beauty or not.

Witnessing Fahai's struggle, Wu Ming said again: "I can see the beauty with my eyes, but not in my heart. You can't see it with your eyes, but the beauty is in your heart. Fahai, let me ask you, what are you thinking in your heart at this moment?" , Is it the mercy to save people, or the absurd lewdness?"

"Is it compassion or lust?" Fa Hai asked himself the same way, but he really didn't know.

At the beginning of saving people, all he thought of was compassion, but now even though compassion is in his heart, he can't get rid of the lewd thoughts.

Two kinds of thoughts are entangled in the heart, turning into demons and breeding.

Fahai's face became paler, his whole body had lost all color, and the nails of both hands pierced into the palms of his hands.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want anything, I don't want anything, don't ask me!"

Fa Hai suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes were blood red, looking like an evil Buddha descended into the world.

Wu Ming sighed, with false compassion on his face, he shook his head and said, "Now, do you know what you lack?"

"What am I missing?" Fa Hai's face was ferocious, and the blood in his eyes not only did not diminish, but showed signs of staring.

"If you haven't got it, how can you forget it? If you haven't picked it up, how can you put it down. The world of mortals is rolling like clouds and smoke in the past. If you don't take a walk in the world of mortals, how can you transcend this world of mortals?"

Seeing this, Wu Mingtu said in a calm tone, "Return to the vulgar world and become a Buddha in the world of mortals. Fa Hai, you should return to the vulgar now, just like an ordinary person, and go to the world of mortals to experience enlightenment. When you can become pure again, then It is really letting go, not saying let go, but not letting go in the heart."

"Return to the vulgar world, and become a Buddha in the world of mortals!" Fa Hai read these two words, his eyes gradually brightened.

It's a pity that Fa Hai finally shook his head and said sadly: "I can't return to lay life, I am the abbot of Jinshan Temple, and there are [-] monks under my sect. If I leave, what will these monks do? How can I abandon them? "

"Confused, you have your way, and the monks have their way, how can they be confused. You went deep into the world of mortals to transcend the world of mortals and to stand still for Jinshan Temple. Is this what they want?" In the soul of the sea.

Fa Hai still hesitated, Jinshan Temple was almost everything in his heart.

Even though he also had the idea of ​​​​refining his heart in the world of mortals, he still couldn't make up his mind, with obvious hesitation on his face.

Seeing this, Wu Ming knew that there was still a long way to go before Fahai could return to vulgarity.

But he is not in a hurry, the seeds have been planted today, and the harvest season will always come.Moreover, getting Fa Hai to return to vulgarity is the first step, and making him find true love is the difficulty.

Wu Ming knew that there are some things, it is better to stop at the end, and it will be troublesome if you go too far, so he said: "Fa Hai, don't reject your inner feelings, let's see you in the world of mortals!"

After saying a word, Wu Ming turned into a bird and soared into the sky, leaving Fa Hai with his eyes closed and thinking hard.

It was raining all the time, and in the purple bamboo forest, Fa Hai's figure looked very lonely, like a petrified statue.

Wu Ming flapped his wings and didn't care about Fa Hai anymore.

In the violent storm, he flew all the way south, and his target was the place where the plot took place, West Lake in Hangzhou.

For this main mission, Fahai returns to vulgarity, Xu Xian becomes a monk, and white snakes and green snakes and lilies bloom.

It can be seen from the mission that Fahai's branch plot should be the most difficult.

White Snake and Green Snake Lily, this is not easy either.

Only Xu Xian is relatively simple, he is an ordinary person, if he really can't do it, he will be knocked out and taken to Jinshan Temple for a shave.

These days, the blind are fierce and the bald are stunned. It is impossible not to be ruthless.

Wu Ming had already made up his mind that if Xu Xian dared to say no, he would be beaten up and taken away by force.No matter what you say, you can't destroy Bai Suzhen's lily love affair with Xiaoqing.

Fireworks are in May, and it is rainy in Jiangnan, especially in Hangzhou Water Town.

Small rivers pass through the city, and countless flower boats pass through the river. Beautifully dressed girls stand on the boats and shake their handkerchiefs, attracting countless men to whisper to each other.

"What a land in the south of the Yangtze River, what a picturesque country!" Walking in the ancient city of Hangzhou, Wu Ming couldn't help admiring it again and again.

No industrial pollution, no destruction of ecological balance.

The blue sky and white clouds above the head, the blue waves in the river, everything is so pure and natural.

"Flowers send Mei Niang to swing her waist, and the goddess sits in the Fengyue kiln. Lang holds the spring wind and plays softly, and the younger sister welcomes the spring rain to the sky!" Standing on the Fengyue Bridge, Wu Ming looked at the spring water in the river and the painting boats passing by, and couldn't help it. Shut up and read.

On the Fengyue bridge, many scholars in Confucian shirts are here looking at the girl.

Hearing Wu Ming's poems, a person who was conceited and flirtatious suddenly said, "Brother, it's so wet, so wet!"

Wu Ming turned his head indifferently, and found that the speaker had a wretched face, and the folding fan in his hand was very coquettish.

For such people, Wu Ming didn't care at all, and still admired the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"Brother has a good reputation, he is a prostitute, and I am going down the boat, Xiaobailong, I want to invite you to have a drink or two, and discuss it together. Puff!"

Before the gifted scholar could finish speaking, Wu Ming swung his right hand and directly threw the man into the river.

Fortunately, this is a place in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are almost no people who can't swim.

Sao Bao Caizi was thumping in the water, his embarrassed appearance caused loud laughter, his face was as red as a monkey's butt.

"Sister, two geniuses are fighting. Is this what you mean by literati?"

"Xiaoqing, don't talk nonsense. This is called jealousy, and it's not considered contemptuous among literati!"

Two young girls came from the east of the bridge, one of them was dressed in white, looked a bit like Wang Zuxian, and held an umbrella in his hand.

The other one was wearing green clothes, holding a palm-sized fan in his hand, snuggling up to the girl in white clothes, with a bit of Maggie Cheung's demeanor.

"Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing!" Seeing these two girls, Wu Ming's eyes lit up slightly.

Last night, in the purple bamboo forest, he saw the green snake and the white snake.

It's a pity that at that time, he was exploring the plot of Fahai, and he didn't care about these two sisters. He didn't expect to meet them in Hangzhou today.

"That's right. The Zizhu Forest is the place where Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing practiced. Yesterday, Fa Hai occupied the Zizhu Forest and did not leave. Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing must not be able to stay in the bamboo forest. It is also a reason to come to Hangzhou to seek refuge." But, it looks like Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian haven't met each other before, and this time is just right!" Wu Ming thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.

There would be no story of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian if there were no encounters in the West Lake, no Xu Xian's obsession with reading, and no chance of borrowing an umbrella.

At this point in time, Bai Suzhen hasn't found her love yet, so it's a good time to fight mandarin ducks.

(End of this chapter)