Sacrifice

When Fazhen came to the room where Puye lived, he saw the little nephew who was calm and determined just now holding a flower pot in a daze, and his whole body was gloomy.

Fazhen walked into the room slowly, sat cross-legged next to Puye, and carefully looked at the flowerpot in Boye's arms. The flowerpot was deep red in color, with faintly visible talismans shining on it, surrounded by aura, and it was a treasure at first glance.

And in that flowerpot, a certain red rattan was crystal clear all over, shrunk countless times, and was lying in the flowerpot withered, without any momentum to resist the Nascent Soul Flood Dragon.

Zen Master Fazhen smiled slightly, touched Boye's little head, then stretched out his finger, and tapped the spirit vine lightly.

He spoke again within a day, "Health!"

As soon as he uttered the word, it seemed as if some kind of power came from somewhere, and the sluggish rattan suddenly burst into golden Buddha light. Zen Master Fazhen's hard work of more than [-] years was put into practice, but he didn't regret it at all.

Pu Ye stared blankly at Xiao Hongteng, who thought she was going to die, came back to life in the blink of an eye, and suddenly raised her head to see the real Zen master.

Zen Master Fazhen raised his finger with a smile, and shook it around his mouth. Puye took a deep breath, lowered his head and blinked his eyes, suppressing the tears that almost fell, then raised his head, and saluted solemnly, "Thank you, uncle."

Fazhen shook his head with a smile, and accompanied Boye, quietly watching the slowly stretching branches and leaves of the vine Xiaohong in the flowerpot, and gradually, as if he had been reborn, sprouts sprouted again.

Bo Ye hugged the flower pot, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she smiled softly.

The two sat quietly, suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and then the door was pushed open, and Puhua walked in.

Fazhen got up, patted Puye on the shoulder, nodded to Puhua, and left leisurely.

Bo Ye stroked the flower pot, looked at the Bo Hua, "How's the matter? Brother?"

Puhua took a deep look at Puye, "Are you all right, boy?"

Pu Ye pursed her lips slightly, "Master Uncle Fazhen took action just now, Xiaohong seems to be fine."

Puhua pondered for a moment, and slowly told about Fajing.

After hearing this, Pu Ye looked dull. To be honest, he really didn't expect that this innocent disaster was all thanks to Fajing.

In the past two or three years in Wuyin Temple, Fajing occasionally contacted him, but after knowing that he had never left the temple in Wuyin Temple, he didn't say anything more. Contact was quickly lost again.

——How could he have thought that his dear Master would give him such a big surprise after not seeing him for many years.

Pu Ye put away Teng Xiaohong, who was still recovering, and looked at Pu Hua, "Then how does Senior Brother Pu Hua plan to deal with this matter?"

Puhua grinned and took out four beads from her sleeve, "Master's new disciples heard that Junior Brother Puye opened the altar here, and also heard that Puye, you don't have a Dharma protector, so I hereby send disciples from my family to act as Dharma protectors. Generations of monks crossed the world between water and fire, and Jiaolong is also among them, so..."

He put four beads in front of the bodhisattva, and sealed a dragon in each bead, "Come, come, junior brother, choose first, what color do you think looks good?"

"..." Boye looked at the four small dragon beads of red, black, blue and green speechlessly, remembering the water-colored dragon head that rushed in front of him at the end, paused with his fingertips, and chose the blue bead if he could rush in front of him anyway .

"Just a drop of blood on it."

Pu Ye rubbed the beads, and suddenly smiled, "If Xiao Hong is still awake, he will probably lose his temper with me. He hates someone becoming my spiritual pet the most."

Puhua smiled, and he said softly, "Don't worry, after this time, if your spirit vine does something out of line again, no one will say anything."

Pu Ye sighed softly, "I would rather he be fine."

"The cultivation of the monster clan is like this. They have to go through many setbacks to cultivate better. You don't have to worry too much about this spirit vine, he has extraordinary roots!" Bohua comforted, "Uncle Fazhen has practiced for 500 years. It’s a closed-mouthed phrase, it’s a waste of all previous efforts to save you and this spirit vine today, you should feel relieved when you think about Master Fangzhen’s supernatural powers.”

Pu Ye was taken aback, he only knew that Fazhen was a latent cultivator, he had been in the monastery for two years, and he had only heard of him at the New Year Dharma Assembly, but he had never met him until he opened the altar to teach the Dharma... …Well, Uncle Fazhen is not called teaching the Fa, because he is practicing closed-mouthed meditation. At that time, Fazhen directly splashed ink on the altar to paint. He painted for three full hours, and almost everyone was fascinated by it. Except for the first painting, Bo Ye didn't understand the other paintings at all.

It was only later that I heard that the descriptions of the other paintings were anecdotes from the travel notes of several Buddhist eminent monks.

——Obviously, it’s an orphan copy that he hasn’t seen yet==

At this moment, when I heard that Zen master Fazhen had spent 500 years on closed-mouth meditation for him, I suddenly felt guilty.

Bohua continued, "I won't spread the word about what happened today, it's just that Bodhisattva..."

When it comes to this new junior sister, Bohua is also a little tangled, "That Boguo is the daughter of King Heijiao in Fanhua Haiping. I don't know what Master said to her, but now she came to the monastery to become a monk."

"What are you going to do, brother?"

"It's still under discussion."

"...Actually, building a nunnery near the Wuyin Temple is also a good choice." Pu Ye pulled the corner of his mouth, smiling a little coldly, "If Master wants to talk about Buddhism and Taoism with others, you don't have to go out, right~"

Puhua laughed, "Are you still angry?"

Pu Ye curled her lips and turned her face aside.

This time, if he hadn't been quick-witted and threw the river map scroll to block the attack of the water attribute dragon, he would have been lying on the bed eating soup by now! !

Not to mention that Teng Xiaohong is still curled up in a flowerpot as a wallflower! !

——You know, that’s the Nascent Soul Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage! !

Puhua pondered for a while, "It is said that Master has escaped from Fanhua Haiping, but I don't think so, and the legendary child probably won't be Master's."

Pu Ye was taken aback, "Why do you say that?"

Puhua struggled for a few seconds, then whispered, "Master did have a wife in his early years, but she died later."

Pu Ye blinked, suppressing the urge to ask questions. Since everyone is dead, it would be impolite for him to ask too many questions, but he still opened his eyes wide and looked at Pu Hua brightly.

Puhua couldn't help laughing, "Master became a monk because of his wife, so...Master wasn't actually a monk from the beginning, so naturally he didn't follow the rules very well."

Pu Ye understood it, and then asked in doubt, "Why does senior brother think that master didn't escape?"

"If he runs out, it won't be these little dragons chasing after him, but the black dragon king!" Puhua laughed loudly, "That Suxin, uh, no, even if it's Junior Sister Puguo Come to Wuyin Temple, I Wuyin Temple can't do anything to her, the Black Flood Dragon King will not be worried, on the contrary, the old dragon is still guarding Fanhua Haiping, naturally it is because the master is still there!!"

Bo Ye resentfully said, "He is really attached to Master!"

"Of course." After a pause, Puhua whispered, "Because that old black dragon's sister is our former teacher's wife!!"

"=口=!!!" Puye was really startled, no wonder Fajing came out of Fanhua Haiping several times, it turned out that there was... an inside story!

Pu Hua lowered her voice, "Don't tell others! Especially Pu Bandit with a big mouth!"

Pu Ye burst into a smile, and finally showed his face, "I know what's in my heart, brother, don't worry."

Seeing that Boye was no longer angry, Bohua felt relieved, "However, the Boguo matter is a bit complicated after all, and it is not easy for outsiders to understand. This temple urgently needs to cover up something that attracts attention. The letter of Daoist Qinghu said that after February, we will discuss about the Seven Great Sects on the Jiantai of Dongsheng Mountain Range. A few outstanding disciples of Prajna Hall are going to participate."

Pu Ye couldn't help being stunned after hearing this, "What's going on?"

"The seven sects of the Cangmiao Realm each occupy one side. The Huanhai Pavilion, which has been entrenched in Wangqinghai, has declined rapidly in the past two years. The head of the Tianmen sect has distributed letters and invited many colleagues to re-discuss the allocation of the resources of the major spiritual veins. , and because of beliefs, there are no other major sects here, but you must actively participate in order to prevent being left behind by other sects."

Bo Ye's brain was running rapidly. He remembered what he saw in Wangqinghai a few years ago, thought of Ling Han who had never heard from him, and thought of the Master Xianxin, the head of the Tianmen sect who had practiced Luo Shuchu, and couldn't help but blurt out, "Good calculation!!"

Puhua sighed, "Indeed, Master Xianxin is good at scheming, but there are also many doubts in it. Why did Master Xianxin take action to plot against Huanhai Pavilion, and how to appease the Kunlun Sword Sect? You must know that Master Qinghu has been plotting since he was plotted once. In the past two years, the Kunlun Sword Sect and the Tianmen Sect had some small conflicts, and the impact was very bad."

Bo Ye pursed his lips, and he nodded, "Then what am I going to do?"

Puhua carefully explained, "Boye, although you are a disciple of the Pu family, because of your cultivation, you can also be regarded as a disciple of the new generation who has achieved success in cultivation. This time, the bandit Bodhisattva is only leading the team, and you will be involved in the practice of many matters. , if you want to divide the resources of Huanhai Pavilion, if you are interested, you will naturally have to fight, and then it will depend on you."

"Foundation stage disciples compete?" Boye asked puzzled, "I thought at least it would be a monk from the golden core stage."

"Of course there is, it's divided into different levels of cultivation." Bohua raised her eyebrows, "There are good and bad things, the ordinary ones are naturally left to the Qi training disciples, the middle-level ones are the foundation establishment disciples, and the good things are of course up to the Jindan stage disciples. gone."

Bo Ye slowly nodded, and then he frowned again, "But Xiaohong..."

Bohua comforted, "It's okay, people from the Seven Great Sects of the Medicine King Valley will also go. Let Xiangwu accompany you to find the disciples of the Medicine King Valley. Your spirit vine was healed by Uncle Fazhen. Recovery is not a problem, but sooner or later."

Hearing the words, Bo Ye's heart fell into his stomach, and he simply said, "Then I will listen to my brother."

"Well, the selection of the sect will start tomorrow. Ten days later, during the selection of the sect, the disciples of the outer sect will let you have a try first."

Pu Ye nodded and smiled slightly, "I will do my best."

Puhua cuddled in his heart, and he said with a smile, "Brother can do it naturally, brother believes in you."

The author has something to say: ... lying on the ground, Fajing has been trying to die. As his apprentice, we can foresee the bitterness of Boye in the future =V=